Garretts Diapered Trip - Chptrs 1-12 -- (Author) bedwetterdavid

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Jan 31, 2023 at 1:39 AM
Content: Synopsis:
Garrett has wet the bed his entire life and worn pull-ups at night for almost as long as he can remember. At nearly 13 years old, he is convinced his bedwetting is going away but when his parents decide to take a family trip to Florida, Garrett’s mom buys adult diapers for him to wear while traveling just in case. His embarrassment is palpable, but circumstances prove that the thick diapers were a good choice.

Story is rated PG - no sexual content

Themes:
Strong but caring female authorities
Diaper humiliation
Bedwetting
Omorashi
Public Accidents

Chapter 1

Garrett woke up from his dream and immediately realized he wasn't in the bathroom. He was in bed, and while the toilet was apparently a figment of his dream, the warm, recently wet Goodnites he was wearing told him that his need to pee had been very real. He sighed, frustrated at his inability to wake himself up before peeing. At almost 13 years old, he was embarrassed that he was still wetting the bed.

He reached under his blankets and felt the Goodnites to assess the damage, then under his bottom to feel for leaks on his sheets. After a few seconds of searching he stopped, relieved to find the bedding was dry. The pullups had done their job. He sat up in bed feeling it squish under his weight, stretched, and stood up. His sheets slid off is body and he looked at his reflection in the sliding mirrored door of his closet. With summer approaching and the weather getting warmer, he had been sleeping in only a t-shirt and pullup. Now looking at himself standing there wearing the sagging bedwetting garment like a little kid caused him a bit of embarrassment.

The door suddenly opened.

"Hey kiddo, you're up early!" Garrett's mom Susan said as she entered the room unannounced.

"MOM!" Garrett exclaimed covering his wet pullup.

"Relax," Susan replied, “it's nothing I haven't seen before.” She smiled empathetically. “That Goodnite looks pretty saggy though. I guess that means no star on your chart today, huh?" Feeling defeated, Garrett nodded to confirm her suspicions and glanced at his bedwetting calendar. The six previous days were marked with a star to indicate dry mornings, but today would break that streak. The rule was if he could stay dry for 14 nights in a row, he could stop wearing Goodnites, and Garrett had been starting to get his hopes up.

"Anyway, I wanted to tell you to get dressed because I'm heading to the store to do some shopping for our trip and want you to come with me. I want to get some more ‘nighttime supplies’ before we leave. Take a quick shower and meet me downstairs, ok?" Susan shut the door and Garrett quickly threw on a pair of jeans for discretion and headed down the hall to the bathroom. He passed his older sister Maci, who was coming up the stairs.

"Hey big guy," she said with a smile. Then, glancing down, "your diaper is peaking out." Garrett blushed and pulled his shirt down to cover the waistband of his pullups. Maci just chuckled and smacked his butt as she continued on to her room. At 16 and just over 3 years older than Garrett, she was mature for her age. As a bedwetter herself until 8 years old, she had sympathy for what he was going through and felt that making light of the situation would help him not be so embarrassed. He knew her teasing wasn't malicious.

After a quick shower, Garrett dressed himself in his favorite t-shirt and shorts and headed downstairs to join his mom for their shopping trip. He was excited to sit in the front seat; a rare luxury that he only enjoyed when his sister wasn't with them.

"So Garrett, you know we're flying out to Florida tomorrow, right?" Garrett nodded. His dad's company was sending him to Orlando for some training, and since the class was a full three weeks his parents had decided the whole family should come. They'd been planning it for months, and Garrett had been thrilled to hear that Disney World was in the itinerary. "So here's the thing," Susan continued, "I'm concerned that Goodnites might not be a good choice for the trip." Garrett was confused. He'd been wearing Goodnites to bed ever since he outgrew actual Pullups. "I want to look at putting you in some actual diapers so we can make sure you don't leak, okay?"

"Diapers?! Like actual diapers with tapes?" Garrett asked, feeling a wave of humiliation wash over him. He hadn't been in a diaper since he was probably 5, and the idea of getting put back into diapers now made him feel that small again.

"Yes. Honestly, your Goodnites just aren't very reliable. They leak frequently, and I'm especially concerned about them leaking on the plane. They don't seal well around your legs and they just aren't made to be used when you're sitting in a seat." Garrett's mind was racing a million miles an hour trying to process what he was hearing. A seat? The plane? What was she talking about?

"Wait, why do I have to wear them on the plane?" Garrett asked, incredulous. He was a bedwetter, sure. But he was convinced that was going away soon. But he sure wasn't going to wet himself on the plane!

"Honey, I know you aren't going to like this," Susan said gently, "but I think it's for the best. Our flight leaves at 10pm from San Francisco, and we're going to be flying for 6 hours. We won't be landing until 4am our time, and it will be 7am in Florida. So we're basically flying all night. You're going to need to get some sleep on the flight, and we can't risk you having an accident in the seat." Garrett hadn't realized the flight was that long, and he certainly hadn't considered the implications of falling asleep. How would that even work? He had never flown before, so his mind was full of questions. He sat quietly for the remainder of the drive pondering this new turn of events until the vehicle pulled in to an unfamiliar parking lot in front of a Medical Supply store.

Susan shut off the car, paused, and turned to look at her son. "I know this is tough for you, but can you be a big boy and do this for me?" Garrett nodded, and they both unbuckled their seatbelts and proceeded to the door of the shop.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Jan 31, 2023 at 1:44 AM
Content: Hey everyone, just want to give you a heads up of where this is going. I'm admittedly not an AB. I love DL themes, bedwetting, accidents, humiliation, some teasing, and dominant but caring women. I'm excited to see how many predicaments I can write that are believable. I really don't like stories that have situations that just wouldn't happen in real life, so there won't be pacifiers or car seats in this one.

Would love to hear feedback, especially with regards to my writing as I'm relatively new as an author.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Feb 1, 2023 at 1:04 AM
Content: Thank you all for the feedback!

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Feb 1, 2023 at 3:22 AM
Content: Chapter 2

The door opened, triggering an audible chime which alerted anyone in the store that Susan and Garrett had entered. Garrett nervously followed his mom in and looked around with wide eyes at an assortment of walkers, scooters, canes, medical boots off to the left, and and a number of isles of products to the right.

Immediately in front of them was a sales counter, behind which stood a pretty young woman that Garrett assumed was in her early 20s. He stared mesmerized at her soft brown hair as it fell with gentle waves over her shoulders, and was amazed at how cute she looked in her glasses. She was wearing a snug light purple t-shirt that complimented her figure perfectly, with a little name badge that said 'Amber'. Garrett thought she was beautiful. He felt butterflies in his stomach as they approached then counter.

"Good morning, welcome to Jackson Medical Supply!" she said cheerfully. "Can I help you find anything?"

"Yes, we're interested in looking at what kind of diapers you carry. Can you point us to your diaper aisle?" Susan asked. Garrett winced at his mom's request. The very word 'diaper' made him feel like a toddler, and the idea of talking about them so openly in front of such a beautiful sales girl made him blush. He stood quietly, hoping the moment would pass.

"Sure, we actually have a really great selection!" the girl responded. Then glancing at Garrett, who was staring at the floor with bright red cheeks, she asked, "can I ask what size you're looking for?"

"Oh, they're for my son here. He's 12 but he'll be 13 next month. He's been wearing pullups at night but we need something for him to wear on a trip that's not going to leak, and that he can change without taking his pants and shoes off. If you have overnight diapers with tapes that would fit him, I think that would be ideal," answered Susan, oblivious to her son's embarrassment.

The sales girl responded, "Sure, I think we have exactly what you're looking for. Follow me!" She came around the counter, pausing to look over at Garrett and give him a reassuring smile so he wouldn't be so embarrassed. He followed her toward an aisle with a sign that said 'incontinence supplies' and was stocked almost floor to ceiling with diapers. Garrett had never seen so many diapers! Small packages, big packages, different colors and types, and there were signs on the shelves that said 'DAYTIME', 'OVERNIGHT', and 'YOUTH'.

Amber stopped in front of the YOUTH diapers section and turned to look at Garrett, looking at his torso, then down at his waist. "Now, let me think big guy..." she said, staring at him. Then looking at Susan, "...I'd say he's about 90 pounds?"

"Yes, I think he was 88 pounds at his last doctors appointment," his mom responded, a little impressed. Amber smiled, and turned and reached for a package on the shelf.

"Well, if you're looking for an overnight diaper that's not going to leak, these are the best option. We recommend them to families of autistic kids a lot because they're also really durable for daytime use. The tapes are strong, they're super absorbent, they have excellent odor control, and they won't leak whether he's standing, sitting, or laying down."

Garrett blushed again, and felt the need to defend himself, "I...I don't wet during the day. I just have accidents once in a while at night. So I'm not going to wet while standing up or anything."

Amber realized she had embarrassed him, and reached out to touch his shoulder, "I'm sorry sweetie, I wasn't suggesting you would," she said, rubbing his arm to console him.

Susan chimed in, "Garrett, this is just in case. I know you only have accidents when you're sleeping, but we're going to be travelling all night tomorrow. There's a 2 hour drive to the airport, the line through security, the wait in the terminal, the 6 hour flight, and the drive to our hotel afterward. And we just want to be sure you're protected. Believe me, an accident on the plane would be no fun for anyone. You won't even notice the diapers okay? It'll be just like your Goodnites."

Garrett couldn't help but notice the picture on the front of the package of a teenage boy in pajamas. He was sitting with his family playing a board game, and everyone was smiling. Garrett was encouraged that there was no hint of a diaper in the photo, and the boy's pajama bottoms looked normal. Maybe these would be discreet like his Goodnites, and no big deal after all.

Amber broke the silence, "If you'd like, I can bring some samples of these diapers out for him to try on. Might be a good idea to make sure they fit right."

Before Garrett could protest, Susan responded, "That would be wonderful, thank you!" Amber walked back behind the counter and into a stock room, returning with what looked to Garrett like 4 huge white diapers in hand.

"I have two youth small and two youth medium, just in case. I think he's right in between, but maybe we should start with the small and see how it fits," Amber said, offering one of the thick white diapers to Susan. She took the folded diaper and turned to Garrett,

"Honey, I think you should try this on so we can see how it fits. Do you think you can do it ok?"

"Yes Mom!" Garrett exclaimed, embarrassed and a little offended at the idea that he might need help. This was humiliating enough without his mom treating him like a toddler.

"Well," Amber said, "why don't you use our bathroom right over here. You can put it on and let us know what you think."

Garrett reluctantly took the diaper his mom was holding. It felt thick and had a plastic outside that crinkled loudly when he touched it. He entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him, grateful to finally have some privacy. Once his shorts were pulled down, he unfolded the diaper and realized he had no idea what he was doing. He inspected the garment for a minute before realizing where the tapes were, and finally positioned it correctly so the tapes were in the back. He was surprised to see that there were four large tapes instead of two that he remembered seeing on baby diapers. Leaning against the wall, he pulled the front of the diaper up and tried to pull one of the tapes forward, but became frustrated when it seemed a little too short to reach around his hip. Garrett pulled harder, trying to get the tape to reach the front of the diaper, when all of a sudden... 'POP!' The tape had ripped right off.

"Everything going okay honey?" Garrett heard his mom through the door.

"Uh," he said, staring at the white piece of tape now in his hand, "the tape ripped off."

"Oh, okay," he heard Susan say. He could hear further muffled conversation between Susan and Amber but couldn't make out what they were talking about. He removed the diaper from between his legs and pulled his shorts back up before opening the door.

"Was it too small?" Amber asked.

"Yeah, I guess so. The tapes wouldn't reach," Garrett replied, trying to avoid eye contact with the beautiful girl.

Then turning to Garrett's mom, Amber said, "Let's have him put on the medium and see how it looks." Susan agreed, and Garrett took the medium diaper Amber offered him and went back into the bathroom. This time, the diaper felt even bigger. He positioned it behind him as he leaned against the wall, and the tapes reached all the way around his hips with no problems. In fact, the top of the diaper reached almost to his belly button and Garrett was concerned that maybe this one was actually too big. He pulled the tapes to the front and haphazardly stuck them to the plastic, but everything just felt loose.

"How's that one fit honey?" Susan asked through the door.

"I think it's too big," Garrett responded.

"Really?" Susan replied, "Why, what's going on?"

"It just feels loose." Garrett said, looking at the garment. He wasn't sure if he did something wrong or if the diaper was just too big. He looked at the tapes and wondered if there was a 'right' way to stick them.

"Garrett? Honey? Can you open the door? Let me take a look," Garrett heard his mom say. He sighed, looked at his shorts laying on the floor, and reached for the knob. As the door opened and he saw both women standing there, their eyes immediately zeroed in on the diaper he was wearing.

"What do you think Amber?" Susan asked as the attractive employee stared at the thin diapered boy in front of her. Amber couldn't help but think he looked a little cute. She was used to seeing young kids and special needs people in diapers, but Garrett was just a bedwetter and was clearly uncomfortable based on how red his cheeks were. He stood in front of the two women, shuffling back and forth nervously as his diaper audibly crinkled between his legs.

"Lift up your t-shirt a little buddy," Amber said as she squatted down in front of him. Garrett did as she said, and watched as she tugged at his diaper's waistband with her soft hands. As she lifted and prodded the diaper to inspect around the legs, Garrett couldn't help but notice she smelled incredible. He didn't think it was perfume. He felt her fingers slide into the leg opening of his diaper. Was it her shampoo? He closed his eyes and leaned a little closer, but her voice snapped him out of his trance. "It looks like his tapes are just too loose. The mediums are a little big, but I wouldn't recommend the smalls. He's kind of in between. These will actually absorb more anyway, and if we can get the tapes tighter I think they'll work fine."

Amber pulled the top tapes off and pulled them tight again, retaping them across Garrett's stomach. He noticed the diaper immediately felt so much more secure and less saggy. Amber then untaped the bottom tapes, pulling them tight across the front panel of the diaper and pulling the diaper tight around his legs. Once she was done, she stood up and crossed her arms triumphantly admiring her handiwork.

"That looks better!" Susan exclaimed. "How does that feel honey?"

"Uh, fine I guess. A little snug," said Garrett noticing how the diaper seemed a bit tight.

"Sorry bud, but that's really how they should fit. You don't want your diaper to be too loose and leak," Amber responded. Garrett was quiet. He was feeling incredibly exposed at the moment.

Just then, the door chimed and Garrett looked up to see another woman his mom's age walk in, followed by a younger girl. The girl stopped and stared at him. She looked about 10 years old and was apparently stunned to see an older boy standing in the store in nothing but a t-shirt and a diaper. After a few seconds the girl's mom noticed her staring and looked over at Garrett, realizing what was going on.

"Come on honey, it's not polite to stare," she said, hurrying her daughter out of sight of the embarrassing scene.

Garrett had endured enough. "Can I change now?" he asked?

Susan turned to Amber, "What do you think, are those okay for an extended trip or should we try on some others?"

"Well, I think these are great for nighttime, and you're not going to have any leaks for sure. But if you want to explore other options that may fit better for da..." Amber replied, but was promptly cut off by Garrett.

"I just want to go," he said, not willing to try on more diapers and endure more public humiliation.

Susan finally caught on to the young boy's embarrassment, and felt bad for her son. "Sorry sweetie, yes we can go. Go ahead and change." Then, turning to Amber, "We'll just take two packs of these Medium Youth diapers. I think they'll be fine!"

Amber smiled and rang up the transaction while Garrett took off the diaper and changed back into his shorts. Once his shorts and shoes were back on he exited the bathroom and rejoined his mom who was now holding a brown paper back with a pack of diapers sticking out of the top. He wasn't looking forward to wearing them, but at the moment he was just grateful to be getting out of that store and escaping the embarrassment he'd endured.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Feb 1, 2023 at 5:36 PM
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Fiammaverde said:

Those diapers feel appear to be “old style”, bulky and loud but comfortable and reassuring once you get used to the feeling. They did not check how trousers do fit over them, though.
Amber said they’re also good for daytime, so we should trust her!

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They did not! Garrett was a little too eager to leave, and may regret that.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Feb 1, 2023 at 10:06 PM
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Diaperman0723 said:

So far very well written. I can actually sympathize for garrett I have been in the same predicament around the same age

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Me too, actually! I wet the bed for years and just had to wake up in wet pajamas and change my sheets, but my mom put me back in diapers before a trip. I know how Garrett feels.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Feb 17, 2023 at 9:33 PM
Content: Chapter 3

Garrett was quiet as they pulled out of the parking lot, thinking about the embarrassment he had just endured in front of his mom, Amber, and the other store customers. He had worn diapers or pullups his whole life, but he couldn't remember ever having to wear them in public. The thought of wearing these thick overnight diapers on the trip was just too much for him at the moment. He figured he would make one more appeal.

"Mom, can't I just wear my Goodnites? I've been dry for most of this week, and I think Goodnites would be a lot easier to hide under my pants than..." Garrett gulped, almost unable to utter the word, "...these DIAPERS." He said it. There was no getting around it. Whether they were made for adults or babies, these were diapers. They weren't for big kids like him who didn't have daytime accidents, and they certainly weren't discreet.

"Honey," Susan responded with patience and sympathy in her voice, "I understand you don't like them. But they really are the best choice for travelling. If you have an accident in your Goodnites while on the airplane, they're going to leak. Guaranteed. They just don't work well when you're sitting down. And then you'll have to completely undress yourself to change, which is almost impossible in an airplane restroom. These diapers will guarantee you won't leak while we're traveling, and we'll be able to change you much easier because they have tapes. You won't have to worry about taking off your pants or shoes. It will make me feel a lot better, and I think you'll feel better about the situation too."

She meant it as a reassurance, but the way she spoke told Garrett she was almost expecting him to have an accident. That was ridiculous! He was 12 years old, and certainly didn't intend to wet himself during a trip. As far as he was concerned, any protection whatsoever was a mere formality and was precautionary at best. Just as Garrett was racking his brain to come up with another viable argument, Susan changed the subject.

"Hey, I'm hungry. Let's stop in at McDonalds and grab a bite, and then I want to head over to the outlets in Vacaville to buy a new bathing suit. They have a store I like over there." Garrett hated shopping, but loved McDonalds. His thoughts quickly shifted toward a cheeseburger and all his troubles seemed to vanish. He smiled as the vehicle bounced up into the parking lot and came to rest in a spot. The two hopped out of the car and entered the restaurant to be greeted by the smell of french fries and burgers.

"Welcome to McDonalds, what can I get for you?" the friendly girl behind the counter asked. Susan, peering up at the menu, ordered a chicken sandwich for herself and a happy meal for Garrett. He was excited. He loved a cheeseburger, but he was especially enthusiastic about getting a Dr. Pepper. Soda was a rare treat for him and he was thrilled to enjoy it whenever he could. His mom handed him both cups, and he ran over to the self-serve beverage machine to fill up. Garrett dispensed ice filling about 1/4 of the cup, and filled the rest with cold crisp Dr. Pepper. Popping on a lid and poking a straw through it, he greedily slurped down a few gulps enjoying the cold beverage as he filled his mom's cup with Diet Coke. Realizing that he wasn't sure what his mom would say about refills, he topped off his drink one last time before heading to the table.

Susan had already retrieved the food and was just sitting at a table when Garrett arrived.

"Thanks," she said has he handed her the Diet Coke, "what did you get?"

"Dr. Pepper," Garrett said beaming. His mom didn't buy soda for him very often because of how much sugar there was, and she knew this was a special treat. Susan just smiled and they enjoyed their lunch with some light conversation. Garrett was about halfway done with his burger when his drink was depleted.

"Mom," he asked sheepishly, half expecting rejection, "can I get a refill?" She looked up at him thinking about how embarrassed he had been just 30 minutes earlier, and her heart softened.

"Sure, I guess it won't hurt," Susan responded. After all, they were about to go on vacation and she figured he would be eating worse at Disney World. Garrett jumped up excitedly and refilled his drink, thrilled to take advantage of the opportunity to enjoy such a rare delicacy.

The two finished their meal and Susan went to toss the trash. While she did so Garrett filled his drink one last time before heading to the car. He figured she wouldn't mind since she had already sanctioned his other refill earlier.

"Okay!" Susan said feeling full and happy as they climbed into the car, "let's head to the outlets!" Garrett buckled up, sipped on his Dr. Pepper and stared out the window as the car backed out of the parking spot and pulled onto the road. The engine purred as he felt the warm sun shining on his face and a sense of happiness and relaxation swept over him. Garrett felt his eyelids droop and he relaxed against the warm window listening to the humming of the engine.

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The car slowed suddenly causing Garrett to wake as his body lurched forward. He looked around through bleary eyes, unsure how long he'd been asleep. The vehicle was now stopped, and there was a line of cars in front of them with red brake lights for as far as Garrett could see.

"Are you okay honey?" Susan asked, glancing over to the passenger seat. Garrett nodded, still taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. "I'm sorry. As soon as we got onto this stretch of highway everybody just stopped. I guess there must be an accident up ahead." Garrett could see they were on a highway with one lane in each direction and flat marsh lands to each side. There was a concrete divider between the opposing lanes to prevent head-on collisions, but this also made it impossible to make a U-turn to escape the traffic.

During the quick stop the seatbelt had put some pressure on Garrett's bladder and he realized he had a relatively strong urge to pee. His bladder felt really full and the thought crossed his mind that he was lucky he didn't wet himself while he was asleep. But now that he was awake he was going to need to find a bathroom pretty soon. Must be all the Dr. Pepper, he thought, regretting drinking so much. He peered up ahead for any sign of an exit, gas station, stores, or any type of restroom, but saw nothing. There were marshes for as far as the eye could see, and at the moment the cars weren't moving at all. Garrett considered saying something but figured there wasn't much his mom could do. Besides, with all this talk about the possibility of him having an accident on their trip he was determined to prove that he was a mature 12 year old with a strong bladder.

Susan turned on the local news channel to see if she could hear anything related to their predicament, and eventually heard a traffic report that simply stated there was a collision with some injuries and there were disabled vehicles blocking the road. She sighed, frustrated that there was no way to turn around. Up ahead, a few people had actually gotten out of their cars and were standing in the middle shoulder trying to look up ahead to see if they could spot the blockage.

After about 10 minutes an ambulance and a few police cars whizzed past them on the right shoulder of the highway, followed by a tow truck about 5 minutes after that.

"At least they'll start clearing it now," Susan said. She notice Garrett was squirming some and became concerned. "Hey, do you have to go potty?" Garrett realized he was squirming to deal with the urge and tried to stop himself.

"Uh, yeah," he said. "But I can hold it." He really didn't want to talk about it and was hoping his mom would drop the subject. Just then he was relieved to see the cars up ahead begin to inch forward. Susan broke her concerned gaze on her son and looked up ahead, moving the car forward about 10 feet before stopping again.

"Well, hopefully we can get past this wreck pretty soon. We should be able to stop in Vallejo and find a bathroom." Susan was trying to be positive. The thought of her son having an accident in the car wasn't something she wanted to dwell on. After a few seconds she noticed Garrett's hand between his legs as he gently rocked. "You know, I wish you had said something earlier. When we were stopped you could have peed on the side of the road at least," Susan said. She was hoping to avoid a passenger seat soaked in urine and was slightly annoyed at Garrett for not speaking up. Peeing on the side of the road hadn't occurred to him as an option, especially since there were no trees or bushes to hide behind. But now that his mom mentioned it, Garrett realized maybe it would have been less embarrassing than peeing his pants. The urgency in his bladder was becoming worrisome.

After creeping along for about 10 minutes Garrett finally looked ahead and spotted flashing lights on the side of the road. Shortly after, they slowly drove past a series of police cars, tow trucks, and damaged vehicles. The ambulances were gone and the tow trucks seemed to be preparing to haul the vehicles away. Garrett forgot about his aching bladder as he stared with curiosity at the broken glass and spilled radiator fluid all over the road.

Once their vehicle passed the crash Susan was thrilled to see the cars in front of her pick up speed. She accelerated following the car in front of her, and glanced over at her son. Seeing him sitting in the passenger seat in his shorts and t-shirt, squirming because he needed to pee brought back memories of him as a much younger boy. He had always been a cute kid, and was always sweet to her. While her relationship with his older sister Maci was strained at times, Garrett had always been obedient and pretty considerate of others. Watching him now brought a nostalgic smile to her face and some sympathy for his predicament. She hoped he wouldn't lose that sweetness when he became a teenager.

"I think there's a gas station a few miles up ahead," Susan said. When there was no response from the passenger seat she glanced over at Garrett, then down at his shorts. "Are you ok?" she asked, concerned. He nodded, staring straight ahead. He seemed to be concentrating really hard, and she perceived he was close to wetting himself. "Just hang on buddy."

After some time the exit came into view and Garrett could see a gas station sign in the distance. As they approached his bladder was starting to hurt, and he was just hoping he could hold back his pee long enough to get there. The turn signal clicked and the car pulled to the right, exiting the highway. Susan approached a red light at the end of the offramp, came to a stop, and made a right turn. She quickly glanced at her son who was now squirming more rapidly, and did her best to drive as quickly as she could. Susan saw the gas station on the left, stopped to let oncoming cars pass, and then quickly made the left turn up over the sidewalk ramp and into the gas station. In her haste she drove a bit fast and the vehicle bumped hard as it cleared the sidewalk driveway. Garrett gasped audibly.

"Oh! I'm sorry, are you okay," Susan asked, concerned as she rushed to find a parking spot.

"Yeah, uh, I peed a little but I stopped it," Garrett responded blushing. The gas station had a small convenience store but the bathrooms were in a separate little building on the other side of the gas pumps.

"Well let's get you to a potty," Susan said as she put the car in park and unbuckled as quickly as she could. She briskly walked around the back of the car as Garrett was climbing out, and she noticed a softball size wet spot on his shorts. Could be worse, she thought as he shut the door. The two walked across the gas station to the restroom only to be greeted with a sign that said, 'Request Restroom Key from Clerk'. Garrett's heart sank. He was near bursting now, and didn't think he could wait another minute. His mom did a quick turn and began quickly walking to the store, and Garrett followed her. He tried to keep up but also knew he couldn't go too fast or the pressure on his bladder would become overwhelming.

Susan entered the store and even while still walking to the the counter she began talking to the attractive young lady who was in the middle of ringing up another customer. "Excuse me," Susan said interrupting, "my son has to use the bathroom. Can we have the key?" She heard Garrett enter behind her and they approached the counter. Garrett felt his bladder spasm, and urine began to stream out. He grabbed himself and crossed his legs as hard as he could. He temporarily stopped peeing, but the wet spot on his pants was now the size of a football, and he could feel all eyes on him as he concentrated on avoiding a worse outcome.

