Two Thousand Miles In Diapers part 1 and 2

This story is not mine! It came from deeker!!


Jeremy was a ten-year-old boy with a weak bladder. He was able to get to
bathrooms easily enough during the day, but at night he had to wear diapers.
Every night he would get several thick layers of cloth tightly pinned around his
body and then wear big, bulky, noisy plastic pants over them. He wore no
pajamas, just the shirt he had been wearing that day and his diapers. He didn't
like having his thirteen-year-old sister Jody see him every night in diapers,
but he was used to it as was she, especially since they had to share the same
bedroom in their small rental house.
As their mother often had to work long hours on the swing shift at the
nearby diner, Jody often had to diaper him up every night. Their father put in
long hours at his job, too and was rarely home to see the kids for more than a
couple hours before they had to go to bed. Most of the time Jeremy was already
in his diapers by the time his father came home.
Jeremy and Jody were both born and raised in suburban New York City.
Jeremy was in the fourth grade and his sister was in the seventh grade. When
Jeremy got to school he dealt with many of the same problems the inner city kids
faced in their schools. The bathroom was a dreadful place, for one thing. Kids
would go in there to buy and sell drugs and cause trouble for the others who
just needed to take a leak or a dump. Jeremy hated walking into the bathrooms,
but he had to either use them or he would pee his pants.
Things changed for the worst for Jeremy one day when he went into the
bathroom, desperately in need of a urinal, and was confronted by a group of
sixth-grade boys. They had asked him to try taking some drugs, but Jeremy knew
better and refused. When he showed his resistance, the boys wouldn't let him
leave the bathroom. He tried to escape their blockade, but the boys held him
back. When Jeremy threatened to tattle on the bullies for their drugs and for
harassing him they beat up on him. They punched him in the face, kicked him
while he was lying on the floor, and they stole his lunch money for that entire
week. His jacket and his shirt were torn. He was given a wedgie so hard that it
ripped the waistband away from the seat of his underpants. By the time the
episode was over his face was swollen and he had a black eye and a bloody nose.
Tears streamed from his eyes as they diluted the crimson deposits of dried blood
around his mouth.
The worst part of this tormenting was that he ended up wetting his pants.
He had to wear them wet for the entire day. His classmates caused him unbearable
humiliation as the crotch and legs of his pants were soaked in urine. He went
home from school that day and came into his house crying. He humbly explained
the situation to his sister Jody, who got home from school just before he did.
His pants had dried by then and he didn't tell her about the wetting.
"Just take a stand against them!" she said to her brother.
"They're sixth graders, and they're big and they carry knives!"
"Why don't you tell the principal?"
"That's why they beat me up, I was gonna tell on them!"
"Well, you can't stay away from the bathrooms, not with your problems,"
Jody said. "I'd hate to see you wet your pants in school."
"Well, actually..." Jeremy started to tell her.
"You did, didn't you?"
"Yes!" Jeremy said, burying his crying face into his hands.
"You may have to wear your diapers to school," Jody replied bluntly.
"No! I won't wear diapers to school!" Jeremy refused.
"What else are you going to do?"
"I dunno," he said as he sat down in the chair and continued to cry.
"Why don't you go change your pants?" Jody suggested. "That'll make you
feel better."
When Jeremy went into his bedroom he ******** off his jeans and tried to
locate one of the other pairs he had, but his mom had taken them to the
Laundromat that day on her only day off that week. Jeremy was forced to sit
around in his briefs until his mom returned.
Jeremy was too upset to explain what happened to him so Jody told their
mom instead.
"He got beat up in the bathroom at school," Jody explained. "So he wet his
pants because he was afraid to go in there again."
"Oh gosh!" his mom said.
"I'm sorry, mom!" Jeremy cried some more. "They're gonna beat me up again!
I just know they will! They tried to make me take drugs, and then I tried to get
away from them and then they beat me up!"
"Can't you go to the bathroom at another time?" his mom suggested.
"No! The teacher won't let us leave class!"
"Well, just be careful when you go in. If you see anybody you don't like,
just leave and find another bathroom."
"Those kids are all over the school, Mom! Everywhere you go, it's drugs
and guns and knives and...sniff...I hate it here! I wish we could move!"
"Well, we're pretty much stuck here, I'm afraid. I hate it, too. I wish we
never left Boise when your father and I got married," their mom said. "Here's
your pants," she said as she handed him a dry pair.
