Danny's Tricks – Part 2
[In which Danny gives himself a golden shower, begins wetting his bed at night, and is told by his parents to begin wearing diapers.]
A couple of weeks after that experiment, Mom and Dad went out of town on a short vacation. They’d asked me to come, but I think they wanted some “private time” and I turned them down. Well, and there was another reason that I turned them down as I’d been thinking about trying something new for awhile. Starting Friday morning I began drinking a lot of liquid and by suppertime that evening as Mom and Dad were getting ready to leave my bladder felt like it was going to explode and I was surprised that I wasn’t gurgling as I walked around the house. As soon as Mom and Dad left I stripped off all my clothes and lay them in a pile on the kitchen floor. Then I stood over them and relaxed my bladder and shot a strong stream of urine onto my clothes. When my bladder was finally emptied I picked up my sodden clothes, enjoying the warm, wet feeling of them in my hands, and the aroma of warm urine that arose from them before I put them back on. Man, did that feel so great to be walking around the house in my urine-soaked clothes that I soon had this big erection and pulled out my dick and masturbated.
I slept in my urine soaked clothes and on Saturday morning, began the second phase of my experiment. During that day whenever I had to pee, I’d relieve myself into a large pitcher and by late in the day it held over a quart of dark yellow liquid. After supper that night I stood in the kitchen, raised the pitcher over my head, and slowly poured the contents down onto my head. My hair became saturated with my urine and then it began trickling down my face and neck. I stuck out my tongue and licked the salty liquid off my lips as the stream continued to run down my body, again saturating the clothes that had dried off from the previous evening. When the pitcher was emptied, I stood there in my drenched clothes, breathing in the much stronger scent of urine after repeated drenching of my clothes. I was so excited that I didn’t even have to pull my dick out of my jeans, just rubbed it several times through my jeans to masturbate. On into the late evening I just walked around the house, enjoying the feel and smell of my dripping clothes before I finally stripped them off, ran them through the washer and dryer, mopped the kitchen floor, and aired out the house before my parents returned early Sunday morning.
A week or so later I had another idea. One of my Mom's friends had come over for coffee and talk after church. She brought her two-year-old son with her and he was sitting on the kitchen floor and playing with some of my old toys that my mother had brought out. As I came into the kitchen to get a drink, his mother was checking his diaper to see whether he needed to be changed and I guess it must have been pretty wet because she asked Mom if it was OK if she changed him right there on the kitchen floor. Mom said sure, no problem and shortly thereafter the little boy was lying on his back on the floor, his wet diaper had been stripped off and a dry one put in its place. He hadn't pooped in the diaper so the whole process only took a minute or so. I kept puttering around in the kitchen so that I could watch everything. And after Mom and her friend went out to sit in the sun, I took the dirty diaper out of the trash and examined it. I also had the beginning of an idea so I swiped one of the extra diapers Mom's friend carried in her diaper bag and hid it in the closet in my room. That night before I went to bed I got the diaper out and tried to imagine what it would feel like to wear a diaper. The one I had swiped was way too small for me but I held it up against my body and felt how soft it was. I wondered whether there was some way that I could wear a diaper occasionally without my Mom finding out or better, whether I could get Mom to let me wear a diaper.
I puzzled over that for a while and while it seemed kind of risky, I wondered whether I could make my Mom think that I was wetting the bed at night. If I could, she'd either have to put up with changing the bedding frequently, or maybe she'd think of having me wear a diaper to bed at night. Of course there was always the chance that she'd get really pissed (no pun intended) and give me hell. But maybe that was a risk I had to take.
Now I could just have pissed in my bed, but I wanted to see if I could have a real "accident." So the next day before I went to bed, I drank all of a one-liter bottle of Coke, and part of a second bottle. I figured that filling my bladder in the middle of the night would cause an accident if anything would. But I had forgotten that Coke has caffeine in it and I was so "wired" that I couldn't get to sleep. I tossed and turned all night and even though the pressure built up in my bladder I couldn't have an accident while I was awake.
