Re: New old story - Diapers, Sunshine, and the great state of Alabama (2017 version)
[h=2]Chapter 2 – The Lawyer the Witch and my Wardrobe[/h]I woke the next morning to a pleasantly dry bed. I didn’t really remember going to bed, I did remember beginning to nod off during a late night kung fu flick on cable. Aunt Sarah or Uncle Steve must have woke us up and sent us to bed. I threw the covers off and swinging my legs over the side of the bed I realized that not only was I in a diaper, but it was wet as well. I replayed the surreal events from last evening. I guess overall I felt glad to have worn the diaper, but a little embarrassed too. My diaper crinkled less this morning, but it still rustled as I moved.
Rob apparently roused by my stirring crawled out from his side of the bed as well. He looked at me and grinned “good morning cousin, sleep well” Rob asked this in an affected faux southern drawl, which I image would soon enough be replaced with a real accent given enough time.
“Yup,” I replied moving toward the door. My diaper felt heavy and seemed to pull at my PJ bottoms. I was weird, but even on nights when I wet I still wake up having to pee. In this case though, I wasn’t sure what to do about my diaper. “I gotta pee” I stated as much a question as a statement.
“Well then pee in your diaper, that’s why you’re wearing one isn’t it” Rob said.
He had a point and so I stood there and tried to pee. Abstractly I hoped my already heavy diaper would hold it all and not leak, my inexperience left me unsure as to how much of the diapers capacity I had already used. I tried to pee and nothing happened. I just stood there, trying to let go, but I just couldn’t seem to start. I stood there trying and feeling very self-conscious, my predicament must have been obvious because Rob poked me in the ribs causing me to jump in surprise.
Turning to let him have it right back I realized I had let go and was peeing freely. I felt a big grin spread on my face, followed by some shame, here I was at 14 willfully peeing my pants. It felt strange and wonderful at the same time. Rob watched with an appreciative smile of his own. “Come on, Mom will have breakfast on, let’s go get some.”
And with that we both raced downstairs to the kitchen. Uncle Steve was already seated at the table reading the paper, which he looked over the top at us as we came in. “’Bout time you boys woke up, thought you were going to sleep all day.” Rick was already seated with his back to us, he was hunched over the table and you could see the plastic of a diaper sticking above the waist of his PJ’s, too.
Rob and I sat at the two empty spaces across from Rick and I experienced an odd sensation when I sat down. I immediately became aware of my diapers wetness and it felt kind of nice.
Breakfast was good, great even when compared with last nights dinner, maybe eggs and bacon are easier? The conversation was lively as Uncle Steve in turn asked everyone what they wanted to do today. Aunt Sarah was going to go to town and shop some, Rick was going to be dropped of at a friend’s house and Uncle Steve was going to work one of the back plots with the tractor. That left Rob and I to our own devices and we determined that we were going to spend the day playing XBox games and maybe go back to the creek that cuts through a corner of their land and fish some.
Rick, who had finished his breakfast first, had run upstairs to take a shower, to return a few quick minutes later dressed and ready for the day.
“How many pull-ups did you put in your bag?” Aunt Sarah asked.
“Three” Rick said, sounding annoyed at being at asked
“Well I don’t want you running out like last time, that’s all. Remember how embarrassed you were?”
“Yes Mom” Rick said sheepishly.
Aunt Sarah turned her attention to Rob and myself. “Alright you two, plates in the dishwasher and go get your showers”
We were marched upstairs and Aunt Sarah directed me to the master bath where after I had removed my PJ’s she helped me out of my aging sodden diaper. “You are a heavy wetter. See these patches on the back of your pj pants? That’s where you leaked a bit there, champ, we’ll have to put a doubler in there next time, to help you go the distance.”
“This is what Rob uses to keep his pubic region free from hair.” Sarah told me handing me an electric trimmer and instructed me in its use before leaving me alone to groom and shower. Sadly the hot water didn’t last that long and I finished rather quickly. I stepped out of the shower and noticed in the mirror on the back of the door how much like Rob I looked like now. I had been proud of my pubic hair and was kind of sad to see it go, but Aunt Sarah’s mini lecture on diaper rash was enough to convince me. Monday might be a challenge at PE if anyone else noticed, but that seemed a long way away.