The cute young clerk looked at him with sympathy, understanding the situation, and said, "I'm sorry, but someone's already in there. Maybe if you knock they'll hurry?" Susan looked at her son. They were out of options. She thanked the employee and Garrett followed her as she made her way back to the restrooms. Garrett was walking slower now, unable to walk without squeezing his legs together, but Susan was determined to try to get her son to a toilet if she could.

She knocked on the bathroom door, and heard a woman's muffled voice, "One minute." Susan knew they didn't have one minute. She turned to check if Garrett was catching up with her, and was greeted with the sight of her son standing still about 15 feet away with pee running down his legs. He was still holding himself, legs tight together, slightly bent over as he had been doing everything to hold back the deluge, but he had clearly lost the battle. Susan froze for few seconds unsure what to do. Her son just stared at the ground in shame at the puddle of urine continually expanding around his shoes. He seemed to pee for a relatively long time before it finally stopped. He cautiously raised his eyes to look at his mom, unsure whether she would be upset. But Susan just walked over to him and put her hand on his shoulder to reassure him. Just as she was about to speak, the door of the convenience store opened and the young clerk came jogging out.

"Hey, were you able to get into the bathroom?" she said from a distance, a little too loudly for Garrett's liking. He really didn't want anyone drawing attention to his situation. He turned to see her trotting towards them, and as he did he watched her expression change. She stopped running, looked at his shorts and then at the ground, and her mouth fell open slightly as she worked to suppress her surprise. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said simply. The sight of the 12 year old boy standing there in the middle of the gas station completely soaked in urine was rather pitiful. "Is there anything you need?"

"It's ok," Susan said to address the girl. "Thank you, I think we can take care of it." She really didn't know how, but she new something would need to be done. Garrett had just completely soaked himself, and they were at least an hour from home.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Feb 19, 2023 at 7:07 AM
Content: Chapter 4

Garrett stood in the middle of the gas station parking lot in disbelief. He was just a few feet from the bathroom, but he was standing outside with pee dripping down his legs and a puddle around his shoes. His shorts he had been wearing had turned visibly darker when they became wet, announcing to the world that he had peed his pants. He could hear the voices of his mom and the gas station clerk as they discussed the situation, but in his intense embarrassment he wasn't even paying attention to what they were saying. He wished he could hide, but there was nowhere to go. The seconds that passed felt like an eternity.

The sound of the bathroom door opening caused Garrett to look up just as an older woman was exiting with the key. She noticed the three people just outside and smiled, "Oh, here's the k..." she started to say as she held out a wooden squeegee handle with the bathroom key attached to the end. She stopped short when she saw Garrett, and her eyes fixated on his shorts. "Oh my, did you have an accident little guy? I'm so sorry," she smiled at him sympathetically and then turned to Susan who was closest to her as she handed her the key. "I raised three boys, and I couldn't tell you how many times they wet their pants. Boys will just pee anywhere!" she said with a laugh. Garrett didn't appreciate the comment. He didn't feel like his accident was due to negligence, and in fact he had done everything possible to avoid it. It's not like he was some little kid who peed himself because he was too distracted to stop playing. But now the three women surrounding him were talking about him as if he was some helpless little boy, and it made him feel very vulnerable.

"Thank you," Susan said as she took the key. "We need to get you cleaned up buddy, but I'm not sure what you're going to wear." Then as if answering her own question, she turned to the young clerk who was still standing by. "Actually, do you have a section for toiletries in the store, like baby wipes?"

"Yes we do, I'll show you where it is," the young woman said, happy to help. Seeing Garrett standing there humiliated and soaking wet broke her heart and she was grateful to be able to help in some small way.

"Great," Susan replied. Then turning to Garrett, she handed him the key, "Go in the bathroom and wait for me, I'll be there in a minute to help." Garrett took the key and walked gingerly toward the bathroom. His wet shorts felt uncomfortable and the hot pee on his legs was a bit itchy, but he was grateful to finally get some privacy. Before shutting the door, he peered out to see the older woman walking to her vehicle to fill up with gas, and his mom and the store clerk walking to the convenience store. He shut the door, relieved to no longer have so much attention on his predicament.

Inside the store, Susan and the young clerk walked past aisles of candy and snacks to a small section of toiletries. There were travel size packages of pain relievers, cold medicine, feminine products, and small packages of diapers and wipes.

"This is perfect," Susan said to the clerk as she picked up a travel package of baby wipes. Next to it she spotted a small container of baby powder. She thought about her seats smelling like stale urine and decided some powder might be a good idea too. She paid for the items and exited the store, thinking about the conversation she was about to have. Garrett was a good kid, but he was so determined to prove he was growing up that sometimes he was a little stubborn. As her youngest, Susan knew she would eventually lose her sweet little boy and she was aware she had a tendency to treat him like he was younger than he was. But then again, situations like this reinforced that he wasn't yet the mature teenager he wanted to be.

With wipes and powder in hand, Susan opened the rear hatch of her SUV and looked at the brown paper bag holding the package of diapers. She really didn't want to embarrass Garrett but a diaper was the only thing she had to change him into. Tearing open the package along the perforated plastic revealed a nicely lined up row of perfectly folded white diapers and she was greeted by a pleasant, almost nostalgic smell. She slid a diaper out of the plastic bag thinking that they were lucky to have had them in the car, but she was also struck by how thick they were. Ah well, she thought, desperate times call for desperate measures.

Garrett had been standing in the locked bathroom for a couple of minutes waiting for his mom, and his wet shorts were starting to get cold. But he didn't really feel like standing in there naked either. His mind had drifted back to the last time he had wet his pants in public, and he was pretty sure he was only 8 or 9. It wasn't nearly as embarrassing though because they were just at the park near his house and it was a quick walk home. This time he was stranded an hour from home without a change of clothes. He wondered if his mom was going to buy him some pants somewhere, or worse, maybe make him wear these wet clothes for the drive home. Yuk, he hoped that wasn't her plan. Just then, he heard a knock on the door and opened it to let his mom in.

"Hey buddy," she said as she walked in. Garrett immediately noticed what she was carrying and his thoughts froze.

"No way mom, a D-DIAPER??" he stuttered, incredulous that this was her plan.

"Garrett, listen to me. This is all we have. You can't wear those wet shorts and I don't have anything else for you in the car." She was right. The thought of wearing a diaper hadn't crossed his mind, and right now his 12 year old brain was desperately scrambling for other options.

"Did the gas station store have any clothes in it?" he asked, hoping for something. Anything.

"No, it's just a tiny snack shop. We're lucky they had wipes," Susan responded trying not to be too harsh or pushy with Garrett. She knew this would be a tough pill for her son to swallow. After all, this would be a humiliating situation for any potty-trained kid, let alone one his age. She wanted to give him a minute to process things.

"Well, what about stores nearby? Can you buy some pants for me from a thrift store or something?" he asked, knowing it was a far fetched request.

"Look little man, this gas station is the only place I saw at this exit. I'm sure there are other stores somewhere, but I can't leave you here alone. Our only option right now is this diaper, and it's going to be fine. Nobody here knows you, and you'll never see any of them again, ok? Let's just get you cleaned up and back in the car, and then nobody will be able to see you."

Garrett grasped for one last thread of dignity, "Can I at least put it on myself?" He was feeling humiliated, crushed. Not 24 hours ago he had a 6-day streak of staying dry at night, and now he was going to have to wear nothing but a t-shirt and diaper in public. How had it come to this?

Susan sighed, and put her hand on his shoulder to reassure him. "Garrett," she said, looking into his sad eyes, "I know this is tough for you. But at the store you had a hard time putting these on. You tore the tapes off the first one, and the second was so loose it would have leaked. I think it's best if I put your diaper on, and that way we can make sure it's done right. Okay? After all, it's the only thing you'll be wearing. We don't want it to fall off, right?" She was trying to illicit a chuckle from him, but he didn't even crack a smile. Garrett was defeated. He knew his mom was right, and there was no use arguing.

The two worked together to pull off Garrett's shoes, socks, wet shorts, and wet underwear. Garrett's mom helped wipe down his body to make sure there were no remnants of urine that might cause a rash.

She then unfolded the diaper.

Garrett watched as his mom's tender hands pulled the plastic sides open and was struck by how loudly the crinkle of the diaper sounded in the small tile covered restroom. Susan seemed to manipulate the diaper like a master, stretching it lengthwise to pop up the standing leak guards, and rolling it back and forth, causing it to crinkle even louder.

"What are you doing," Garrett asked, curious and a little mesmerized by this ritual.

"I'm fluffing it," Susan responded gently. "These diapers are packaged pretty tight, and sometimes you need to fluff up the pulp in them so they absorb better." Garrett continued to watch his mom as she fluffed the rest of the diaper, and by the time she was done it appeared to be twice as thick as it had been.

"Okay, I think it will be easiest if you lay down on the floor." Susan took off her lightweight jacket and laid it down so Garrett wouldn't have to lay on the dirty tile, then she spread the thick diaper out on top of it. Reaching for the baby powder, she turned the blue top to open it and sprinkled ample amounts of powder across the diaper. Garrett was again curious.

"What's that for?" he asked, feeling like baby powder even stated in the name that it wasn't meant for kids his age.

Susan finished, put the powder down, and still kneeling next to the diaper she looked up at Garrett. "Listen buddy, this isn't my first time diapering you," she said with a smile. "Baby powder is going to help absorb any of the moisture from the wipes and make your diaper a lot more comfortable. Plus, it'll make you smell good!" As she said that last phrase she reached over and tickled Garrett, making him laugh and push her hands away. She was grateful that his mood had lightened in spite of the ordeal he had gone through.

"Ok, sit your butt down," Susan said, patting the diaper. Garrett did as he was told, straddling the thick diaper and sitting down on it before gently laying back. His legs were spread with his feet on the ground and his knees bent. Again he felt vulnerable laying there naked, but he knew his mom was very caring and understanding, and her compassionate attitude helped comfort him.

As Susan expertly taped up the diapers, she talked to Garrett to try to put him at ease. "You know I used to wet the bed when I was a little girl right? I've told you that before." Garrett nodded, watching his mom tape one side of the diaper tight around his waist. "Well, I've had my share of embarrassing accidents too," she continued. "One time when I was 13 I was at my best friend's house for a sleepover and I wet my sleeping bag." Susan taped the other top tape, pulling it tight and sealing the top of the diapers around her son's waist.

"Did anyone find out?" Garrett asked, absorbed in the story.

"Oh yes, I had to admit it to her and her mom, but they were understanding." Susan taped one of the bottom tapes around Garrett's leg, pulling it tight and securing it to the front panel of the diaper.

"Why weren't you wearing a pullup or something?" Garrett asked.

"Well this was the early 90's; they didn't have Goodnites yet and I had outgrown the baby diapers. My parents didn't think about getting me adult diapers like these I guess, but I sure wish they would've. I would've much rather woken up in a wet diaper and a dry bed." Susan taped the last tape around Garrett's leg making sure it was equally tight, then she ran her fingers around the leg holes to ensure the leg gathers weren't folded under. Once satisfied, she put her hands on Garrett's knees and used them as a brace to stand up.

"All done, give me your hands," she said, reaching down and pulling Garrett to his feet. He stood and turned to look at himself in the mirror above the sink. He was a thin, normal looking boy, about 5 feet tall. But the addition of a diaper in this image made him feel much more juvenile. The diaper felt rather tight on him, and he considered saying something to his mom, but she broke his train of thought.

"Ok let's get you out to the car," Susan said, and slapped him on the butt. Garrett jumped a bit as her hand fell with a dull thud on the back of his diaper. A cloud of baby powder poofed from out of the waist, and Susan laughed and waived her hand to disperse the cloud. "Guess I used a bit too much!" she said.

Garrett, still looking in the mirror, wasn't quite ready to just walk outside. "Mom, how am I going to walk out there like this?" he said, turning around and looking over his shoulder to inspect his diaper from behind. They were clearly just a bit big on him, with the waist of the diaper reaching relatively high compared to his Goodnites. And while they were sufficiently tight around the legs, he felt like there was a some room in the bottom where width of the diaper caused it to bulge out. The reflection of him in diapers brought images to his mind of Baby Huey, the little duck, waddling around with a big white butt.

Susan was gathering Garrett's wet clothes and rolling his underwear, socks and shorts into a bundle. "Honey, we don't have a choice. But hey, I want you to put your shoes back on. They didn't get wet inside, and I don't want you walking out there barefoot." Garrett stopped staring at himself in the mirror and picked up the shoes. He sat on the toilet lid to put them on, and immediately thought how ironic it was that he was sitting on a toilet in a diaper. Ah well, it's just for a short while, he thought. He pulled on his shoes and tied the laces, then stood up. As he did, his diaper crinkled loudly and he was keenly aware of it with each step he took to the door.

"Are you ready?" Susan asked standing at the door with the wet clothes, wipes, powder and bathroom key in hand.

"I guess," said Garrett. Susan opened the door and the two stepped out. As they walked across the parking lot, Garrett's eyes darted around to see if anyone was watching. Fortunately the gas station was relatively empty at the moment, save a couple of cars that were fueling up. Garrett felt like he was walking funny, as the thickness of the diaper forced his legs slightly apart. Baby Huey was an appropriate likeness, he thought. He walked briskly, hoping to get to the car and out of sight as soon as possible. As he walked ahead of Susan she couldn't help but notice how cute he looked in this big diaper. His butt looked huge in it, and gave the illusion that he was a much smaller boy. She smiled as the image brought back memories of her little boy from years past. She was glad in some way that he still needed her.

As they approached their vehicle, the door of the convenience store opened and the older woman who had been in the bathroom came walking out. Garrett wanted to hide, but there was nowhere to go and she saw him immediately.

"Oh, smart!" she said, looking at Garrett's diaper. Then looking over at Susan and smiling, "You're a smart momma, you can never be too careful with boys!" She walked past Garrett on the way to her car, and as she passed she leaned over toward Garrett. "Try to keep your diaper dry for your mom!" she said with a chuckle before continuing on to her car. Garrett's cheeks turned bright red and he picked up his pace.

Just before reaching their SUV Susan realized she needed to return the restroom key to the convenience store. "Jump in the car Garrett, I'm going to return the key," she said, and jogged over to the door and entered. Garrett reached the car and pulled on the passenger side door, only to realize it was locked. How could his mom have forgotten to unlock the car at this of all times?!

Susan briskly approached the sales counter. "Hey, I just wanted to return the key and thank you for your help."

"Oh, did you guys get everything taken care of?" the attractive young woman asked. She glanced out the front windows of the store toward the vehicle, and noticed the 12 year old boy standing next to the SUV in a t-shirt, diaper and shoes, looking very embarrassed. "Uh, looks like your door is locked," she said pointing toward Susan's car.

"What?" Susan turned to look. "Oh no, I forgot!" she exclaimed, quickly reaching into her pocket to hit the FOB remote to unlock the car. As soon as she did, she saw Garrett pull the on handle, open the door, and jump in."

"Poor little guy," the clerk exclaimed. Susan smiled and thanked her, left the key on the counter and left the store.

Climbing into the SUV herself, she shut the driver side door, took a deep breath, and looked over at Garrett. "You ok?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said, "let's just go."

"Hey since we've made it this far, I'd still like to pick up a bathing suit. You can just stay in the car, ok?" She looked down at Garrett in the passenger seat, and the thick white diaper between his legs protruding from under his t-shirt.

"Yeah, I guess that's ok," Garrett responded. He was going to be in nothing but a diaper for at least the hour drive home, so a few extra minutes didn't seem to make a difference. He leaned against the window looking at the other cars and settled in for the remainder of the shopping trip.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Feb 19, 2023 at 7:08 AM
Content:

Diapertoddler said:

Moms are a boys best friend in these situations. Sure they have the diapers just purchased he can wear, but since he wet his shorts is she going to make him wear just the diaper on the shopping trip ?

[End of quote]

Yep, my mom was always my ally. Even in the most embarrassing moments, moms are there to comfort and help.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Mar 10, 2023 at 6:19 PM
Content: Chapter 5

The remainder of the drive to the outlet mall passed without incident. Garrett sat in the front seat staring out the window at the passing farms, trees, and rolling hills. He didn't want to think about the accident he just had and was grateful to relax and let his mind wander. As they drove east it had become noticeably warmer outside, but Garrett was enjoying the sun on his face and the air conditioning gently cooling his skin. Susan was listening to music on the radio and otherwise the two sat quietly as the car cruised down the highway now uninhibited by traffic. Thirty minutes later Garrett noticed his mom merging to exit, and looked up to see a green road sign indicating they had reached Vacaville.

The outlets were near the highway and Susan pulled off the frontage road into a parking lot, eventually coming to a stop in front of what Garrett thought looked like a bunch of clothing stores. The only thing he saw that looked somewhat interesting was a food court, but at the moment he wasn't hungry and he certainly hoped his mom didn't intend for him to get out of the car wearing only his diaper. He had done that once today already and was quite certain once was enough.

With the engine still running Susan rolled down the windows, then turned the key and removed it from the ignition powering down the vehicle. "Honey, I'm going to go do my shopping. It's hot out here though, are you going to be okay just sitting in the car?" She knew if it was 80 degrees outside it could easily reach 90 or more inside the vehicle, and she certainly didn't want her son overheating.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." Garrett said flatly. He didn't see any alternatives. Besides, at the moment he was only wearing his t-shirt and diaper and the warm air from outside wasn't bothering him.

"Okay, well I can't leave the car running, but I'll leave the windows down and I'm going to get you a bottle of water in case you start feeling hot. I'll try not to be too long," Susan said with some concern. She thought Garrett looked a little anxious, but she was pretty sure that was mostly due to the discomfort of his recent accident rather than being left alone in the car. She certainly didn't want to cause the little guy any further indignity by making him come with her, and with the windows down and some cold water to drink she thought he should be fine for 15 or 20 minutes. "Wait right here," she said as she climbed out of the SUV. Garrett watched from his window as Susan walked over toward the food court area and entered through the double glass doors. A moment later she came back out and approached Garrett's side of the car, handing him a bottle of water through the open window.

"Thanks," he said, taking the bottle. It was cold to the touch and Garrett guessed it must have come straight out of a vending machine. He unscrewed the cap and took a drink and with the air conditioning now off, the cold water provided a welcome refreshment in the warm sun.

Susan smiled. "Great, I'll be right back. Sit tight," she said and kissed her fingers, lovingly touching them to his cheek.

Garrett watched as him mom walked off toward the multitude of clothing stores. He didn't understand why adults liked to shop. It looked so boring to him, and he was pretty sure his mom already had a swimsuit. He tried to imagine himself as an adult but was confident that even then, he would only buy new clothes when absolutely necessary. Of course if ever there was a time to buy pants, he thought, this would be it. He looked down at the diaper that bulged out from under the bottom of his t-shirt and sighed. But at least it was comfortable. He opened and closed his legs, listening to the crinkle of the plastic and inspecting the thick diaper between his thighs as he mindlessly drank from the cool bottle. Unlike his Goodnites which were relatively unnoticeable when dry, Garrett felt like he wouldn't be able to ignore the fact that he was wearing these diapers. He felt secure in them though and wished he had kept the store's sample diaper on. If he had just worn that on this drive he would still have some dry pants to wear over it.

As his mind drifted from one thought to another in the gradually warming car Garrett found himself drinking the last of the water from his bottle. He snapped back to reality and looked at the now empty container, surprised to see he had gone through all of it already. Even with the windows down, the car was now warm inside. The water had been a nice refreshment, but the realization that it was gone also brought his attention to his bladder which now felt relatively full. Garrett looked out the window, scanning the storefronts for his mom. He wasn't sure how long she'd been gone but he guessed maybe 10 minutes. Surely she would come walking out from one of the stores with clean pants for Garrett and he'd be able to run to the bathroom in the food court. He pondered the alternatives, and none of them sounded good.

After briefly browsing through the blouses at one of her favorite boutiques Susan tore herself away, remembering her son who was sitting in the car by himself. She didn't want to leave him alone for too long, and decided she'd better just find a new bathing suit and get back. She was secretly disappointed as she had hoped to have more time to shop, but she hadn't counted on Garrett wetting his pants and realized she'd have to cut the trip short.

Susan walked through a narrow breezeway past windows of mannequins wearing cute summer outfits, stopped once to inspect a straw beach hat, then finally continued on until she reached her destination. Upon entering, she was pleasantly surrounded by the gentle scent of coconut and sea-salt, and the shop's air conditioning cooled her smooth skin. She paused and took a deep breath, imagining herself already enjoying the beaches in Florida, and looked around for the bathing suits. Susan was barely 40 and was very attractive. She worked hard to stay in shape, and at 5'6" she had a body that still looked incredible in a bathing suit. In the past she had always leaned toward more traditional one-piece suits in dark muted colors so as not to draw attention to herself, but on this trip she felt like trying something new.

"Hello, what can I help you find today?" an older female sales person asked, approaching Susan with a smile.

"Well I'm on my way to Florida and was hoping to buy a new swimsuit for the beach," Susan said, scanning the racks of cute material looking for something that would be comfortable and fun.

"That's exciting! Are you looking for a one piece, a bikini, or something in between?" the sales person asked.

Susan was modest and had never worn a bikini, but she was intrigued by what 'something in between' might be. "I know I don't want a bikini," she said cautiously, "but what else is there besides a one piece?" She felt a little excited as she anticipated actually stepping outside her comfort zone.

"Stay right here honey," the older woman said with confidence, "I'm going to bring you some samples to try on and we're going to find something you'll love!" Susan watched the woman with anticipation. She briefly considered Garrett but figured he'd be fine for a bit longer. The windows were down, he had plenty of water, and she knew he wouldn't be getting out of the car in just a diaper. He'd be fine. She smiled, ready to try on some swimsuits.

Garrett tried to focus on something other than his bladder but now that he was aware of it, he felt like he could think of nothing else. The urge to pee felt like it had come on so suddenly. Or maybe he just hadn't noticed it earlier. Maybe the Dr. Pepper was still working through his system. Either way, it was now becoming an urgent matter and he wasn't sure what to do. If he used his diaper it would be validation that he needed diapers during the day, and that was exactly the opposite of what he hoped to prove to his mom. Garrett pulled his legs up under him, kneeling on the passenger seat while he looked over at the food court. The double glass doors said, 'RESTROOMS INSIDE' almost as if to mock him. Normally he would just jump out and go to the bathroom, but there was no way he was going to get out of the car dressed like this. He had already endured the humiliation of walking through the mostly empty public gas station with his diaper visible, but walking into a crowded food court in just a t-shirt, diaper, and shoes was simply not an option.

Susan stood in front of the mirror in her dressing room admiring the cute pink floral two-piece that hugged her feminine curves. It showed some midriff, but it was tasteful. She turned to the left, looking over her shoulder at her reflection to inspect her backside, hips, the straps on her shoulders and back, and every other detail of how the suit fit her body. She knew she wasn't as thin as she had been in college, and having kids had left her with curves befitting a woman her age. She used to be a B-cup and was now a permanent C-cup, and her hips and butt were rounder than they used to be. But as she looked at herself in the mirror she was happy that there weren't any glaring areas to be embarrassed about. Her body was still well proportioned.

"We also have that one in a cute purple," the sales woman said through the door of the dressing room. "Let me know if you'd like to try that one."

"Oh, I'd love to," Susan responded through the door. She liked the style, and thought a purple might look even better. A few seconds passed, and Susan once again heard the voice of the woman from a bit further away in the store.

"Uh, it looks like we don't have that one in your size here on the rack. Give me an minute and I'll check in the back stockroom to see if we have one." With that, Susan could hear the woman leave the front room through a door. She said down on the bench in the dressing room to wait.

Garrett was starting to worry. His mom had been gone longer than he expected, and his bladder wasn't going to hold out for much longer. He knew if she didn't come back soon he would be forced to use his diaper, but he was afraid she'd be upset if he did. It was one thing to wet his Goodnites while he was asleep; that was involuntary. But it felt like an entirely different thing for him at 12 years old to be wearing a diaper during the day and to actually use it. It just felt wrong.

After a while Susan heard the sales person come back from the stock room into the front retail space, and heard her voice through the dressing room door. "I found one in your size honey! I think you'll love this color," she said as she approached the dressing room. Susan opened the door enough to receive the swimsuit and thanked the woman. "Oh honey, that looks great on you!" the woman exclaimed as she looked at the pink suit Susan was wearing. Susan blushed a little, unused to being complimented like that.

"Thanks. I'm not sure I can stay longer though, I probably need to get back to my son," Susan said, admiring the purple swimsuit. She did like it and felt a surge of confidence from the woman's compliment, but was unsure whether she should buy it.

"Can you take two minutes to try this one on? If you can, I think it would be good for us to compare and make sure it's a good fit," the woman responded. Susan paused for a moment and relented. She did come here to buy a swimsuit in which she would feel comfortable and confident, and hated the idea of buying the purple one without seeing what it looked like on her.

"Sure," Susan responded, shutting the door. She thought about Garrett but figured he was probably fine for a few more minutes. She slipped the straps of the pink swimsuit off her shoulders and began to change.

Garrett was kneeling on the passenger seat bouncing up and down with his hands between his legs, trying to keep his bladder from emptying. His diaper crinkled with each bounce off the seat, and his eyes scanned the storefront for his mom.

"Are you okay buddy?" an older male voice asked from the driver's side of the car. Garrett stopped bouncing and turned to look out the window to see an elderly man looking into the car at him with a concerned look on his face. He had apparently been walking past the vehicle and noticed Garrett looking a little desperate.

"Yeah, I'm okay, I'm just waiting for my mom," Garrett said blushing. The man had a kind grandfatherly appearance, but Garrett suddenly felt exposed as he noticed the mans eyes looking down at his diaper. Garrett thought about trying to explain, but what could he say? He felt stupid explaining that he had to pee and was holding it when the man could clearly see he was wearing a diaper. He was grateful that the man just smiled and continued walking toward the shops.

As the man walked away, Garrett had serious doubts about whether he could hold it any longer. Just then he noticed his mom emerge from the outlets carrying a bag in her hand and he was filled with hope. If she had some pants for him, maybe he could hold it long enough to put them on and run to the bathroom in the food court. As he watched his mom, he was mortified to see her take a turn and enter the food court herself. He watched her walk through the glass doors and turn to enter the restroom just inside. Garrett felt his bladder give way and grabbed the front of his diaper to try to stop it. The discomfort of holding it had become overwhelming though, and in spite of momentarily stopping the flow of urine he realized it would impossible to wait any longer. His aching bladder had overcome him and there was nothing he could do. His most focused effort was falling short and he could still feel urine leaking into his diaper. Feeling utterly defeated, he was forced to relax. Garrett watched the front of his diaper as warm pee flooded into it. In a situation like this his Goodnites would have leaked, but the thick diaper thirstily absorbed the urine, swelling as it turned from bright white to having a yellow hue in the front. Garrett felt like he peed for an eternity, and when he was finally done a shiver ran through his body as he relaxed in relief and settled into the seat between his still bent legs. His hand rested on his diaper and it felt warm to the touch. The padding felt full but firm as it had easily absorbed all the pee.

