Garretts Diapered Trip - Chptrs 1-12

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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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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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Thank you all for the feedback!

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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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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!

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

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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

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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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.

[bedwetterdavid]

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.

[bedwetterdavid]

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 ?

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

[bedwetterdavid]

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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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 ?

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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parktochter said:

Thanks for another great chapter! I love that story

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

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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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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.)

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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Bigt84015 said:

U can do that??

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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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.

[bedwetterdavid]

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!

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

[bedwetterdavid]

Bertie63 said:

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

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

[bedwetterdavid]

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?”

[bedwetterdavid]

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