Jeremy could never again feel safe when going into a school bathroom after
such a horrifying experience. He feared that the boys were going to attack him
again, and just when he thought he had overcome his developing fear of the
bathroom and returned, the same boys were in there. When Jeremy saw them he
immediately retreated and fled as the boys began to chase him down the hall. His
fears were renewed and they intensified to the point that Jeremy avoided
restrooms completely. He was not allowed to go during class since students
abused this time for trading drugs and engaging in other illicit activities that
were all too common in the school.
Jeremy always needed to be near a bathroom and use it often during the
day, lest he wet his pants. His fears prevented him from entering the dank,
smelly, graffiti-laden and filthy restrooms. As a result, Jeremy's weak bladder
could not withstand having to hold urine for such a long time. He found out the
hard way what happened when he didn't get to the bathroom. He tried asking his
teacher to make an exception for him and allow him to use the bathroom when no
other students were present, but since students had used bathroom breaks during
class for illicit activities, this was strictly forbidden in the school. He
asked teachers to escort him into the bathroom during recess and lunch, but
nobody would accommodate his request. The teachers already had their hands full
maintaining order with the other students.
It was the third time that Jeremy came home from school with wet pants,
even though precautions were taken by then to prevent the problem, mainly,
limiting his intake of fluids, which worked to an extent. His Mom had already
left to go to work. The father worked just as long of a shift at the factory. As
usual, only Jody was there to greet Jeremy and deal with his problem.
"You did it again!" Jody exclaimed as Jeremy walked into the house bawling
like a baby. "This is third time you've peed your pants at school!"
"I don't know what to do!" Jeremy sobbed. "I can't go in the bathroom
"Either you have to overcome this fear or you'll have to start wearing
diapers to school, too!"
"No!" Jeremy screamed.
"Fine! Wet your pants in school! I don't know what else I can do to help!"
Jody hollered in frustration. "You know, you don't have to wear the same diapers
to school as you wear to bed. I know your pants would never fit over those. I'll
pick up some Goodnites at the store and you can start wearing those."
Jeremy hesitated and thought for a moment. He remembered seeing Goodnites
advertised on TV. They were supposed to be discreet, look like real underwear
and they "virtually disappeared under pajamas." He decided this would be better
than wetting his pants in school.
He went with Jody to the store to buy groceries. While they were there
they went down the diaper aisle and located the Goodnites. Jody picked up a
package and handed it to Jeremy. Jeremy looked around him, hoping that nobody
was watching. He quickly glanced over the package and then threw it in the cart
so it would blend in with the cart's other contents.
"Well, do you think they'll work for you?" Jody asked.
"I think so," Jeremy answered quietly.
After they returned home Jody pulled the Goodnites out of the bag and
tossed the package to Jeremy.
"Here, why don't you try one now?" Jody suggested.
"Now?" Jeremy asked.
"Might as well find out how they're going to work before you go to
Jeremy went back into this bedroom and exchanged his underwear for one of
the Goodnites. He pulled one of the garments out of the pack and slipped one of
them on, just like it was a pair of underpants. He then pulled his jeans up over
them. When he went back out to the front room Jody told him to remove his pants.
"Why?" Jeremy asked.
"I want to be able to see if they leak on you. Besides, how many times
have I seen you in your cloth diapers-- like every night?"
Jeremy blushed as he took his pants off and strutted around in his
Goodnites. Jody then gave him a large glass of water to drink so the test of the
Goodnites could be expedited. Jeremy sipped the water down and then went about
his usual activities of watching cartoons and reading books.
It wasn't too long before Jeremy felt that he needed to go to the
bathroom. He started to go into the bathroom, but Jody told him he needed to pee
in his Goodnites to see how they worked. She told him to try holding it until he
couldn't hold it any longer since this was what he would probably do in class.
Jeremy sat back down and waited for the pressure to increase in his system. When
it reached an uncomfortable level he released the flow into the Goodnites. They
soaked up the urine and the chair beneath him remained dry. Jody looked closely
at his crotch and told him to open his legs so she could check his Goodnites.
She ran her hand over the front of the garment and unintentionally detected an
erection underneath. She pulled away, knowing that he was embarrassed for having
her feel it.
"Feels dry. See how much more it can take."
"I want to change now," he said.
"And where are you going to change at school? The bathroom? Sort of
defeats the purpose of wearing them, and you won't go in there anymore."
A couple hours later Jeremy needed to pee again. This time the Goodnites
leaked urine out of them and they became too saturated to take any more wetting.
"As long as you don't drink a lot, I think you can make it through a
school day," Jody said. "Maybe," she said to herself as if to be having doubts
that they would hold up for an entire day.
By then it was about 8:00 at night, which was when Jeremy was usually put
into his nighttime diapers. They were much thicker than his Goodnites,
especially since Jody always put several layers on him.