The driver's side door opened, "Hey Garrett, everything okay?" Susan asked as she loaded her bag into the car somewhat oblivious to her son's situation. Garrett was muted in his response, utterly humiliated by what had just occurred and a little scared about what his mom's reaction might be. He had tried to pull his shirt down to cover his diaper but it simply wasn't long enough. Now sitting in the car Susan took notice of her son's disposition, realizing something was wrong. "Oh honey, did you have an accident?" she asked as she noticed the wet diaper now more prominently protruding between his legs. It looked swollen, and it didn't take a mother's trained eye to recognize that it was wet.

"Yeah, I mean, I could have gone to the bathroom but I didn't have any pants," Garrett responded trying to hold back tears. "I'm sorry, I tried to hold it as long as I could." He looked up at Susan, visibly shaken. "Are you mad?"

"Oh honey not at all, you don't have to apologize. It's not your fault, okay?" Susan's heart broke for her son as she watched a tear roll down his cheek. He was trying not to cry, but she understood his embarrassment. "This is a special circumstance Garrett," she said gently, "and honestly it's a good thing we had diapers in the car or you wouldn't have had anything to wear at all." Susan wanted her son to feel comfortable about wearing these diapers rather than ashamed. She wanted him to view them positively as a measure of security, rather than a punishment to be loathed. She especially wanted to avoid shaming him for using them.

Garrett was glad that his mom was understanding and not upset. Her compassion was comforting, but he still was concerned that his earlier accident and his usage of the diaper just now would be an indictment on his ability to stay dry during the day. But maybe he still had time to prove that he didn't need diapers before the trip tomorrow. "Did you buy me some pants?" he asked hoping to put this ordeal behind him.

Susan was a little puzzled, "No hun, these stores are expensive and I figured we didn't need to since you're just staying in the car. Don't worry, I got my bathing suit and we can just head straight home, okay?"

Garrett figured his mom had a point. What difference would it make to just continue wearing a diaper for the drive home? Wanting to at least appear somewhat responsible, he figured he would address the obvious issue at hand. "I guess I should change into a dry one, right?" he asked sheepishly.

"I don't know," Susan responded, "let me take a look and see how wet you are." Garrett was shocked. He figured his mom would have thought his wet diaper was gross, or would be appalled that he had wet himself while awake. He certainly didn't expect her to be so ambivalent about him staying in a wet diaper. "Lift up for me," Susan instructed, putting her hand under his hip and lifting gently. Garrett had still been kneeling with his legs spread apart and his bottom sitting on the seat between his feet, but he raised himself up to a high kneeling position so his mom could inspect his diaper. Susan put her hand on the front, feeling the warm wet area to see how far it had spread. Then she felt the back of the diaper, sliding her hand between his legs, and finished by smacking Garrett's butt. "All good buddy," she said lightheartedly. "Looks like you peed a lot, but that diaper is fine. Honestly, I only bought two packs of 12 and I don't want to use them up unnecessarily or we won't have enough for our trip." Her last statement confirmed Garrett's suspicion that she planned for him to wear these every night, not just on the flight. But she didn't seem to think it was a big deal, and he was realizing that maybe his mom was right. Maybe he had made a bigger deal about these diapers than he needed to.

"Hey, it's hot and we have a long drive back. I'm going to grab a drink for the drive home. You want something?" she asked, glancing back over at the food court.

"Do you think I should?" Garrett asked, again trying to sound responsible. He hadn't made it to the outlets without an accident, and he figured he probably should be careful on the drive back.

"Honey, you're wearing a diaper and it's already wet," Susan said suppressing a chuckle. It was ironic that Garrett was now worried about having an accident. She realized her son probably needed her to state the obvious. "If you have to pee on the drive home, just use your diaper. It's okay and those diapers can hold a lot. Honestly it's pretty hot and you're clearly thirsty today," she said, holding up his empty water bottle and laughing.

Garrett finally smiled too, feeling better about his mom's response to the situation. He never thought she would actually tell him it was okay to use his diaper, but he realized she was right. He sure didn't relish the idea of struggling to hold it again on the drive home and without pants, a public restroom wasn't an option. He processed his mom's response and accepted the situation. "Yeah, I guess I am thirsty. Can I have a Gatorade?"

"Sure," Susan said as she hopped back out of the SUV. She walked quickly to the food court as she thought about her son. It hadn't occurred to her that he would need to pee again so soon after his accident at the gas station, but she realized it was probably inevitable. She felt bad about putting him in a situation where he was forced to wet his diaper, but she was also grateful that he had one on. She certainly didn't want to have to deal with another situation like the one at the gas station. If she could get him comfortable with wearing these she figured the trip would be a lot more stress-free. Susan purchased a bottle of water for herself and a Gatorade for her son. The vending machine only had one-liter bottles which gave her pause, but she reasoned that it didn't really matter at this point.

Returning to the car, Susan handed the drink to her son who accepted it gratefully and took a long drink. The car had warmed to the point where even in a diaper and t-shirt he was feeling a bit sweaty and he was grateful for the refreshment. Susan turned the key and powered on the SUV, and the air conditioning began blowing cool air through the vents once again. Garrett sat down correctly into his seat and buckled himself in for the ride as the SUV pulled out of the parking spot. Susan looked over at her son who was now absent-mindedly drinking from his Gatorade bottle and staring out the window, and in that moment she was grateful that she had an excuse to keep him in a diaper for the drive home.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Mar 10, 2023 at 11:49 PM
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maximilian said:

That is followed by Garret’s correct conclusion that the 12*2-1 = 23 diapers left are for the 21 nights and 2 flights

For my feeling that’s a bit tight. We’ll see how that plays out. Perhaps they need to restock in Orlando ?

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Thank you for your kind words, I’m glad you’re enjoying the story. Doesn’t leave much room for error does it?

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Mar 12, 2023 at 3:03 AM
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parktochter said:

Thanks for another great chapter! I love that story

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I would love to hear what elements you enjoy, especially.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Mar 23, 2023 at 7:10 PM
Content: Chapter 6

The traffic on the drive home flowed nicely, for which Susan was grateful. Garrett had fallen asleep about 10 minutes into the trip and Susan glanced over to see the boy leaning against the warm window. Seeing the now empty Gatorade bottle in his lap made her grateful that he was wearing a diaper while he slept, and she was glad she didn't have to worry about restricting his fluids. His slumber gave her the opportunity to plan for their departure the following day and as she drove through the rolling hills scattered with cows, Susan mentally formed checklists of things she needed to do before they left. In spite of Garrett's unexpected accident today, Susan was glad she had at least successfully purchased diapers for him and a swimsuit for herself. 'Check and check', she thought, crossing the two items off the list in her mind.

About an hour into the drive Susan was starting to feel like she was going to nod off too. The warm sun shining through the windows and the gentle hum of the engine were making it difficult for her to keep her eyes open and she decided it would be a good idea to pull off the highway, use the restroom, and grab a cup of coffee. She knew of a coffee shop up ahead and soon exited the highway. The change in speed and the merging of the car onto the exit were enough to wake Garrett from his snooze. He looked around a bit confused, trying to figure out if they had made it home, and didn't see anything he recognized.

"What are we doing?" Garrett asked.

"Hey sleepyhead! I'm just pulling off for a minute to use the bathroom and grab a cup of coffee," Susan explained at a stop light. Her mention of the bathroom called Garrett's attention to his own bladder which was now full of Gatorade. He pondered the situation. His mom had told him if he had to pee on the drive home that he should just use his diaper, but did she still expect him to at least try to make it home?

"Uh, do you know how much longer we'll be driving?" Garrett asked, concerned about appearing irresponsible by not at least trying to wait.

"We're still about 25 minutes from home, why, what's up?" Susan replied, noticing the boy looked a little anxious.

"Well, I also have to pee," Garrett said quietly. "But I'll try to hold it," he added.

"Oh...okay," Susan said as she parked outside the coffee shop. She wasn't sure why Garrett was bringing it up, but she didn't want to embarrass him so she dropped the matter. "I'll be right back," she said as she lowered the windows and shut off the car. She grabbed her purse and jumped out of the SUV, grateful to stretch her legs for a minute.

After a quick visit to the restroom, Susan stood in line and ordered a small iced coffee. The barista handed her the cold beverage, and the first sip of coffee was refreshing and invigorating. Cup in hand, Susan headed back outside and climbed into the car. She glanced at Garrett who seemed to have a slightly concerned look on his face. She wasn't sure what was going through his head, but figured he must just be embarrassed to have to use his diaper in front of his mom. Susan felt sorry for him but reasoned that in this circumstance, letting the boy stay in the car and just use his diaper was actually the least embarrassing option.

"Ready?" she said, eyeing him a bit longer than normal.

"Uh huh," Garrett responded, turning away from his mom to stare out the window as she backed the SUV out and returned to the road. Merging back onto the freeway, Susan entered the carpool lane and settled in for the remainder of the drive.

"Hey, how does pizza sound for tonight?" she asked, trying to make conversation.

"Yeah, that would be great!" he said enthusiastically. "Can we watch a movie also?" Garrett loved pizza and movie nights, and hoped his mom wouldn't be planning on them going to bed early or something.

"Well, I don't see why not! After all, this is our last night at home for 3 weeks, so we might as well enjoy it." Susan was glad Garrett's enthusiasm for pizza and a movie had lifted his spirits.

As they continued the drive, Susan's mind had wandered back to all the things she needed to prepare for the trip. Her concentration was broken by the sound of a rhythmic crinkling sound coming from the passenger seat, and she glanced over to see Garrett slightly squirming back and forth with his knees pressed together. "Hey bud, you know it's okay to just use your diaper, right? We still have like 15 minutes to go and you look uncomfortable," Susan said, trying to reassure the boy. "These are special circumstances. Normally you would have peed back at the coffee shop, but without pants we really don't have much choice."

Garrett watched his mom as she was talking, and processed what she was saying. Intentionally just peeing in front of his mom like this was embarrassing, but she was right. What choice did he have? And what's the point of trying to hold it if she wasn't going to judge him?

"Yeah, I guess I thought you would prefer me to try to hold it, and only use my diaper if it was an emergency," Garrett responded.

"I'd say having to spend 3 hours without pants is enough of an emergency, wouldn't you?" Susan laughed.

Garrett blushed and smiled, "Yeah." His squirming had stopped and as Susan watched the road in front of her, she noticed he had become quiet. Not wanting to make him uncomfortable, Susan glanced briefly sideways and saw the boy looking much more relaxed with his legs apart and staring down at his diaper. She suppressed a chuckle at the sight of his obvious curiosity, but said nothing.

The two finally arrived home, and both were grateful as the car pulled up into the driveway after the long trip. Susan shut off the engine and unbuckled as she prepared to climb out, but Garrett stopped her.

"Wait, what about me? I have to get out like this?" he asked. She looked at him, and then down at his diaper. It was now even wetter, and the front was protruding from under his t-shirt considerably more than it had before. The plastic looked taut as if the absorbent material in the diaper was stretching it to it's limit.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "You've really put those diapers to the test!" Susan laughed, but Garrett was still worried about having to get out of the car.

"Mom!" he complained, cheeks turning red.

"Look, nobody's outside. Let's just jump out, and go straight to the door. We'll be inside before you know it," Susan reassured him. She grabbed her purse and shopping bag and climbed out of her seat. As she did she heard Garrett's car door open and close again with a thud, and his quick little footsteps running across the narrow grassy area between the driveway and the front porch. Susan rounded the rear of the vehicle and looked up toward the front door to see Garrett nervously ringing the doorbell. She realized the front door must be locked.

"Oh honey, hang on I have the key she said as she quickened her pace. She began looking through her purse for her house keys, but before she found them the door swung open and Garrett quickly stepped inside. Susan looked up to see Maci holding the door for them both, staring down at Garrett's very wet diaper with a look of surprise.

"Wow, uh...what's...why are you wearing a diaper?" she stammered, trying to make sense of the fact that her little brother was out in public dressed like this.

"He had an accident in his pants, and we had just bought these diapers for the trip so that's all we had for him to wear," Susan explained.

"It sure looks like they work!" Maci said smiling. Garrett wasn't very amused.

"I didn't have a choice! My pants were wet so I couldn't get out of the car!" he explained, desperately wanting his sister to understand that he would never have wet them under normal circumstances.

"It's okay honey," Susan said, "why don't you run upstairs, take a quick shower, and change. I'll order some pizza and we can have a nice dinner." Garrett agreed, turning and walking upstairs. Susan and Maci couldn't help but notice how wet his diaper was, even in back. The wetness had spread up the rear of his diaper and there was a clear patch that was visibly tinted yellow on display for all to see.

Once Garrett was in his room, Maci broke the silence. "Mom, those diapers are super thick! Is he going to agree to wear those on the trip?"

"I think he'll be fine," Susan said. "Honestly, I really wanted to make sure he wasn't going to leak and these clearly did the trick. He peed in them at least twice today with no issues." Maci knew her little brother probably wasn't thrilled about wearing diapers, but she understood her mom's reasoning. Having wet the bed and dealt with numerous leaks herself, Maci recognized that reliability was more important than discretion. "Hey, would you do me a favor?" Susan asked. "Could you go out to the car and get his diapers from the trunk? There's a couple of packages in a brown paper bag back there. Just take them up to his room for me please."

Maci agreed, took the keys from her mom and headed out to the car. She hit the key fob button to remotely open the rear hatch of the vehicle as she approached, and saw the bag with the diapers inside the trunk as her mother had said. One of the packages of diapers was already opened, and Maci curiously took the package out of the grocery bag and inspected it. The diapers boasted a high capacity, leak guards and other features to reduce leaks and improve absorbency. She slid a diaper out of the package, and noticed it felt rather heavy compared to Garretts pullups. It was thick too, even in its folded, compressed state. Poor kid, she thought. But in her mind he was lucky to have an older sister like her who had been a bedwetter too and determined to do her best to help him not feel ashamed of his diapers during this trip.

Upstairs, Garrett shut his bedroom door grateful to finally have some privacy. He looked at himself in the closet mirror and immediately took notice of the contrast between his wet pullup this morning and the wet diaper this afternoon. His pullups had a considerably lower profile than these diapers and were much quieter as well. Garrett reached down and felt the front which was now squishy and warm to the touch. It had swollen considerably from its initial thickness, but he got the sense that it was by no means at capacity. Curiosity crept into Garrett's mind as he wondered what the actual capacity of a diaper like this might be, and it gave him a sense of comfort knowing that if he was wearing these it was almost certain he wouldn't leak.

There was a knock at the door and before Garrett could answer, it opened. He looked over to see Maci walk in carrying the brown bag from the Medical Supply Store.

"Hey, I brought the rest of your diapers," she said, putting them down on top of his dresser. "What are you doing?" she inquired as she sat on the edge of his bed, wondering why he was standing in front of the mirror still in his wet diaper.

"I don't know," Garrett said, "I guess I was just worried about wearing these for the next three weeks. You know mom even wants me to wear them on the plane?" he asked, still a little incredulous.

"Yeah I know, she just doesn't want you to leak. But whatever, nobody's to going care, right?" Maci wanted to reassure him that it really wasn't a big deal.

Garrett looked back into the mirror at himself. "Do you really think I need them on the flight? I feel like I'll probably be fine."

Maci smiled at him and tried to reassure him. "I know it sucks, but it's totally just in case, right? I mean if you did happen to fall asleep and have an accident on the plane it would be super embarrassing. How do you hide that? And I doubt Goodnites would even work. I don't know, maybe just wear them and see how it goes. If you keep it dry, maybe mom won't make you wear one on the flight home." Maci figured it was a long shot, but would give Garrett something to hope for. "Anyway, I think you look cute in diapers. It reminds me of when you were 3," she said and laughed.

"Hey!" Garrett said lightheartedly, unappreciative of the insinuation that he looked like a toddler.

"Okay diaper-butt, you better take a shower 'cause mom's ordering pizza!" Maci said, standing up and heading to the door. Garrett nodded and sat down on the floor with an audible 'squish' to remove his shoes. "Those diapers are sooo big!" Maci said with a chuckle, getting in one last jab at her little brother as she exited the room and closed the door. Garrett smiled. His sister wasn't wrong, and somehow he felt better knowing that he didn't have to try to hide them from her or his parents.

Garrett showered and changed into some comfortable clothes, and came downstairs to the smell of fresh pizza. Next to the pizza was a two-liter bottle of Sprite and a box of cheesy bread, both which Garrett loved. His dad had just arrived home from work and Garrett was excited to pick out a movie. The family relaxed for a few hours in front of the TV, enjoying their last evening at home before their departure. After the movie the family cleaned up the kitchen, and Garrett hugged his parents, ready to head to bed.

"Hey, just wear a Goodnites tonight okay?" Susan said as Garrett embraced her. "We can save the diapers for the trip."

"Thanks Mom," Garrett said smiling. He was happy to feel like things were getting back to normal after such a strange day. Garrett trudged upstairs to brush his teeth, put on his Goodnites and go to bed. Now that it was only one night away, the excitement of the trip was building in his mind and he couldn't wait to leave.

Downstairs, Susan and her husband Dan finished tidying up and Dan grabbed the empty Sprite bottle. "Wow, we killed a whole two-liter? I barely had any, who drank all that?" he asked holding it up.

"Oh gosh, I hope it wasn't Garrett," Susan said, wondering if the Goodnites might have been a mistake. But she didn't have the energy to worry about it right now. "Come on, I'm tired. Let's turn in early."

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Mar 23, 2023 at 11:28 PM
Content: Thank you all for your kind encouragement! It really means a lot to me, I’ve always been told I had a way with words, but I’ve never attempted fiction Like this, at least not to this level.

TinkleTinkleLittleStar said:

I really enjoy reading sense descriptions of nappy filling in ab/dl stories. (I was a little disappointed that you didn't go into more detail with Garrett's second nappy wetting in your latest published chapter.)

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I also enjoyed the descriptions and you can probably see that in the first couple accidents Garrett had. This last one was witnessed from his mothers point of view. I’m enjoying the freedom of switching back-and-forth between what Garrett experiences and what his mother sees. But there will definitely be descriptive situations in the future.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Apr 4, 2023 at 11:28 PM
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Bigt84015 said:

U can do that??

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Yep, go into settings > accessibility options. There are some choices. Like you can do a two finger swipe from the top of any page and it will read you everything, or you can set it to only read highlighted content. The SIRI voices are very realistic.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Apr 5, 2023 at 10:49 PM
Content: Chapter 7

Garrett woke to the sun shining through his bedroom window and immediately remembered that today was the day they would fly to Florida. The realization that the family's trip had finally arrived caused him to sit up with excitement, only to realize that he felt exceptionally wet and clammy. Pulling back the blankets, he looked down at a thoroughly saturated Goodnites between his legs and a large wet spot on the sheets. The wetness extended up the back of his t-shirt to about his shoulder-blades and the fresh air was quickly cooling the wet cotton as it clung to his skin. His pullup must have leaked out the waist, he thought with dismay. Garrett's mind wandered back to the multiple cups of Sprite he had enjoyed last night, and he realized he had set himself up for this one. Sliding out of bed, he stood up and felt his pullup droop with the weight of his pee. Leaking in the middle of the night was miserable, and at least the one positive thing about the diapers his mom had bought him was he knew he wouldn't have to worry about it again for a few weeks. Garrett removed his wet t-shirt and tossed it into the hamper, then waddled to the bathroom in just the wet pullup that hung from his hips. He tossed the pullup in the trash and climbed into the shower to clean up.

Once dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, Garrett came downstairs to the smell of fresh coffee brewing and bacon and eggs cooking on the stove.

"Hi mom!" he said cheerfully to Susan who was preparing breakfast. She turned around and smiled.

"Hi honey, you sure are happy this morning," she remarked. "It wouldn't have anything to do with the trip would it?"

"Maybe," Garrett said, containing his excitement. He walked over to the table in the breakfast nook just off the edge of the kitchen area where his dad was sitting, reading the newspaper. Dan lowered the paper and looked at Garrett curiously.

"Morning Garrett. Looks like you already showered, everything okay?" he asked, recognizing that everything probably wasn't.

Garrett looked down at the table. "I...um...I leaked, so I took a shower," he responded sheepishly.

Susan turned around to join the conversation, concerned, "Did you strip your bed honey? We're leaving tonight and I want to be sure we get that laundry done before we take off."

"No, but I will," the boy responded, realizing he probably should have done that without being reminded.

"Right after breakfast, okay?" Susan reiterated to make sure he knew the importance. "Also, you should pack your clothes. Let's not wait until the last minute." Garrett agreed, but right now the only thing on his mind was hot eggs and bacon.

Maci arrived last, groggily walking into the breakfast nook in her pajamas with her hair up in a messy bun. Garrett always thought she looked like a disaster in the morning but figured it must be a teenage girl thing.

"Mom, can I have coffee?" she asked as she sat clumsily into a chair next to her dad, her eyes barely open.

"I suppose so. After all, today we're officially on vacation. Would you pour a mug for your dad also?" Susan responded as she pushed bacon around on a skillet of sizzling grease. Maci stood back up and lumbered over to the coffee pot, pouring two cups of coffee. In her's she added half-and-half and copious amounts of sugar but left her dad's coffee black.

"Thanks sweetheart," Dan said as he accepted the warm mug. He then directed his attention toward Susan, "So honey, it's going to be pretty hot and humid this week in Orlando. I'm afraid we're going to cook at Disney World. Maybe we should cancel our tickets." The last sentence was said with a wink toward his wife, and the two turned to watch Garrett who immediately perked up.

"No! We can't cancel!" Garrett said emphatically as his mom slid a plate in front of him steaming with scrambled eggs and cheese, bacon, and a piece of toast.

"I guess we can't cancel, Dan," Susan said with a shrug, and kissed the boy's head. Satisfied, Garrett smiled and picked up his fork to begin working on one of his favorite breakfast meals.

Maci spoke up, "So when are we going to be seeing Uncle Steve and Aunt Becky?"

"Well, we're going to take the first week to enjoy Orlando, including two days at Disney World," Dan replied as he took a bite of crispy bacon. “I have to be in training every morning but I’ll have afternoons free and can join you. And after that first week it’ll be all field work for me, so we can drive down to Fort Lauderdale to see Steve, Becky and the kids next weekend.” Dan sipped the stout coffee that was steaming in his mug. “Susan, is your brother sure he has a place for all of us at the house?"

"He says he does," Susan said. "It might be a little tight though. I guess Maci is going to sleep with Chloe and Sarah in Chloe's room, and Garrett is going to sleep up in the loft with Scotty. You and I are supposed to sleep in Sarah's room. They said it'll work," Susan said with a bit of a shrug. Her younger brother Steve was a lot of fun, but he wasn't the most organized person and she doubted he had put much more thought into their stay than what she had just spelled out.

Maci was excited to see her cousins again. "It's been five years since I saw Sarah. Gosh, I was 11 and she was nine back then! Chloe wasn't even born yet," she remarked as she took a sip of her coffee, feeling quite like a mature adult.

"Yeah, Scotty was only three. I guess it'll be more fun to play with him this time now that he's eight," Garrett chimed in. He remembered being seven years old and playing with trucks in the sandbox with his three-year-old cousin. There had only been so much fun they could have together, but Garrett hoped they would have a bit more in common this time around.

"I just can't wait to see you in a tuxedo," Susan said, looking at Garrett. For a moment he was perplexed, but then realized she was talking about her younger sister's wedding. Since it had worked out that the family would be visiting at that time, Susan's sister had asked Garrett and Maci to be a groomsman and bridesmaid, and Garrett wasn't exactly thrilled about the prospect. But if it meant he got to visit Disney World he figured he could tolerate one boring day in a tuxedo.

"Why did they choose to do it on the beach in the middle of summer?" Dan asked. "Doesn't your sister realize we're not used to the humidity? We're going to be sweltering out there."

"I don't know. I guess there's going to be a canopy or shelter or something. But yeah, I'm not looking forward to it either. We'll just have to get through it." Susan loved her youngest sister, but sometimes she felt like Julie opted for things based on how the photos would look on Instagram rather than whether they were practical.

With breakfast finished, Dan began cleaning up the dishes and Susan took the opportunity to follow Garrett up to his room. She didn't want to risk any urine-soaked bedding or laundry sitting out for three weeks and becoming moldy.

"Wow, you really peed everywhere last night!" Susan exclaimed as the two surveyed the damage done to the sheets. Then turning to Garrett, "I'm pretty sure you had a lot more Sprite than you should have. You need to be more responsible than that so this doesn't happen, okay?" She knew Garrett wanted to be viewed as a young teenager instead of a little boy, but try as he might, situations like this only served to reinforce to her that he still needed to be closely managed.

"I'm sorry," Garrett said quietly.

"Hey, it's okay. Accidents happen." Susan put her arm around her son's shoulder and hugged him from the side. "Look, don't worry about it for now. We're going on vacation and you're going to have much better protection at night while we're on the trip, so it won't be an issue. But you'll have to be more careful when we get home, okay?" Susan was trying not to dampen the boy's spirits. She knew from personal experience that being a bedwetter was punishment enough, and she definitely didn't want him stressing over this while on vacation.

Susan and Garrett began working together to strip the bed, first pulling off the bedspread and blanket, and finally the sheets, leaving only the thick plastic mattress protector. Susan gathered Garrett's wet t-shirt and other dirty clothes from the hamper and went to start a load of laundry. "Go ahead and start packing," she said over her shoulder as she left Garrett's room.

Garrett hadn't really packed a suitcase for more than an overnight trip before, but figured if he just brought his favorite clothes he should be fine. He folded an extra pair of jeans and placed them into the suitcase his mom had set aside for him, followed by a couple of pairs of his favorite shorts, some underwear, socks and t-shirts.

"Did you grab your toothbrush?" Susan asked, walking in behind him. He hadn't yet and after a short conversation, she sent him to the bathroom to brush his teeth and gather his toiletries. While he was gone Susan took the opportunity to pack a separate duffel bag with a week's worth of Garrett's diapers, the wipes and the baby powder. She figured with so many diapers, there wouldn't be room for all of them in his suitcase and it made sense to pack some separately in a carry-on just in case. Susan then put the rest of the diapers in his suitcase and tossed in an extra pair of shoes, his swimsuit and flipflops, some pajamas, and she put another pair of pajamas in the side pocket of his duffel as a backup. Having learned her lesson yesterday, she had no intention of traveling without an extra set of clothing on hand for emergencies.

Garrett walked back into the room carrying his toiletries and paused at the sight of the duffel bag filled with diapers. It hadn't occurred to him that his mom would bring a diaper bag and suddenly he felt self-conscious again. "Do I really have to have a diaper bag?" he asked with dread in his voice.