After making sure I was dry, I wrapped my towel around my waist and went in search of some clothes to wear. Rob got to his room at the same time as I, also wearing a towel wrapped about his waist. Aunt Sarah met us in the hall having apparently heard the water in both bathrooms shut off.
“Todd, Rob’ll show you his clothes and you can wear whatever you like. Rob what’s it gonna be honey? You want regular underwear today?”
Rob looked pleadingly at me and a bit hesitant before turning to his mom “Can I just stay in diapers today? We’re gonna go fishing and I don’t want to have to come back to the house every little bit”
I was shocked, night time was one thing, but why would you want to wear a diaper during the day? I almost wanted to remind him that we could just pee on the trees, that he was in the country after all and that was a gift given to all men. I would have said something save that I had a sudden suspicion and insight nsight that Rob just wanted to wear diapers and the whole not coming back to the house was a way to make it okay. I reluctantly admitted to myself that they do feel good so who was I to burst his bubble.
Sarah kind of gave a mock sigh of exasperation. “I swear you’d wear diapers all the time if I let you. I suppose you’re going to get Todd doing the same aren’t you?“
Caught of guard, I kind of nodded, still not really understanding why but knowing that if I didn’t keep this momentum going my self doubt might keep me from doing this again.
“It’s no wonder I have to buy so many diapers between you and your brother.” She chided Rob good naturedly as she pulled two diapers from a bag inside his closet. She laid the diapers down and then told us to hold on a second as she crossed the hall to Rick’s room and returned with several diaper stuffers which she put in Rob’s top drawer after setting a couple aside.
“Todd, come on, you can go first.” She called to me.
I lay down and she nodded approvingly at my hairlessness. Unfolding my disposable she stuck a liner inside and mumbled something about me having a faucet in my pants as she powdered my diaper area after applying a good coat of oil. Taping the diaper on me she shooed me from the bed with a quick pat on the butt as I moved out of the way for Rob. Rob was likewise diapered in a similar fashion.
Rather than leaving us to finish getting dressed Aunt Sarah opened Rob’s second drawer and pulled out plastic pants for both of us that she had us each step into. “Todd here was kind of leaky this morning, and since you boys will be going until after lunch time a little extra protection might help” She explained as she pulled the pants up over my diaper.
Aunt Sarah, still not leaving, then went to Rob’s closet and handed us each some clothes to wear. I pulled the t-shirt over my head; it was solid blue with a yellow collar and yellow bands at the end of the sleeves. I was kind of surprised when she handed me a pair of overalls, even living in the south I never wore them and very rarely saw anyone else wear them for that matter. I stepped into them and then had to step out since I had them backwards. I pulled them up and then tried to reach behind me for the shoulder strap and messed up.
“Here, this way.” Rob demonstrated, he hadn’t undone the bib portion and he just stepped into the overalls between the shoulder straps and then pulled the shoulders over his arms as he raised them.
I noticed then that they weren’t overalls at all, at least not like the kind I expected to see. These had short legs to them, ending above the knee. I stepped into mine this time getting it right. I felt like I was three and for reasons I can’t explain that really turned me on, which I guessed was probably not exactly normal.
Rob and I crinkled our way down the steps and out the back door, running as best we were able to the big barn, which wasn’t well with the extra bulk of a doubler and plastic pants. The front of the barn was being used as storage and despite looking old and disheveled the barn like the house was orderly and neat. Rob grabbed two fishing poles and the tackle box from their appointed place. Uncle Steve passed the door, as we were getting ready to leave and told us to check in by 1:30 or so.
We fished without much luck until a storm threatened overhead so we reverted to our original plan of video games and headed back to the house. The large green John Deere was parked next to the barn so it was of no surprise to find Uncle Steve inside at the table making a call to someone about what sounded to be a mechanical problem with the tractor.
