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04-03-2008
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Sorry I took so long, but I've had some other stuff going on lately, as well as another story to write. But here it is, the next chapter!
Chapter 3 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The morning came quickly, and I awoke to the sound of someone running through the hall outside. Thundering, would be a better word, as it sounded like someone had let Elephants loose in the house. I rolled over onto my back, and looked at my cousins' empty beds, before sweeping my gaze to the television. It was turned off, and clearly they weren't in the room. I lifted myself up, and swung my legs onto the floor, and just as I wasn't starting to stand, I stopped, when a squishy feling around my waist reminded me of the soggy pullup I was wearing. I felt around my waist, making sure that no wetspots had formed on my PJs, and was pleased to find that my pull up had not leaked again. I stood up carefully, but there was no need. My Pullup was pretty soaked, but it was not in immediate danger of leaking. I grabbed my bag, and walked to the door, pulling it open, and started to step outside, when the source of the thundering stopped me dead in my tracks. My cousins were playing around in the hallway. Still in their Pajamas, and chasing each other around. I wanted to change out of this wet pullup, but I was too embarrassed to leave the room in my predictament. They didn't seem to notice me, so I started to ease back into their room. I was going to shut the door, lock it, and then change into regular clothes, but just as I took as a step back inside, Kristen saw me. "Oh- your up," she said, getting Chad in a head lock that would have made any pro wrestler proud. "We were about to go wake you up." "You were?" I said, feeling embarrassed. "Yeah," she said, releasing Chad. "Mom told us to, because breakfast is ready, but then Chad ambushed me..." As she got nearer to me, I looked down at her pajama bottoms. There was the obvious bulge of a diaper there, and by the looks of it, it was wet. [i]Why would she still be wearing that?[/u] I asked myself, but received no response within my head. It was puzzling to me.. Why would anyone want to keep wearing that? "Did your Pullup leak last night?" Kristen suddenly asked me, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Cause the jammies you wore to bed, are wet, in the clothes basket, and your wearing different ones now." I couldn't lie, she had me.. I just hoped it wouldn't be a big deal. "Yeah..." I said solemnly, wanting to cry in my embarassment. "I hope your mom isn't mad." "Oh, don't worry about. She won't be, cause it wasn't your fault," Kristen assured me. "Now, come on, let's go eat!" "Yeah! Let's eat!" Chad said enthusiastically, stepping out from around the corner, holding a big Nerf gun. He fired a few rounds off at Kristen, and I was shocked to see, that he too, was still wearing his Pjs, and judging by the bulge beneath them, a very wet diaper. What the heck was going on here? "Yeah, ok, just let me chang-" I started to say I would after I had changed, but a thundering voice interrupted me. "Kids! Your breakfast is getting cold!" I heard my Aunt holler from downstairs. "You can change later. Mom won't care," Kristen said. I dropped my bag in the hallway, as they yanked me towards the stairs. "But... but..." I stammered, but gave up once Chad grabbed my other arm, and together, they began to pull me down the stairs. Great, just what I needed... more embarrassment to go with wetting myself twice last night. + They led me past my Uncle's bar in a nook near the kitchen, and I saw that his usual Neon lighted bar signs, were still hung around the area. A sign in the shape of a guitar that read Fender, stood out as the biggest and brightest of the signs. I knew my Uncle loved Fender guitars, so that would be why that particualrly sign was the biggest and brightest. Signs that advertised Miller Light, Budweiser, and one of a naked woman's outline in pink, hung brightly along with the Fender sign. It looked as though the bar was still a work in progress though, as several boxes stood neglected on the bar, and several pieces of wood, and paint stood on a shelf directly behind it. We stepped into the dining room, and a large window stood open, with it's blinds pulled open. Sunlight poured through, and I could tell it was hot outside. On the glass topped table in the center, stood four plates of breakfast. My cousins and I, each took a seat at one of the empty chairs. I had almost forgotten about me being in a pullup, but then a squish as I got seated, reminded me, and I blushed with humiliation. I was going to eat quickly, so I could change out of this thing. My Aunt walked out of the kitchen, and I had expected my Uncle to accompany her, but I did not see him. I glanced through the opening in the wall, that partially revealed the klitchen, but it didn't look like he was there either. Was he working today or something? "Where's Paul? I asked her, as she took a seat beside