Susan turned around, "Oh, don't think of it that way honey. I'm just packing a carry-on with some diapers so we don't take up all the room in your suitcase. Plus this way if you have an accident and need to change, we'll have extra diapers with us on the plane." Garrett felt like that was the very definition of a diaper bag, and he didn't like it. Something about his mom having a dedicated bag for his diapers just felt juvenile, but he figured it was pointless arguing. "Here," Susan said holding open his suitcase, "put your toiletries in this one. Maybe you can put some games or a book in your duffel bag for the flight." Garrett did as he was told, packing his Nintendo switch, a couple of comic books, and some earbuds into the duffel. He hoped maybe his mom would download some movies for him to watch on her iPad too.

The day passed quickly with the family scurrying around to finish last minute tasks and finalize the packing. Maci fretted over not having enough shoes or something, which Garrett couldn't understand. Dan was loading up the car as suitcases were brought to him, and Susan was gathering odds and ends like sunscreen, phone chargers, and beach towels. Garrett watched the activity and imagined what a warm Florida beach must be like. Having grown up with the rugged, rocky cliffs of Northern California and the cold harsh currents of the Pacific, he was thrilled to experience a "tropical paradise" for the first time in his life.

Garrett's dad was outside loading the last of the suitcases into the family SUV. "What are we having for dinner?" Garrett asked as he brought his packed suitcase to Dan and watched as it was carefully loaded in with the others.

"Your mom and I thought we could eat out. We can stop for dinner on the drive to the airport, and that way we don't have to worry about dishes or cleanup. How does that sound?" Dan asked, sitting on the bumper to take a break.

"Great!" Garrett exclaimed. He was ready for this vacation to begin.

The family climbed into the packed SUV at 5:00pm, ready to start their trip. A short drive brought them to their favorite Mexican food restaurant. Garrett loved watching the tortillas being made and had a special affinity for the chips and salsa that were brought to the table before the meal.

A waitress with dark brown hair and a friendly smile approached the table. "Hi, I'm Emily and I'll be taking your order tonight. Let's start with drink orders; what would you all like?"

Garrett leaned over and whispered, "Mom, can I order a Sprite?" Susan considered the sugar for a second, but figured they would be traveling all night anyway and it couldn't hurt.

"Sure, that's fine," she said as she looked at her own menu. Garrett ordered his Sprite, Susan and Dan each ordered iced tea, and Maci ordered a lemonade. The waitress soon brought the beverages, chips and salsa, and Garrett dug in greedily. The chips were almost addicting, and the fire-roasted flavor of the salsa made the combination a hit. But the mild heat coupled with the salty chips left Garrett feeling parched, and he found himself accepting the waitress' offer for a refill before the food even arrived.

After enjoying their meal the family chatted for a bit about the upcoming week in Orlando and Dan requested that the waitress bring the check.

"Hey guys, while Dad pays the bill I think it would be smart if everyone uses the bathroom," Susan suggested. It was still almost a 2 hour drive to the San Francisco airport and she was hoping they wouldn't have to make any unnecessary stops. Maci and Garrett rose from their seats, but Susan stopped Garrett before he could leave. "Honey, come with me out to the car." Garrett knew what this was about. He followed his mom out of the restaurant, and watched as she opened the back hatch of the SUV. "I want you to go ahead and put a diaper on now, okay?" she explained, reaching for the duffel bag. Garrett had known this was coming, but hearing her say the words caused him to wince a little. Susan noticed his reticence. "Oh Garrett, it's going to be fine. It's not like we're going to see anyone we know. It's just in case, okay?" she reiterated, trying to ease his fears. He nodded, taking the bag in hand. It felt heavy, even considering it had a week's worth of diapers inside.

Garrett carried the duffel bag as he and Susan walked back into the restaurant and toward the restrooms and he couldn't help but feel some butterflies in his stomach. The idea of being diapered so early in the evening while in a public restaurant was unsettling to say the least. Dan had finished paying the bill and they passed him and Maci waiting at the front of the restaurant. "I'm going to take him to the potty; we'll be right back!" Susan said as she walked by. Garrett caught Maci staring at the duffel bag and he blushed, realizing that she knew exactly what they were going to the bathroom to do. He looked down and walked closely behind his mom, hoping to get this over with as quickly as possible.

He and Susan reached the bathrooms and Garrett was relieved to see they were individual rooms rather than public restrooms with multiple stalls. At least he would have some privacy. They entered and Susan locked the door behind them. The bathroom was warm and well decorated with large framed photographs on the wall, and was dimly lit with a soft warm light. Mexican music played softly from speakers in the ceiling, and Garrett thought it felt fancy. He was grateful that it was cleaner than the last bathroom he'd been diapered in.

"Okay bud," Susan said in a soft voice, "I want to you to try to go potty first, and then I'm going to show you how to put your diaper on so next time you can do it yourself." While Garrett peed in the toilet, Susan unzipped the duffel bag and carefully pulled out a thick white diaper, the cannister of baby powder, and the package of wipes. Once he was finished she began quietly explaining her process, and Garrett watched her as she once again unfolded the diaper and began fluffing it. First folding it lengthwise down the middle, then bending it and twisting it to loosen up the padding inside, she expertly worked her way up and down the diaper and her hands moved with a gentle fluidity as she softly narrated her work.

After spreading the relaxed diaper out on the floor, Susan picked up the baby powder, twisted open the top, and sprinkled an ample amount all over the inside surface. "Baby powder will help you avoid a diaper rash and chafing, and it will help reduce any odors if you have an accident," she said in a soft, soothing voice. Her words washed over him like a gentle wave, and Garrett felt completely at ease. He was mesmerized as he watched his mom carefully manipulate the thick diaper and listened to the soft crinkle of the plastic. The sights, sounds and smells of the fresh diaper and baby powder lingering in the air practically put Garrett to sleep. His vision relaxed as he spaced out, and he felt a tingling sensation at the top of his head, which slowly traveled down his neck and spread across his shoulders like a warm, fuzzy blanket.

The diaper now looked twice as thick as it lay spread out on the ground, but much softer and fluffier than before. "Go ahead and take off your jeans and underwear," Susan instructed. Garrett complied, reasoning that this would hopefully be the last time he had to endure this humiliation in front of his mom. After kicking off his sneakers he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and pulled both the jeans and underwear down in one motion. "This time, I'm going to show you how to get diapered standing up," Susan said, picking up the diaper while being careful not to spill the powder she'd sprinkled. Kneeling down, she fed the diaper between Garrett's legs and had him lean his bottom against the wall, holding the back of the diaper in place. She then pulled the front of the diaper up tight against his body, smoothing the wings out across his hips. With capable hands she expertly taped the top tape on one side, then the other, pulling the tapes tight to ensure the snug fit around his waist would be leakproof. She then started on the bottom tapes, pulling them toward the front panel of his diaper in a slightly upward direction. Garrett could feel the diaper tighten around his leg, forming a leakproof barrier as she taped it snugly below the top tape. She repeated the process on the other side and sat back on her heels to admire her handiwork. "How does that feel?" she asked, smiling.

"It feels tight around my waist," Garrett said, pulling up the waistband a little, then raising one foot and the other in high steps to see if the diaper would adjust around his legs.

"Is it uncomfortable?" Susan asked. "It needs to have a snug seal or it won't do its job. You're going to be sitting down all night, and we can't afford to have pee press out the leg openings." Susan placed her hands on her sons hips and gently turned him around so she could see the diaper from behind, and began inspecting the diaper's fit around his hips and between his legs.

Garrett sighed, "It's fine mom, but I seriously doubt I'll even use it. I probably won't even sleep on the plane if I'm sitting up all night."

"It's just in case," Susan repeated, not wanting to have this conversation again. "You'll be fine, let's get dressed," she said as she playfully smacked his diapered butt.

Garrett eagerly retrieved his underwear and jeans, but Susan stopped him, "Not your underwear. I don't want them getting stretched out over these diapers, and you don't need them anyway. Just put them in your bag, okay?"

"Okay," Garrett said reluctantly as he tossed his white briefs into the duffel bag. He didn't know why, but something about wearing only a diaper under his jeans made it feel even more awkward. He grabbed the waist of the jeans and began slipping his feet into them as Susan put away the other items and zipped up the bag.

"MOM!" Garrett practically shouted with alarm. Susan turned to see what he was doing. "I can't button them! They won't button!" His voice had some panic in it and Susan saw him desperately pulling at the front of his jeans as he tried to stretch them around the thick diaper. They simply weren't big enough.

"Oh honey, I'm sorry. That didn't even occur to me," Susan admitted. Her mind wandered back to the Medical Supply Store they visited yesterday. Garrett had been in such a hurry to leave that they hadn't looked at any other diapers, and he hadn't tried these on under any clothing. She put her hands on his shoulders and looked at his pants to assess the situation. Unzipped and unbuttoned, the jeans pulled up to his hips but left a considerable portion of the diaper visible above the top of the jeans. What's worse, there was no way to zip or button them over the thick padding he was now wearing, and Susan quickly decided it was a fruitless effort.

"Mom, I CAN'T go out in just these again," Garrett pleaded, almost at the point of tears.

"Calm down, I won't make you do that," Susan said gently, hoping to assuage his fear. "Look, I put a spare pair of your pajamas in the bag. I think they'll fit." She unzipped the bag again and removed the lightweight cotton pajamas. They were the red superhero pajamas he'd gotten for Christmas last year: a two-piece set with long sleeves and full-length pant legs. He rarely wore pajamas at night and he could remember wearing them only once, but he recalled them fitting snugly around his body. Susan handed the pajamas to Garrett and as he held them, he remembered how soft the cotton was. In that moment he was grateful for anything he could put on, and hoped they would have enough stretch to provide some coverage. Garrett set the pajamas down and removed his legs from the jeans. While Susan folded and stowed the jeans in the duffel, Garret slipped the pajama pants on and pulled them up. They were as snug around his legs as he remembered, but he was happy to find that the cotton had plenty of stretch and they slid up over his diaper without a fight. He took off his t-shirt and noticed that his diaper still extended well above the waist of the pajama pants. Garrett quickly pulled on the form-fitting pajama top, then turned to look at himself in the mirror. He was grateful to see that the shirt fell low enough to cover the top of his diaper.

"Hey, cool! Those work, right?" Susan said, trying to sound upbeat as she stood up.

Garrett analyzed his reflection. The red pajama bottoms contoured to his body, but they weren’t so tight as to compress the diaper. The result was the shape of his diaper imprinted rather clearly through the lightweight cotton. He turned sideways to look at his profile.

“Mom, it’s really obvious that I’m wearing a diaper,” Garrett said with concern as he looked over his shoulder. With no extra room in the pajamas, his legs looked thin. That only served to accentuate the thickness of the diaper in the front and back. Around his hips it wasn’t too bad, but the diaper’s padding on his bottom was very visible, and his pants did nothing to smooth the lines.

“I really don’t think anyone is going to be paying attention honey,” Susan said with a little too much optimism. “You’re aware of your diapers because you’re focused on them, but most people are in their own little worlds and won’t even be looking at you. And maybe being in some comfy PJs will actually help you get some sleep.” Susan felt guilty sugar-coating the situation. The diapers were in fact very obvious, but she knew they didn’t have any other options right now and she needed Garrett to be okay with what he was wearing. “Put your shoes on Pal, we need to get on the road.”

Garrett walked over and sat on the toilet lid to put on his socks and shoes, and was reminded just how loud these diapers crinkled. After years in pullups, it was difficult to ignore the telltale plastic that loudly broadcast his secret with every step.

As soon as he was finished, Susan opened the door and held it for Garrett. "Go wait with Dad at the front, I'm going to use the potty and will meet you there." Garrett's heart was beating swiftly as he took one last look at the red pajamas that hugged his diaper and legs, and stopped just above his shoes. He felt so silly stepping out into a crowded restaurant, but what choice did he have? Garrett left his mom in the restroom and began to walk past families sitting at tables enjoying dinner, waitresses serving food and drinks, and bussers clearing tables for incoming guests. With every step, Garrett’s diaper made an audible announcement to all of them that he was passing by and he imagined dozens of eyes fixed on him. With his head down, he walked as quickly as he could and eventually made it to the front.

Dan and Maci were both sitting on the bench in front of the hostess stand, and stood up when they saw Garrett coming. He shyly watched them to see if they would react to what he was wearing, and noticed Maci’s eyes focused on his diaper for a few seconds before breaking her gaze. Garrett felt like that was confirmation that his mom was downplaying how obvious his diaper was, and he felt his face flush with embarrassment. "All set?" Dan asked him awkwardly to break the silence. Garrett nodded, only feeling even more embarrassed.

A few minutes later Susan emerged. “Okay, we’re ready to go!” she said, Garrett thought a little too cheerfully.

As the family walked to the car, Maci lagged a little to hang back with Garrett. “Hey buddy, are you really going to dress like that on the flight?” she asked, concerned.

“My jeans won’t fit,” Garrett said quietly. “Mom says nobody will be looking, but I feel like my diaper is really obvious.”

“Well, yeah it is,” Maci said. Then realizing maybe honesty wasn’t necessarily helping in this situation she added, “but maybe mom’s right. I mean, it’s not like people just walk around looking at your crotch, right? And besides, they’re all strangers you’ll never see again.” She hoped she didn’t make Garrett any more self-conscious than he was already feeling. When they neared the SUV, Maci paused as she watched Garrett walk to his side of the vehicle and climb in. He looked like an overgrown little boy in his pajamas, his shoes, and his very obvious diaper bulge. But in a way, he looked really cute. She smiled and walked around to the opposite side to climb into the back seat next to her brother.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: May 6, 2023 at 3:11 AM
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Pampers4Ever said:

@bedwetterdavid - hope your doing well. I've really enjoyed reading your story and can't wait for the next chapter. I've even downloaded it into a text reader and have listened to it a couple of times. Your writing style is spot on and I love the context of the story as it kind of hits close to home. I myself had have been to Florida in diapers for vacation. Had a great time with mom keeping me in diapers in entire time. Thanks taking the time to come up with a great story. Definitely a fan!

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Wow, that’s awesome that so many of us have a similar shared experience! What age were you when you took that trip?

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: May 6, 2023 at 4:37 PM
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Bertie63 said:

This story has to be good! Why you ask? Because this is the 3rd time I've read it.

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I think he wrote that after the first chapter, which I admit wasn’t as good as the others.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: May 15, 2023 at 10:59 PM
Content: Chapter 8

Dan and Susan were worried. They had left themselves ample time to drive to the airport, which typically took 2 hours at most. Now, inching along in traffic, the possibility that they might miss their flight was beginning to be real.

"This is crazy, it's been like this for miles," Dan said, aggravated as he steered slightly into the median to try to see past the row of cars in the lane in front of them. It didn't help, and all he could see were vehicles stacked up into the distance. They were moving, but painfully slow. Sometimes the speed would pick up to as much as 30 mph before eventually slowing to a crawl again.

"We're going to be okay hun," Susan tried to reassure him. "We may not be there two hours early, but my phone still says our expected arrival is 9:15 PM. That should give us 45 minutes to get to the gate and board."

"That's not the way it works Susan," Dan responded with frustration in his voice. "They board 20 minutes early. If we don't get to the gate by 9:45 PM we may not be allowed on the plane. They'll give our seats to standby passengers." He stepped on the gas as the vehicles in front of him pulled away, only to have to step on the brake again a little too hard as the traffic compressed once again like an accordion.

Maci sat in the back seat next to her sleeping brother, trying to tune out her parents’ anxiety with her earbuds and a playlist of her favorite music. She knew the traffic was creating stress and was trying not to contribute to it, but her bladder had been slowly sending signals that the lemonade from dinner was going to be an issue before they got to the airport. She sighed, wishing she could just sleep through every car trip like Garrett and wake up when they arrived at their destination. Glancing at him sleeping peacefully, she shook her head with a little envy and removed an earbud.

“Hey Dad,” she said, leaning forward between the seats, “I’m really sorry but I’m probably going to have to pee soon.” Dan was silent. He was visibly frustrated at the traffic and making a bathroom stop would put them farther behind.

Susan spoke up, “She’s right Dan, we still have at least two hours to go with this traffic and I’m probably not going to be able to hold it that long either. Can we stop at the next gas station?

Dan sighed, recognizing that a stop would be inevitable. “Okay, I’ll pull off at the next exit. There’s a gas station just off the freeway,” he responded reluctantly. “Let’s try to make it as fast as possible.” After a couple more miles of navigating painfully slow traffic, Dan merged the vehicle onto the offramp and pulled into a small gas station.

“We should probably have Garrett try to go too,” Susan said, looked at the sleeping boy in the back seat as Dan parked and turned off the vehicle. As the two women were unbuckling themselves Susan paused, turning to wake Garrett. “Garrett, honey?” she said with no response. “Garrett? We’re going to use the bathroom,” She said a little louder. Garrett groaned a little but didn’t wake up. He was leaning against the window of the car and turned his body further into the door and away from the noise that was threatening his slumber. Maci reached over and put her hand on his knee, shaking him a little, but was only met with an incoherent mumble.

“He’s out,” Dan said flatly. “Just leave him; we need to get moving.” Susan considered whether they should try harder to wake him up, but reasoned that he was wearing a diaper and it was probably already wet anyway. She really didn’t want to have to take the extra time for a diaper change right now, so she decided to let Garrett sleep.

“Okay, we’ll be quick,” Susan said to Dan as she and Maci shut their car doors and hurried into the gas station convenience store. She was grateful that the restroom was clean and available, and 5 minutes later the two ladies returned to the vehicle.

Dan guided the SUV back onto the freeway, merging into traffic at a snail’s pace. “Susan, check your phone and see if the flight’s still on time," he said with anxiety in his voice.

"Still on time," Susan reported, staring at the device. She noticed her maps app was now reporting they would arrive at 9:25 PM, but kept that to herself. She knew there was nothing they could do about it and just hoped the traffic would clear up soon.

After what seemed like an eternity working their way through San Francisco, the traffic began to flow a bit more smoothly. Dan eventually pulled into a large parking garage a few miles from the airport that said, “SFO Long Term Parking”, and the family gratefully climbed out of the vehicle.

Susan opened Garrett’s car door. “Hey sleepy head, we’re here!” she announced loudly as she shook Garrett to wake him. He was groggy, but with all the commotion of the vehicle being unloaded he woke up and began to gather his bearings. Suddenly he felt his mom’s hand between his legs, grabbing the front of his diaper. “Oh good, you stayed dry!”

“Mom!” Garrett said with surprise as she finished her diaper check. He wanted to complain further about the indignity, but could tell she wasn’t interested.

“Oh stop, you’re fine, “Susan said, dismissing his protest. “Come grab your suitcase; we’re really late.” She hoped to communicate a sense of urgency to the boy.

Garrett climbed out of his seat, walked around to the back of the car, and was greeted by the cold, foggy night air. The last thing he could remember was getting into the vehicle after dinner, and he realized he must have slept through the entire drive. He was glad to feel that his diaper was dry but now that he was awake, he desperately needed to pee.

“Okay, let’s get to the train!” Dan said as he closed the rear hatch of the SUV. Garrett watched as his family grabbed their luggage and rushed off toward the parking garage elevators. The cold night made him shiver and, in that moment, he was grateful for the pajamas, though he was still painfully aware of how his diaper was on display for anyone to see. But his bladder was the biggest problem right now and there were no bathrooms in sight. He grasped the handle of his suitcase and followed his family which was now well ahead of him.

“Let’s go Garrett,” Dan said about 50 feet ahead as he held the elevator door open for the boy. Garrett walked quickly to catch up and boarded the elevator. As they began a rapid ascent to the 5th floor, the swift movement caused sudden pressure in his bladder.

“Mom, I have to pee,” he said looking up at Susan.

“Oh honey, you’ll have to wait until we’re in the airport. We stopped earlier and tried to wake you, but you were out cold.”

Garrett was dismayed at her answer. Not only had she confined him to these diapers, but they all had used the bathroom while leaving him to sleep. It seemed unfair.

The elevator came to a stop at the 5th floor, and the doors opened. Garrett struggled to keep up as his family walked quickly toward a boarding platform next to a track. Every step seemed to jostle his sensitive bladder and create an all-too-familiar desperation that he had to fight to ignore.

Once they finally came to a stop at the boarding platform, Garrett caught his breath and tried to keep his composure. Other travelers stood around waiting for the monorail to arrive that would carry them to the terminals, and he looked around self-consciously to see if anyone had noticed his attire.

“Tie your shoe honey,” Garrett heard his mom say. He looked up at her, then looked down at Maci’s shoes.

“She’s talking to you, dude,” Maci said with a chuckle, pointing at Garrett’s shoelace that had been dragging on the ground. Garrett frowned, wondering why he hadn’t noticed that previously. He bent down to tie the shoelace, but the motion added extra pressure on his already aching bladder. He paused, grabbing the front of his diaper and squeezing his muscles to hold back the urine that was begging to be released.

Maci watched her brother as he squatted to tie the laces. Bending down over his shoe had caused the back of his pants to slide down over the thick diaper, exposing about five inches of the white plastic in back. His shirt was riding up high enough that it had risen clear of the high elastic waistband of the diaper, and it caught on the ruffled plastic as he stood back up.

“Hey bud, let’s fix your diaper,” Maci said quietly, stepping over to her brother to pull his shirt down a bit and help him hoist up his pants. Garrett realized his diaper had been showing and was grateful, but they both realized the pants were simply not high enough to reach over the top of the diaper. Maci pulled them as high as they could go, causing them to stretch snugly around the bottom of the diaper, but there was still at least two inches of plastic that extended above the waist of the pants. Not wanting to make Garrett more self-conscious than he already was about a situation he couldn’t fix, she simply smiled and said, “all set” as she patted his butt. Maci felt a bit sorry for him, knowing that the slightest movement or bending motion would reveal the top of his diaper to anyone looking at him. Although she figured his diaper was pretty obvious under his pajama pants anyway, so it didn’t make much of a difference if they saw the top of it or not.

A monorail arrived which promised to take them to their terminal, and once they boarded they were whisked away by the driverless train. Typically Garrett would have been fascinated by a train ride, but right now all he could think about was the growing pressure in his bladder. He hadn’t seen a bathroom yet and was hoping he’d be able to find one as soon as they were inside.

Sitting in his seat, Garrett noticed another boy with his family. The boy appeared to be about six years old and like Garrett, he was also wearing pajamas and tennis shoes. The two briefly made eye contact before Garrett glanced away.

“Look honey,” he overheard the younger boy’s mom say quietly, “he’s wearing his jammies too. See? It’s not that bad.” Garrett stared at the ground, not wanting to look up. The train made a stop and the other family got off. The doors closed and they continued on.

“Next one is ours, Gang,” Dan announced as the train approached Terminal 3. “Grab your stuff and get ready to move; we need to hurry!” By now the train was more crowded as passengers had been boarding, and people were standing all around Garrett. When the train came to a stop and the doors opened, Garrett stood up and made his way through the standing passengers toward the door. Once they were all disembarked, the four of them began speed-walking through the terminal. The rapid pace made Garrett forget about his need to pee at the moment as he struggled to keep up with the older three.

Dan rushed ahead to a kiosk, checked them in, and printed boarding passes and baggage check tags. At the bag check counter, an airline worker checked their ID’s as he tossed the bags onto a conveyor belt. “Any idea how long the security line is?” Dan asked as the man grabbed the last of the luggage.

“No more than 15 or 20 minutes right now,” the worker responded, tossing suitcases onto the large conveyor belt.

Dan cursed under his breath. “Susan, it’s going to be tight! Come on, let’s get to security.” And with that, they were speed walking again through throngs of strangers. Garrett felt out of place as he passed businessmen wearing suits, women in jeans and sweaters, and other kids who were dressed in normal daytime clothes. He felt humiliated to be in public in his pajamas and an obvious nighttime diaper as he jogged along behind his family. But as bad as that was, his other predicament with his full bladder was becoming a desperate matter.

Garrett scanned for a restroom and saw one up ahead. Maybe he could just ask to use it quickly. Just as these thoughts were forming in his mind, his family took a hard left turn and began weaving through a maze of barriers that formed the airport security line. Garrett paused, glancing back at the restroom up ahead, and turned back to see if they would wait for him, only to realize he was separated from the group. A momentary panic set in as he visually scanned the crowd for his family. A few seconds later he finally spotted them not far ahead of him, still quickly working their way through the maze of stanchions and nylon belts.

“Garrett! Let’s go!” Dan shouted over several people that had filed in behind them. Not wanting to get lost in such a crowded public space, Garrett gave up on the bathroom and began walking through the line to catch up. After some “excuse me’s” and “pardon me’s”, he was able to squeeze past a few other families and finally able to rejoin his own.

“Mom,” he said, grabbing Susan’s arm to get her attention, “I REALLY have to pee!” Garrett was now squirming to avoid wetting his still-dry diaper, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last.

“Garrett, you’re going to have to hold it until we get through security. We can’t leave the line or we’ll miss our flight. I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to wait. Is your diaper still dry?” She asked the last question a bit too loudly, and Garrett blushed hard.

“Yes,” he said indignantly, a little offended that she would even ask. He glanced around, and then looked behind him. A woman standing just a few feet away caught his gaze and smiled sympathetically. He blushed and faced forward again, suddenly even more self-conscious about his diaper. Realizing others could likely hear the conversation, Garrett dropped the issue and resigned himself to fighting his bladder in silence.

Standing in the slow-moving line was torture, and the waves of urgency were coming more and more frequently. Garrett’s potty dance was becoming obvious to his family and to those in his proximity, but he didn’t have the luxury of caring. It was all he could do to try to make it to the bathroom and prove that he didn’t need to wear diapers. At the first security screening, a TSA agent sitting behind a small booth asked to see Susan’s ID and boarding pass, followed by Garrett’s. Garrett handed the documents to the agent with his left hand while his right one was firmly planted between crossed legs. He hunched over slightly and bounced, holding his diaper in a desperate attempt to prevent his bladder from emptying. Maci was just behind him, waiting her turn. It was obvious to her that Garrett was on the verge of wetting himself, but what could she do? She watched as he bounced up and down with crossed legs, waiting for the TSA agent to hand back the documents. Garrett’s shirt had ridden up again, revealing a copious amount of the thick plastic-backed diaper for all to see, and with every bounce Maci could hear it crinkling as he desperately squeezed his legs together. He finally got his ID and boarding pass back and hobbled forward, still doing his potty dance while his other family members were verified.

A few minutes later, the line had finally moved enough where Garrett’s family was ready to go through the security scanners. Susan led the way, removing her shoes and jacket and placing them in a bin. Garrett followed, kicking off his shoes with an overwhelming sense of urgency and tossing his duffel bag on the conveyor as he watched someone about five people ahead of his mom get scanned. Each person stepped into the scanner, spread their legs shoulder width apart, raised their hands over their head, and waited while the scanner rotated back and forth around their body. They then stepped out on the other side where a TSA agent watched the monitor for any signs that additional screening was required, after which he gave the “all clear” for them to proceed. It only took maybe 30 seconds per person, but with Garrett’s bladder contracting with such an overwhelming intensity it felt to him like an eternity.