We slipped upstairs and played games for what seemed like only minutes but might have been hours when Uncle Steve called us down for lunch.
“You fellas catch much? You didn’t fish very long” he asked us as we ate.
“No sir,” I replied ashamed to have done so poorly.
“I think the storm is scaring the fish off,” Rob chirped in. I didn’t correct him that storms usually make it easier to fish.
Rob had handled himself well with a rod. I had kind of imagined that being from the city and the north and all he wouldn’t be able to fish, but his skills had been admirable enough for a beginner (well, maybe not considering we didn’t catch a single fish).
“I see, well maybe tomorrow they’ll be more eager to be caught,” said Uncle Steve reassuringly.
With our sandwiches finished and the paper plates thrown away, Uncle Steve asked if either of us were wet. It took me a moment to realize the context of his question, as first I thought he was asking about the rain before the whole diaper thing came back to me. I answered to the negative and Rob offered a ‘not very’.
“Well you boys don’t push them too far, I don’t want that either of you should leak, okay? I know you probably won’t want to quit playing to get your diapers changed, but it only takes a minute.”
“Yes sir.” We both agreed, well I offered the sir as habit and Rob just offered a yes before we went back to the playroom.
It wasn’t but about twenty minutes before Uncle Steve interrupted us again “I’m going into town to McMurray’s feed. You boys want to tag along?”
“Sure” Rob said excitedly and I found myself chiming in to the affirmative as well.
“Okay why don’t you boys loose the play clothes then and we’ll go” Uncle Steve said as we headed to Robs room to change.
Changing was quick and in minutes we were both back in normal blue jeans. We headed out the door and before I knew it we were piled in the back of Uncle Steve’s old pickup truck and headed toward town.
The ride was short, about 15 minutes and we were parking at McMurray’s feed and grain. Roy McMurray was bent behind the counter where he looked up from a book to greet us as we entered. Roy, who at almost 50 years old probably didn’t need to be called “Morris McMurray’s oldest boy” anymore, was never the less thought of in exactly that fashion by just about everyone around town. Hell Roy probably thought of himself as “Morris McMurray’s Oldest”. Morris had 9 children, all of whom had moved away except Roy who had stayed in Simonsville to help run the family business and that continuity is why to many he is still Morris’s boy Roy.
“Afternoon Mr. Leesum, I got your order ready to go already stacked at the side door. If you want to pull the truck around I’ll meet you to help with the loading.” Roy offered as he came from behind the counter.
“Nope, Roy you just take it easy I brought these here two strapping young lads to help load, they might as well earn their keep.” Uncle Steve said as he pointed to use both.
Uncle Steve and Rob headed to the side door and in the quiet of the feed store I realized I could hear my diaper crinkle as I moved, it sounded loud to me and stopping I tried to hear Rob’s but I was unable. Still a bit self-conscious I tried to walk with as little rustle as possible.
Around the side we set to loading the feed bags and a box of tractor parts onto the truck. We made short work of things and got back on the road fairly quick, we drove down Central Street and pulled into a parking lot of the hardware store and parked remarkably enough next to Aunt Sarah’s van. I figured that Aunt Sarah must have been in the bank next door or the beauty parlor next to the bank. Uncle Steve led us through the hardware store where he bought all kinds of pipe and fittings for something. I myself hated plumbing work, having had to learn to do the simple handyman stuff for mom and I; I tried to avoid the plumbing side of life completely.
Back in the parking lot we met up with Aunt Sarah who was indeed coming out of the bank. She told Uncle Steve she wanted to borrow us boys to help her with some chores around town and that in exchange for our labor we could get a new game if we wanted too. So Uncle Steve left with the feed and parts and Aunt Sarah, Rob and I walked across the street to the Aunt Sarah’s ‘new office’
We learned that Sarah had been in the bank making arrangements to open an office downtown, and it just so happened to be across from the bank. Simonsville had a small enough downtown area – so everything was close to everything else. She thought the town could use a lawyer and even if it wasn’t much work, they hadn’t moved out here for her to work all the time anyways. Rob and I helped sift through some of the old junk left in the office and take it round back to be picked up by the garbage.
