Mark -- (Author) JimmyJam

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Author: JimmyJam
Timestamp: Aug 18, 2015 at 3:15 AM
Content: I posted this in 2011 on another website, adding installments every once in awhile. I eventually forgot about it. Found the story again a couple weeks ago and decided to pick up where I left off. Updates should occur every few weeks or so, probably no more than a few paragraphs. I welcome any criticism or advice.

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Hi, I'm Mark. For quite some time now, my OCD has been intruding on my daily life. It started with little things. Getting out of bed to make sure I had turned all the lights off, closing a window several times to make sure it was closed - that sort of thing. But now things have become more serious.

Now, any time I go to bed, I think that I have to go to the washroom, even if I just went. I get up out of bed, go to the washroom, and come back.
If I don't fall asleep within the next ten minutes, the angst builds up again and I repeat the routine. I did this six times last night, barely got any sleep.

I had to beat this, it was making my life miserable. So last week on my way home from school I stopped by the supermarket and bought some diapers. Desperate times call for desperate measures I guess. They were those Goodnights that kids who wet the bed wear. It was a little awkward walking through the store with them. Being only 14, they most definitely knew they were for me.

That night when I went to bed I was wearing my first diaper in 11 years under my jammies. It was comfy, fit me well. When I had the urge to get up and leave my bed, I just wet myself. It is so convenient, no more bathroom trips. And on Saturday mornings when I am all comfy and warm in my bed, I don't even have to get up to relieve myself, I can just let it all go in my diaper. Toddlers have it made.

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It has been a week now, and the diapers have been working fairly well. Wearing diapers has completely eliminated my OCD. The only trouble is hiding them from my parents. It isn't that hard though. In the morning I just put the diaper in a shopping bag and throw it in the dumpster on the way to school.

The other day, our class had a field trip to an amusement park. Their largest ride is a high speed 200ft rollercoaster. It was well known that every year when the grade nine class goes on this ride, at least one person walks off with wet pants.

When I found out that we were going, I knew I had to wear a diaper for this. No way was I going to wet myself in front of all my friends. Before we went on the ride you could tell everyone was nervous. Protected by the bulge in my pants, I wasn't one bit afraid.

On the rollercoaster I sat next to this shy kid named John. As the rollercoaster neared its peak I could see the fear on his face. I grabbed his hand. Just then, the rollercoaster shot forward down the track. Halfway down, nearing peak velocity, his grip tightened and I looked over as a dark spot began to form between John's legs. He was horrified and began to cry as his jeans were completely soaked. I felt sorry for him so as the roller coaster stopped I gave him my sweater to cover up. I didn't have any trouble holding it in on the ride, but later, I used my diaper while I waited in line, just out of convenience.

Anyway, I have two diapers left in the pack. I will have to get some more tomorrow.

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School went by extra slowly today. All I could think about was going to the store to get those diapers. I was a nervous wreck. When the bell rang I quickly left the school and began my walk across town to the buy and save.

When I entered, I was happy to see that there were not many people around. I guess people don't like to buy groceries on Fridays. I made my way to the baby aisle and quickly found what I was looking for, a large pack of Goodnites. I was making my way to the cash register when suddenly I saw Mrs. Clearwater, my next door neighbor! I couldn't let her see me! In a frantic move of instinct, I dove into the magazine aisle. "Whew! That was close" I said picking myself up off the floor.

However I wasn't alone in the aisle I had chosen, for there was Jake, a boy from my gym class, holding a magazine with a strange expression on his face. I froze. Jake began to stammer "Pl-ease don't te-ll any one" This made me confused, tell anyone what? This was the exact line I had been about to say. I then saw the title of the magazine: "Fashionistas of New Y". Wow, I never would have guessed. "Don't worry Jake, your secret is safe with me" I said pointing to the diapers on the floor.

