Right now this is just a sketch - don’t know if there will be more or not, just a bit of something I have had in my google docs for a few years and decided to polish up a bit. I get that way sometimes, finding something I started and polishing it a bit and seeing something there I am interested in. I hope you enjoy it - feedback is welcome.
The police car turned an impossibly tight corner, tires squealing, as it went up on two wheels pulling closer to the car it was pursuing. The bad guys, in a white firebird, were somehow just barely managing to stay out of reach of ‘the heat’. The driver of the firebird, fearing capture, accelerated the vehicle in a desperate maneuver that saw the car leaving the floral print of the couch arm completely and landing onto the scuffed top of the end table and turning straight onto the plastic track affixed to it with a red plastic c-clamp. Gravity pulled the car down and away while the police vehicle missed the track altogether and plummeted like Wile E Coyote to the berber carpet below.
Kenny flipped the police car over when it hit and made all of the appropriate explosion sounds even as I maneuvered the white firebird into the waiting hold of Boba Fett’s Slave One, which wasted no time before blasting off with the bad guys and their cache of stolen gems. Sadly before they could make good on their escape Voltron, piloted by Kenny’s little brother Max swatted at the spaceship with its energy sword.
“You’re dead!” Max trumpeted as he jumped in place with glee, his bouncing causing the Red Lion to come loose, leaving him holding a now handi-capable Voltron.
“Yeah, we’re both dead, and we played your dumb game, now let us be” Kenney shot back.
A flash of hurt crossed Max’s square face, which other than the same shock of red hair, looked nothing like his older brothers. Where Kenny was skinny and lithe Max was stout and burly. If Kenny was an elf, then Max was a dwarf. Even with three years difference between the siblings Max was almost as big as Kenney and was maybe a bit bigger than me in terms of frame size, so when that hurt look turned to anger Kenney moved quickly to pacify his younger sibling.
“Sorry, it wasn’t dumb. We just want to watch a movie okay?” Kenny smiled at his brother
Truth was Kenny wanted to watch the movie. I was perfectly okay with playing with the cars or watching a movie. I didn’t know Kenny and Max all that well, having only played with them a couple of times in the past. Kenny’s mom and my mom had been roommates in college and they had just moved to our town this spring.
“Okay but can I watch too?” Max pleaded with something that bordered on a whine..
“Oh Emm Gee you are a pest. Yes you can watch the movie” Kenney answered back, his voice more joking than serious as he picked up the remote and flipped through the channels until he got to the video on demand menu.
“Don’t start it yet, I want to go to the bathroom okay” I told the other two before I took off toward the bathroom.
It wasn’t long before I was putting the fuzzy covered toilet seat back down hurrying to get the movie started. My route back to the family room took me through the kitchen where my parents were playing cards with Max and Kenny’s parents. I was still in the dining room, the kitchen out of sight around the corner when I heard Max and Kenny talking with the adults.
“Mom, can Todd stay the night and go with us tomorrow ?” Kenny was asking his mom.
I froze, kind of like an animal in the road with a car barrelling toward it, the headlights making it impossible to move.
“Well I don’t see why not” Ellen replied, and although I couldn’t see anyone in the kitchen from my position in the dining room the change in Ellen’s tone told me she was addressing someone else when she continued “It would be nice for the boys to have a friend over, they still don’t know a lot of people, and I KNOW it would be nice for you and Gerald to have a whole weekend to yourselves.”
“I don’t know” My mom countered and paused awkwardly as if looking for the right words.
I knew it was coming, I was dreading it, my parents were going to spill the beans, I just knew it was going to happen and there wasn’t anything I could do to stop them.
“You don’t need anything pissed on do you? Just have Todd sleep on it if you do” My dad asked, breaking the silence. I could tell he thought he was being funny, but the words stung anyways. I can’t believe he said that and in front of Kenny and Max too, my Dad just doesn’t seem to understand how embarrassing this is for me.
“Gerald! Shush, that’s mean. You know he can’t help it” Mom shot back. I hoped she was giving him a dirty look too, like she does to me when she wants me to shut up about something.
“Todd’s started wetting the bed over the summer after being dry for so many years.” Mom offered as explanation “He just started out of the blue”
“Oh that’s nothing, we have had bedwetting problems with both boys, It runs in the family, Ed wet into high school.” I couldn’t see anything so I wondered how Kenny’s dad felt about his wife dropping that bomb at the table.