When I got up the next morning I was really tired and in a really pissy mood (pun intended). When Mom asked me what I wanted for breakfast, I told her to
"….. go to hell ….." or something like that and got grounded for a week. So much for the first experiment.
The funny thing was that I did have an accident a week later and it was a real accident – totally unexpected. I'm a member of a hiking club at school and that Saturday we were going to go on a twenty mile hike out into the countryside and up a couple of hills. It was an all day hike, starting at 8am and finishing up probably around 6pm or so depending upon how fast a pace we set. It was a beautiful day but very warm, and by noontime I'd used up the bottle of water I had brought along. The other guys were in the same shape and we grew increasingly thirsty as the afternoon wore on. When the hike was finally over a little after six, my legs ached, I was hot and tired, and my mouth and throat were so dry they were sore. When I got home I just went right to the sink and drank six large glasses of water. Then I took a long hot shower and after that drank another four or five glasses of water. I was so full of water that I swear you could see my stomach bulging out a little and it gurgled when I walked. Anyway, I dragged myself to bed, got in and immediately fell into a deep sleep. I think I remember dreaming about the hike and stopping to swim in a river and finding the river water nice and warm – or something. But when I awakened the next morning I was cold and very wet – I had had an accident during my sleep. I didn't say anything to my folks, but just got dressed and acted like nothing had happened. When I went to bed that night, I found that the sheets on my bed had been changed.
So I wouldn't say that I could make myself have an accident whenever I wanted to, but I found that if I was really tired and had drunk a lot of water just before I went to bed that I would likely wake up to a cold and wet bed the following morning. This was great! So during the week I'd go on lots of hikes and I joined the cross-country team, I also got a job mowing several lawns in our neighborhood so I was always pretty well pooped out when I went to bed. On the weekends I'd stay up late and watch TV till 2 or 3 am before going to bed. Within about two weeks I had worked up to the point where I was wetting the bed four or five nights a week. My folks didn't say anything to me but I noticed after a week of this that my bed had a rubber sheet on it. Finally after another couple of weeks my Mom told me that she had scheduled me for a regular checkup with the doctor – yeah, "regular checkup", sure. During the exam he asked me if I had any issues to talk about and I knew that my Mom had primed him so I squirmed around a little and admitted that I might have wet the bed once or twice. He acted like it was no big deal and continued the exam. As I was getting dressed at the end of the exam, he just noted that I seemed to be in excellent health and that I might just want to cut down on the amount of liquid that I drank before going to bed. Yeah, sure Doc.
A couple of weeks after that, Mom had this mother-son chat with me and told me that she and Dad loved me, and that it wasn't unusual for boys to wet the bed occasionally but that it would be easier for her if I didn't wear pajamas to bed any more – less for her to clean up. I agreed and began sleeping in the nude. I also found that it was easier for me to wet the bed at night now. Like, I didn't have to be as tired when I went to bed or drink as much water. I could have an accident every night without really trying that hard. But I liked the feeling of the wet sheets when I woke up so I kept drinking large quantities of water every evening, in fact I was kind of having a contest with myself to see how wet I could make the sheets. Well, even though my bedding was getting changed every day, my room was beginning to develop this urine odor – not as bad as the Boy's Room at school but you could notice it. My Mom started keeping my room aired out by opening the windows during the day. Finally she got tired of all the extra work and told me, in a nice way, that I was now responsible for changing my bedding whenever it was wet. I guess she was thinking that the added work might give me an incentive to control myself during sleep.