We both burst out in laughter then, quite heartily. "So you need to wear diapers?" asked Jake "I don't quite understand...". Explaining the OCD to Jake would have been difficult. I thought of something else. "No Jake, I wear them because I like to, it can be a lot of fun." This was true to a certain extent, I really did enjoy wearing them. They made me feel so naughty and childlike. "Say Mike, I hope you don't find this weird, but do you think that I could try a pair out some time with you? I am really curious about what wearing a diaper would be like." I pondered this for a moment. It didn't seem like a bad idea. I liked Jake, he was cute.

"Ok Jake" I said, "We will make plans later, ok?". Jake nodded and said "Sure, I'll see you next week" leaving the aisle, his cheeks still beat red with embarrassment. I picked up my diapers and paid for them at the checkout uneventfully, stuffing them into my knapsack.

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Hi I'm Mark. It has been four years since I have posted here. A few weeks ago I turned 18. I started using diapers as a way of controlling my OCD, but that kind of backfired on me, or at least it had some unanticipated results. Things started going off track when I began to see Jake, a boy from my gym class...

He was ten minutes late. I was a bit nervous although I shouldn't have been. Me and Jake had been talking to each other at school now for a week and had made plans to meet today. My parents had gone out for the evening and Jake was coming over to try diapers.

I heard a knock at the door. Looking through the window I saw Jake wearing a hoodie pulled low over a baseball cap. You could tell he was really nervous by the way his legs were shaking. Instantly I had a burst of confidence. I opened the door. "Jake you're here!" I smiled. Jake quickly stepped in and closed the door behind him. "C-can we go to your room, like right now?" he said very abruptly. It caught me off guard. He must be really nervous. "Sure, right this way.." I said leading him upstairs to my room.

I sat on my bed while Jake stood, still shaking. "So w-w-here are the diapers?". He asked, almost crying now it seemed. I grabbed his hand. "Jake its ok, we are alone now you can relax." He shook even harder. "N-No, you don't get it Mark. I-I really have to go! I have been holding it in all day waiting to try this!" He doubled over, holding his crotch. This was not part of the plan. I quickly pulled out the bottom drawer of my dresser and fetched the pack of goodnites from underneath. I handed the pack to him. "I'll leave the room for a second and you put one of these on" I said while trying not to laugh. "On second thought, you better use two diapers. I don't want my floor getting wet." I said teasingly.

I closed the door and waited. "You can come in now." Jake said, his voice still sounding really anxious. It only took about fifteen seconds for him to get changed. I opened the door. Jake was standing there fully clothed, his face red, doing a dance like I had seen a preschool boy do while waiting in line for the bathroom. "Jake, you can let it go now, its ok!" I said giggling. "I can't!" said Jake "I really want to but my body won't let go!". He said while clenching his hands.

I had an idea. "You can't escape the tickle monster!" I shouted. "Oh no!" Jake gasped "Not the tickle monster!" He tried to back away but it was too late. I tackled him onto the bed, straddling him with my legs and pushing his shoulders down onto the mattress. I aggressively tickled his stomach. Jake howled with laughter. "No....no.....stop...please.... I can't take it!" Jake squirmed and tried to escape but it was no use. I tickled harder. "Noooooooooo!" Jake suddenly got a weird and panicked look on his face. I could tell what was happening and rested my hands on his shoulders. I could feel Jakes legs twitch against my thighs and his grip tighten on my arms. He stared at me, his eyes half shut and watering. His expression then changed becoming relaxed. 'ssssSSSSSSSSS' I could hear the faint sound as he uncontrollably wet himself. He lay back against the bed, defeated.

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Author: JimmyJam
Timestamp: Jun 12, 2016 at 8:10 AM
Content: Thanks, I will edit it.
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Mark stradled Jake's now limp body on the bed. Jake looked up avoiding eye contact, blushing with embarrassment.

"I... I j-just....peed myself" he said in a small voice. Still pinned to the bed he was so vulnerable and completely at Mark's mercy.

"Its ok Jake." Mark smiled down at him. "Thats what your diaper is for." Mark mockingly tousled Jake's hair. Jake blushed even more deeply. Mark was making him feel like a little kid.