“That’s right, so it’s not anything you boy’s need to be embarrassed about” Ed said, very pointedly answering my implied question. “Max here can’t put two dry nights back to back in a week, I’d even be happy with one dry night some weeks and then throw in a few soggy daytimes too. Kenny was still having night time problems last Thanksgiving, and I was prepared for this to go on much longer considering my own experiences, but he has been mostly dry for the better part of a year now. ”
“Daaad. Don’t embarrass me” Kenny whined
“Well you don’t embarrass Todd then if he stays the night” Ed replied. “Besides, like I just said there is no reason to be embarrassed about something you can’t help”
“I don’t have a thing he can sleep in, and he’s such a heavy wetter. Besides he doesn’t have a thing to wear the rest of the weekend either” My mom said
I felt my face flush with the idea that everyone was sitting around the table talking about my inability to keep my bed dry
“Well he and Max look about the same size, he can wear some of Max’s clothes tomorrow, it’ll be fine. I’ll get the boys ready for bed in a bit and Todd can wear a pair of Max’s PJ’s and diapers. I can even put the mattress protector back on Kenny’s bed for tonight too, that will only take a second and we will be all set, and there shouldn’t be anything else for you to worry about ” Ellen said, dealing with my mom’s objections before she could raise them, effectively putting the matter to rest.
“That might not be enough for Todd. We tried those goodnights with him, and he flooded them so bad it was like he might as well have not been wearing them.”
“These two didn’t have good luck with pull ups either, so we’ve just continued with regular old tape on style disposables. It’s a little more work since we have to change them, but not having so much laundry is worth it, and neither of these two ever seemed to mind too much ”
This wasn’t getting any better and I knew folks might start to wonder where I was so I forced my feet to work and made myself walk into the kitchen.
“Hey Todd, You get to spend the night! And tomorrow we are going to the Fright Fest haunted house and corn maze” Kenny told me excitedly
I didn’t really want to, truth be told, like most bedwetters, sleepovers were not my thing, but what was I going to do now?
“Don’t worry about your night time problem either, both of my guys have had that problem too” Ellen leaned in close to me and told me in a pretend whisper. I reddened deeply and not knowing exactly what to say, since it sounded like I had no choice in any of this, I shuffled off toward the stairs to the family room with a mumbled “Okay” I wanted to be away from the conversation as a whole.
“Dude, we are going to have such a good time! Corn Mazes are kind of dumb, but the haunted house looks great!” Kenny said following me down the stairs
Max taking the stairs two at a time passed us “I want the donuts and hot apple cider too!”
“Don’t run on the stairs!” came Ellen’s call from the kitchen causing Max to sigh dramatically even as he slowed for the last couple of treads.
“There wasn’t anything like this in Tampa” Kenny added “Is it as cool as it looks”
“Dunno” I shrugged “I’ve seen the commercials for years, but we’ve never gone before, some kids at school seem to like it though” It had always looked a little bit scary to me when I was younger and even if I had wanted to go I don’t think dad would have been up for driving to Alabama for a haunted house even though it was less than an hour away.
“Where’s the chips and stuff?” Kenny asked Max as we went for the couch
“I thought you got them”
“You were supposed to get them, I went to ask mom if Todd could stay the night”
The two siblings squabbled for the next couple of minutes about who’s fault it was until Kenny finally just broke down and headed back up the stairs to the kitchen.
I began feeling awkward just sitting there with Max not talking about anything. Everytime I went to talk, I just couldn’t say anything. All I could focus on was that both Max and Kenny BOTH knew about my bed wetting. It seemed even worse in a way that Kenny was dry now and I was in the same position as his little brother. The sounds of tromping on the stairs broke my spiraling thoughts as Kenny finally came back with a bag of Doritos. Kenny jumped over the back of the couch and swiped up the remote pulling up a search across streaming platforms and we picked out the goosebumps movie to watch.
Embarrassed though I was, I had a good time with the movie. The credits had just started when Ellen called down asking us if the movie was done yet, Kenny went to the bottom of the stairs and told her yes, so she asked us to all come up stairs and marched us down the hall to the back bedroom that Max and Kenny shared. Their room was smallish and was almost completely taken up by their bed, which had a full bed on the bottom and a twin bunk up top and a dresser on the other wall. I supposed the small size was why all their toys were downstairs. My mom was in the doorway and smiled at me as the three of us shuffled into the room.