When the morning came Jeremy was taken out of his soaked diapers by his
Mom. She noticed the opened package of Goodnites sitting on top of his dresser
and asked where they came from.
"We got them at the store yesterday," Jeremy said. "Jody said I should try
wearing them to school."
"Okay," his mom agreed. "I suppose that's better than coming home in wet
pants." She put away the briefs she was about to give Jeremy and handed him one
of the Goodnites instead. He slipped them on and went off to school, feeling
somewhat confident now that he would make it through the day without getting his
pants wet.
In spite of having some protection underneath his pants, Jeremy's
classmates still teased him about his recent wetting episodes. He felt nervous
when he felt the first signs of needing to pee building in his bladder. When the
bell rang for recess that morning he walked out to the playground and went to a
corner where he stood and let the wetness pour into his Goodnites. He looked
around to see if anyone was nearby, and upon confirmation that he was alone he
unzipped his pants and examined the garment. It was dry on the outside and it
looked like it was holding up for the first wetting. The only thing that
concerned Jeremy now was that it was only 10:00 in the morning and he had
another five hours to go. He wasn't sure his Goodnites could last that long.
At around lunchtime Jeremy was faced with having to pee again. He thought
about going into the bathroom, but when he approached the door he felt himself
tremble and shake, recalling what happened just a few days ago. He couldn't go
in there, especially since he could hear several other boys making a ruckus. He
walked back outside and returned to his corner on the playground where some
third grade girls were playing. He slowly let the stream out of his body, but
the Goodnites reached a saturation point and they began to leak. A smaller, but
noticeable spot appeared on the front of his jeans, enough to draw the attention
of the girls. They giggled and pointed at Jeremy as he walked away crying.
Everyone taunted Jeremy, who felt that there was no hope for him but to get some
bigger pants and wear his night diapers to school.
Jody proposed another solution. She had Jeremy try wearing a few extra
pairs of underpants over his Goodnites so that they could absorb any leakage.
This arrangement would make things thicker underneath his pants and more diaper-
like, and the added bulk would show. He was able to get five pairs of underwear
on over his Goodnites before his pants could no longer fit. Jody made Jeremy go
around without his pants again so she could see how effective this method would
be. Just like she did before, Jody gave him extra "doses" of water, giving him
more this time. After two good wettings, the Goodnites were wet and they soaked
through into the briefs, though they helped to absorb what would have otherwise
gone into Jeremy's pants had he been wearing them.
Jody decided to see what could happen if Jeremy wet into them a third
time. In the middle of dinner Jeremy looked at her and said, "oh, oh,"
"What? You need to go again? Then go!"
"No, I need to go the other way," Jeremy said quietly.
"You need to poop?"
Jeremy nodded his head.
"Well, just let it go. You poop in your diapers, too, and this will let us
see how well Goodnites work for Number Two."
Jeremy slowly released his stools and they smeared into the seat of his
Goodnites. He felt the sticky glob spreading all over his backside. The smell
wafted into the air and didn't blend well with the eating atmosphere. Jeremy
then finished his meal and went into the bathroom to clean up and take a bath.
When he took his underpants and his Goodnites off he noted how his bowel
movement covered the entire back half of the Goodnites and spilled out into his
briefs, though the legs and above the waist. He got the stinky mess cleaned off
of him before he jumped into the bathtub. Several small fragments of fecal
matter were floating around in the bath water by the time he was finished.
He left the bathroom and walked through the house naked as he carried the
soiled pair of Goodnites to the trash. He pulled them out of the set of
underpants that were still bunched together from taking them off at the same
time. Jody asked him how they did and Jeremy said, "they didn't." Jody looked
inside his underwear and saw the spillage near the leg openings and the waist.
The stool residue was thin and runny-looking, an indication that Jeremy was
getting diarrhea again, so she diapered her brother extra thickly tonight.
The next morning came and Jeremy's mom faced the unpleasant task of
changing his diarrhea-filled diapers. Because he had his diapers on so thick his
mom didn't even know he had diarrhea until she got to the inner layers of his
diapers. Things were running behind schedule and Jeremy had to hurry with
getting himself cleaned up again before going to school. When he got dressed he
put on a pair of Goodnites and five clean pairs of underwear. He barely got his
pants over his underwear and the waistbands showed two inches above his pants.
Three waistbands were exposed in the rear. His pants bulged out enough that a
casual observer could see that he had more padding underneath, and those who did
notice laughed at him. Some thought he was wearing diapers, but when they saw
that he just had several pairs of briefs on-- not knowing a pair of Goodnites
was farther down inside-- they ridiculed him for wearing his underwear in this
fashion. The extra pairs helped to absorb what the Goodnites alone didn't catch,
but it wasn't enough to keep his pants from getting wet.