"MARK I'M HOME. SUPPER IS..." the door sprang open. It was Mark's mom. They both looked up from the bed with panicked expression like a deer in headlights.

"Mom I can explain..." Mark demounted Jake and hopped off the bed. They had been caught in the act.

"Mark, you know that you can't have friends over when I am not here to supervise." Mark's mom said sternly. "And wrestling none the less! You know how dangerous that can be! What if you hit your head and needed to go to the emergency room?" Mark almost let out a sigh of relief. She was oblivious.

"I should probably go now..." Jake stood up and quickly strided towards the door. Marks mom stopped him.

"Oh nonsense! Stay for dinner, I brought home plently of pizza." said Mom smiling warmly. Jake stole a glance at mark, his eyes begging for help.

"uh actually mom, I think Jake has to have supper at home tonight. It's his sisters birthday" Mark fibbed.

"Oh, ok. perhaps some other time then". Mom said disappointed. Mark led Jake out of the house and on to the porch.

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Author: JimmyJam
Timestamp: Jun 13, 2016 at 2:38 AM
Content: "That was a close one." said Mark "So how do you like wearing diapers?". Jake looked around anxiously as if someone might be listening.

"Not so loud Mark. This is really embarrassing" Jake looked at his shoes and shuffled a bit.

"But you like it right? How does it make you feel?" Mark prodded.

Jake hesistated for a moment then looked at Mark with his gleaming blue eyes. "I feel all warm and fuzzy. Like i'm a little kid again." He paused. "But at the same time I have butterflies cause I am worried someone might notice..." He blushed and played with his blonde locks. "I'm going to have to walk home in these aren't I?"

Mark laughed. "Well I don't think you can go back in there and change. She might not show it, but my Mom is pretty mad at me right now." They walked down the steps.

"Can you bring my underwear to school on monday?" Jake asked. "Those are my favorite pair."

"Any thing for my 'little boy'" Mark grinned and playfully poked Jake's padded butt.

Jake glowered and grabbed his arm "I'm older and bigger than you Mark"

Mark shook off his grip "Yeah, but I am not the one who is wearing soggy diaper like a little tyke" Mark teased.

Jake frowned at Mark. "This is really unfair. You are lording this over me. The next time we do this, you have to wear one too" Jake thought for a second. "And you have to do something really embarrasing".

"Oh?" enquired Mark "What's that?"

"You will find out..." Jake said with a mischievous smile. "See you monday, Mark" Jake said as he departed.

"Have a pleasant walk home!" grinned Mark. As Jake walked down the sidewalk Mark stared after him. He was walking a bit differently and his butt was definitely a little rounder, but unless they were looking closely no one would suspect that he was wearing. The intrusion aside, the day had gone pretty well. Jake genuinely seemed to like wearing diapers. Mark had the feeling that this would be the beginning of a close friendship.

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Author: JimmyJam
Timestamp: Jun 14, 2016 at 6:41 AM
Content: My mom was quite mad about me having a friend over when she wasn't home and especially mad at me for wrestling in the house. She grounded me for a whole month. This meant that she would drop me off and pick me up from school every day, my five dollar weekly allowance was taken away, and I am not allowed to leave the house. It is a pretty brutal punishment, but my mom is like that. If she actually knew what we were up to, I am not sure what she would have done.

Over the next couple weeks, me and Jake became good friends at school. We sat next to each other in some of couple of classes and hung out at recess a bit. We have different groups of friends though, so we don't eat lunch together. But we've talked a lot in class and learned a bit more about each other. Jake was the youngest of four (wheareas i'm an only child). Jake is into fashion and sewing, but wants to keep that a secret for now. He doesn't play any sports, whearas I'm on the soccer team. We like the same video games, some of the same music, and the same tv shows. We obviously can't about diapers, but I like to throw in little comments or do little things to see if I can make Jake blush. Things like calling him 'Jakey' instead of Jake or wiping the crumbs from the corner of his mouth. One day, I even tied Jake's shoe for him when it came undone. Jake gets a bit flustered, but he never objects to the treatment. I can tell from his nervous smile that he loves the attention.
Jake has asked me private if we can meet up again, but I explained that with the grounding that wouldn't happen for a few weeks