“Perfect! Come here guys, you just have to see this!” Aunt Sarah squealed as we came back in from our fifth trip to the back where we left the numerous boxes of moldy carbon paper we had found.
Aunt Sarah was gazing lovingly at some dilapidated desk. It was big, dark, and menacing if a desk could be called menacing. It was covered with dust and smelled faintly musty when we got close. “I’ll restore this old desk, that’s what I’ll do. Just you wait and see.” Aunt Sarah said to herself.
“Looks like crap mom, why would you want that old beat up thing?” Rob asked
“What? My desk. Crap? Nooooo way, mister. Would you rather carry it out back?”
“Sure, if we can break it into pieces first.”
“Well you can’t. Besides, it has character and charm; it will be a conversation piece when I am finished with it. It will just take some elbow grease that’s all”
Aunt Sarah locked her ‘new’ office and we headed back across the street to the hardware store where Aunt Sarah barreled down each aisle getting the things she would need to rescue the ailing desk. While waiting in line with a handcart filled with sandpaper, varnish, and stripper Aunt Sarah dipped a finger in the side of Rob’s pants and said in an almost hushed voice “were you just going to let ‘em fall off? Why didn’t you tell me you needed changed?”
Aunt Sarah paused only a moment before she pulled my pants out to the side and using a finger she checked my diaper, I blushed of course, I could have told her I was wet she didn’t have to check for herself.
“Well you’re not as bad as Rob, but you could stand some dry pants too.” She said her voice all business. I was embarrassed of course, but still there was something else there too. I was almost certain that these public displays were part of some game she played for Rob’s benefit.
Aunt Sarah turned when the clerk cleared his throat indicating it was her turn to check out. Sarah paid for her items and we left the store and carried the bags back across the street where we locked them back up in the new office. We boys climbed into the minivan while Aunt Sarah opened the back and rummaged through a bag.
“Well shoot, of course the only things back here are Rick’s and you two will float away anytime now. Whatever possessed your father to leave with you two and not bring the diaper bag? Well, let’s go get this taken care of.” Aunt Sarah said as she started the van.
We drove to the SaveMax Foods, Simonsville’s one and only supermarket although it was only half the size of a big city store. Given small town efficiency the Simonsville SaveMax was also a drug store and movie rental establishment, as most folks here still rent discs instead of netflix.
There wasn’t much to get because Aunt Sarah had gone shopping the day before but we got some more soda, some milk and a couple boxes of microwave popcorn. Being a child of the media age I couldn’t look at the box without the product’s sappy little jingle running through my head “Remember it’s perfectly seasoned every time if it’s ‘Perfect Pop’ brand popping corn”.
We wound our way down the few aisles until finally coming across the one just before produce. Bright and cheerful packages adorned with cartoon animals tried their best to hock breakfast cereal on the one side, while across the aisle toddlers smiled from atop the diaper packages on the baby needs aisle. We worked our way down passing the Frosted Flakes and the Huggies size 1 to 6 where we stopped at a noticeable empty spot opposite the Mini-Wheats.
“Well, there’s pull ups a plenty, but were fine on those, and we do need more diapers. Rob, would you be a lamb and go get the stock boy for me? I think he was over stocking soup?” Aunt Sarah asked while examining the hole as if she expected diapers to just magically appear there.
Rob left and returned with said stock-boy in little time. The stock boy was one of the older kids at the high school. I think he might have been a junior, but I wasn’t exactly sure who he was, even after reading his name tag and coming up with ‘Eric’
“Yes Ma’am, what can I help you with?” Eric asked.
“Do you have any of these in the back?” Aunt Sarah asked pointing at the empty space.
“These… These… These…” Eric said looking at a clipboard, which I can only assume, had a shelving layout on it. Eric fumbled a minute and finally located the right diagram.
“Oh, them big adult diapers. Let me go have a look in the back.” Eric said as he headed for the double doors between the produce and the meat case.