The only thing left to do, short of Jeremy wearing larger pants to fit
over his diapers, was for him to wear his plastic pants over the Goodnites and
extra pairs of underwear. Jody had him try his plastic pants on, but without the
huge bulk of his diapers, only a large pillow of air surrounded Jeremy's body
with the tight waistband and leg bands holding it inside. The plastic pants went
up far too high on his body to be worn comfortably with the waistband running
just below the nipples on his chest, and they were too noisy to walk around in.
They would also be a big distraction in the classroom. Jody thought of one other
option, stuffing a couple more pairs of folded briefs inside of the Goodnites to
serve as doublers. Jeremy didn't really care anymore what he had to wear to
school since everyone knew he was a pantswetter. This was proven to be the most
effective way to deal with Jeremy's wetting problem, and while his pants
remained dry throughout the school day, it created even more laundry.
Jeremy's mom continued to buy Goodnites for him to wear to school, but she
hoped he would overcome his fear of the bathrooms there. She told him that with
the money she had been spending on Goodnites she could have just as easily
bought a bigger pair of pants and made Jeremy wear his regular diapers all day.
If it weren't for the fact that school was about to get out for the summer, she
would have started sending Jeremy to school in his enormous cloth diapers. She
did inform him, however, that this would be the case upon returning to school
next fall if he wasn't going to use the restrooms at school. Jeremy didn't
foresee any hope of his situation ever changing. He was only in the fourth grade
and he still had eight years to go.


Jeremy was so excited to hear the big news one hot July Afternoon. In the
midst of his prospects of possibly attending school next year in his thick cloth
diapers, he found out that he and his family were going to be moving. He didn't
know where they were going, but he looked forward to leaving the city and the
school where he carried the indelible reputation of being a pants-******.
The decision to move was prompted by a letter that the father received
from his own parents back in Boise, Idaho. Both of Jeremy's parents had grown up
in Boise and they moved to New York fifteen years ago when they got married.
They both had come from dysfunctional families. The father never got along with
his family and they didn't agree with his decision to get married, so he eloped
with his girlfriend, now his wife.
The father suffered an abusive childhood. He was a bedwetter until age
seven. Whenever he wet the bed he was spanked and brutally beaten and then put
into diapers. This was just one of several issues that built up such a great
resentment that the father decided to get married as soon as he could so he
could get away from his parents. The day he turned eighteen he dropped out of
school, eloped and took off for New York City with his wife-to-be.
The mom's childhood wasn't much better. Her own mother was a single parent
until she got married. Her mother later died in a car accident when she was
sixteen and was forced to spend two years in the custody of her stepfather, who
she highly detested. He was drunk all the time and didn't give a damn about her
well-being. She was only seventeen when she moved out and fled with her
boyfriend to New York, assuring them a safe distance from their former
Because of the bitter relations of the past and the fact that Jeremy's
family had no telephone, letters were the only means of communication between
Boise and New York City and were seldom sent. His father's parents had asked for
forgiveness for everything they had done and they invited the family to "come
home," back to Boise, Idaho. At the bottom it read, "if you're at all serious
about coming home, I'll be expecting you in a couple weeks. If I don't see you,
then, well, have a great life in New York."
The letter touched upon Jeremy's father as he read it and wiped a tear
from his eye. While the letter was warm and inviting, it also reflected the
stern and stingy ways of Jeremy's grandfather. He would allow the family to stay
at his house for a couple nights but they would be responsible for finding a
place to live and other expenses. Jeremy's dad didn't have long to make a
decision to retain his welcome on Boise.
Jeremy and Jody looked forward to seeing their grandparents for the first
time. It was agreed that time had healed the scars of the past and so it was
time to make amends. Everyone was also tired of the crime, pollution, noise and
crowding in the city. Jeremy looked forward to entering a new school with a
clean slate. Maybe he could make some friends and at least be liked by somebody.
By the end of July the family moved out of their rental house. In the
meantime they had packed only the items they needed to take with them and those
which were of sentimental value. The rest of it was sold off or given away. As
the house they rented was furnished, they didn't need to move any chairs,
couches or beds.
Jeremy's clothes were the last thing of his to be packed. He watched his
Mom as she packed away his pants, shirts, socks and underwear into one box. In
another larger box went his diapers. Each one was neatly folded and stacked atop
one another, filling the box completely. All of the diapers showed signs of
wear. They were fluffy and soft from being washed so many times. Every one of
them had lost their virgin white gleam and appeared grayish and dingy. They were
marked with stains from Jeremy's wetting and messing into them. His huge pairs
of plastic pants were placed atop these in the box. The other supplies such as
the powder, wipes and the container of safety pins went in last.