The diapers are still working wonderfully for my OCD. Every night as I drift off to sleep I feel so relaxed. No more trips to the bathroom. Gone are the sleepless nights and I can focus more at school. The grounding has posed a bit of a problem though. First there is the problem of disposal. I can't throw them in a dumpster while biking to school anymore. Instead I keep a garbage bag behind my dresser and throw them in there. I will have to wait until the end of the month to get rid of them.

The second problem is my supply. There were only 12 diapers in the last pack of goodnites I bought and Jake used two of them. That leaves ten diapers plus the two from the previous pack. I have been using the same diaper two nights in a row, but that only gets me so far. On nights when I use it a lot I can't do that. Right now I only have four diapers left and they have to last me for two weeks. I need to get more of them.

But that leads to the third problem. I am grounded so I can't leave the house to buy them. No afterschool trips to the Buy and Save. Of course, I could sneak out, but that would be quite risky. If I got caught, it could easily mean another month or two of punishment. It still might be worth it though so I can sleep well.

Which leads to the fourth and worst problem. Even if I make it to the store, I can't afford them. Buying the second pack has completely drained my funds. I only have three dollars left. A pack of Goodnites cost twelve dollars. This is really bad because my allowance has been cut. After my grounding ends, I will still have to wait for two weeks of collecting my measly $5 allowance to get enough money to buy more.

After much thought, I came up with a plan.

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Author: JimmyJam
Timestamp: Jun 16, 2016 at 8:34 AM
Content: My alarm rang. It was 7am. Time for another day at school. I got up and took off my wet diaper, tossing it in the bag behind my dresser. Instead of opening my underwear drawer, I pulled out another Goodnite from the pack. I sighed, stepped into it, and slowly pulled it up my legs. This is going to be a hard day. I picked up the remaining three diapers and stashed them in my knapsack. I would need these for my mission. I slipped into a pair of jeans and a t shirt and took a look in the mirror. Nothing about my appearance suggested anything suspicious. I was still nervous though. I went downstairs, had breakfast, and my mom drove me to school.

First period, second period - everything went fairly normally. I chatted with friends and did my schoolwork. In the hallway on my way to my third class I stopped by a wall and took out my phone. I sent a text to Jake. "Hey Jake, can you meet me in the library at lunch? I will be in the history section". The library was a secluded place. Due to cutbacks, our school didn't even have a librarian. He texted back "Sure Mark." Excellent. I sat through two more periods of class and finally the bell rang for lunch. I headed up to the library.

I opened the door to the library and glanced around. A few people were on the computers, but other than that the place was empty. Exams weren't for another couple months, so that was to be expected. I walked past the shelves of books to the far corner of the room. I entered the history section and Jake was already there.

"Hey Mark, whats up?" Jake said in a low voice. I took a slow look around. Satisfied that we were alone I started the conversation.

"I have something for you..." Stepping closer to Jake I opened my bag, pulled out one of the Goodnites, and pressed it against his chest. For an instant Jake stared, shocked.He grabbed the Goodnite and frantically hid it behind his back.

"W-what are you doing Mark are you nuts?!" Jake was indignant. "Why did you bring this here?"

"Well, it was going to be awhile before our next meeting, so I thought why not do it at school?" I paused grinning and waiting for a response.

"No way! This is not happening! Not here at school!" Jake stepped back. I followed him until he was pinned up against the wall with my arms on either side of him, our faces inches apart.

"Cmon. You like being my little Jakey boy." I whisper into his ear. "I like it too"

"I can't.." Jake was blushing and avoiding my eyes. He was obviously thinking about doing it now. I just needed one more thing to push him over the edge.

"You are worried, I get it, but you definitely won't get caught" I ran my fingers through his hair admiring his delicate features.