What she didn't realize was that this was what I had been hoping for! Now that I controlled my bedding I could change it whenever I wanted – or NOT change it whenever I wanted. Soon I was letting my bed go four or five days between changes. And then I took off the rubber sheet so that I could soak the mattress as well. Soon my room began to smell really bad and Mom told me to keep the door closed all the time so that I wouldn't "….. stink up the house." I think the breaking point came a couple of weeks after that when my folks had some friends over for dinner. As they walked in the door the lady kind of wrinkled up her nose and asked how many cats we had in the house. Mom responded that we didn't have any pets, and the lady apologized and stammered something about smelling a litter box. Anyway, when I got home from school the following day there was a box "Select Disposable Pull-Ons" on my bed. YES!
Mom came into my room a minute or so later and saw me staring at the box of diapers. She gently explained that while my "problem" was likely only temporary, that she thought it better if I wear diapers at night just until my problem went away. I argued with her – fourteen year old boys don't wear diapers, Mom – and stuff like that. I tried to walk the fine line between convincing her that I didn't want to wear diapers and changing her mind about the need to wear them but I guess I was convincing as she wouldn't back down. So there I was, ordered by my parents to wear diapers at night!
A soon as Mom left the room I eagerly opened the box, took out one of the diapers and held it up against my body. It looked as though she had gotten the right waist size but I was a bit disappointed that the diaper did not come up very high on my waist. And since it was the pull-on style it didn't have the adhesive straps to close it that I had assumed all diapers had. But I couldn't complain – I had gotten Mom to admit that I needed to wear diapers now. So I stripped off my jeans and briefs and pulled the diaper up on my body. Wow did it feel great – warm and soft and tightly fitting. I just walked around my room for several minutes, admiring how the diaper looked on my body and how it felt as I moved. Eventually, I pulled my jeans back on. They were a little tight but they did fit over the diaper and once they were on, you couldn't really tell that I was wearing a diaper. With the extra padding the diaper provided between my legs it was pretty tight but I found that when I sit down if I spread my legs apart a little instead of keeping them pressed together that it's more comfortable. As I sat in my room I was getting turned on by my first experience in wearing a diaper and pretty soon I had this big erection. I moved my hands to my crotch and began massaging my cock and stroking it through my diaper and soon came and shot my wad into the diaper. The slight dampness felt great and I was looking forward filling my diaper with even more liquid. As I went down stairs and walked past my Mom to go outside I thought: "Bet you don't know what I just did." Later that night, when I went up to my room to go to bed, Mom gently reminded me to: "….. remember what I told you this afternoon." I didn't tell her that I had been wearing a diaper for the past six hours!
I didn't drink as much water before I went to bed that night. I wasn't sure how much liquid the diaper could hold and I didn't want to push things too fast. As I lay in bed before drifting off to sleep that night I gently rubbed my diaper, enjoying its feel against my body and under my hands. Upon waking the next morning, I first thought: "Guess I should have drunk more water last night. Doesn't feel like I peed myself during the night." But then I moved around a little and I could feel the damp liner of the diaper against my skin. YES I HAD! I'd wet my diaper for the first time, well at least the first time in the past twelve years, anyway. I hated to take it off but Mom started yelling up the stairs that if I didn't get a move-on that I'd miss the bus, so I reluctantly removed the diaper, showered, dressed and went down for breakfast. When she looked at me and asked me if things went OK last night, I just scowled at her as if I was mad.
All that school day, I eagerly looked forward to returning home and once through the front door, ran up to my room, shucked off my jeans and briefs, pulled on a dry diaper and put my jeans back on. I then leisurely sauntered down to the kitchen and drank three large glasses of water. In about an hour nature took its course and I felt the pressure begin to build up in my bladder. I waited almost another hour before the pressure became too great to stand and then released the contents of my bladder into my diaper all at once. What a great feeling as the warm liquid filled my crotch. At supper that night my father asked the usual question of what was "new." I was half thinking of telling him that I'd just pissed myself but thought better of it. I wore the same diaper to bed that night and by the morning it was totally saturated and sagged down between my legs. As I walked to the bathroom to shower, its soggy mass squished between my legs.
[To Be Continued]