Jeremy knew what limits his weak bladder imposed upon him in school when
he used to use the bathroom there. Now he was faced with a situation in which
his bladder's capacity had yet to be tested. He was about to embark on a journey
across the United States in the confinement of a car. He convinced his parents
that he would do okay without wearing diapers in spite of his own doubts. Since
his diapers were so thick, he couldn't wear any pants over them and he didn't
want to be stuck in the car with his diapers fully exposed to anyone who saw him
along the way.
"Okay, we'll start out without putting you in diapers," Jeremy's mom said,
"but if we think you need them, then you *will* wear them, understand?"
"Yes, mom," Jeremy replied.
"We'll be driving over two thousand miles, you realize."
"Two thousand miles?" Jeremy gasped, surprised that he would be traveling
such a long distance with his family.
"Oh yes, Boise is a long ways from here."
"How long will it take?"
"If we drive day and night, about three days. We won't be making many
stops, just for gas and groceries. No restaurants, no motels-- so, are you sure
you can handle it?"
Jeremy said "yes," but he wasn't so sure himself that he would make it
without any accidents in his pants. DAY 1
Early the next morning Jeremy was taken out of his wet diapers, which were
given a quick wash in the bathtub so the family wouldn't have to endure the odor
during the long ride in the station wagon. It was an older car and everyone felt
skeptical as to whether or not it could survive the trip out west. Even after
they had sold off several things they had still kept enough stuff to fill every
available space in and on the car. Their belongings were strapped to the top of
the station wagon, stuffed into the rear compartment and some of them were even
piled into the back seat. This arrangement forced Jeremy and Jody to sit closely
next to each other.
They made one more stop for some food and drinks before leaving New York
City. They had trouble getting the car started as they were leaving the grocery
store, further arousing uncertainty as to how far they would make it on their
journey given such early indications of the car's condition. After several
stubborn tries, they got the car running again and headed out of New York City
westbound on Interstate 80. By 8:00 A.M. they were finally on the road. Jeremy
took one last look at New York City's skyline disappearing into the distance.
Because of Jeremy's weak bladder, being confined to a car for such
extended periods made it difficult for Jeremy to sit comfortably without feeling
his bladder filling up so quickly. The hot weather and the lack of air
conditioning in the car had everyone drinking plenty of fluids to keep cool.
Even at the time of morning that it was before the day turned hot, Jeremy was
thirsty and had already drank some water and a can of pop. They had hardly gone
thirty miles when Jeremy requested that his dad stop the car.
"I need to go to the bathroom, dad," the boy whined.
"Can it wait until I stop for gas?" his dad asked his son.
"No, it can't!"
"You're gonna have to hold it! You told us you could handle this trip
without your diapers!"
Jeremy settled back down in his seat and sighed. He knew his time was
running out quickly before peeing his pants.
A few miles later the boy's voice rang out again. "Daaaaaad!!"
"Aww, dammit, okay, I'll stop!" Jeremy's dad grumbled.
He then reluctantly pulled out of the heavy freeway traffic and stopped on
the shoulder of the busy highway. Jeremy located a grouping of bushes where he
could empty his bursting bladder. As Jeremy returned to the car his dad was
trying to start it again. He was cursing and hitting the steering wheel out of
"Dammit! I can't get the son of a ***** to start!" his angry dad yelled.
"This is another reason I don't want to keep stopping!"
After several more tries he got the car running again and the family
continued on their trek. For another hour things were going smoothly and the
next fillup was still a couple hours of driving away, but Jeremy couldn't hold
his bladder for that long as he needed to pee again. He knew that his dad
wouldn't want to stop again, but Jeremy couldn't ignore the feeling of needing
to pee.
"Maybe if you didn't drink so much damn pop that would help!" his dad
shouted impatiently back to him.
"It's hot and I'm thirsty! I have to!"
"Can you wait until we fill up?" his dad asked.
"But dad, *I* am filling up!" the boy pleaded. "Besides, what if you need
to go? Or mom? Or Jody?"
"Everyone will use a bathroom when I fill up the tank, but that's it! We
discussed this before we left!"
Jeremy sat in his seat and grimaced as the pressure intensified in his
bladder. Jeremy tried to hold his pee as long as he could, hoping the next gas
stop would be coming up soon. The tank was still registering almost half full,
so he knew it would be awhile longer before his dad would stop the car. Jeremy
couldn't stand the pain and was in a desperate need of relieving himself.