“You be a good for Mrs. Palto okay?” She told me as she squeezed me from behind with both of her hands reassuringly on my shoulders.
“Yes ma’am” I told her, dreading this whole thing about to happen, even though a bit of excitement had begun to creep in.
“It’s too early for bed” Max protested
“You don’t have to go to sleep, you’re just going to get your PJ’s on okay.”
Despite his protest Max had already removed all of his clothes except for his blue and white striped boxer briefs, they seemed very thick to me for some reason.
I don’t know what I expected, especially since I had heard her say ‘tape on diapers’ earlier, but still I wasn’t prepared for Max to lay down on his back on the bed, and I was downright flummoxed when Ellen grabbed the waistband of his undershorts and pulled them down leaving him naked on his back.
She went to the closet and from an open bag on the floor produced a diaper, unfolded it and slipped it under him just the same as if he were a toddler and not an oversized 8 year old, Max lifting his legs as high in the air as he could. The diaper was not at all like the diapers you see little kids wearing. This was no pull up, nor was it some thin cloth like pad with cartoons printed on them, this was a thick plastic diaper, like the Huggies Nick Cage steals in Raising Arizona, which is one of my Dad’s favorite movies, only this one had animals playing soccer printed on the outside. When he lowered his butt onto it you could hear the crinkle even from across the room. She powdered the boy before bringing up the front and smoothing it out over his waist, the pull and tug of the diaper causing it to rustle as it was adjusted into place. Even the tapes made a noise when they were peeled from their backing and stuck to the front surface of the disposable.
Max sat up and took the pj shorts his mom handed him and he stepped into them settling them at his waist, his diaper sticking up all around the waistband of his pajamas. He pulled the shirt on next but that did little to conceal the padding around his lower parts.
“Okay kiddo, come on your turn.,” Ellen told Kenny
He looked for a moment like he might say something or might hesitate, but if he wanted to say something he didn’t. Instead he pulled off his shirt and dropped his jeans, laying down on the bed where his brother had moments before. This puzzled me, as I thought I had heard them say earlier that Kenny USED to wet the bed, and they were putting the plastic sheet back on his bed for me, so why was he being diapered too?.
I watched as the process was repeated with Kenny. Since Max was closer to my size and Kenny was somehow smaller than both of us despite being the oldest, the tapes came much more forward on Kenny. Ellen worked quickly and the whole process was over just as quick for Kenny, when she was done the diaper looked just right and not oversized in the least. If he was self conscious he didn’t show it as he pulled on his pj bottoms, he didn’t seem any different than normal.
But no matter how fast she had been with her own boys when Ellen turned to me and said “Alright Todd, let’s get you too” Time suddenly seemed to slow to a crawl.
I stood there kind of immobile. Mom’s hands on my shoulders pushed me forward reassuringly. I pulled my shirt off. My senses were so attuned right then I could smell the cotton of my t-shirt as I pulled it over my head. When I grabbed at the waist of my jeans I felt the waistband of my boxers had ridden up, I glanced down not remembering which pair I had put on this morning. I hadn’t selected my underwear with the intent of anyone seeing them, what if I had worn something embarrassing like my snoopy boxers? Sure enough there was Snoopy dressed as a fighter pilot flying his doghouse all over my underwear, oh happy day. I undid my belt and unsnapped my jeans and let them fall a little as I wondered what to do next, feeling as if I had turned red all over.
Maybe sensing my embarrassment Kenny chimed in “Cool boxers bro, Snoopy’s cool”
I wasn’t entirely convinced, but at the same time I realized that Snoopy boxers would seem downright mature compared to being diapered, so I couldn’t help but laugh inwardly at my own predicament. So I pushed my jeans the rest of the way down and stepped out of them and took my place on the bed, my nervous chuckle seeming extra hollow to my own ears. I felt the mattress crinkle under my weight, Ellen must have put the plastic sheet back on the mattress already. I wonder If Kenny resented that? He must have been proud to have it gone from his bed, and now not only is it back on, but he is diapered for what seems only my benefit. Was that his idea or his Mom’s? While I didn’t know Kenny really well I wondered if he thought that would make me more at ease, maybe he volunteered to be diapered too? He seemed quick to think of others as long as they weren’t his little brother.
I felt fingers at my waist and the sudden chill of exposure as my woven shorts were pulled down.