Susan was up next. She turned back to the pathetic looking boy who now had both hands buried between his crossed legs. “Hang on buddy, almost there,” she said, hoping to reassure him that the end was in sight. Susan stepped into the machine and raised her arms.

Garrett felt his bladder contract with an incredible amount of force. It reminded him of the previous day at the gas station, and he didn’t know if he could hold on. He squeezed his diaper with both hands.

The scanner rotated around Susan’s body, and the TSA agent asked her to step forward. She waited, and a few seconds later the monitor turned green, signaling she was clear. The agent waived Garrett into the scanner. Garrett was bouncing up and down, fighting with all his might to hold back the pressure in his aching bladder.

“Please step into the scanner and place your feet on the yellow footprints,” the TSA agent said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Face straight ahead, hold still, and raise your hands over your head.” Garrett was unsure if he could comply, but with the possibility of a bathroom literally seconds away, he had to try. He spread his legs, stepping on the yellow footprints, and raised his hands above his head. Immediately he felt a hot stream of pee burst out of his bladder and rush into his diaper. He instinctively grabbed the front of the diaper, crouching over to stop the flow. The scanner rotated in front of his body.

“Hey, you have to hold still,” the TSA Agent said, sounding slightly annoyed. Maci watched the scene unfolding in front of her. Garrett’s predicament was attracting some attention and she could hear some muffled voices in back of her as people waiting their turn began to take notice.

“Why doesn’t he just use his diaper?” Maci heard one person say in a hushed tone. She watched as Garrett straightened up again, reset his feet in the yellow footprints, and reluctantly held his hands above his head. She could still see the white elastic waistband of the diaper in back as his shirt had caught on it again and with Garrett standing up straight, his diaper was on display for all to see. The thin cotton pajamas were so form-fitting that they hugged every curve of the diaper and its accentuated bulges in front and back.

Garrett did as he was told this time, keeping his feet spread shoulder-width apart in the yellow footprints. He held his hands up over his head, faced straight forward, and didn’t move. In that moment, the battle was lost. His muscles were too tired to hold back the deluge as his bladder contracted one last time and the dam broke loose. Garrett watched the scanner pass in front of him as the front of his diaper filled with hot urine. The relief was overwhelming. The scanner reversed direction, and he could feel the diaper swelling as it thirstily absorbed all the pee.

“Sir? Sir?” Garrett realized the TSA Agent was addressing him. “You can step out now.” Pee was still streaming into his diaper and he could feel it pooling between his legs. The front of his diaper seemed to have expanded as it absorbed the liquid, and now he could feel warmth creeping up the back of his diaper too. Unsure if it would leak, Garrett gingerly stepped out of the TSA scanner and walked over toward the agent. He looked at the monitor and saw a stick figure image. The image was mostly green, with a rectangle around the pelvic region of the figure, clearly indicating it had detected something. “Sir, do you have any metal on your body?” the TSA agent asked as he waived a handheld metal detector around Garrett’s diaper region.

Susan stepped over to the two. “Everything okay?”

“The scanner flagged him, so we just need to do a little extra screening,” the agent told her. Garrett blushed. He realized it had triggered on his diaper, and hoped they would just let him move on. The stream of pee was finally tapering off, and the relief he was feeling was so overwhelming that he just wanted to close his eyes for a minute. He decided to let his mom talk to the man and just stood by quietly.

“Well, he’s wearing a diaper. Could that be the reason?” Susan asked, also hoping they wouldn’t be delayed any longer.

“Only if it’s wet. A dry diaper wouldn’t get flagged, but we have to inspect any liquids and a wet diaper would definitely trigger the machine.” He looked down at Garrett’s pants, and the bulge in front. Garrett’s pee had finally stopped flooding into his diaper, and his body involuntarily shivered. Susan noticed.

“Honey, are you wet?” she asked, realizing it was likely. Garrett just looked at his feet, too embarrassed to answer.

“Ma’am, why don’t we step into this private screening room,” the Agent suggested. “That way we can check him out quickly and get you on your way, okay?”

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: May 17, 2023 at 3:46 PM
Content: I love the analysis that you all are contributing here! I agree that There has definitely been some lack of responsibility due to immaturity on Garrett’s side, and some due to apathy on the part of his mom. Although in her mind she assumed that after sleeping for over an hour, his diaper was already wet and she had every intention of changing him at the airport before security. Had Dan not rushed her, she could have checked his diaper, but instead made an assumption. She didn’t anticipate him still being dry, and because he was they took the risk and tried to get through the line.

She also could have monitored his fluids at the restaurant, but she has taken the “we’re on vacation” mindset and decided not to worry about it. Especially since Garrett is diapered. Of course, she had no idea they would be so constrained on time. As you all can guess, I live in this area and I’ve missed a flight due to traffic just like that.

I think by the end of the next chapter I’ll have finally gotten them to Florida and we can start this vacation haha

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Timestamp: May 19, 2023 at 4:33 PM
Content: @maximilian love the commentary! Thanks so much, I’m glad you’re enjoying it!

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: May 20, 2023 at 2:13 AM
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parktochter said:

expecting him to use his diaper is okay, but making him wear clothes that shows his diaper is kind of careless

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I totally agree, and I don’t think they would’ve done that on purpose. Susan tossed an extra pair of pajamas into the bag for emergencies, not thinking about the fact that they might be a little too obvious. But it’s fortunate actually because head she put an extra pair of jeans in, Garrett might not have had anything to wear. At least the jeans stretch.

Really the oversight was from the day previous when she didn’t bother to have him try his pants on over the diapers, and they didn’t take Amber up on the offer to look at more discrete options for the daytime. But having Garrett diapered during the daytime is new to everybody, so they are kind of learning as they go.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: May 22, 2023 at 7:48 AM
Content: What do you all think of this? Audiobook version, narrated by Siri:

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLx8u ... qabBFGC9_4


Siri isn’t perfect, but there’s something about closing your eyes and being read to that allows the imagination to have free reign.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: May 27, 2023 at 9:07 PM
Content:

maximilian said:

Hi @bedwetterdavid,

I just finally finished listening to your audio book. I never tried to let Siri read to me, but she did a great job. Sometimes the pauses between words are a little bit off. Sometime no pause, where there should have been one and sometimes a pause where there shouldn't have been any. Strange, I wonder why she does that?

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For sure! It’s weird, right? And she doesn’t understand things like “uh huh”. I tested out Microsoft 365 which will read a Word document to you. It seemed a little better at pacing, but less human sounding. Very little inflection and emotion. I’m interested in trying some of the new AI voice replicas to see if maybe we can have Jennifer Garner or Margo Robbie read it to us haha!

As far as Maci goes, yeah, she sees no reason to sugarcoat the issue. If anything, she sees value in normalizing the diapers rather than trying to dance around the issue. To her, it’s better that Garrett can feel safe around his family and not feel like he needs to be embarrassed about the diapers, so she won’t have a problem calling them what they are. Her reinforcement that diapers are ok and nothing to be ashamed of will help Garrett be more comfortable in them as the story progresses.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: May 28, 2023 at 4:47 PM
Content:

Tommy10 said:



One thing: when the family was in the TSA scanner line and Garrett was being scanned, there was a comment from onlookers that Maci heard regarding Garrett should "just use his diaper." Speaking as a kid brother who had two sisters 10 and 12 years older than me, they would've definitely defended me in that situation Granted, Maci is only 4 hears older, but she seems like she has the same defensive nature, yet doesn't know how to let it out?

Is Maci starting to figure out how to stick up for her kid brother, perhaps?

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I think it’s partly that she didn’t know who made the comment, but she also doesn’t necessarily disagree. They weren’t mocking him, they were generally perplexed. Garrett is still in this mode of thinking that it’s somehow wrong, or inappropriate to use his diaper. Even after his mom told him at the outlets that it was OK to use it on the drive home, he still wasn’t sure if he should and he still thought maybe she expected him to try to hold it. Since Macy doesn’t think diapers are a big deal and thinks it’s important that she helps her brother be OK with the situation, she’s actually more inclined to encourage him to use his diapers for their intended purpose. In reality, he brought more attention to himself by trying not to use them, than if he had just wet himself in the car or in the parking garage. If Susan had checked him, and he had been wet, it would’ve been really easy to just take it off quickly in the bathroom and put another diaper on after security.

Maci certainly won’t put up with anybody ridiculing Garrett, but he’s going to have to learn that when he’s wearing a diaper, sometimes it’s best to just use it.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Jun 11, 2023 at 3:38 AM
Content:

NewKidOnTheBlock said:

Wow, this is excellently written. The only thing I'd change is, in your own words

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Yeah, I’m sorry. I think part of the reason it’s well written is because I’m writing what I actually enjoy.

NewKidOnTheBlock said:

Do you mind if I ask what text to speech software you use for the audiobook?

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So I’m actually just using the iPhone built-in Siri accessibility option. You can tell your phone to read whatever you highlight. There are I think five different voice options for Siri and this is number two.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Jun 11, 2023 at 3:38 AM
Content:

Bryle said:

When will chapter 9 be out?

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I took a long break, but I am about 3000 words into it, so I’m hoping to publish it this week.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Jun 22, 2023 at 11:44 PM
Content:

sport1 said:

I last wet in childhood at 13yrs old and thought I had escaped diapers but later several yrs later had to discuss my bed wetting with my wife so here we go again.

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Same exact thing happened to me. Stopped at 13, Although I wet a number of times in boot camp when I was 17. Then it started again in my 20s

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Jun 23, 2023 at 12:02 AM
Content:

Tommy10 said:

Oh, you Hollywood Marines.... Tell me one of those episodes was when you reached the top of The Reaper

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Not to me, but this is 100% true story: a buddy of mine in Boot Camp named Cruz was my bunk mate. He was on the top rack and I was on the bottom. I remember on more than one occasion he completely peed his pants while we were practicing drill out on the grinder. Like he would get desperate, and I don’t remember if he asked to pee and they said no or if he just wet himself. I came close, but I learned that they would say no usually the first time, so I would always ask early. That way when I asked again 30 minutes later, they would let me go.

Because he was my bunk mate, we would have to work together to fold our sheets on laundry day, and he saw my stained sheets from my bedwetting. I remember he asked me about it and I told him what happened. Then he started to really give me a hard time about wetting my bed telling me how disgusting it was an asking me why I did it. I got pissed at him and told him it was an accident and that it happened while I was asleep so I couldn’t help it. I didn’t understand why he was giving me such a hard time, but in retrospect, i kind of wonder if he had a wetting and humiliation fetish. It makes sense, especially since he was peeing himself in public.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Jul 1, 2023 at 6:02 PM
Content:

Bryle said:

Are you getting close on chapter 9?

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I have most of it written and need to do some editing (spoiler, they finally arrive in Florida…haha). to be honest, I’ve had an overwhelming amount of stuff happening that has sapped my energy. It’s going to be a while. Good news is I have an event coming up that will keep me out of work for a while, and should have plenty of time to write later this year.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Jul 9, 2023 at 5:15 PM
Content:

JTR said:

Are you planning to release Chapter 9 as soon as it is finished? Or do we have to wait until chapter 16 is complete before you release it? I am loving the story so far!

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Thanks bro. Yeah I'll post it when it's done. Unfortunately it just hasn't been a priority recently. I appreciate all the encouragement though. Makes me happy to know that people enjoy what's been written so far. Hope it's okay that I'm not in a hurry.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Jul 12, 2023 at 4:39 PM
Content:

12srepaid said:

Great Story! I really like these "realistic" fiction stories especially with boys ages 10-13 y/o, that has to wear diapers, or be put in diapers. My favorite story is "Matthew's Troubles" by Timmy. Although different from this story, it has a somewhat similar flow. Matthew gets a medical condition, which makes him have to wear diapers again, even at school.

I felt bad for Garrett because his "needs" was somewhat neglected when it came to looking for better diapers, but his mom took her time to try on different bathing suits, but couldn't find time to buy pants for Garrett. Also not waking him up for a restroom break/diaper change before heading to the airport. I know none of it was intentional, but still.

Question: Does Garrett ever have poopy accidents?
I can't wait until the next chapter. Thank You.

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Thanks, can you DM me a link to Matthew’s Troubles? I can find it and would like to read it.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Jul 18, 2023 at 7:34 AM
Content:

sarahpenguin said:

Take care of yourself first! I found this on youtube and enjoyed it! the re . nRelease part 9 when you are are OK. Transforms the author into a diaperbag so he can't stress aymore.

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Lol, I don’t want to be a dirtbag! Actually I’m on vacation this week and made good progress on Chapter 9. It may be one of the favorite chapters so far. Honestly, my goal is to just get them to Florida, because the bulk of the story that I have planned happens once they arrive, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make the most of this flight.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Jul 22, 2023 at 7:36 PM
Content: Chapter 9

Maci and Dan had already successfully made it through the checkpoint, and while Maci waited for her purse and shoes to pop out of the x-ray machine, Dan joined the conversation with the TSA Agent.

“What’s going on?” Dan asked Susan, wanting to avoid a further delay.

“Garrett has a wet diaper, and it triggered the machine. I guess they need to check it out,” Susan said, trying to control her impatience.

“We’ll be quick sir,” the TSA agent interjected. Then, turning to Susan, “Ma’am, would you and Garrett follow me please?”

The private screening room was a small, stark rectangular room with a frosted glass privacy door. The sanitized setting made Garrett nervous, having no idea what to expect. Once the door was closed, the TSA agent removed some disposable latex gloves from a box, slid them onto his hands, and picked up a small paper test strip. “Now, all I’m going to do is use these paper test strips to check your clothing.” He quickly and expertly swiped the strip on Garrett’s pajamas, starting with his sleeves at the cuffs, then around his neck, then moving down to his waist, and again on the legs at his ankles. He checked the strip for any indication of contaminants, then set it aside. Turning to Susan, he said, “I’m going to need to have him remove his pants too. Then we’ll have you two on your way.”

Garrett looked up at his mom, and she smiled and nodded at him, “Go ahead, honey.” Reluctantly, Garrett looked back at the agent who was now squatting in front of him, then sighed and slid his pajama pants down over the bulk of his wet diaper. It was swollen, and the yellow hue of his accident had discolored the lower portion of the diaper. The TSA agent took another test strip and slid it across the waistband of the diaper just under Garrett’s belly button. The elastic waistband crinkled, and Garrett gasped a little as it tickled his stomach.

“Sorry about that. Now turn around,” the agent instructed. Garrett turned and faced the wall, putting the wetness in the back of his diaper on display for the two adults to see. Like the front, a yellow wet area had spread from between his legs up the back of his diaper, ending in a semi-circle low on his butt. Susan took note of how much he had peed, but was also pleasantly surprised that the diaper was by no means full. The TSA agent again swiped a strip across the waistband around Garrett’s lower back, inspected it, and set it aside.

“Now turn back around and spread your legs for me a bit,” he instructed. Garrett turned to face the agent and spread his legs apart, feeling very vulnerable and aware of the diaper that was now the focus of everyone’s attention. The TSA agent gently swiped the test strip along the bottom of his diaper around the right leg opening, then around the left. Garrett closed his eyes to try to shut out the humiliation of the event, but could feel his diaper being pressed this way and that. The crinkle of the plastic was the only noise in the small sterile room.

“All finished,” the agent announced as he stood up and pulled off the latex gloves, tossing them into a garbage can. “My apologies to you both; I hope you enjoy your trip.” Susan smiled politely, just hoping they could still make it to the gate in time to catch the flight.

Garrett quickly pulled his pants back up over his diaper and followed his mom out of the screening room and back to Dan and Maci, who had been waiting patiently on a bench. The whole ordeal had taken less than 5 minutes, but they didn’t have 5 minutes to spare.

Dan stood up when he saw them, “Oh thank God! Okay, everyone grab your stuff, let’s go.” After slipping on his shoes, Garrett and Susan picked up their carry-on baggage and the four began walking quickly through the terminal to get to their gate. They stepped onto an escalator that would carry them to a higher level, and Dan stepped on just behind Susan. “Did you have a chance to change him?” he asked Susan in a lowered voice.

“No, they just checked his diaper and we left. You think I should try to change him before we board?” she asked.

“I don’t think we have time,” Dan said, looking at his phone which now showed a current time of 9:40pm.

“His diaper’s fine,” Susan reported. “It’s wet but it’s not going to leak, and he can always change on the plane once we’re airborne.”

Dan didn’t respond, but was satisfied. The escalator deposited the four hurried travelers onto an upper level of the terminal where signs directed waves of people to their respective gates. Garrett struggled to keep up as his family briskly moved through the crowd. He trotted along behind, trying to keep Maci in sight so as not to be left behind, but his recently wet diaper felt thick between his legs making it difficult for him to walk normally. They finally arrived at their gate after the last of the other passengers had boarded and were greeted by a couple of uniformed flight attendants at the boarding area.

An overweight male flight attendant who had been scanning boarding passes saw them coming and smiled. “Just in time folks, we almost closed the door!” he announced, and ushered them onto the jet bridge. Dan and Susan hurried ahead, followed by Maci and Garrett. After hurrying down the bridge they were greeted by a couple of flight attendants who welcomed them with a smile.

Garrett was out of breath, and grateful that the rush had ended. He followed Maci and watched with curiosity as his parents and sister stepped onto the plane. In other circumstances this would have been an exciting adventure for him, but at the moment all he could think about was whether the flight attendants and other passengers would notice his diaper. He followed his sister down the narrow aisle between the rows of three seats on each side, holding his duffel bag in front of him to hide his diaper from view. He was very conscious of the attention they were drawing by being the last people to board and felt like all eyes were on them as they worked their way toward the rear of the plane.

“Oh, sir?” Garrett heard the flight attendant call out from behind him. He turned to see her looking at him. “Sir, there’s no room for that duffel bag back there. Bring it to me and I’ll try to fit it in the overhead bin up here.” She was young and tall, with beautiful blonde hair that fell gently over her shoulders. Her uniform was immaculate and fit her perfectly, her form fitted blouse and skirt complimenting her figure as if it had been tailored for her. Garrett walked back toward the front of the plane, now painfully aware of how juvenile he must look to this beautiful young woman in his pajamas and shoes, wearing a diaper. As he approached her, it occurred to him that with his family now at their seats, the rear of his diaper was also now on display for everyone in an aisle seat behind him and felt a pang of embarrassment. He tried to block out those thoughts and just focus on the beautiful flight attended as he waddled down the aisle.

She smiled at him and bent over a little, gently taking his bag. “I’ll take that for you, Sweetie,” she said in a thick southern accent. “I’m not sure you can reach.” He forgot about his anxieties as his attention focused solely on her, as if drawn into her gravity. Her face had a glow about it, and Garrett just wanted to stare into it and forget about everything else at the moment. She turned to stow his bag, and he snapped out of his trance.

“Oh wait, my Switch is in there!” he said, and she paused while he unzipped an outside pocket and removed the video game system and earbuds.

“Well, we wouldn’t want you to forget that now would we?” She winked at him and smiled, and Garrett felt butterflies in his stomach and a surge of excitement as he stared into her beautiful eyes. The flight attendant then stuffed the bag into the cramped, already full overhead bin while Garrett watched. Something about being in her proximity caused a thrill in him that was almost intoxicating. In that moment he was mesmerized as he stared at the young woman standing above him. He leaned ever so slightly closer to her, wishing he could stay near her longer.

“All set honey. Why don’t you head back and buckle up,” she said, smiling at him and pointing to the rear of the plane. Garrett turned and realized he was the only one in the aisle, and in the sea of heads he had no idea where his family was. For the second time that day, a feeling of panic set in and he felt lost. He turned to look at the woman next to him and she read the fear in his eyes. “I saw where they sat,” she said with a smile. “Here, let me walk you back there. Follow me.” Garrett was grateful for her kindness.

As they walked between the rows of passengers, his attention was drawn again to the thickness of the wet diaper he was wearing. He felt as if everyone that was seated could hear it as he passed, since their ears were closer to his diaper than his were. He was eager to get in his seat and off this narrow stage in which he was the center of attention.

The flight attendant stopped at a row on the left about five rows from the back, and Garrett saw his mom next to the window, his dad in the middle seat, but there was another woman sitting next to Dan in the aisle seat.

“You’re back there with Maci,” Susan said to Garrett, pointing behind her. Garrett noticed his sister next to the window behind his mom, and an older man sitting in the aisle seat. The man stood up and Garrett squeezed past him, sitting in the middle.

“Let’s get you buckled, honey,” the flight attendant said as she leaned over him. She first wrapped one side around his hips and rested it on his lap, then reached over him, feeling for the other side of the belt.

In leaning over him, her hair fell in Garrett’s face and he was entranced by how amazing she smelled. Her close proximity was heaven for the boy, and he closed his eyes as his head swam with a rush he’d never experienced before.

“Lift your bum for me honey,” she said sweetly, realizing Garrett was sitting on the seatbelt. His diaper crinkled as he lifted his weight off the seat, and he felt her hand pressing up against the wet portion of the diaper as she reached around under him to find the buckle. Garrett winced as he realized that he couldn't hide the fact that he was not only wearing a diaper, but it was also wet. After what felt like an eternity, she eventually fished the buckle out from under him and he settled down again with another crinkly *squish* into the seat. The flight attendant joined the two sides together on his lap and fastened them, pulling the belt tight around his waist.

“Thanks,” he said sheepishly, and she smiled at him.

“You’ll be fine,” she said, winking at him again. “My name is Megan. If you need anything, you just ask me, okay?” She smiled. Then, looking over at Maci and back at Garrett, “or if you need anything from your bag, you just ask.”

Garrett smiled back at her, savoring the fleeting moment and wished she wouldn’t leave. Something about the way she talked to him made him feel attracted to her in a way that he’d never felt before. As if she was the most wonderful, most caring person in the world.

Maci was staring at Garrett as he was getting situated, amused by his obvious crush on the stewardess. When Megan left, Maci’s eyes glanced down at Garrett’s diaper. “Hey, so what happened back there in the security checkpoint?”

“Nothing, really. He just wiped these little papers on me. He said he was checking for residue or something. But he made me pull my pants down. It was embarrassing.”

“Oh, weird. So did mom change you?” Maci was noticing how his diaper looked thicker than it did in the security line, but wasn’t sure if the seatbelt that was so tight against his stomach was just accentuating the bulge.

“No, we just left the room and came straight here. Do you think they’ll let me change in the bathroom?” Garrett asked, glancing toward the front of the plane to see where Megan had gone.

“Not right now, goofball. We’re about to take off and the ‘fasten seat belt’ sign is on, see?” Maci pointed above their heads and Garrett saw the little red light in the shape of a seatbelt. “I think it’s like a federal law or something. You’re not allowed to get up when that’s on. I don’t know. If you’re uncomfortable, maybe you can change once we’re flying.”

“I’m fine,” Garrett said as he shifted his focus to his Nintendo. He was done thinking about his diaper and ready to tune out the world. He played his game during the safety instructions, paused it to lean over Maci and watch out the window as the plane took off, then felt his eyelids become heavy and he drifted off to sleep.

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“Miss, would you like something to drink?” Garrett woke to Megan’s voice and looked up to see her standing in the aisle.

“I’ll have a Sprite please,” Maci answered. Megan opened a can of Sprite, filled a cup with ice and handed both to Maci.

“And how about you honey, what would you like?” she asked sweetly. Garrett rubbed his eyes.

“Do you have Dr. Pepper?”

“No, I’m sorry we don’t. We have Coke, Diet Coke, Sprite, and Ginger Ale.”

“Oh, I’ll have a Sprite then,” Garrett responded. Megan smiled and began preparing the drink for him.

“Besides, it’s almost midnight! We can’t have you drinking caffeine in the middle of the night!” she said with big eyes and an exaggerated, playful concern. She smiled and handed Garrett the cold can without the cup of ice, which he appreciated. The older man next to Garrett was asleep, so Garrett carefully reached over him, took the drink and quietly thanked Megan. He took a big gulp of his cold beverage and leaned over Maci to look out the window. It was dark outside, and he could see tiny clusters of lights far below. The further the lights were from the center, the more spread out they were until there was nothing but a dark void. Then out of that void, another cluster of lights. Garrett absent-mindedly drank from his Sprite can and watched as one town after another passed through the small field of view that his window allowed.

“Was I asleep for very long?” He asked Maci, who was trying to read her book over the top of the 12-year-old who was practically in her lap.

“Yeah, at least an hour and a half.”

“How much longer are we going to be flying?”

“Um, I think mom said we land at like 3:30am or something.” Maci spoke in a distracted voice, trying to answer him while simultaneously reading. “So…four more hours I guess?” Then, somewhat annoyed that her brother was crowding her already small personal space, “You should probably try to get more sleep.”

Garrett sat upright to give Maci her space, but sitting back in his own seat drew his attention to his wet, very thick and very warm diaper as it squished under him. Had he wet himself while asleep? He pressed on the diaper and squirmed a little to evaluate it. He couldn’t be sure.

“Hey honey, everything okay?” He looked up to see Susan peeking between the seats from in front.

“Oh, yeah…” Garrett realized she probably saw him feeling his diaper and now he was self-conscious. “The ‘fasten seat belt’ sign is off. Should I go…change now?” Susan’s eyes dropped down to Garrett’s diaper, then over to the man who was now snoring next to him. She sighed.

“You know honey, your duffel bag is all the way in the front of the plane, and I don’t think you’ll be able to get to it yourself anyway. I think you’ll be fine for now. Try to get some more sleep, okay?” Garrett was again surprised by his mom’s nonchalant attitude about a wet diaper, but somewhat grateful for being given permission to not have to go through the hassle of trying to change in the small lavatory. As he finished his Sprite, he looked back down at the bulge that was so poorly concealed by his thin pajamas. His eyes slowly became heavy again, and he closed them.

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*clunk*

The aircraft shuttered and jolted in the strong turbulence, causing Garrett to wake from a deep slumber. There was an electronic chime from overhead, followed by a voice from a speaker.

“Good evening everybody. We’re experiencing some bumpy turbulence so the captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign. Please stay in your seats and don’t move about the cabin. We’ll turn it off as soon as this is over.”

Garrett looked over at Maci, who also appeared to have just woken up. She didn’t seem worried, so he guessed this wasn’t a big deal. Garrett had been buckled the whole time, but he pulled on the strap to tighten his belt, just in case. The tight seatbelt pressed against his bladder, and he realized he had to pee.