"H-how do you know that?" Jake said softly, a confused look on his face.

"I've been wearing diapers at school since last week. No one suspects a thing." I lifted up my shirt revealing the waistband of a Goodnite. "I bet you couldn't even tell"

"Oh my gosh Mark" Jake giggled. He then paused for awhile thinking with a conflicted look. "I know it’s unlikely, but I just don't know what I would do if I got caught. I could never live it down"

"Jake, if you got caught I would be right there at your side. I would pull down my pants and let everyone my diaper." I said it with pride in my voice. With conviction. I meant it

"You would do that for me?" Jake said placing his hand on my cheek. I nod. "Well, alright then. I'll wear a diaper at school" Jake says grinning "But there is one thing you have to do for me first"

"Oh? Whats that" I asked.

"Step back a bit" I step away from Jake towards the end of the aisle. "There, stop. Now pull down your pants Mark" Jake smiles deviously.

"But why...?" I ask hesitant.

"Just do it Mark" Jake responds

"Alright. Not sure what you’re getting at though" I unzipped my jeans and dropped them down to my ankles, diaper now exposed.

"Close your eyes" Jake said. I comply.

"Now go. Pee in your diaper Mark" Jake said. I opened my eyes and looked at him. Oh no. He was serious.

"Really Jake? I mean....". Jake cut me off.

"Mark its only fair. I peed myself at your house and I had to bike all the way home in a wet diaper. You didn't even put one on. This will make us even" Jake said. "Now close your eyes and pee".

I sighed. He was right of course. I shut my eyes and focused. I imagined I was in front of a toilet. No scratch that, I did what I had to do every night to use my diaper. I imagined that I was a little toddler again. I bent my knees and placed my hands on legs. I tensed as the first few squirts came out. Then became completely relaxed as I let it go. I became lost in the moment. Losing all control I involuntarily let out an "Ahh" sound. My diaper was full and warm. Jake called me back to reality.

"Wow Markie, you really had to go". I blushed and opened my eyes. Jake was holding his phone up, recording.

"WHAT THE HELL JAKE!" I shout in my loudest whisper. I bolted towards him - unfortunately forgetting about the pants around ankles. I fell flat on my face laid there. Jake suppressed his laughter and tried to record for a few moments before shutting the camera off. It was useless, the camera was shaking too much. Jake knelt down.

"Markie baby, you have to remember to pull up your pants after you go potty!" Jake teased. Ordinarily I would have shot back at him but wearing that wet diaper I felt weak.

"Just help me up, ok." I said. Jake lent me his hand and hoisted me up. I quickly pulled up my pants over the swollen diaper. "And you better delete that video..."

"I can't, Its in the cloud" Jake said pulling his phone away. "Just think of it like an insurance policy ok?" I frowned at him and considered it. I would have to take the risk.

"Well, I guess if thats what it takes. Can we get changed now?" I said.

"Sure" Jake laughed "We can get changed" Jake and I left the library and headed to the washroom.

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Author: JimmyJam
Timestamp: Jun 17, 2016 at 5:21 AM
Content: Sorry about all the errors and stuff. I can't edit the first couple posts because they are too old. I change writing perspectives sometimes, still trying to figure out what works best. @FoxyDL I edited it so they go to the washroom to change now.
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Jake and I entered the second floor washroom. There was only one stall so we took turns changing. I went first obviously as I badly needed the change. I couldn’t put the wet diaper in my knapsack so I exited the stall holding it.

“What are you going to do with that?” said Jake. I looked at the diaper.

“Well, I don’t want to get my bag all wet.” I said and thought for a moment. “And we probably shouldn’t throw it in the trash. We don’t want some kid finding it and telling everyone.”

“Here. I will put it in my bag. I have an empty compartment” Jake said taking the rolled up diaper. He shoved it into the compartment and zipped it up. The thought of him carrying that around made me blush for some reason. Jake went into the stall, changed, and then exited. We left the washroom and went down to lunch, going our separate ways to sit with our groups of friends.