“Lift your butt for me buddy” Ellen said tapping my butt with a finger
I lifted my pelvis from the bed, causing the plastic sheet to crackle in my ear as I did.
“Ok that’s good, you’re doing great” Ellen said as I lowered myself onto the diaper.
12 years old and diapered. Other than Kenney, who was ‘taking one for the team’ was I the only kid in middle school who had been in diapers? I had never thought of diapers before. We had tried goodnights, and to my simultaneous relief and also some disappointment they leaked everytime and I still woke up in the middle of the night soaked, so the plastic sheet and lots of laundry was our coping mechanism. Now that mom knew there were diapers I could fit in, was it back to diapers for me?
Ellen pushed my knees apart to spread my legs out, I found that I complied with her touch without thinking, maybe some part of me remembered how to get diapered? All in all this was a very embarrassing, but not unpleasant affair. Truth be told I kind of liked it, the attention and the bulk between my legs, still I wondered if it made me a bit weird. Would Kenny and Max share those feelings, or would they shun me if they knew? Kenny didn’t seem to protest at all when they wanted to diaper him, so maybe it is normal to not hate it? But on the other hand it might be weird, and I didn’t want to be THAT KID so I decided I would keep my mouth shut.
I smelled the powder before I felt it as she sprinkled it on my diaper area., I turned my head to the side and made eye contact with Kenny who was watching with what looked to be rapt attention at me getting changed. Kenny’s mom tugged the front of the diaper into place and used the palm of her hand to hold it in place while she used her other hand to tape it down.
“There you go sport, good job” Ellen told me as she held out a pair of Max’s Pj’s for me to put on. “Hope dinosaurs are okay”
“I like dinos” I said dumbly as I took them from her, seeing the t-rex’s and stegosaurus’s which covered the shorts.
Standing I was keenly aware of the thickness between my legs. Awkwardly I stepped into the pj shorts and started to pull them up, but I felt them get caught on my diapers bulk in the back, I had to try a couple times before I figured out that I had to pull them out in the back to get them over my diaper. I felt like my legs were being forced apart, but it was oddly comforting too, like it was supposed to be there. I pulled over the green and blue top, which had only a single stegosaurus across the chest. My mom walked over to me and crouched down a bit before she folded me into her arms as she smoothed out my pj top in the back.
“Thank you for being so good kiddo, I know this is probably a bit weird for you, but I’m proud of you, you know?”
“I love you mom” I said, hugging her back.
She patted my butt a couple of times in a gesture I had never really paid too much attention too, but in that moment I realized I had seen it a million times before. Adults seem to perform it almost instinctively when they pick up a baby or comfort a diapered toddler. I blushed hearing the dull whomps and light crinkles of the plastic.
We were released to go play or watch tv so we made our way back through the house toward the family room. Walking did feel different, and the crinkles were present with every step. Mom stopped me when we got to the kitchen and told me to be good for the Paltos this weekend.
“Janet, look at our little boy, all grown up and in diapers” My dad told her with a little slurring of his words that indicated my Mom would be telling him no more beer before too much longer.
“Gerald, be nice, it’s fine and if it keeps Todd dry, then it can only be a good thing, right?” She said, stressing being nice into a pleading sound.
“I’m just teasing the boy, I think it’s great if he’s dry, maybe he should wear them all the time. In fact when we get home we can look in the attic for his binkie too”
Mom, Ellen and Ed were all looking very uncomfortable, I think maybe my dad was coming too close to making fun of Ed and Ellen’s kids by proxy or something. “You boys go play for a bit okay?” Ed said shooing us from the room with an annoyed look at my Dad, a look my dad probably completely missed.
We returned to the family room in the basement and played some games. My heart wasn’t really in it, as I was more interested in the diaper between my legs, it felt alien and strange, but at the same time it was comforting and felt like I was supposed to be wearing it.
I must have dozed off while it wasn’t my turn, because the next thing I remember was being roused sleepily and following Max and Kenny up the stairs to bed. The house seemed quiet and I could hear our diapers rustle as we climbed the stairs, Max was between Kenny and me and I could see his diaper through the thin knit pajamas shorts he was wearing. I found myself a little thrilled to be wearing the same thing as him, I tried hard to not feel that way because I was sure it was not normal for a boy my age to like being in diapers.
A few minutes later we were laying in Kenny’s bed, my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, although a little light came in from the hallway where the door was left cracked open. I could hear the mattress protector on Max’s bed as he moved around in his bunk trying to get comfortable. I could also hear the plastic sheet beneath Kenny and I too.