“Are you nervous? Maci asked with a smile. “Don’t worry, turbulence are normal.” Garrett shot a nervous smile back at her, and looked at the man next to him who was still asleep. Then he glanced up at the seat belt sign that was now illuminated, and down the aisle toward the front of the plane. “What’s wrong?” Maci asked, seeing his concern.

“How much longer do we have?”

“I don’t know, almost three more hours I guess. Why?”

“It’s just…I have to pee,” Garrett said quietly.

“So?” Maci laughed. “You’re like the only person on this plane who shouldn’t be worried. Just use your diaper!” Garrett was embarrassed and annoyed at his big sister for stating the obvious.

“But I’m afraid it will leak!” he said in a hushed, but more assertive tone.

“Really? You’ve only peed in it once so far, right?”

“I…I don’t know,” Garrett said sheepishly, feeling the front of it as if he could assess its available capacity.

Maci reached down and grabbed the front of his diaper too, squeezing it and pressing on it much more forcefully. Garrett was taken aback, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to draw any unnecessary attention to his predicament, including from his parents if he could help it. “I think it’s fine,” Maci said. “I mean, it feels like you’ve peed a lot, but I can tell the padding isn’t fully saturated. Geez, mom got you the OtterBox of diapers. They’re super thick, but you could go scuba diving in those and I don’t think they’d leak.” She said this with a laugh as she finished her inspection. “Just pee man, don’t worry about it. Nobody here is going to care.” She was right. Garrett figured his worry was for nothing. He was already wet so there was no use in holding it, and what other choice did he really have? In that moment, he wished his bedwetting hadn’t subsided. It would have been easier to just wake up having already wet himself than to sit here and try to pee intentionally. He looked down at his diaper again, squirming a little as he tried to convince his brain that it was okay to relax his bladder. Maci mistook his hesitation for uncertainty and decided to help.

“Someone’s gonna wet himself,” she teased in a singsong voice, and she started tickling him. Her thin fingers worked their way from his sides up to his armpits, poking and prodding him just enough to make him squirm and laugh and try to wiggle away. But he was buckled tight into a seatbelt with nowhere to go, and every movement caused the seatbelt to press harder on his bladder.

“Oh, stop!” Garrett laughed, trying to keep his voice down for fear of waking the man to his left. Maci refused to relent. She knew exactly where he was ticklish.

“I’ll stop when you pee,” she said smiling, working his tickle spots like a pro. Garrett suddenly gasped and shoved both hands between his legs, grabbing his diaper. He looked at Maci with surprise on his face as his bladder relentlessly began forcing its contents into his diaper. She stopped tickling him, satisfied. “Welp, looks like my work here is done!” She said with a smile. She was amused by the look of surprise on her brother’s face.

Garrett sat still as his bladder released. It was like the flood gates of a dam opening up, and once it started flowing there was no stopping it. He felt the front of his diaper heat up again as it had in the security line, and he couldn’t help but feel a huge sense of relief as he let his bladder empty itself unabated. He ignored his fear of leaking and decided to trust his diaper to do its job, and once again it soaked up everything he had to throw at it. Garrett shivered. Once he was finished, he reached under his bottom to feel for any leaks, but found none.

“I told you they wouldn’t leak.” Maci said, still enjoying the comical scene that had just played out in front of her. She was amused at how obvious the look on Garrett’s face was when he was peeing. “You know, you probably shouldn’t ever play poker. Your expression is an open book. You’re lucky I was the only one watching.” And with that, Maci curled up against her window and closed her eyes again.

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Garrett woke again to the sound of the electronic voice over the speaker, rubbed his eyes, and looked around. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we’re going to be starting our decent in just a few minutes. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts; and make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their upright and locked positions.”

It was light outside. Maci was awake, as were his parents and the man next to him, and Garrett realized he had slept through the majority of the flight. He looked down the aisle, and seeing Megan moving slowly toward them as she collected trash, a thought crossed his mind. “Maci,” he said in a hushed voice, “do you think I could go to the bathroom and take my diaper off now that the flight’s almost done?”

Susan heard Garrett’s voice behind her and turned around before Maci could answer. “Hey sleepy head, it looks like you got some rest. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” he responded. “Can I go take…” Garrett paused. “Can I go to the bathroom now, before we land?”

Susan was puzzled. “I don’t think so honey, they just said the fasten seat belt sign is back on. They aren’t going to let people get up until we’ve landed. You’ll have to wait until we’re in the airport.”

Garrett was disappointed, and glanced up again at Megan who was now much closer. He dreaded walking past her now with it so much wetter than before. She finally made her way to his row. “Hey, you were sleepin’ pretty good last time I came by,” she said to him with a smile as she collected trash. “You know, you’re lucky you can sleep so deeply. Some of these people would pay good money to do that during a flight.” Garrett smiled but didn’t respond. She was so beautiful, and he really didn’t know what to say.

After about 30 minutes the plane touched down on the runway, and Garrett felt his body lurch forward as the aircraft slowed rapidly on the runway. They taxied to their gate, the seatbelt sign turned off, and it seemed everyone on the flight stood up at the same time. Garrett and his family were forced to wait patiently while passengers ahead of them removed their baggage from the overhead compartments and filed off the plane. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, Garrett’s family was finally able to move. Garrett stood up from his seat and moved to the aisle, immediately noticing his diaper sag more than before. While the tapes were still tight around his hips and waist, the diaper was so swollen now that it had expanded both between his legs and around his butt. The motion of standing made Garrett realize that he had to pee again, and he wondered if he should have gone easy on the Sprite. Ahead of him, a single file line of bodies still clogged the aisle of the plane. People searched for their bags and filed out of seats. The process seemed to take forever. Garrett sighed and relaxed, figuring it didn’t matter anymore. As he stood in the aisle surrounded by people, he surrendered to the inevitable and began wetting the thick diaper once again. Worry crept into his mind as he could feel the warm urine filling the front of his diaper and cascading back down to pool between his legs, finding nowhere immediately dry. But the diaper did its job and eventually soaked everything up, wicking it into the remaining dry portions on his butt. As humiliating as it was to be wearing them, he imagined the alternative and was grateful in that moment to have a diaper on. He felt his stream of pee subside, and his body shivered involuntarily.

“Did you just pee again?” Maci’s voice was quiet enough for only him to hear, and he turned with a startled look, as if he’d been caught doing something wrong. She just laughed. “You know, I thought mom was overdoing it making you wear those on the flight, but from the looks of that diaper I’m not sure anything less would have been sufficient.” She reached her open palm under his butt, pressing the sagging diaper upward to assess the damage. She felt it squish, and Garrett pushed her hand away, embarrassed.

“Hey! I couldn't help it,” he said, blushing and looking around to see if anyone was watching.

“Aw, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to embarrass you,” she said apologetically. Garrett didn’t answer, but grabbed the waist of his pajama pants and pulled them up, hoping they could help control the sag. The thin pajamas stretched around the heavy bulge that clung to his butt, but did nothing to conceal it. Maci felt sorry for her little brother. She knew it was humiliating for him to be diapered in public, and the pajamas just made things worse.

The line finally began moving, and Garrett followed Susan up the aisle of the aircraft. The flight attendant staff stood at the front of the plane thanking the passengers as they passed, and Garrett looked up at Megan one last time. “Good bye, thank you,” he said, unsure what else there was to say. She glanced down at him and smiled, and he blushed.

“Bye sweetie, you be good, okay?” Megan responded.

The family moved quickly up the jet bridge, and finally emerged into the airport.

Susan stopped in front of the bathrooms and turned to the kids, “I’ve got to go to the bathroom…” she paused, looking at Garrett. “Oh honey, that diaper looks soaked!” Garrett looked down at the diaper under his pajamas, painfully aware of how wet his it was and how conspicuous it must be to anyone looking. He was eager to take it off, but before he could say anything Susan continued. “Why don’t you go in there, try to use the potty, and change into a fresh one okay? We’ll all meet back here when we’re done.”

“I have to put on another one?” Garrett asked, surprised and a little annoyed. “It’s already morning.” He was tired of his diaper being noticed by strangers,

Dan turned to Susan, “Honey, maybe that’s not the best idea. Didn’t you buy just enough of those? I’m not sure we want to waste one.” Garrett was hopeful that his dad’s logic would prevail.

“Dan, I know it’s morning here, but it’s only 3:30am California time and we still have a drive ahead of us,” Susan reasoned. “Garrett inevitably falls asleep in the car, and I don’t think we want to start our vacation off with an accident in the rental vehicle.”

“Well why don’t we just keep him in that one? He’s usually in the same diaper all night anyway, right?” Garrett’s heart sank. His dad wasn’t wrong, but he had hoped to get out of wearing a diaper altogether, not keep his very wet diaper on longer.

“No, Dan, come on. That diaper is soaked.” Susan reached down and squished the front of Garrett’s diaper between her fingers, and squished and prodded the back of it. “If we don’t have him change, he could leak the next time he pees.” Once again, Garrett resented the assumption that his accidents were inevitable, but after the events of tonight he really couldn’t argue.

Dan agreed, and Garrett’s fate was sealed. With that, the ladies went to their restroom and Garrett followed his dad into the men’s room. Dan directed Garrett into a handicap stall, but opted for a urinal for himself. Once in the stall, Garrett made quick work of changing his diaper. He remembered his mom’s instructions and was able to get the new one on tightly and with relatively no issues. He was grateful for the wipes and powder, and after pulling his pants back up he was pleasantly surprised with how much better his dry diaper felt compared to the saturated one he’d just removed. He rolled up the wet diaper, which now felt like it weighed a ton, and disposed of it in the trash with an audible thud. Then, Garrett washed his hands and met the rest of his family outside the restroom.

“All set?” Dan asked, looking down at Garrett’s pants.

“Yeah,” Garrett responded with a hint of disappointment in his voice. The adults took off toward the baggage claim, and Maci and Garrett followed.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Jul 22, 2023 at 8:20 PM
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maximilian said:

Hello @bedwetterdavid,

That's great to hear! I hope you get inspired during your vacation for Garrett's trip.

I can already imagine the whole family rushing to the boarding plane. And since you said that you wanted to make most out of this flight.

Spoiler: I guess:

They don't find any time to change Garret before boarding. After being seated he announces his wet diaper state again. But he is told to wait till after takeoff since the seat-belt signs are now on. After takeoff, true to her word. Garrets mom starts to take him to the Lavatory, but what he didn't expect is that his mom stand up and takes a diaper wet wipes and powder out of his duffel bag before taking his hand and starting to squeeze to the front of the plane. There she asks a stewardess for the changing room only to be told that the changing rooms are in the back. So they march together to the back of the plane, his mom still holding his hand and holding his diaper and supply's in the other hand. At the back they find the changing room but notice that they don't fit both in there but a friendly stewardess hears their conversation and predicament and offers that she can change her son in the galley-kitchen-floor and she can close the curtains for privacy.

But even with my guess I'm eager to read what you have planned for Garret.

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An interesting guess! You weren’t wrong with the first part! One of the things I strive for in the story is realism, because I have a difficult time reading stories where people respond in ways that they realistically wouldn’t. I think I probably stretch things a little bit, but the idea of a flight attendant changing a 12 year old is just a little bit too hard for me to believe. Don’t worry though, with the introduction of the cousins, we will have plenty of new dynamics.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Jul 22, 2023 at 10:41 PM
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jamiejamie said:

Very nice Chapter 9! That sucks Garrett had to keep an already soggy diaper on the plane and waited til after it landed at the destination. It’s probably what would’ve happened in real world.

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Truthfully, he could’ve asked for help, but he had too much of a crush on Megan and didn’t want to endure the embarrassment.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Jul 23, 2023 at 7:44 PM
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DonnieDiaper said:

I am enjoying your story so far.
I can see that you are putting a piece of your soul into your work.

Ealry on I thought to myself, "Why didn't his mother have him keep the diaper on when leaving the store, just to get used to the feel of it?"
Then I saw where you went and it made even more sense.

Are you open to any story detail ideas?
(Not that you may already be heading that direction.)

I have a couple of ideas and I am sure others may have ideas also,
but these would be only suggestions in helping with your timeline and
"progression of regression" and NOT any reflection on your original (well thoughtout) work.

--- IF NOT INTERESTED, PLEASE IGNORE SUGGESTIONS BELOW ---

The one idea that struck me is that 24 diapers are not going to make it through a 21 day vacation if he keeps wearing them during the day,
or needing more frequent than planned changes. They may have to find a diaper supplier in Florida; and since there are so many Commerical
Nursing Facilities in the Sunshine state, they may find that they can only purchase diapers by the commercial full case of 96. Also, sometimes
the distributors have "BOGO-free" or "BOGO-1/2 price" specials, that any mother who is price concious could not resist, suplying him with
192 diapers!
Where could THAT lead?

A differant town could mean a differant variety of diaper style being available, what if the only diapers
they could find in his size were designed for "special needs" children.
These diapers come with juvenile prints or nursery prints only, no plain white ones availble in his size.

Will he become "lazy" about his toilet needs and let go whenever he feels the need? Will he start to regress?
Will he start to feel like a baby and just give in to childish ways?
Maybe one of the restaurants will supply him with a "sippy cup" during his meal?
Could this eventually lead him to take a bottle?

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I'm glad you're enjoying the story, and I'm always open to suggestions for sure! I do want to mention that I'm not really into regression, so Garrett won't be drinking from a sippy cup or a bottle. Plus, it just feels unrealistic to me. But don't worry, everything that has happened so far has happened for a reason, and the story won't stagnate.

Also to everyone here, thank you for your patience. Sometimes I simply can't write due to other responsibilities, and other times I don't feel inspired and if I did write, it wouldn't be interesting. So I sure appreciate everyone being so encouraging.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Jul 24, 2023 at 3:04 AM
Content: I have to apologize for an error in the last chapter. At the very end, Susan said, "and we still have a 2 hour drive ahead of us". That was a mistake. I've corrected it to say "and we still have a drive ahead of us"

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Aug 23, 2023 at 8:50 AM
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PampersTheMan said:

Hey, Bedwetter David! Just checking: how's progress on the next chapter of the story?

(This is purely enthusiasm, not a complaint; I know how much effort goes into such writing, being a professional writer myself! But still, this is the best diaper fiction I've ever read, so I look forward to the next chapter.)

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Wow, that’s a huge compliment! Unfortunately, right now I’m not making much progress as I have other things going on right now that make writing difficult. But I am also enthusiastic about continuing the story. The response on YouTube has been strong as well, so I really would like to see that grow.

I didn’t realize you were a professional writer. Have you written diaper fiction?

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Nov 6, 2023 at 4:42 PM
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crinklybabyblue said:

Hey just curious, what happened to the YouTube version of this story? I really liked listening to it. Thanks.

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Sorry about that! It was a channel. I created attached to my main google account, and there was no way to hide it. Even though it was Anonymous, I was worried about that channel being on my phone at all times.

I may re-create the audiobook down the road, but if I do, I will probably use a better AI voice, and potentially a completely separate google account.

I also feel like chapter 1 need a rewrite, so this will give me the freedom to do that.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Dec 29, 2023 at 9:14 PM
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Growler0128 said:

did you make it thru boot camp? if so what service?

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I did, I was in the Marine Corps 1999 - 2003. Got lucky and was able to hide my bedwetting during boot camp, and it didn't happen again until after I got out.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Apr 24, 2024 at 6:54 PM
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ballyhooser said:

My mom pinned on my bedwetting diper every night after my bath. Bedroom door open and often one or more of my 3 brothers would come in to talk to my mom or just watch me being diapered. Then I’d pull on my plastic pants then my mom would tuck in all the edges. By age 8 or 9 I became a diaper lover and looked forward to getting diapered like a toddler. I felt a little sad when I was 13 and my mom told me to start diapering myself. She often after that would still make sure my plastic pants were tucked it.

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I was sad too. I was still wetting the bed a month before my 13th birthday, and mom told me diapers were getting expensive. I think my dad had just gotten a pay cut and they were trying to figure out what to do. She said if I thought I still needed them I would have to buy them myself. I only had a little money for doing odd jobs around the house and stuff, and told her I would try to go without and see how it wet. HUGE mistake in retrospect. I think I had a couple more accidents after that, but my bedwetting was coming to an end. Only after losing my diapers at night did I realized how much I missed them, and wished I could have them back. But all good things come to an end.

I'm grateful that my bedwetting came back in my 30s. I'm back in diapers every night, and often I have to wear them during the day if I'm on a long drive. I recently talked to a therapist and she said even if wearing diapers just gives me a sense of emotional security, it's absolute a valid reason to wear them during the day.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: May 26, 2024 at 3:11 PM
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BabyLucifer said:

@bedwetterdavid , @everyone , check on his profile and can see the last time he did anything was on May 19, 2024. So in theory he has seen everyone messages.

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Yep, I’m here. Haven’t given up on this story. Just haven’t been able to make it a priority

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: May 27, 2024 at 7:07 AM
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BabyLucifer said:

Thanks for getting back to us. There is many of us that are loving this story that we were hoping it wasn't going to be one of the incomplete stories that keeps growing in numbers.

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I love it too, and I definitely have plans to finish it.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: May 27, 2024 at 8:06 PM
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Betterwearadiaper said:

This is a great story, one that I somehow managed to miss, until now.

The general high quality of your writing inspires putting some effort into writing, if I were to write something myself.

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Thank you! Wow, that really means a lot to me.

I always felt there was a lack of quality writing, realism and plot with many ABDL stories and started this one to see if I could do better.

Being transparent, the reason there has been such a delay for chapter 10 is I want to be careful not to create a lull in the action. But I also don’t want to repeat the same scenario over and over again in different settings. I have a very clear picture of where this story will go and I am hoping to use chapter 10 to get there as efficiently as possible. There’s also an issue with my own inspiration, because a lot of times I just don’t feel motivated and I find that I write best when I’m personally enjoying the story. But I’m actively working on it again.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Sep 6, 2024 at 5:43 PM
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neilc said:

I loved the story so far. It has been over a year since chapter 9 was posted. @bedwetterdavid Any chance that the story will be continued?

[End of quote]

Yes, I’ve slowed way down, but I am about 2700 words into chapter 10

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Sep 19, 2024 at 12:00 AM
Content: Chapter 10

Garrett walked through the airport, still self-conscious about the thick diaper which was clearly outlined under his form-fitting cotton pajamas. As he followed his family to the baggage claim, he avoided eye contact with passersby so he wouldn’t have to see their curious glances. Still, it was a small consolation to finally be back in a dry diaper after the long flight. He trudged along following Maci, weaving through the crowds, riding up an escalator, and eventually arriving at the large baggage claim area.

“Whew! That’s it,” Dan said, pulling the last of the bags off the conveyor belt. Then, turning to Susan, “I’m hungry. Let’s get our rental car, and then...should we get some breakfast?” The others agreed, and after renting an SUV and loading up their luggage, Dan navigated to a nearby waffle house. The hungry travelers climbed out of the vehicle and took in their surroundings. Orlando certainly felt different than California. It was humid, and the smell of tropical flowers, plants and trees added an element to the experience that made them feel as if they were finally on vacation.

“Wow, you can already tell it’s going to be hot today,” Susan said, surprised at how warm it was at just after 7am. She looked at the sun that had just peaked above the horizon. “Dan, Disney is going to be sweltering. I want to pick up some sunscreen for everyone before tomorrow.”

“I want to pick up a hat too,” Maci said squinting at the sun with her hand shielding her eyes. She turned and followed the rest of the family into the restaurant.

A waitress approached Susan, “Just the four of you?” she asked with a smile as she picked up the menus.

“Yes, thank you.”

“Follow me,” she said, turning and leading the family to a table in the corner near the large front windows. Garrett was grateful to be spared another walk through a crowded restaurant, and quickly found a seat in the corner so his back would be toward the windows. Maci noticed. She felt bad for him. Being the only one in the restaurant in pajamas already made him stand out like a sore thumb, and the thick diaper gave him a bubble-butt that added insult to injury. She sat across from him, and Susan sat next to Garrett as Dan took the seat opposite her.

The waitress took their drink orders and when she returned, she placed four glasses of ice water on the table along with their drinks. Garrett was grateful when she set a tall glass of chocolate milk down in front of him.

“Drink your water guys, it’s going to be hot this week,” Dan said, taking a few gulps of the ice water before turning to his steaming mug of coffee. Garrett obeyed and drained his water glass. After ordering and receiving a short stack of pancakes he relaxed and enjoyed his meal, listening to the conversation and day-dreaming about the trip to Disney World and what tomorrow would bring.

Garrett’s day-dream was stopped short during his last gulp of chocolate milk when his full bladder seemed to suddenly signal that he needed to pee. He glanced across the dining room full of breakfast patrons to the sign above the small hallway that said “restrooms” and considered his options. He dreaded the thought of walking through another crowd with this diaper on, and to make matters worse, his eyes landed on a pretty girl sitting in a booth with her family just to the right of the restrooms. She was facing Garrett’s direction, and happened to look up just then, catching his gaze. He immediately looked down at his plate, embarrassed, hoping she didn’t think he was staring at her.

“Everyone okay over here?” the waitress asked as she refilled the water glasses and dropped off the check.

“Great, thank you,” Dan replied.

As he considered the predicament now further complicated by the presence of the waitress, Garrett took another gulp of ice water and felt his bladder contract. The discomfort just didn’t seem worth it, and without further thought Garrett relaxed. Warm pee rushed into the front of his diaper and he felt it begin to fill rapidly. A sudden feeling of concern came over him as he considered the implications of his diaper leaking in such a public environment, but the momentary mindless decision had been made and he was helpless to stop it. Garrett decided to trust the thirsty diaper, and let the feeling of relief wash over him.

“I’m going to use the restroom before we leave,” Susan said as Dan finished paying the check.

“I think I will too,” Dan said, putting his card back in his wallet and standing up. Maci followed him, and Susan turned to Garrett who was staring at his plate.

“Garrett, why don’t you try also?”

“Oh, uh, I don’t really need to go,” Garrett said, trying not to appear suspicious. Susan had started to rise from her seat and now paused and looked at him.

“Honey, we still have a drive ahead of us, and I think it would be prudent if you at least tried,” she informed him, now a little suspicious. When he didn’t make eye contact, she reached down and grabbed the front of his diaper, squishing it between her fingers. It was wet and swollen, and even through the thin cotton pajamas she could feel the warmth of his recent accident.

“Garrett!” she exclaimed in a hushed, but scolding tone. “Did you just sit here and wet yourself? There’s a bathroom right across the dining room!” Garrett felt his cheeks flush as his mind searched for some explanation that his mother would accept, but he found none. Susan sighed. “We’ll talk about this in a minute, you stay right here.” She stood and walked toward the restrooms, leaving Garrett alone at the table. He stared at his food, now feeling ashamed of himself for his poor judgement call.

“Oh honey, are you okay? Where did everyone else go?” the waitress asked as she swooped by to pick up the signed check.

Garrett looked up at her. “They...they all went to use the bathroom,” he said, hoping that would be the end of the conversation.

“Ah, I see,” the waitress said with a sympathetic smile. Garrett noticed her briefly glance down at his now swollen diaper area and quickly put his hands in his lap. “Can I bring you anything else, hon?” she asked, sensing his discomfort.

“No, thank you.” He picked up his glass and began to drink, just for something to do. She smiled, and left him alone.

Minutes later Dan, Susan and Maci arrived back at the table, and Susan waived for Garrett to join them. He stood up reluctantly and maneuvered out from behind the table, now painfully aware of the increased thickness in the front of his diaper and how obvious it would be to the other patrons. He walked closely behind his parents as they filed out the door and into the parking lot.

As they approached the car, Susan resumed the scolding. “Garrett, your diapers are just in case of accidents. They’re not for your convenience when a bathroom is 20 feet away.”

“What happened?” Dan asked, stopping at the vehicle and joining the conversation.

Susan stared at Garrett with her hands on her hips. “Garrett just sat there and wet himself instead of getting up to use the toilet,” she said with frustration in her voice.

“Garrett,” Dan said, much calmer than his wife, “what’s going on?”

“I just...I had to pee,” Garrett said with tears now welling up in his eyes. “I was embarrassed to go to the bathroom because everyone would see my diapers.”

Susan softened, finally understanding her son’s predicament. “I’m sorry buddy. Yeah, I know the pants you’re wearing aren’t ideal. It’s just that these diapers aren’t cheap, and I bought just enough for our trip. So you need to only use them as a last resort, okay?” Garrett nodded, and she gave him a hug.

“Jump in the car bud, let me talk to your mom,” Dan said. He closed the car door after Garrett climbed in. Then turning to his wife, “Susan, I think you’re being too harsh. We’re making the kid wear diapers. We can’t be upset when he uses them.”

Susan sighed. “They’re just for accidents,” she responded. “And he’s 12 years old Dan, he’s not a little kid. I expect him to still try to make it to the toilet when he’s awake.”

Dan didn’t see the big deal but didn’t feel like arguing with his wife at the moment.

The couple climbed into the rented SUV and began the drive to the hotel. Garrett sat in the back with Maci, who soon fell asleep. He was tired too, but became engrossed in playing a game on his Nintendo Switch and tuned out everything else around him. After about 20 minutes he overheard a conversation from the front of the car about hotel check-in times, and shopping. A few minutes later the car pulled into a shopping center and Dan parked in front of a Target store.

Garrett looked up front his game, and sighed. “Can I just stay in the car?”

“Yeah, that’s fine buddy,” Dan replied. “You coming Maci?”

“Yes, I want to use the bathroom again and I need to buy a hat,” she replied, climbing out of the car.

Susan climbed out and turned to Garrett just before closing the door. “Stay here okay? We’ll be back in a bit.” Garrett nodded without taking his eyes off the Switch, and heard the door close. He was grateful to not be trudged through another public place in his wet diaper.

Inside the store, Dan, Maci and Susan stopped by the bathroom and picked up sunscreen and a hat. They finished their task and were back to the rental car and on the road in 20 minutes. After a few more games, Garrett noticed his bladder had been full for a while and he must’ve been ignoring it. He looked up from the Switch and took in his surroundings. Vehicle was still on the freeway in slow moving traffic.

“Uh, mom, do you know when we’ll be there?” he asked, unsure how long they’d been driving.

“I don’t know, this traffic doesn’t seem to be lightening up,” she said looking out the windshield. “I didn’t think about rush hour.” Then, turning to Garrett, “why, what’s up honey?”

Garrett remembered how upset she had been when he used his diaper at breakfast and figured he shouldn’t repeat the mistake. He looked up ahead and noticed an exit with ample restaurants and gas stations; plenty of quick restroom options. “I have to go to the bathroom,” he responded sheepishly.

Susan sighed, and looked over at Dan.

Dan noticed his wife deferring to him, and talked back over his shoulder as he drove. “Just use your diaper, Garrett. You’re already wet,” he said matter-of-factly, “and I don’t want to hassle with another stop.” Garrett was almost startled at the unexpected response.