"I can't hold it any longer, dad!" he cried in a strained voice. "I've
gotta go really bad! Pleeez!"
"Oh, for God's sake!" his dad exclaimed. He abruptly hit the brakes and
slowed down the car and pulled it off to the shoulder. The car behind them
almost plowed into their car and its driver flipped them the bird.
"Make it fast!" his dad shouted as Jeremy threw open the back door and
walked against the dangerous approaching traffic to get to a small ditch just
off the road, the only such place around he could have any privacy. He stepped
over a barbed wire fence and ripped his already shabby-looking pants, but he
didn't care. He was just glad to avoid peeing his pants. After trudging through
some mud and tall, scratchy weeds, Jeremy found the spot he sought to be out of
view of dozens of passing motorists.
Jeremy could hear his dad trying to start the car again as he walked
towards the vehicle and got into the back seat. He knew he had blown his last
chance to request a roadside stop. As Jeremy expected, his dad was highly
agitated by the car's stubborn ignition. He feared that his dad would yell at
him for making him stop so often, and he was right.
"No more stops, Jeremy!" his dad yelled. "I can't deal with getting this
damn car started again every time you need to pee!"
Luckily the car started again and the family was able to return to the
road. They had traveled over 200 miles before making the first fuel stop in
central Pennsylvania. When the father pulled up to the fuel pump he said, "this
is your only chance for a bathroom for awhile, Jeremy, so you'd better use it."
Jody and her mom had gotten out and gone into the restroom to take care of
their own full bladders. Jeremy didn't need to go now, but he decided that he
should try to eliminate anything he had in his system since he knew his dad
wasn't going to let him out of the car anymore.
Jeremy entered the restroom and stepped up to a urinal. He tried to
eliminate any pee that he may have built up since the last stop but he could
only produce a trickle. As he was leaving the restroom his dad came in and
confronted him.
"You *did* go, didn't you?" his dad asked.
"Yes Dad," Jeremy responded on his way back out to the car.
After the car was filled up the family resumed their drive in their old
station wagon. It took a few tries to get the car started, and once it did,
Jeremy's dad turned around and looked at him straight in the eyes and said,
"now, until this gas gauge says 'empty', I am not stopping this car!
"Yes, dad," Jeremy answered quietly. His dad hit the accelerator and
returned to the highway.
Jeremy managed to survive the next couple hours of the drive comfortably,
but then he felt his bladder filling up again. He looked up towards the front of
the car and noted that the fuel gauge was still a long ways from registering
empty. He hoped that he could hold it until then. As the discomfort built up in
his body, Jeremy felt desperate. He knew he was risking having his dad yell at
him, but the boy didn't know what else to do.
"Dad?" he asked.
"I know, I know! You need me to stop!" his irritated dad snapped. "I told
you, NO! NO! NO! I said it and I meant it, no more roadside stops! Period! I
don't want to stop this car any more than I have to!"
Jeremy sighed in despair, knowing that he would surely wet himself now. He
tried with all his might to hold back the flood that was about to occur in his
pants. He looked over at Jody, who acknowledged his discomfort and knew what was
about to happen.
Jeremy couldn't take it any longer. He had to let his urine stream go
loose and as he did, he soaked his pants all the way down the legs and back into
his rear end, getting the car seat wet.
"Mom! Dad!" Jody yelled. "Jeremy peed his pants!"
"Terrific!" the dad shouted. "Since he can't make it between fuel stops
like the rest of us then I say we put him back in his diapers! He can sit back
there in his wet pants until we stop!"
His mom turned around and looked at Jeremy. She said, "Remember what we
told you?"
Jeremy nodded his headed and sobbed as he knew what lay ahead for the
remainder of the trip. He began crying as he felt he could do nothing about his
wetting situation. He just wanted to get this miserable long, slow car trip over
with soon. Each mile passed by ever so slowly as Jeremy awaited the next fuel
stop. He knew that when they got to the gas station at which they stopped in
Youngstown, Ohio, just beyond the Ohio-Pennsylvania border, he would get put
into diapers.
Jody and her mom left the car to use the restroom while the father pumped
gas into the car. Jeremy rummaged through the pile of boxes in the back of the
car and on the seat hoping to locate the box that contained his pants so he
could change out of the wet pants he was wearing. The father finished pumping
gas and opened the car door to ask Jeremy what he was after.
"I'm looking for my clothes dad; I need to change my pants," the boy said.
"Leave that stuff alone!" his dad shouted. "Your mother and sister will
take care of you when they get back!"