Kristen. "He got called in today. There's a problem with a contract," she said, scooping up some scrambled eggs, and shoveling it into her mouth. "Something about the contractor not being happy with a deal." "Oh, ok," I said, beginning to eat my eggs as well. Breakfast passed without a bunch of conversation, just the usual " what have you been up to?" questions, and Kristen and Chad talking about some game I've never heard of. I of course, acted like I cared, but at the moment, I was feeling really embarrassed, and mad at them from making me do this. I just wanted to hurry up and finish, so I could change into a dry pair of clothes. I finished my tall glass on Orange Juice, and at last, breakfast was over. I excused myself from the table, and went upstairs to change. I grabbed my dropped bag, and went into the bathroom, where I yanked my pajamas off, leaving me standing in only my wet pullup. I pulled it down, and felt immediate relief as I threw it in the trash. I made sure the door was locked, and then grabbed some shower supplies from my bag. Shampoo, bodywash, and a blue scrubby I had brought with me from home. I stepped into the shower, turned the knob to warm, and washed myself of the dried pee on me. + After my shower was over, and I had dried off, I pulled on some underwear, a pair of loose shorts, and a tee shirt. I didn't bother with socks, because I was inside. Instead, I just zipped my bag back up, and left the bathroom, feeling much better, and cleaner. My Aunt was in the hallway, and said she needed to get to the clothes hamper in the bathroom. I shuddered inside, because I knew what she would find in there: My wet Pjs. I however, let her by, hoping she wouldn't be mad at me for getting the bed wet last night. She walked in the bathroom, and grabbed my towel off of the floor, and threw it on top of the pile of various clothes in the hamper. She then picked it up, before sweeping back down the hall, and down the stairs. It didn't seem like she had noticed, and if she had, she didn't say anything about it. I followed her downstairs, but instead of heading towards the kitchen, I went towards the open side door across the living room, where my cousins were outside, playing. They must have changed too, because they weren't wearing their pajamas anymore, and it didn't seem as though they were wearing diapers either. I stepped out onto the hot concrete walkway, and jumped quickly over it, as it burned my feet when I stepped on it. My cousins must have experienced similar, because they were playing in the cool grass, where their feet wouldn't get burned. "About time you got out of the shower!" Kristen barked at me, as I approached. "We had to use the other bathroom!" "Sorry," I said, as a Nerf dart nailed me in the chest. I looked over to see Chad holding a Nerf gun bigger than he was, and I couldn't help but giggle at the sight of him handleing this monstrosity of a gun. "Is that gun big enough, Chad?" I asked him, still laughing. "No," he said, pulling the loading mechanism back. "It could shoot harder." Another dart shot me in nearly the same place, and though it didn't hurt, it was annoying. Chad then shot Kristen on the arm, and she didn't seem to like it. "Put that thing away! GRRR!" she said firmly, pushing Chad's gun from his hands, before turning towards me. "Ever since he got that thing, he hasn't grown tired of shooting me!" "Brandon?" Chad said, questioningly, and I turned back towards him. "Yeah?" I asked him, wondering what he wanted. "Do you want to see our clubhouse?" he asked me. They have a clubhouse now? "Sure," I said, looking around to no avail. "Where is it?" "It's this way," Chad and Kristen at nearly the same time, and began to walk across the yard. I followed, but was carfeul where I stepped, as many pinecones laid strewn about the yard like a minefield, and were painful to step on. They led me towards their barn, and I wondered if their playhouse was the barn. But, as they opened the door, and the barn filled with sunlight, I realized that wasn't exactly the case. A wooden ladder was propped up against the back one the barn, leading up to a large loft above it. I followed the loft with my eyes, and saw a small room, painted white, with a single visible window, sitting cozingly on the far right side of the loft. Then it hit me: I would have to climb up the ladder to get to it, and I didn't like that idea. I didn't have many irrational fears, but one of them was heights, particualrly when the only way up or down, relied on a single point of failure; a ladder. "It's up there," Kristen said obviously, pointing to the room I had seen. "Yeah, I see that," I said, as they began to climb the ladder, to the top of the loft. I gulped nervously, as I placed my hands on the ladder, and looked up. The loft was like ten feet in the air, and my heart began to pound. I didn't want to, but I faced my fear, and started to make my way up. The ladder creaked and moaned, but it did not break, much to my relief. Once I reached the top, I leapt onto the loft floor, and felt slightly better.. until I looked over the edge, and