“Oh...well, I can try to hold it a little longer…” he offered, determined to prove that he didn’t need to be wearing a diaper.

“It doesn’t matter Garrett,” Susan now replied. She gently put her hand on his knee to reassure him that she wasn’t upset. “I just didn’t want you wasting a diaper if we didn’t need to. But if you have to, just pee. We’re not going to stop again until we get to the hotel and that could be a while.”

Garrett blushed. He resented the connotation that he was less capable of holding it than everyone else was. Susan faced forward again, and Garrett stole a sideways glance at Maci who was reading a book. She noticed his embarrassment.

“What are you worried about? You peed in your diaper on the plane the entire way here,” she commented nonchalantly. Garrett still felt embarrassed, mainly because now everyone in the car knew he had to pee, and were acting like it was inevitable that he was going to wet himself. Determined to prove them wrong, he picked up his Switch so as not to draw further attention, but his mind was still fully on his bladder which was now desperate to be emptied. In spite of the discomfort, he found it difficult to let go.

Garrett closed his eyes, hoping to shut out his surroundings, and felt his muscles finally begin to relax. As soon as he did, hot urine began flowing freely into his diaper. He realized he must have had to pee a lot more than he thought. Relief washed over his body like a wave, and his diaper readily expanded as it absorbed the pee. Feeling the flow finally subside, Garrett opened his eyes and looked down. He noticed how much thicker his diaper looked and felt. He shifted in his seat and it squished under his bottom, forcing his legs apart just as the diaper he had worn on the airplane hours earlier. Maci stole a sideways glance at him and smiled, but said nothing.

About 45 minutes later, the vehicle finally pulled up in front of a hotel. The family climbed out, gathered the luggage from the vehicle, and checked in at the front desk. Five minutes later, they were finally in their hotel room.

“Whoa, cool!” Garrett said emphatically as the door opened to the spacious room. It was appointed with modern furniture and decor, had two queen beds, a large couch, office desk, and television. “I call the window bed!” he said, leaving his suitcase next to the wall and belly flopping onto the second bed with a bounce. After landing he remained sprawled out, face down on the large mattress, enjoying the moment of relaxation.

“Not so fast,” Susan said, “I think we need to leave it up to Maci. Do you want to share a bed?” she asked, turning to Maci, “or would you rather have it to yourself and Garrett can sleep on the couch?”

Maci paused, looking at the 12-year-old boy lying face down, limbs still stretched out on the bed. His shirt had ridden up revealing most of his diaper in back, and Maci took note of how swollen it looked between his legs.

“I don’t know,” Maci said in a somewhat teasing tone, “if you’re already that wet and you haven’t even slept, am I going to wake up in a puddle?” Garrett turned and sat up, suddenly self-conscious about the diaper that was on display. Maci felt a bad for embarrassing him. “I’m kidding, we can share,” she said, walking over and giving him a side hug.

Susan spoke up, “Garrett, why don’t you go ahead and change into some daytime clothes. We can unpack and figure out something to do today.”

“Maybe not just yet,” Dan interjected. “I’m pretty tired, and I’m thinking we all could use a nap.”

"True, I didn’t sleep well on the plane,” Susan responded. “Maybe we can lay down for a bit, and later we’ll go to the pool. Does that sound okay?” she asked, turning to Maci and Garrett. Everyone agreed, and within minutes everyone was laying down with the lights dimmed. Garrett reclined on top of the blankets next to Maci who also appeared to be dozing off. He felt like he could sleep, but instead he propped himself up with pillows, grabbed his Switch and began playing his game again.

Some time passed, though Garrett couldn’t be sure how much, and his concentration was broken when he realized he needed to pee again. Briefly glancing around the dark room at his sleeping family, he relaxed, letting his bladder empty into his already wet diaper without a second thought. When he finally finished peeing, he paused the game, reached down under his pajama pants and rested his hand on the swollen diaper between his legs. There was something fascinating about how full these diapers could get, and how they felt when soaked and swollen. He tried squeezing his thighs together and found it impossible due to the warm, wet padding. The diaper crinkled with his every movement. Garrett felt a sense of security, relief and contentment with the convenience of not having to get up from his comfortable position to pee, and was strangely grateful that he had kept the diaper on. But the crinkling was loud and since he didn’t want to wake Maci, he relaxed and went back to playing his game.

After a few hours of sleeping Dan woke up first, followed by the others. The family changed into swimwear, grabbed a quick lunch, and headed to the pool. Garrett was thrilled to find there was a diving board and spent his time perfecting his flip, while Maci tanned on a chase lounge and Dan and Susan waded in the pool.

“It’s too bad you’ll have to miss Disney tomorrow,” Susan said as she gently lowered her shoulders into the refreshing water.

Dan nodded, “Yeah, but I’m glad you and the kids get to go. And I’ll have a little more freedom after the classroom portion of the training is over.”

“That’s true,” Susan said, “and this is fun, I’m glad we got in early. Hey, do you want to go to the movies tonight? It would be fun to go to one of those luxury theaters with the recliners where they serve dinner during the film.” Dan agreed.

After a few hours of swimming, everyone felt sufficiently refreshed and hungry. A discussion about which movie to see had taken place, and even though the decision wasn’t his first choice, Garrett was excited about the prospect of dinner in the theater. The family went back up to their room, changed out of the wet swimwear, and left the hotel.

They arrived at the theater around 6pm, found their seats, and gave their orders to the waitress. Garrett’s request for Dr. Pepper was overruled by Susan because of the caffeine, but he was thrilled when the waitress came back 15 minutes later and set a burger, fries, and a large cup of Sprite in front of him. The novelty of eating dinner during a movie was more exciting than the movie itself, and he quickly finished off his meal and drink. Then as he settled into his recliner to enjoy the film, he began to feel his eyes grow heavy.

Garrett awoke from a deep sleep to the lights coming on and the credits rolling on the screen. As he regained consciousness, he realized his jeans were soaked and a feeling of dread overcame him. With wide eyes he felt under his bottom and assessed the situation. He had wet himself, and the wetness had soaked his clothes from the bottom of his t-shirt down to his knees.

“You guys ready?” Dan asked, gathering his things. The other patrons in the theater were standing up and filing out, and Susan hand Maci stood up to leave.

“Um, mom?” Garrett said, terrified and unsure of what to do.

“Hey honey, you were really out! I think you slept through most of the movie,” she said, not yet picking up on his signal.

“Mom, I had an accident,” Garrett said in a loud whisper. Susan paused and looked down at the boy’s jeans, finally noticing the wetness that was visible between his legs.

“Oh no! Uh, hey Dan?” Susan said, turning to her husband. “Hang on just a second, okay? We have an issue.” After some discussion, Susan had Garrett stand up and tie her sweater around his waist. He was embarrassed, but grateful to have something to somewhat shield the huge wet spot from view. Dan informed the staff of the wet seat, and he and Maci headed for the restrooms while Garrett and Susan quickly left the theater. Garrett tried to walk normally, but ended up waddling with his legs apart. The wet jeans were cold and uncomfortable, and felt as if they were chafing his legs.

Back in the SUV, Garrett laid Susan’s sweater on the seat and sat down. “Wow honey, you really did some damage” Susan remarked as she saw how wet the back of his shirt was. “I think we need to be careful about how much soda you drink! I guess it didn’t occur to me that you might fall asleep during the movie, but we may have to start taking some more precautions with you.” Garrett felt humiliated and just wanted this situation to be over. Dan and Maci arrived at the SUV, and the four of them headed back to the hotel.

Garrett did his best to hide his wet pants as they walked through the hotel lobby and rode the elevator to get back to the room. He could tell he smelled like pee, and felt it was noticeable to anyone nearby.

Finally back in the room, Susan instructed him to strip off his wet clothes and take a shower. She handed him a clean pair of pajamas and a fresh diaper to put on afterward. He took the diaper and clothes into the bathroom and climbed into the shower. The hot water was a welcome relief and he lingered a bit, letting it wash away the embarrassment of the evening. Upon finishing and drying off, Garrett unfolded the new, thick diaper. He stretched it, fluffed it, taped it on as he had been shown, and finally pulled his pajamas on over it. The familiar feeling of security returned as he looked at himself in the mirror. The diaper was once again clearly visible under the form-fitting pajama bottoms, but its presence felt reassuring to him, guaranteeing he wouldn’t wake up wet like that again.

Garrett emerged from the restroom to find the others watching a show on the tv. “Hey buddy,” Dan mentioned. “Feel better?” Garrett nodded, and as he walked over to his bed the unmistakable crinkle of his diaper was audible for everyone. He plopped himself on the bed next to Maci. Dan spoke up again, “Garrett, I know this was an accident, but I want you to be careful with how much soda you’re drinking. Especially if there’s a chance you might fall asleep, you need to be responsible for making sure you don’t wet yourself like that, okay?” Dan left it at that.

Eventually the show ended, the lights went out, and the family laid down to sleep. For a few seconds, Garrett laid there in the dark listening to Maci’s rhythmic breathing, thinking about his Dad’s comments. He resented his bedwetting, and hated the situation it had put him in. In that moment he resolved that this would never happen again. Even if it meant he couldn’t drink soda anymore, he would never again wet himself in public like that. With that thought lingering in his mind, his eyes closed and he drifted off into a deep slumber.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Sep 19, 2024 at 12:01 AM
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oreobaby89 said:

Oh my gosh you finally continued. I am so excited to read the next chapter!

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wow, I just uploaded it 30 seconds ago. You're fast!

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Sep 19, 2024 at 12:56 AM
Content:

Tommy10 said:

It's hard getting back to something creative after a hiatus. Patience and perseverance are the name of the game.

I wasn't sure what to expect honestly, so thats in your favor . The belly flopping onto the bed is so relatable - I totally did that in hotels as a kid, right before changing into a racer and flying off to the pool. I think there's an element being developed, one that adds some extra protection at night, but obviously I don't know what your story arc looks like and I may be wrong entirely .

Anyway, good job!

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Thank you! I do have a very clear story arc in mind, and the hard part for me is trying to bridge the gaps so the important stuff happens without being too boring. This chapter was necessary to set up some very important events in the next one.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Sep 20, 2024 at 4:27 AM
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neilc said:

I love that Garrett is starting to like his diapers.

- Neil

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Yeah, though it’s not so much that he likes them, but that after two very humiliating public accidents, the diapers make him feel safe. He associates them with security and being free from worry about wetting his pants and bed. And that’s a wonderful feeling.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Sep 25, 2024 at 3:51 PM
Content: Thank you all for the kind words!

I may have mentioned this before, but one of my favorite ways to enjoy this story is to close my eyes and have Siri read it to me. If you haven’t done that yet, definitely give it a try

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Sep 26, 2024 at 5:56 PM
Content:

Tommy10 said:

I understand Orlando is not on a coast and hoped a trip to a beach might happen. I answered my own question when looking back at Ch. 7 (Ft Lauderdale, wedding, etc). Susan mentioned Garrett wearing a tuxedo, but also that the wedding is on a beach. I think it's possible she's merely assuming he'll wear a tuxedo. Susan speaks of the heat and humidity, but doesn't seem notice the disconnect between that weather and traditional wedding attire. Perhaps beach attire will be expected? Splish makes a tuxedo-print swimsuit all the way down to a 24 waist, although it's a brief and not jammers or shorts . But then again maybe her sister ordered that little tuxedo brief weeks ago and hopes it will add some extra cuteness to the inevitable armada of shots for the 'Gram.

Or, this is all a tangent of tangents

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I always appreciate your speculations!

The wedding will be hot indeed, but I do want to strive to keep the story believable. They will likely be wearing modified “tuxedos” (using that term loosely)

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Sep 28, 2024 at 12:22 AM
Content: I've been experimenting with Google's NotebookLM tool, and I uploaded the first 10 chapters of Garrett's Diapered Trip. It produced a podcast style discussion about the story so far that is absolutely mind blowing. This is 100% AI generated, but definitely worth listening to. Let me know what you think: http://sndup.net/c43vw

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Sep 28, 2024 at 9:15 PM
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cpees said:

I’ll listen asap

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Aside from some of the mistakes you almost can’t tell it’s AI. It’s 100% auto generated. I didn’t write the script, it just read the story and produced this.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Sep 29, 2024 at 4:02 PM
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Pampers4Ever said:

Thank you bedwetterdavid for the next installment to the story. I’m enjoying it very much so. I’m glad that Garrett is starting to move into a new comfort level with his diapers. Judging by the events so far, I can see that it won’t be long before Garrett is in his diapers full time. He can’t be trusted to keep his pants dry when there’s a possibility of him falling asleep. His mother and father are interesting dynamics in one message is the diapers are just in case and the other is go ahead and use your diapers.
Can’t wait to see what happens at Disney. Will his mom go ahead and diaper him after waking up to a wet diaper the next morning? Will he have an unprotected accident on a ride? Will his mom have to buy diapers or pull-ups in the theme park?
Again, enjoying the story and take your time. This could be up there with Ashley’s Diaper Adventures or Magic Diaper stories.

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I truly appreciate the encouragement. I’m trying to tread a fine line with the pace, properly telling the story while still keeping it interesting so you don’t have to skip parts. Glad you’re enjoying it!

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Oct 9, 2024 at 11:54 PM
Content:

Tommy10 said:

Do you use software to proof read/spell check/grammar?

Sometimes it's easy to use the wrong word by mistake (to, too, two; there, their, they're, etc.) and google docs, for example, doesn't always catch it, necessitating a proof read. If no software, does a friend read it as a fresh set of eyes? I honestly can't find any errors - not that I'm looking for them, but they stick out like a red flag to me, so your process seems to work whatever it is.

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I don't, but I'm obsessive about proper grammar and spelling. I read and reread before I post, then I listen to it to hear any weird sentences. So I just do a lot of editing. Glad I didn't miss anything!

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Oct 10, 2024 at 12:11 AM
Content:

parktochter said:

AI get's so creepy realistic. But I also want that podcast with the Lizzie story

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I tried it with Ally's Pajama experience but it wasn't that great. Let me try to make one for Lizzie

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Oct 16, 2024 at 10:24 PM
Content:

TheMat said:

This is by far my favorite story on here! The only thing I would say about chapter 10 is that it felt like a sentence or 2 was missed after the 3rd wetting and he’s playing his game, to suddenly everyone is getting into swimwear. Something about his heavily soaked diaper coming off might have been nice. As well as after swimming, something about the thought process in NOT making sure he was diapered to go out for the evening.

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thank you for the encouragement!

I read it again and you’re right that it’s a little bit abrupt. I might mention him at least taking the diaper off to change.

As far as the movies go, Garrett doesn’t really have a history of wetting himself while awake. His accidents of the last two days could’ve happened to anybody and weren’t really his fault. So at this point in the story it would have been unreasonable for his mom to put him in a diaper to go to the movies. Not only would it cause him unnecessary embarrassment, but the diapers are not cheap and she doesn’t want to waste them. However, she is learning that if there’s a chance he might fall asleep, maybe she should take precautions. Plus, you’ll find the story takes quite a twist in the next chapter

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Oct 21, 2024 at 9:15 PM
Content: I'm still experimenting with AI voiceover tools for an audiobook version. These are samples from Elevenlabs.io.

Here's a female voice reading Garrett's Diapered Trip Chapter 1: http://sndup.net/bg9jb
Here's a male voice reading Garrett's Diapered Trip Chapter 1: http://sndup.net/jhmyp

They are good, but not perfect. It loses context. For instance in the female version when Garrett says "mom!" in annoyance, the reader literally yells it as if he's calling for her. In the male version, he pronounces "Goodnites" as "Goodnitees". I feel like these small mistakes are enough to make it not worthwhile, but I'd like to hear your opinions.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Oct 22, 2024 at 4:13 AM
Content:

LudoErgoSum said:

If you'd like a real human being to give a try doing a reading just let me know. I'm a singer so it might be interesting.

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I’m definitely open to it, I like the idea of making it an audiobook.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Nov 4, 2024 at 7:53 PM
Content:

crinklybabyblue said:

I am really liking these, I was also a fan of the YouTube version you had tried before.

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Yeah, honestly that was just me screen recording Siri, but I think that might still be my favorite. Unfortunately there are still mispronunciations and weird parts. I might not get a perfect version unless I just read it myself

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Nov 8, 2024 at 6:13 AM
Content: Chapter 11

Garrett gradually woke from his slumber, becoming increasingly aware of sunlight shining through the window, voices around him, and the smell of coffee filling the hotel room. He rolled over, rubbing his eyes as he opened them. The thickness of the diaper between his legs made it obvious that he had wet heavily while he’d slept.

“Hey honey, did you have a good night?” Susan asked as she prepared her coffee. Garrett nodded, still getting his bearings. Maci was standing next to Susan, apparently waiting for her chance to get some coffee.

“Where’s dad?” Garrett asked stretching out under the covers, happy to have the queen size bed to himself.

“He already left; his class started early. Let me check your diaper,” Susan said walking over to the bed and pulling back the sheets before Garrett could protest. As she did, the room seemed to fill with the smell of baby powder and pee, and Garrett immediately became self-conscious about how swollen his diaper was. “Stand up for me honey,” she instructed. He glanced over at Maci and hesitated, but obligingly sat up with a loud crinkling sound, feeling the thick diaper squish under his weight. As he stood Susan knelt, pulled his pajama pants down to his ankles and squeezed the front of his saturated diaper. “Jeez, you peed a lot. Turn around, let me see the back. Wow! These are soaked almost all the way up your butt, I don’t know how you can pee that much!”

Maci sipped her coffee and joined her mom to inspect the damage. “Did he leak?”

“I don’t think so, his pajamas and the sheets look dry,” she said satisfied. “Good thing your mom plans ahead!” she laughed and stood up, giving his diapered butt a slap. “Give me those pajamas, you need to take a shower anyway.” Garrett pulled his feet out of the pajama pants and handed them to his mom. He felt a little awkward standing in front of the two women in only his wet diaper and shirt but wasn’t sure why. It was nothing they hadn’t seen before.

“What about Disney?” Maci asked, taking another sip of her coffee. “He’s peed his pants twice in the last two days and we’re going to be waiting in some long lines.”

“Those weren’t my fault!” Garrett said indignantly.

“Don’t worry, we’re not going to make you wear a diaper at Disney,” Susan said to calm the red-faced boy. Then, turning to Maci, “I’m only worried about him if there’s a chance he’ll fall asleep. But Garrett, yesterday was partly your fault,” she said turning back to him. “If you had slept in the car and at the hotel instead of playing games, you wouldn’t have been so tired during the movie. Plus you drank all that soda. It’s a recipe for disaster. If you do that today, I’m worried you’ll fall asleep in the car on the drive home and wet your pants. Can you be more responsible, or do you need to wear a diaper for the drive tonight?”

“No, I can be responsible. I promise,” he responded with a shaky voice, fighting back tears.

Susan sighed. “Come here buddy,” she said sympathetically, holding out her arms. Garrett hugged her, and she rubbed his back. “Relax,” she said, “we’re not trying to embarrass you. We’re just trying to help you avoid more accidents. Let’s get you ready for Disney World, okay? Give me that shirt.” Garrett nodded, pulled off his pajama shirt and handed it to Susan. Now feeling very exposed in just his diaper, he headed toward the bathroom to shower.

Garrett ripped open the tapes of the heavy diaper, rolled it up and dropped it into the trash. In the shower, he reflected on the events of the last few days. As embarrassing as it was to be back in diapers, he was grateful for the dry, restful night, free of worry about leaks or accidents. He was grateful that his mom and sister were understanding of his bedwetting. And he was grateful that he wouldn’t have to be diapered during the day if he could be responsible with how much he drank. A feeling of optimism began to well up in him, and his thoughts turned to the excitement of the upcoming visit to Disney.

Down in the hotel lobby a continental breakfast was laid out buffet style for the guests. Aside from a few sips of orange juice, Garrett avoided fluids but enjoyed a waffle, and a plate of eggs and bacon. After breakfast they loaded into their SUV, and 30 minutes later Garrett started seeing signs indicating they were finally getting close. He felt his excitement building.

Finally, the car pulled into a huge Disney World parking lot. “Okay guys, it’s going to be hot,” Susan said as Garrett and Maci climbed out of the car. “There are bottles of water in the trunk. Make sure you each grab one and drink a lot today. Also let’s put on sunscreen.” Garrett grabbed a bottle of water and put it in Susan’s backpack, put on sunscreen, and waited impatiently while the ladies gathered their things.

The ride on the monorail offered incredible views, and eventually brought the visitors to the Magic Kingdom. Garrett was enthralled with the sights, sounds and smells of the massive park, and soon began enthusiastically leading Maci and Susan from one attraction to the next. The sun was hot and the air was humid, but the excitement of the day overcame any discomfort for the boy.

At mid-morning Susan purchased more bottles of water to add to the backpack as she and Maci had already finished off the ones they brought.

Lunchtime soon approached for the hungry trio. Rather than spending time in a sit-down restaurant, Susan suggested picking up food from a quick-serve spot that served hotdogs and fries.

“What would you all like?” she said, staring at the menu.

Garrett spoke up, “can I get the corn dog nugget meal?”

“That’s fine. It comes with fries and a drink. What do you want to drink?”

“I don’t need a drink, I’m fine with my water,” he responded to Susan’s surprise.

“Are you sure?"

Garrett nodded, resolved to prove his maturity.

“Okay,” Susan said, a little impressed with her son’s choice. She was impressed with herself too, recognizing that her talk with him had made an impact.

After lunch, the four wandered over to Tomorrowland and continued enjoying the rides and attractions. Garrett couldn’t help but feel the sweltering heat was detracting from the fun and was starting to feel a bit nauseated. But he attributed it to the meal and tried to ignore the discomfort.

“Let’s stop by a bathroom,” Susan suggested after finishing another bottle of water. Maci agreed. They found a restroom nearby and agreed to meet outside once everyone was finished. “Garrett, make sure you try to go, okay?” Susan didn’t want to leave anything to chance after last night.

Garrett entered and found an open stall. He sat on the toilet seat without bothering to pull down his shorts, just grateful for some momentary shade. He didn’t have to pee, but the heat was making him dizzy and he was starting to get a little weak. Eventually, the voices of his mom and sister outside snapped him out of a semi-doze, and he joined them.

“Mom, I want to make sure we have time for Fantasyland today so we can get some photos. I definitely want one of us in front of Cinderella’s Castle,” Maci said, looking at her watch.

“That’s fine with me, as long as we can ride ‘It’s a Small World’,” Susan agreed. Maci rolled her eyes, but was willing to sacrifice if it meant she could get a few good photos to show her friends.

Garrett followed his mom and sister through the park, but his dizziness was getting worse and his legs felt like they were weighing him down. Every step felt arduous as the hot sun seemed to be relentlessly beating down on his head. He wasn’t having fun anymore, and wished they could just leave.

At Cinderella Castle, Maci posed while Susan took a few photos of her. “Let’s get some photos of all three of us,” Susan said once Maci was satisfied with her photoshoot. Garrett’s heart sank. It was late in the day and he was too hot for this.

“GOOFY! Oh my goodness, Goofy!” Susan said with childlike excitement as Goofy happened to be walking by. Goofy turned and pointed at her, acknowledging her excitement. “Goofy, will you take a photo with us?!” Susan asked with great anticipation. She was thrilled when he agreed, and she quickly recruited another visitor to be the photographer. “Here, let’s stand in front of this bench!” she instructed. “Maci and Garrett, jump up on the bench and you guys can poke your heads over his shoulders. This will be cute!”

Garrett struggled to drag himself up onto the bench. His body was weak, his mouth was dry, his head was throbbing, and his vision felt like it was narrowing. The heat was merciless, and in his state of misery he didn’t feel like he even had the capacity to think. He just hoped it would be over soon. He just wanted shade; to get out from under this oppressive heat.

“Can you get another one of us from a little further back?” Susan asked the stranger who was now holding her phone. She directed the shots, the angles, and the poses. The stranger obliged and snapped photos, and Goofy stood there patiently. Finally satisfied, she thanked the photographer and high-fived Goofy.

Maci jumped down off the bench and turned just in time to see Garrett sway and fall backwards. His legs caught the back of the bench upending him, and he landed hard on the concrete with a sickening thud.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Nov 8, 2024 at 9:17 PM
Content:

parktochter said:

damn his mom is kind of negligent. You shouldn't lesser your fluid intake just to make less bathroom breaks. I guess Susan is kind of overwhelmed with his accidents too.

Thank you for writing again, btw. I love this story!

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True, though I think It’s more poor communication than it is negligence. What she was intending to communicate to him was that his accident at the gas station, his wet bed the night before they left, and his accident in the theater were all the result of him drinking way too much soda pop. She never intended for him to not drink water. in fact, she told him and Maci to drink lots of water (I think it’s a lot easier to overindulge in soda than it is with water). But you’re right that she was negligent in not making sure he drank enough. Even though he’s 12, Garrett is immature and he overreacted, determined to prove that he wasn’t gonna have an accident. It was a huge miscalculation on his part, coupled with poor communication and lack of supervision on her part.

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Nov 10, 2024 at 6:07 PM
Content:

Tommy10 said:

1991, Best Western hotel, Dearborn, Michigan.

The pool was in a pavilion in the courtyard of the hotel. I was sprinting thru said courtyard trying to beat my older brother and sisters, and I was winning (or more likely they were letting me win). The door back into the hotel proper had only a hand latch, which was mounted higher than my line of sight (no crash bar, minimal metal frame around the edges). I plowed into this thing at full speed and 70lbs of "Tommy" at that velocity supplied enough energy to go through the glass and onto the tile floor inside. Tempered glass is not like plate - it shatters into thousands of small cubes (but still sharp) about a quarter inch or smaller instead of big, jagged shards. The only thing I was wearing was a little racer, so when I landed on the tile I accumulated probably 200 nicks/tiny cuts, head to toe, front to back. They were everywhere

Older siblings got me up and found the laundry room where an employee got the manager while one of my sisters went to the room to get our parents. Ambulance shows up, hospital does a thorough job (somehow a doctor noticed glass dust in one of my eyelids ) and hours later a Lincoln Town Car supplied by Best Western took me and my mom back to the hotel. I had a concussion and the aforementioned nicks/cuts, but no stitches thanks to the fact it was tempered glass. Had it been plate, well, it would've been VERY messy.

My parents were worried they would have to pay for the destroyed door, and Best Western was worried my parents would sue the pants off of them . We continued on with the vacation, visiting the Henry Ford Museum, but it wasn't the same. The worry and drama cast a cloud over everyone's fun and looking back it seems like we did things obligatory more than anything. To this day no one mentions any other part or memory of that vacation - it's always "remember how Tommy went through that glass door?"

Best Western had the cleanest glass doors back in those days! I never even saw it

P.S: the door was replaced before we got back from the museum the following day, this time with a crash bar and those circular stickers on top and bottom halves.

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That’s crazy, glad you weren’t More seriously injured!