Meanwhile the father went inside the store to pay for the gas and to use
the bathroom. He didn't even ask Jeremy if he needed to go. Jeremy did need to
pee, but he was too embarrassed to enter the building wearing ****-soaked jeans.
Jody soon returned from the bathroom and walked up to the back of the car and
rooted around through the boxes.
"Can you find my pants, please?" Jeremy asked his sister.
"That's not what I'm after," Jody replied. "Mom told me to put your
diapers on you, so I'm getting those!"
Jody did not carry any sympathy in her voice and she acted as if she
agreed that her brother be diapered for the rest of the trip westward. Jeremy
knew he had no choice, so he didn't argue over the issue of wearing diapers for
the car trip, but he felt so awkward to be in a public place such as the busy
gas station with motorists zipping in and out. Just as their parents returned to
the car, Jody had located the box that contained Jeremy's diapers and brought it
up to the back seat.
The car was driven over to a small shaded picnic area in the corner of the
gas station lot where they could eat and Jeremy could get diapered. The mother
got some food ready to serve while Jody had Jeremy lie down on the grass and
await his diapering. Jeremy hoped that the people entering and exiting from the
station were not looking over at him in such a compromising state. He had taken
off his pants and his dingy, yellow- stained briefs and lay on the ground naked
with grass blades poking lightly into the tender skin of his bottom. Just as she
had done at home, Jody ensured that Jeremy's bum was powdered up generously
since he would have to wear the diapers for several hours before he would be
Jody prepared two of the thick, heavy white diapers and put them
underneath Jeremy's bottom. She triple-pinned each side of the diapers and then
unfolded the big plastic pants that would soon enshroud the white layers of
cloth that surrounded Jeremy's skinny body. She pulled the big pair of plastic
pants up, running them over his stick-like legs and snapping the tight waistband
over his stomach. The leg bands left abrasions around the tops of Jeremy's
thighs as they sealed up his bottom and his crotch from leakage. The plastic
pants fit so tightly at the legs and the elastic was cutting a red ring around
Jeremy's upper thighs. Jody went around him and tucked in the diapers where they
were sticking up out of the plastic pants. Several people had driven by and saw
the boy standing there in such thick diapers around his butt.
Jeremy wanted to go back into the car and sit down where he was out of
view of the other people, but Jody dragged him over to the picnic table where
the parents got out the food and told him it was time to eat now.
"I want my pants!" Jeremy cried as he was being led by his older sister.
"They're not going to fit, Jeremy!" Jody said. "Your diapers are much too
thick! You know that!"
Jeremy started crying as he planted his amply-padded rear down on the
bench in plain view of the people going in and coming out of the station. He ate
his sandwiches and potato chips in spite of how terribly embarrassed he felt to
be in public wearing diapers. Jeremy knew he was being stared at as people went
by, but he faced away from the driveway of the gas station to avoid looking at
others. His white-diapered rear end contrasted so brightly against his blue
After the family packed things up they headed back out to the highway and
continued on their trek through Ohio. Jeremy tried to sit comfortably in the car
with a thick bunch of diapers underneath him and around him. He tried to close
his legs and keep the wide, thick crotch out of Jody's view, but he could not
close his legs or do anything to hide any portion of his diapers. His shirt had
ridden up and exposed the high rise of the diapers on his body. Jody was looking
at him, proud of the way she diapered him and feeling glad that she wasn't the
one having to wear them.
Jeremy later got settled down and resigned himself to having to wear
diapers for the remainder of the trip. He grabbed the road map and looked at it.
He traced the route they were traveling and located eastern Ohio. The trip
seemed like it had taken forever already. Jeremy couldn't believe that they had
only traveled such a relatively short distance so far on their way to Idaho.
Boise was still over two thousand miles away, and for Jeremy, it would be two
thousand slowly passing miles in diapers.
Just a few miles after they had left Youngstown, Jeremy felt his need to
pee intensifying. Even though he was tightly bound into his diapers, his first
inclination was to ask his dad to stop, which he knew now would have been
completely pointless. Jeremy's weak bladder couldn't take too much more of the
pressure and he let his urine stream flow into the thirsty wall of cloth that
ran over his stomach and through his crotch. Jeremy was used to getting changed
in the mornings and he never had to go for several hours while sitting awake in
wet diapers, but this time he would need to get used to the wet sensation for a
lot longer. Jeremy felt frustrated being unable to alleviate the itching he felt
in his diapers as the wetness irritated his skin. He asked his dad when he could
be changed.
"Let your sister check you at the next gas station and she'll decide when
you're ready to be changed," his dad said as he continued driving, keeping his
eyes focused on the endless road ahead.
"Those diapers ought to last awhile," Jody assured him. "Besides, we don't
want your dirty diapers stinking up the car, you know."