“Kenny, sorry your mom put your plastic sheet back on your bed just for me” I told him feeling bad.
“You heard that huh?” Kenny asked
“Yeah, I know you must have been proud to be rid of it”
“Yeah I was, but I also missed it, in a way..”
“You’re just saying that, but thanks anyways” I said, trying to let him know how much I appreciated his saying that.
“No for real. A few weeks ago I made Max switch beds with me for the night, but Mom was mad at us for switching since my bed was unprotected. She said not to switch again.” he said trailing off like he wanted to say more. I heard him take a deep breath before continuing “Every now and then I wear one of Max’s diapers too - but I’m too afraid of being caught, you probably think that’s really weird don’t you?” I could hear his uncertainty in that last part, I couldn’t see him in the dark, but I could imagine him reddening a bit as he made his admission.
His earnestness felt so genuine, but I’m still surprised by my own response, I certainly didn’t mean to say what I did, it’s just like I spoke without thinking. “Yeah, but I kinda understand it too, when I first heard diaper tonight I thought it would be embarrassing and terrible, but then I kind of liked it too, and all through the rest of the night I just felt great “
“I know right? When I first got dry, I was proud, and I felt like I had accomplished something, but within a month or so I realized I missed it too, and then I started to get jealous when Max got diapered.”
“I love it too!” Max said cheerfully from his bunk
“Shut it doofus” Kenny told his younger brother, he sounded only partially annoyed
Max didn’t respond, leaving me with an awkward lull in conversation “Why don’t you just wet the bed again if you want to wear them?” I asked.
“I thought about it, but my parents said I could have an laptop with the money they would save on not having to buy diapers for me, and it just seems like it would disappoint them both. ”
“Oh. That makes sense”
“That’s why tonight was such a great opportunity. In fact Mom said I was being sweet when I asked her if I could wear it tonight too, she thought I was doing it for you, and I was in a way, I really didn’t want you to feel bad for wetting. But then I saw the look on your face when you were being diapered and I knew, I could tell you felt like me.”
I was woken when Max came down the ladder from his bunk, groggily I could see light filtering in through the mini blinds, looking like the sun had already come up. Kenny was already gone from the bed. I yawned and went to move from the bed to follow Max, and the minute I moved I became aware that my diaper had swollen up, which I wasn’t expecting. The bulk last night had been noticeable, but this morning it felt so much thicker.
I took note of Max’s waddle too, his diaper now visibly swollen beneath his pjs. Something about this felt so right to me, I don’t think I could have put it into words, but I felt happy about waking up this morning in a way I seldom ever did at home. Normally each morning is waking up cold and miserable, dreading having to strip my bed. I could tell my diaper was wet, but it wasn’t cold, or uncomfortable, it felt a little droopy but even that was far from unpleasant.
We found Kenny already downstairs watching TV and joined him, where we channel surfed a bit jumping between cartoon network and youtube. It wasn’t too long until we heard noise upstairs in the kitchen, with Ed calling down to us “Who wants pancakes?”
That sent all three of us scampering up the stairs.
“Morning guys!” He said by way of greeting us, as we all sat around the table where three plates had already been put out along with glasses of juice.
“How’d you sleep Todd?” he asked as he mixed the pancake batter together.
“Really good, thanks” I replied
“He said it was nice not to wake up wet” Max added when I didn’t.
“Shut up Max,” Kenny said, punching him in the arm.
“OW!” Max protested, rubbing his arm
“Kenny don’t hit your brother, and Max don’t embarrass our guest”
“He’s not wrong though, it was nice to get a full nights sleep and not wake up uncomfortable” I offered trying to sound mature about it
“Well that’s great news then, now maybe that gives something you and your folks can try at home then” He said, pouring some batter onto the griddle.
After we had all been served, Ellen came to the kitchen, already having dressed and gotten ready for the day, she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down
“You boys excited?” She asked.
“Yes Ma’am” I said, with Max and Kenny also joining in.
“We’re going to get ready to go as soon as we finish with breakfast okay? Todd honey, I’ll get you some of Max’s clothes to wear”
“Okay” I told her, frowning down at the fact that I had dripped syrup on Max’s PJ top, I dabbed at the stain with my napkin.