saw how bloody high in the air I was. I stayed close to the solid wall on the left, and made my way to the room built on the loft. I stubbed my toe on a board laying across the path. It hurt, and I gasped in pain, and grabbed my toe, as I hopped on one foot into the clubhouse. + It was a nice clubhouse! My cousins had set up chairs to sit in, as there was a Tv rigged in the room, and well as many toys, and games on a shelf. Although, a bigger majority was shattered on the floor. But, it was cozy, and peaceful from what I could see.. no wonder they hung out up here. Kristen clicked on the TV, and flipped it to Tom and Jerry, before going through some stuff on the shelf. "Nice clubhouse," I said, sitting down. "Yeah, dad built it for us last year," Chad said, loading his Nerf gun again. "Well, it's cool. I always wished I had something like this," I said, a twinge of jealousy hidden in my words. We watched cartoons in mostly silence for a few minutes before Kristen made conversation, and it wasn't a subject I really wanted to talk about. "I told you those pullups leak," she said suddenly. "Huh? Oh, yeah, I guess you were right..." I said, embarrassed. "You should try one of my Attends, they work a lot better," she said. "I'll give you one tonight, if you want to try it." "Well.. I could, but those are diapers," I said, my face burning with humiliation. "So?" she asked, staring blankly at me. "There's actually quite comfortable. You'd like them." Okay, now I knew something was wierd. She just said that diapers are comfortable, and that I would like them. How could I possibly like them? Did they like them? "Do you like them?" I asked her curiously. "Yeah, they're cool," she said, honestly. "Why?" I asked her, puzzled. "I don't know.. I just like them," she responded, and my jaw dropped. "Yeah, me too," Chad said, not averting his gaze from the cat and mouse chase taking place on the TV. I was shocked. I didn't know what to think. They liked to wear diapers? How could that be? I'd never heard of such a thing.. Diapers are an embarrassment, a curse.. Surely no one could like to wear them. It was unthinkable- and yet I had to know why. "Okay, I'll wear one tonight," I said, but my words sounded alien to me, as if I didn't say them. I'll wear one tonight? Is that what I just said? I thought to myself. "Cool. I'm sure you'll like them," she said happily. A while later, we were playing a game of Chutes and Ladders, when I got the urge to pee. It was fairly strong, but I knew I could hold it for a little longer, so I ignored the urge. "Your turn," I heard my cousin say, and I quickly picked up the dice to take my turn. "Yes! Ladder ride!" I said, as I skipped part of the course, and went into the lead. As time went by, and we neared the end, the urge to pee grew stronger and stronger, and I had no choice but to go and empty my bursting bladder. It seemed that the Orange Juice had gone right through me. "I have to pee," I announced to my cousins. "I'll be back." "Okay," Kristen said. "On the second thought, I'm thirsty, so I'll go with you." We left Chad alone, and I held my crouch while we made our way back to the ladder. I was walking slowly to avoid tripping, or loosing control of my bladder, so Kristen beat me down the ladder. I started to make my way onto he ladder, when my legs froze. Going down ladders was always harder than going up, and I was scared to try it. But my bladder was about to burst, so I had to do something. "What's wrong?" Kristen yelled from below, as I stodd there, holding my weiner, trying to decide what to do. "How do you get down?" I asked, scared. "I don't think I can do it..." "Sure you can! Just swing your leg over onto the rung, grab the ladder, and then swing your other foot onto it, then climb down," she insructed me. Since I really had to pee, and was starting to do the pee pee dance, I swallowed my fear, and swung my leg out. I felt around for the rung, and felt it with my foot. But I couldn't let go of my wee wee, because I had to pee so bad. So I tried to do it with one hand instead, even though my brain told me not to. Once I was on the ladder, the urge to pee got stronger. I was terrified, and I felt as though I would slip at any moment. I hastily began to scurry down the ladder, but my foot slipped off of the rung, and went behind the ladder, causing me to slip. I screamed, as I slid several feet down the ladder, but managed to grab hold of the ladder with my other hand, before I fell. So feeling relieved, I grabbed hold of the ladder once again. But wait a moment.. something wasn't right.. I felt too relieved, and I looked down, when a sudden warmness in my pants, and a steady dripping sound caught my attention. The front of my pants were soaked, and a stream of pee leaking from my pant legs was creating a puddle on the barn floor below. I was really scared when I slipped, and I must have lost control when it happened. What was I going to do now? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Last edited by Chromos; 04-03-2008 at 09:44 PM. |
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