The trip was going to take even longer than Jeremy expected. The father
had taken a detour through Akron and then drove along a rural route to avoid the
toll highway and the traffic in the larger cities that skirted Northern Ohio. It
was getting dusk by the time they reached the western edge of Ohio and made
their next fuel stop, having traveled about 700 miles so far.
Jeremy was hoping that he would soak his diapers enough to warrant a
change, but Jody didn't think he needed it. After she returned from the restroom
she made him step out of the car and stand before her where she could check him
in the bright lights above the pumps where another family could see him as plain
as day in his diapers. She ran her hand along the front of his diapers,
examining the thick, soaked layers and decided that his diapers were good for
awhile. Jeremy wondered when he would be changed since it was now dark.
"Are we stopping for the night?" Jeremy asked his mom.
"No, I'm taking over the driving overnight and your father will rest," she
answered. Since the mother had gotten used to working the swing shift at the
diner she was better acclimated to the late hours.
"Who's gonna change me?" Jeremy whined.
"Jody, if she doesn't go to sleep back there. I'll be driving, and your
dad isn't about to crawl back there and change you. He doesn't change your
diapers, anyway."
Everyone got back into the car and they continued on their westbound
journey through Indiana in the dark of the moonless night. The father had fallen
asleep as well as Jody, whose head was resting against Jeremy's shoulder. Jeremy
was still wide awake, unable to sleep in the car. He wanted to get his wet
diapers off but he felt so helpless. He tried to get comfortable and he hoped
that he could sleep.
At one point he did get himself comfortable enough, only to realize that
now he had a bowel movement on its way out of his body. Jeremy only wore his
diapers for bedwetting and only pooped in them occasionally, usually when he was
going through one of his bouts of diarrhea. He tried to suppress the urge and he
was normally able to do this by squeezing his legs together, but his diapers
were so thick and nothing he could do could bring his buttocks any closer
together. He tried sitting on his heel, which was a trick he employed at school
to avoid having to poop in the restrooms there and stink them up and cause him
embarrassment. He realized that his diapers were much too thick and his heel-
sitting method of delaying a bowel movement was ineffective.
Jeremy knew he would eventually dump his load into the diapers, adding to
the wetness he had felt in them for the last six or seven hours. He wanted to
stave off having to poop in them for as long as possible since he knew a long
night of driving lay ahead and the sooner he pooped the longer he would have to
sit in his mess.
Jeremy couldn't hold his poop in any longer and a large pile of crap
spewed out of his bottom and spread all over his buttocks. His tight, thick
diapers gave his poop little room to flow and it spread up into his crotch and
smothered his balls. A loud fart accompanied his release as did a strong odor.
His mom knew he was still awake.
"Aren't you asleep, Jeremy?" she asked.
"I can't sleep in the car!" the boy complained.
"You just had a bowel movement, didn't you?" his mom asked him. "I can
smell it, and I also heard it."
Jeremy didn't say a word. He decided to roll the window down to allow the
cool night air to circulate throughout the car and clear out the stench his
messy diapers were creating. The sound of the air blowing through the window
awakened Jody.
"Roll your window up!" she complained groggily. She then took a whiff of
the foul air and told Jeremy to leave it down for awhile instead.
"Did you just poop?" Jody asked her brother.
Jeremy didn't feel like he should answer the question since Jody had
already figured out that he did.
"Can you change me when we stop?" Jeremy humbly asked his sister.
"You'll have to wait until morning, Jeremy," his mom said. "It's almost
1:00 A.M. and I want to keep going. Now try to sleep, and roll up your window."
Jeremy sat silently in the back seat and tried to get himself comfortable
enough to sleep. The sticky mess clinging to his rear end like mud kept him
awake as did the confining environment in the car. He stared through the bug-
splattered windshield into the dark void ahead, lit only by the car's
headlights. He wondered where they were and how far they still had to go. The
road seemed so long, straight and monotonous, the black night was thinly
glittered by lights shining from distant farm houses.
Eventually the drone of the car's motor lulled Jeremy to sleep, making him
temporarily oblivious to the large globs of poop mired throughout the rear of
his diapers. He rested his head on Jody's shoulder and remained asleep through
the 2:00 A.M. gas fillup their mom put into the car when they got to the
southern edge of Chicago. The time reversed an hour after entering the next time
zone. At this point they re-joined Interstate 80 and were passing through
Illinois. The mother was getting weary from having driven for over five hours,
and even she wasn't used to staying awake overnight. She pulled into a rest area
just west of the town of Joliet and fell asleep in the car with the rest of the

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