Max yawned big, in the middle of chewing
“Gross!” Kenny said when Max finished his yawn and leaned his open mouth toward Kenny, stirring up the chewed pancakes with his tongue.
“Sweetie, close your mouth, that’s not nice” Ellen admonished him “You still sleepy? You were all up much later than normal last night.”
Max nodded rubbing his eyes
“Well you will have time to nap in the car if you like” She said as she got up from the table and disappeared into the dining room toward the back of the house. “When you boys get done, go brush your teeth okay so we can get ready?”
Max was still eating, but I finished my pancakes about the same time as Kenny so I followed his lead and put my plate and silverware in the dishwasher, before following him out of the kitchen and down the hall to the bathroom. Ellen must have heard us because she stuck her head out the doorway of Max and Kenny’s room.
“Todd, I put a toothbrush out for you on the counter, Kenny can you please come here for a minute and give me a hand?”
The toothbrush was still in the package and it took me a minute of fumbling to get the cardboard backing open and the toothbrush pulled out. I had just squeezed some toothpaste out when Kenny came in and I moved over a bit to give him room at the single sink.
“Mom wants to talk with you when you get done, she is getting out some of Max’s clothes for you.” He turned on the water and dropped his voice to only a little over a whisper “She’s keeping Max in diapers for the trip, and she will probably ask if you want to too, in case you want to sleep in the car”
“What about you?” I asked lowering my voice to match his.
“Don’t know. She didn’t say anything about me” he shrugged
I didn’t know what to say so I started brushing my teeth, and soon Max was squeezing himself in too. it was beginning to get claustrophobic so I finished up probably a little bit quicker than the recommended three minutes.
I stepped down the hall passing the linen closet and entering Kenny’s room.
There were a pair of jeans on the bed and two tee shirts. The jeans still had their store tags on them, as did both shirts.
“Hey kiddo. Those jeans are some that I just got on sale for Max, figured he won’t grown into them until spring or even next summer, but I bet they will fit you perfectly. Do you like either of these shirts?” Ellen asked, pointing to a black shirt with a green line drawing of a video game controller on it, and a yellow shirt with a black zig zag pattern at the bottom like Charlie Brown wore.
“I like the yellow” I said looking at the jeans and shirt.
“Thought you might, since you had Snoopy on your underwear last night”
I blushed at the thought of her discussing my underwear. It did occur to me that last night, my cartoon boxers, which at the time seemed so childish, would seem all grown up when compared to standing here in a swollen, wet, disposable diaper. Then again even tighty whities would seem grown up compared to that
“I usually give the boys the option of diapers for a car trip, in case they want to sleep. It’s up to you though, I have some unopened underpants we put up for Max’s Christmas if you would rather, although my boys like boxer briefs instead of boxers?”
“Max and Kenny will be wearing diapers too?” I asked her
“Well Max will for sure, he already said he wants to nap on the way. I’ll ask Kenny when he gets done brushing, but Kenny will not think any less of you for your choice.”
I wanted the diapers, I knew that much, I just couldn’t figure out how to say it, so I stammered a bit “I umm, I ahhh, III…” My cheeks became redder as I realized I was trying to ask her to keep me in diapers. I eventually just hung my head, unable to say it outloud.
Ellen put the clothes on the bed and sat down across from me, “It’s okay sweetie, you don’t need to feel ashamed. There is nothing wrong with wearing diapers.”
A noise in the hall drew my attention and I saw both Kenny and Max waiting in the doorway, I feel my face flush at having an audience for my big decision. In my mind I could hear myself saying “I’ll wear diapers” with confidence and certainty, the reality however was that I managed to croak out the rest of my request “diapers” was nothing more than a horse whisper.
“I want diapers too!” Max was positive, upbeat and exuberant from the doorway
Ellen chuckled a little “I know you do, you’ve never not wanted to be in diapers if we let you. How about you Kenny?”
Kenny yawns “I’m still kinda tired too I guess” he says very tentatively, his hesitation feeling very different from my own, he seems to watch his mom’s reaction closely
“Okay then, I guess we’ll need the big park bag for today then. Go ahead and see if you still have your spare clothes bundle in your dresser, and grab a set from Max’s drawers so we can make a bundle for Todd too please, I should have already thought of that” Ellen smiled patting the bed “Alright Todd, looks like I have a line at the door - so let’s get you in some dry pants okay?”
