A buddy wetter
Told by Mario
I was just a normal kid until midway between eleven and twelve.
At that point in my body went out of control in a growth spurt and changes.
By age thirteen I went through five body types from chubby to skinny bean pole.
The remark about not being able to walk and chew gum at the same time was true.
During that time the bedwetting started and soon became pants wetting also.
The social problems and peer torment made life hell.
I had my parents who found a diaper wearing, wet pants kid a major inconvenience to their business and lifestyle.
I was bounced around and ended up with a transgendered cousin.
People thought I was on the way myself so I may as well live with one.
He/she had checked me out and a medical problem was slowly corrected.
My daytime control was regained but the nights were still wet.
I do not have any sensation of needing to pee.
It would just happen.
My cousin owned a small business and made more money that most people thought.
She enjoyed getting me the diapers, rubber pants and anything else I needed.
She had special underpants made when I went to high school.
I really didn't need them during the day time but, hey.
I thought they were cool and fun so I kept using them.
I was just past sixteen the last time I lost control in bed.
Things were great in college.
It was spring of the freshman year.
There was a welcome spring beer bust with kegs all over the place.
Me and my dorm mates good beer buzz going when I spotted a good friend acting weird and moving away from the crowd.
I checked things out and found him in tears and trying to hide himself.
It was not hard to see he had wet his pants.
I asked why he didn't just step aside and relieve himself.
He said sometimes it Just happens.
This was the first time in a long time.
Strange, I knew just what he was thinking and how he felt.
I told him about my problem.
He was still freaking out and didn't believe me.
It was a crazy idea but I did it.
Right there in front of him I wet my pants.
His mouth dropped as some pee appeared on my leg below in hem of my shorts.
There was a few goofy seconds as we stood there looking at the each other.
He could not believe I did it on purpose.
I was still in the habit of having a backup plan.
I always carried a change of clothes in my car.
We sneaked off to a nearby creek and washed off.
We put on some clean diapers and shorts and went back to the party.