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Author: bedwetterdavid
Timestamp: Nov 25, 2024 at 9:35 PM
Content: Chapter 12

Garrett was confused and felt like he was struggling to wake up. He was barely aware of voices, lights, a siren, and the sensation of being lifted.

What was happening?

There was pain. His back, his arm, his head. He would feel it, then fade out again.

“Try to stay awake buddy,” a man’s voice encouraged. But he couldn’t wake up.

Darkness enveloped him.

.....

Something bumped.

He tried to open his eyes again, feeling a gentle rocking. Was he in a car?

The siren still blared. An ambulance? “Mom?”

“I’m here Garrett,” Susan’s voice reassured him.

“Mom, my head hurts.”

“I know baby, it’s going to be okay.” She sounded scared.

Confusion, dizziness, then darkness.

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Lights, beeping, more voices.

Garrett heard Susan talking to someone. He tried to open his eyes, but the lights were too bright. Everything hurt. It felt like he was stuck in a strange dream.

“Mom?” he said squinting. “Where am I?”

“Hey Garrett,” Susan said with concern in her voice, immediately coming to his bedside, “we’re at the hospital honey.” He looked at her and noticed tears in her eyes as she brushed the hair off his forehead.

“What happened?”

A doctor and a nurse stood at the foot of his bed and his mom was sitting in a chair next to him. There were machines beeping and a tube of something going into his arm.

“You took a pretty bad fall honey. The doctor says you passed out from the heat and you hit your head pretty hard.”

Garrett tried to reach for his head and felt a shock of pain that radiated from his right elbow. “OW!” he cried, holding it with his left hand.

“Whoa, slow down buddy,” the doctor interjected, handing the nurse his clipboard and coming to the side of the bed. “I’m Doctor Haverford; you’ve got some injuries.” He paused, staring at Garrett’s eyes as if to see if Garrett was fully coherent. A few seconds later he continued, “When you fell off the bench you got a pretty good concussion. You also likely fractured your elbow. We need to keep you still for now, and just focus on getting fluids into you. Once you’re more or less back to normal we’ll start with some x-rays and check on that elbow.

As the doctor was speaking, the nurse was changing the saline bag that hung from the IV pole. She was a petite brunette who appeared to be in her early 20s. Garrett watched her, then looked back at the doctor. “How long do I have to be here?”

“Well, that depends on your concussion. When you’ve been unconscious like that, we have to be really cautious. We’re going to keep you overnight for observation at least, so we can make sure your concussion isn’t an issue. I’m going to do a quick exam, okay?” Garrett nodded and the doctor performed a neurological assessment, asking Garrett to move his eyes this way and that, and testing his motor skills and reflexes.

“All things considered, he looks pretty good,” Dr. Haverford said, turning to Susan. “He’s dizzy and a little confused, but I don’t see any evidence of anything more serious. We’ll want to watch him tonight to make sure there’s no brain swelling, but I think it’s unlikely. Looks like it’s just a really nasty bump on the head.” Then, turning to the nurse, “I’m going to go put in the order for an x-ray on his elbow. I want you to stay with him at all times and call me immediately if you notice any abnormal drowsiness, vomiting, or changes in his pain, okay?” The nurse nodded, and Dr. Haverford stepped out of the room.

“I’m Stacy, by the way!” the nurse said to Garrett with a smile. “Sounds like we’ll be buddies tonight.” Garrett managed a smile, then looked back at Susan in the chair next to him.

“I messed up the trip, didn’t I?” he said remorsefully.

“No, honey no it’s not your fault!” Susan said, her heart breaking with sympathy. “We should have been paying attention. I didn’t realize you were so dehydrated! Weren’t you drinking water?”

“Some, but I didn’t want to have...” Garrett nervously glanced over at Stacy at the foot of his bed, “...have an accident,” he whispered.

Susan squeezed his hand, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn’t help but feel guilty about how she had pressed the boy to be more responsible. Had her chastisement resulted in this catastrophe?

“Honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.” Susan fought back tears as she stared at her little boy, regretting how she had inadvertently shamed her son instead of caring for his needs.

“Where’s Maci?”

“Dad and Maci are waiting in the lobby. Dad rushed over from his class, and the doctor said we could bring in more visitors once you wake up,” Susan answered. Then, turning to Stacy, “is it okay if I go get them?”

“Sure!” Stacy replied with a smile, and Susan left the room.

“Stacy? I need to use the bathroom,” Garrett said quietly once Susan was gone. He felt an urgency to pee that had come on so suddenly he was worried that he wouldn’t be able to hold it.

“Oh good, we’ve been waiting for that!” Stacy replied. “Hang on, I need to help you though; the doctor doesn’t want you getting out of bed by yourself yet.” She began unplugging some leads from the monitor.

“Oh no!” Garrett felt a leak, and tried to clench his muscles to stop it. He reached down with his left hand and felt some padding between his legs. Some sort of pullup? The trickle of urine continued.

“I’m peeing!” he said with a panic, looking up at Stacy.

“Don’t worry honey, you’re wearing absorbent underwear.” She stopped disconnecting him from the monitor and brushed the hair on his forehead to the side with her fingers, noticing he was visibly upset. “It’s okay, just relax.”

“But…I couldn’t hold it.” Garrett looked up at her with concern as his bladder finished emptying.

Stacy furrowed her brow, “That’s something we’ll want to mention to the doctor.” She pulled back the sheets and lifted his hospital gown. “Wow, did you only pee once? These are saturated!” A blue and purple bruise on his side caught her attention. “This doesn’t look good, is your lower back bruised too?”

“I don’t know…” Garrett thought for a couple of seconds and shifted his weight to assess the pain. “Yeah, my side and back hurt, just on this side.”

“Hmm, okay. If you bruised your bladder during the fall, it’s possible that you might experience some temporary urgency. And I do see bruising here,” she said, pulling the waistband of his wet pullup down a couple inches to inspect his injury. “For now, I’m just glad you’re peeing! That means your body is working, and that’s what we want.”

There was a knock at the door, so Stacy covered Garrett up and opened the door for the family.

Dan came in first and rushed to the bedside. “Garrett! You sure gave us a scare, buddy. The doctor says you were severely dehydrated,” he said, gently hugging his son. “How are you feeling?”

While Dan and Maci talked with Garrett, Susan spoke with Stacy about the doctor’s proposed treatment plan, imaging, and what the doctor would need to see before he would be released.

“The next thing we need to do is get him into radiology for an elbow x-ray. I also want to ask the doctor about some bruising on his lower back and side, because Garrett said he felt like it was difficult to control his bladder, and I’m wondering if he may have bruised it.”

Susan was concerned, “His back hit the edge of a curb when he fell, so I think that’s the bruise you’re seeing. Is it serious?”

“I’m not sure, but if the doctor thinks so I’m sure we’ll order some imaging to check it out. For now, we have him in absorbent underwear in case we can’t get him to the bathroom in time. But it’s too soon to know when he’ll be able to go home.” Susan was grateful for the young woman’s attentive concern.

“Dan, I’m going to stay here with Garrett tonight. You and Maci should head back to the hotel and get some sleep.”

“Are you sure honey? I can stay with you if you’d like.”

“No, you have class tomorrow and it’s been a long day. It sounds like Garrett is banged up, but he’s going to be okay. You guys go.” Dan agreed and he and Maci said their goodbyes, hugging Garrett on the way out.

Once they were gone, Stacy approached the bed again. “Hey buddy, let’s get you changed, okay?”

“Can I do it myself?” he asked, hoping to avoid the humiliation of being changed by a stranger.

“Not with that elbow, sorry pal,” Stacy responded, grabbing a white adult pullup from a bedside drawer.

“Stacy’s a nurse honey, she’s used to this sort of thing,” Susan said to reassure him.

“That’s right, I do this all the time,” Stacy added, again pulling back the blanket and sheet and lifting his hospital gown. “Oh, it looks like you leaked a bit too. We’ll need to change your gown and bedding.”

Susan spoke up, “Stacy, he still wets the bed, and he wets pretty heavily when he does. We actually recently switched to plastic-backed adult diapers because his Goodnites were leaking. If you all have something like that here, it will probably save you from more sheet-changes.”

“Oh really?” Stacy said with a wry smile, playfully putting her hands on her hips and looking at Garrett. “Sounds like we have a super soaker here!”

Garrett blushed as he lay in front of the two women in his soaked pullup, and the thought of Stacy putting him in diapers made him feel even more vulnerable. But he knew he was helpless to stop the inevitable.

Stacy noticed the boy’s embarrassment. “Aw, hey it’s okay. I put diapers on people of all ages. A diaper is just a garment to manage a medical need, no different than this hospital gown. And if diapers have been helping you sleep better without leaks, then it sounds like you have a very smart mom.” She smiled at him, and Garrett managed to smile back. Then, looking back at Susan, “Maybe we have something better. If you’ll stay with Garrett, I can see if they have anything more absorbent down in the Materials Department.”

Susan agreed and Stacy embarked on her quest. “Mom, are we going to be able to go back to Disney World?” Garrett asked as Susan flipped through channels on the TV.

“Oh, honey I’m not sure if that’s a good idea after what happened today.”

“I’ll do better next time. I promise I’ll drink more water.”

Susan set the remote down and turned to her son with sympathy. “Garrett, today wasn’t your fault and nobody blames you for what happened, okay?” She rested her hand on his arm, gently rubbing it. “If the doctor says you’re okay and it’s safe to take you, maybe we can try again. But if we do, I’m going to be in charge of how much water you drink. We won’t be taking any chances, okay?”

Garret nodded. A spark of hope that the Disney adventure wasn’t over yet was all he needed.

A few minutes later, Stacy emerged through the door with a package under her arm.

“Wow, looks like you found something?” Susan inquired curiously.

Stacy set the package on the foot of the bed. “Well…maybe. I went down into Materials and asked for something more absorbent and plastic backed. They said we’ve only used those cloth-backed incontinence underwear for years and didn’t have anything else, but we did some digging and I found a few packages of these stored away in a basement storeroom.” Stacy turned the package for Susan to see better. “I’m not even sure if they’re any good; I think they’re probably older than I am!”

“Well, you’re not that old,” Susan laughed, picking up the blue plastic package. Garrett watched intently as the two women inspected it, turning it over to read the back. “Oh, look at the copyright!” Susan said pointing to the fine print on the back of the package which had a date of 1989.

“Wow, these are super old-school diapers,” Stacy said in awe of the vintage relics. “But they’re mediums so I think they should fit you. “You’re okay with wearing these, buddy?”

“Um...I don’t know.” The pullups were embarrassing enough, but the idea of Stacy putting him in diapers felt a little overwhelming.

Susan squeezed his hand to reassure him, “I don’t think those cheap hospital pullups will work honey. You need something thicker or you’ll be waking up in a wet bed, especially with all the fluids they’re giving you.”

“Yeah, and we actually want you to be peeing. If you’re making wet diapers, it means your kidneys are working properly,” Stacy added. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” She smiled at him, and Garrett felt as if his fate was sealed. But Stacy’s smile was so pretty, he almost didn’t mind.

Susan sensed Garrett’s reluctance and decided to give him just a bit more privacy. “Well, I suppose I’ll go get something to eat in the cafeteria. Garrett, are you okay?” Once he nodded, she kissed his forehead and left the room.

“Just you and me kiddo!” Stacy said cheerfully. “So...should we get you into a dry diaper?”

Garrett agreed, realizing he really didn’t have a choice. He watched Stacy as she closed the door, and he became aware of the fact that he was alone with the young woman. Stacy was pretty. Her brown hair was loosely tied up in a messy bun, and her scrubs draped gently over her slender figure. The butterflies returned to his stomach, much like the ones he had felt on the plane with Megan, the flight attendant. Though Stacy wasn’t stunning like Megan had been, somehow Garrett found her even more attractive, in a girl-next-door kind of way.

Stacy picked up the blue package of vintage diapers, her fingers eliciting a soft crinkle from the plastic. She seemed to be reading something on the back and was absorbed in thought for just a few seconds. Then she turned the package to read the label on one side, then the other side. In the quiet room, the only sounds were her gentle breathing and the delicate crinkle as she inspected the diapers. Garrett sank into a comfortable, almost trance-like state as he watched her relaxed movements, mesmerized by the attractive girl. She finally broke her concentration and spoke quietly, as if talking to herself, “hmm…okay...where do these open?”

Stacy found perforations on the top of the pack, carefully tearing the aged plastic along its perforations to reveal a row of white, shiny plastic diapers. She carefully pulled a diaper from the pack and unfolded it as Garrett watched with fascination. They were folded in fourths, and as she opened it and stretched it, the smooth, shiny plastic seemed to crinkle even more than the diapers his mom had purchased for him. These diapers didn’t look quite as thick as those, but were certainly more substantial than the pullup he was wearing. The tapes were light blue, but there were no other marks of distinction aside from four yellow stripes down the middle that appeared to be a wetness indicator.

“Well, these aren’t going to be very discreet, but I doubt we’ll have any leaks,” Stacy said with an apologetic shrug. “Alright big guy, let’s get this wet pullup off you.” She made quick work of the change, tearing the sides of the old pullup, cleaning Garrett with a wipe, and sliding the new diaper under him. Garrett watched her feminine gracefulness as she pulled the dry diaper up between his legs and snugly taped it around his hips. Her presence was comforting, and the personal attention she was giving him made him feel special.

“Okay, sit up,” she said, holding his hands and pulling him up in bed. “Let’s get this hospital gown off too. I noticed you leaked on it,” Stacy said, untying the gown in back and pulling it off his arms. Garrett felt exposed sitting in bed in nothing but his diaper while Stacy set aside the wet gown and picked up a fresh, dry one. Just then the door opened, and Dr. Haverford walked into the room.

“Okay Garrett, radiology is ready to take a look at that elbow, so we’re going to take a little trip.”

“Oh Doctor, good timing,” Stacy said, setting the fresh hospital gown back down. “I noticed some bruising on his lower back, extending around to his side. Mom said he landed on the edge of a curb when he passed out, and earlier when Garrett voided his bladder, he said he found it difficult to hold back his urine.”

“Okay, let’s have a look. Go ahead and lay back down for me buddy.” Dr. Haverford sat down on a rolling stool next to the bed, put on his glasses, and he and Stacy gently rolled Garrett onto his left side. Their hands were warm on his skin, and Garrett could hear discussion about his bruising as their fingers traced the marks on his back. Stacy gently folded down the waistband of his diaper while Dr. Haverford inspected the injury, and Garrett was painfully aware of how they were both staring at his diapered butt. “I don’t like it…has there been any blood in his urine?”

“Not visibly,” Stacy answered. “He wet his absorbent underwear earlier and it appeared normal.”

“Okay good. I want to monitor his urine output and check it for the next 12 hours. How is he with these briefs? I haven’t seen these in years. If he’s okay with them, I’d prefer not to cath.”

“He’s fine, his mom said he uses similar ones at home for managing nocturnal enuresis, so no issues.”

“Great - I want to check for any visible internal damage, just to be safe. Would you retrieve the portable ultrasound?”

Stacy left the room, and returned wheeling in a monitor on a stand with a handheld wand attached. Garrett was nervous, unsure what to expect, but the doctor assured him that it wouldn’t be uncomfortable aside from the coolness of the gel on his skin. The machine made electronic clicking noises as Dr. Haverford positioned the wand on his back, then on his side, then around onto his stomach.

“No visible damage to the kidney. Hmm, you see that?”

“I do, the view is obstructed. Could it be exacerbated by the pain meds?”

“Mmhm, likely.”

The conversation continued between the two as Garrett tried to ignore his exposed state. Susan returned through the door and paused at the sight of her son lying on the bed in only a diaper. “Oh, everything okay?”

Dr. Haverford handed Stacy the ultrasound wand and took his glasses off thoughtfully. “Yes, I think so. I wanted to check for any deeper organ damage, and from what I’m able to see I think he’s fine. However, Garrett seems to be very constipated and that makes it difficult for an ultrasound to get a clear view of the bladder.”

Susan nodded with some concern.

“Hey Garrett?” the doctor paused while Stacy placed her hand on Garrett’s hip and gently rolled him back onto his back, then helped him sit back up. “Do you remember the last time you went number two?”

Garrett looked down, focusing on the four yellow stripes on the front of the shiny white diaper he was wearing as he tried to recall the events of the last few days. “Before Disney World, I guess,” he said without lifting his head. He wished this conversation would end.

“This morning?” Susan asked, to clarify.

Garrett thought for a moment. “No, I guess it was yesterday.”

Doctor Haverford looked up at Susan, “It’s not uncommon for dehydration to cause constipation, and the pain medication we’re giving him can make things worse. Usually I would wait a bit longer, but I want to get a clearer image of his bladder tomorrow. So I’d like to give him some gentle laxatives so his bowels will clear up.”

Susan acknowledged the doctor’s plan and walked over to put her arm around Garrett, sensing his discomfort.

“Garrett, I need you to do something for me, okay?” the doctor continued. “It’s tough for me to check if you have any more serious injuries because you’re a little clogged up. So we’re going to give you some medicine to help you poop. It won’t be immediate, but it should help get things moving by tomorrow when you wake up. When you have to go, you just let Stacy know and we’ll get you to the toilet, okay? Until then, I need to check your urine to make sure there’s no blood, which could indicate internal injuries. So when you have to pee, I’m going to need you to just use your diapers for a while. The toilet is off limits for pee, okay? Probably just until tomorrow if everything is clear.”

Garrett was startled. “Okay,” he responded sullenly. He didn’t feel okay though. It was one thing to be diapered for his bedwetting, but being told the toilet was off limits while he was awake was something he never considered possible.

“For now, let’s get the elbow x-rayed. I need to see that fracture.” Stacy put the clean hospital gown on Garrett, and he was grateful to have something covering his diaper. Then she put his right arm in a sling and brought a wheelchair to his bedside.

“Just to be safe we’re going to use a wheelchair,” she explained. “Tomorrow we’ll see how you’re doing with your dizziness.” Stacy and Dr. Haverford unhooked him from the monitor and helped Garrett into the wheelchair, ensuring his IV line was free. Stacy pushed the chair while Dr. Haverford wheeled the IV tree next to them, and Susan followed. Garrett felt awkward being pushed through the hospital when he felt like he could have walked, but at this point he was too tired to ask questions.

They arrived at a room labeled “Radiology” and Dr. Haverford handed them off to a technician, promising to check back with Susan once he had the x-rays.

“Hi Garrett! My name is Charlie, sounds like you had quite a spill today,” he said cheerfully. Charlie was a portly man with crooked glasses who Garrett thought must have been Susan’s age. “We’re going to get some images for the Doctor, but I promise this should be quick and painless, okay?” Charlie asked Susan to wait outside, but Stacy pushed Garrett into the x-ray room to assist. “Let’s start with the elbow. It looks like Dr. Haverford is requesting x-rays of his lower vertebrae and pelvis too, so we’ll do that last.”

Stacy helped Garrett stand up and rest his right arm on the table as Charlie collected images of the bone. Garrett felt pain anytime his arm was moved, but Stacy gingerly positioned it as needed and kept the motions slow.

“Okay, we have what we need for that arm,” Charlie said, coming out of the control room. “Stacy, can you help me get him up onto the table? Let’s start with him on his stomach.” With the help of the two adults, Garrett was positioned face down on the table and given a pillow for his head. As he laid on his stomach, Garrett felt pressure on his bladder and realized that it had filled up again. He clenched his teeth in dread as he thought about Dr. Haverford telling him he had to use his diaper. Charlie then lifted Garrett’s hospital gown up to his armpits, putting his dry diaper on full display. “Okay, I’m going to put a lead-lined vest on your back, and then we’ll be ready.”

“Uh, Stacy?” Garrett said, his head turned to one side on the pillow. Then, in almost a whisper, “I think I’m going to have to pee soon. Should…I mean, will that mess things up?” Garrett was hoping she would take him somewhere private to pee and change him.

Charlie paused, holding the vest. “Do you need to take him to the restroom?” he asked Stacy, glancing at the diaper.

“No, it’s fine. The doctor wants to inspect his wet diapers,” she responded. Then, placing a reassuring hand on Garrett’s back, she leaned down close so she could look him in the eyes. “I know this is uncomfortable buddy. This shouldn’t take more than 10 or 15 minutes though, and then we’ll be back in your room, okay?” She rubbed his back, and her warm hand felt comforting on his skin. “But if you can’t hold it, just relax and use your diaper. Nobody here will care, okay?” Garrett nodded and put his face into the pillow, trying to ignore the embarrassment he was feeling. He was determined to hold it until he could at least pee in privacy.

Charlie placed the heavy lead vest on his back, and the weight of it seemed to double the pressure on his bladder. He clenched his muscles with all his might and listened as Charlie and Stacy discussed getting x-rays from different angles and positions. “Last one!” Charlie said finally, positioning the x-ray machine from the side. Garrett’s bladder felt like it was on the verge of bursting, but he had a spark of hope.

“Okay, let’s roll him over and we’ll get a set from the front,” he heard Charlie say. The vest was lifted, and Stacy’s gentle hands rolled him onto his back.

Stacy noticed how tense he was and glanced down at his diaper. “Are you doing okay buddy?”

Garrett couldn’t answer. His eyes were closed tight, his legs were squeezed together, and his bladder was clenched to the point where he was almost shaking.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Stacy said softly, leaning down close. “Garrett, everyone here understands your situation. You’re going to have to use that diaper at some point, so just relax and use it now, okay?”

Garrett opened his eyes and looked up at her, suddenly feeling grateful for her gentle acceptance at such a vulnerable moment. Then, without warning, Charlie placed the heavy lead vest on his stomach. Garrett was startled, and the weight of the vest pressing on his bladder caused it to give way. He audibly gasped as he felt himself begin to pee uncontrollably. Stacy noticed his reaction and glanced down at the diaper as the wetness spread, causing visible discoloration. The yellow wetness indicator began turning blue as he peed, further signaling he had lost the fight.

“Oh, shoot, I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to startle you,” Charlie said awkwardly, realizing he had caused the young boy to wet himself.

Stacy took Garrett’s hand to comfort him. “Shhh, it’s okay big guy,” Stacy assured him, taking his hand and holding it. “Just relax. Everything is fine.” Her voice, her pretty face smiling at him, and the touch of her hand caused Garrett to calm down and forget his embarrassment. He held her hand as he peed, unwilling to let her go until he was done. The diaper swelled between his legs, but the thirsty padding soaked up the urine without leaking. Garrett finally finished and involuntarily shivered, feeling a great sense of relief, and relaxed his grip on Stacy’s hand. “See? That wasn’t so horrible, was it?” she smiled. “Look, I’ll stay right here until we’re done.” Garrett was grateful and closed his eyes for the remainder of the x-rays, finally able to relax. In that moment he wished he could lay there forever, just holding Stacy’s hand.

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Timestamp: Nov 25, 2024 at 10:42 PM
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Tommy10 said:

1989, shiny plastic, bulky... Sounds like Attends.

Fun anatomy fact, the bladder lives in the retroperitoneal space. An ultrasound would be more inferior than the stomach region. Modesty for such an exam is possible, but the study itself means the Attends would not be on. Sorry, had to nerd out there

I've posted elsewhere here about a multi-day hospital stay when I was 11 (not the door incident lol), so this chapter reads very familiar

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I won't be able to be 100% medically accurate for this story, so please forgive discrepancies. But I'll have to correct you here. I attend a urology appointment every 3 months, and the urologist performs an ultrasound on my bladder with this very same machine to assess my post-void urine retention (I have a benign enlarged prostate). I wear a diaper during the procedure and I do have to pull down the waistband a little, but he is able to perform the ultrasound on my bladder without me removing my diaper. The location of Garrett's bruising is right about the top of his pelvis. It shouldn't necessitate the removal of his diaper. However, the xray might be a different story, I'm not sure. If you find out it's not accurate, dm me, don't post here haha

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Timestamp: Nov 25, 2024 at 11:19 PM
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bedwetterdavid said:

I won't be able to be 100% medically accurate for this story, so please forgive discrepancies.

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Tommy10 said:

I stand corrected

And my banter is meant to be light hearted, and not a detail by detail nit pick. Definitely no complaints here.

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bro, all I can say is I appreciate your enthusiasm for this story. I never expected it to be this popular, and you have been one of the biggest fans. Thank you! You were encouragement has kept me going when I’ve considered abandoning it.

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Timestamp: Nov 26, 2024 at 1:03 AM
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baz852 said:

love this story, easily one of the best on the site and I love that it's getting more regular updates.

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Thank you!

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Timestamp: Nov 26, 2024 at 6:01 AM
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mushytushy said:

Story is great, medical details can use some work. Falling on your back would probably not result in bladder bruising. It would be really hard to bruise the bladder. And x-ray of the elbow wouldn't take long. They would take three quick pictures and done. The concern with loss of urinary continence along with bruising and fall would indicate suspicion of cauda equina syndrome- damage to the sacral nerve routes and emergency MRI to rule out would be needed. If nerves are compressed/ fx Garrett would be going for emergency surgery. Concussion protocol would probably require Garrett to stay off his feet for at least a day so diapers and stroller would actually be somewhat indicated.

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I know it’s not perfect, but he hit the edge of a curb on his back and has a contusion which is temporarily causing urgency. His elbow X-rays did go very quick, but the torso x-rays took longer. Also, for a minor concussion they’ll let him on his feet once he’s not dizzy.

I do appreciate the enthusiasm, but If you guys insist on medical accuracy I’m not sure you'll he happy with the story

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Timestamp: Mar 17, 2025 at 8:14 PM
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mrnobody78 said:

Can someone inform me when the next chapter getting dropped out

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Just follow the thread. You’ll get notified. Unfortunately I have a lot going on and need to take the story at my own pace. I don’t have a date yet for releasing the next chapter, sorry about that.

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Timestamp: Jun 15, 2025 at 5:58 AM
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BabyBoyTrainFan said:

@bedwetterdavid, I have to comment that your story is great. I'm writing a story about 2 boys (one about 4 years older than the older) who met at a gay youth event.

One of the boys is a sleepwetter and the other is a big. The story revolves around the two boys, their family and even some Daddies/babies.

I'm not sure if this is the place for it thou. I hope they'll accept it.

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They likely won’t, anything involving sexuality and minors is prohibited on ADISC. If you want to post here, I don’t think you’ll be able to talk about them being gay or any sexual attraction.

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Timestamp: Sep 4, 2025 at 1:48 PM
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knottylego said:

Hey, @bedwetterdavid, with the forum shutting down, do you have plans to continue elsewhere? Nifty.org or AO3?

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Honestly probably not. I feel similar to Moo that I’ve lost interest. I still wear diapers, but I don’t want to invest my precious time into writing diaper fiction. It’s just not a productive use of my life. Sorry guys. But I’m grateful for the encouragement over the years.