Before I get a chance to even lay down, Kenny hands over a small packing cube of clothes along with a pair of sweatpants, another t-shirt, and some socks. Ellen sets them by the clothes set out for me. I lay down on the bed, and Ellen reaches into the closet removing the entire bag of diapers, setting the bag on the bed.
My cheeks burn a bit as Kenny’s mom pushes my pj top up out the way before pulling my pajama bottoms off. I look over to Max and Kenny both of whom have different expressions, Max’s look is maybe impatience and a bit of smugness? This contrasted to Kenny’s almost conspiratorial look, his face looking deliberately neutral but based on what I knew from our conversation last night I don’t think I was imagining that the neutral look was rather forced..
“Goodness, Your mom was right, you are a heavy wetter” Ellen said looking at my diaper, which I guess she could tell was really wet from looking at it? The swelling probably. Did it look different from Max’s? His had seemed swollen this morning I recalled, did the amount it swelled line up with how wet it was? How about Kenny’s? I glanced over and saw swelling under his pajamas too, but less than Max’s for sure, so maybe that was it. If they got too wet would they pop like a balloon? Is that a ‘leak’ or a ‘blowout?’
I felt a tap on my leg “be back in just a second” Ellen said stepping away and back into the closet where I could see her pulling out some cloth bins from one of those storage cube organizer things.. A moment later she returned with a couple folded things that looked a little like a diaper but without the side things. She placed one beside the diaper and set the others by the bag “I think we need a doubler for you since I think you have a fire hydrant somewhere in your family tree” My cheeks reddened a bit, even as I couldn’t help but laughed at the image of a picture of a fire hydrant in one of those photo collages my grandma has of all the people in our family.
I found out the ‘doubler’ was put into the diaper, in the front, just before it slid under me and it made it feel thicker and I guessed from the name made it hold twice as much too, which kind of made sense. Standing up it felt like walking would be an even bigger challenge and I stepped into the jeans which were handed to me, I tried pulling them up and just like the PJ bottoms last night they didn’t just come up over my butt when I tried to pull them up, I had to pull them out a bit in the back to clear the padding. It also took me a try or two to get the jeans snapped in the front, I wasn’t used to the scrunchy elastic waist kind of jeans, but I got it after a second, and then pulled on the Charlie Brown looking shirt. While I got dressed Max had replaced me on the bed and was changed, with no doubler. Getting off the bed he went to the closest to grab some clothes and he stood in the doorway getting dressed while I tried to pull a pair of socks on and found it much harder to keep my balance than normal, it’s not like I was going to fall or anything, it just felt so different that even normal movements felt awkward.
“Diaper duty for more than 12 years now. I wish we’d bought stock in Huggies, we’d be wealthy by now.” Ellen gave a theatrical sigh “All right, one more to go” Max and Kenny’s mom said as she patted the bed for Kenny. Had she been joking, it sounded like it, but if Kenny was wet was she really mad at him? From her perspective he was wearing a diaper just to be nice to me, would that make him go longer before he got his laptop? I hoped not, and I hoped Kenny didn’t regret doing that for me, even if he said he missed it. Kenny’s facial expression was odd too, I wondered if his feelings were as jumbled about this as mine - he was blushing which I definitely understood, but he also had a sheepish grin meets grimace on his face “I’m sorry mom, I was dry when I woke up, but then I was watching tv and just didn’t think about it.”
My dad often joked like that too, saying something like it was funny but as often as not it meant he was upset or kind of mad about stuff, but Kenny’s parents didn’t seem like they would be that way.
“Shh. It’s okay sweetie, you don’t have to explain, it’s nothing to worry about” and I saw Kenny’s face relax and I relaxed a bit too, feeling that she really meant it and had just been trying to be funny. Within a few moments Kenny was changed and we were all dressed while Ellen moved stuff from the small backpack to a much bigger one, putting the changes of clothes in the bottom, and then quite a few diapers and the doublers on top. She handed the bag to Kenny “Take this to your father and let him know we’ll be ready to go in a few. Max go help make sure the cooler has drinks and snacks okay. All three of you take your jackets, it’s going to cool off later in the day and I don’t want anyone complaining about being cold. Todd, your jacket is on the couch by the front door”
Maybe I will make myself veer off into different territory (although Dino’s was an attempt to write a slightly different trope too since I had never done a ‘punishment’ story)! Maybe I’ll try something with the photography, don’t know if it will make things better for Todd or not, but we’ll see!