Eric returned a few minutes later with several packs under each arm. He handed a pack to Sarah who started to put them into the buggy when she saw the package.
“I’m sorry, but these are mediums and they’d only fit my youngest boy. Do you have any large back there? I should have said I needed those as well as these, I’m sorry”
Eric put the extra diapers on the shelf and headed back to the stock room only to return a few minutes later with two packages.
“Here you are. We only had the two packs back there until the next truck comes and I almost overlooked them,” Eric said handing one pack to Aunt Sarah.
“I’ll take them both, thank you,” She said putting the diapers in the cart.
I’m almost certain Eric was still in earshot when Aunt Sarah told us we would have to make the two packs plus the stock at home last until the next truck came in. Back at the front near the movie rental part of the store we all headed over to the checkout where Eric bagged the groceries as the cashier rang things up. SaveMax had yet to get scanners and still had manual cash registers, which were at least electronic if nothing else. The cashier, when she got to the diapers kept turning the package over until finally she gave up and asked Eric if he had any idea how much they cost.
Eric apologized and explained he had just gotten them out of the back and forgot to price them. Using a book she got from under the register She rang them up, and gave the package one last glance before handing them to Eric to be bagged. I guess it finally sank in what she was ringing up and she looked at me and then Rob probably wondering if they were ours. Boy was I feeling paranoid, she probably thought they were for someone’s grandma, unless of course she heard our pants crinkling and then she would know exactly who they were for.
Aunt Sarah paid, and Eric carried the groceries to the van. She tipped Eric and sent him on his way before grabbing a pack diapers and walking us around to the side of the van where she unlocked the door. Apparently knowing the routine Rob dropped his pants and lay down on his back in front of the two captains chairs.
“Lift up a bit honey” She asked so she could work his plastic pants down enough to get to his soaked diaper. Rob was changed quick enough and in moment he pulling up his plastic pants so they would once again cover his diaper. Aunt Sarah helped him to pull up his pants and then rolled up the wipes in his old diaper and taped it closed.
“Okay Todd, your turn” She called to me, “And don’t worry the lot is empty I don’t think anyone will see”. So I did like Rob had done and lay down in the floor of the van, I found myself unconsciously spreading my legs to make the change easier. She worked the plastic pants to just below my knees and then she untapped my diaper. I couldn’t open my legs real wide with the pants below my knees, but she managed to wipe me off well enough. She plucked a second diaper from the package and slipped it up under me and taped it securely on. I pulled the vinyl pants back up and she patted my butt when I got my jeans up over my diapers.
“Todd would you go chuck these in that wastebasket over there please?” She handed me the two spent diapers. I waddled over to the trashcan, the new diaper seeming less ‘broken in’ than the last one. As I was tossing the diapers I noticed Eric in the parking lot with a several shopping carts, which meant he most likely witnessed the whole thing, ‘no one out here’ indeed I thought as I felt my face get warm.
My pants crinkled loudly despite the plastic pants and I rustled my way back to the van where I jumped in my seat and fastened my seatbelt. Instead of driving toward the farm we headed in the opposite direction to swing by my house to get a few things to last until Monday evening when my mom was to return.
I opened the door with my key and we all filed into the house. After spending time at Rob’s house my house felt more humble than I ever remember it feeling. Rob and Aunt Sarah followed me down the hall to my room. I was always apprehensive when people came over afraid my room might smell of pee from my bed-wetting. I am always real punctual about washing wet sheets and PJ’s and never letting them stay longer than needed in my room, but I was worried all the same. I was relieved when I opened my door that there was no urine smell, I imagine after being away for over two days that I would smell it if it was there – but no, my room smelled like the rest of the house.
I opened my closet and pulled out an old gym bag tossing it on the bed. Rob sat next to the bag on my bed and I felt a quick moment of embarrassment over the waterproof sheet that I am certain he felt up under him, I tried to dismiss this especially considering that both him and his brother had one but it seemed different being my own bed.
“I didn’t know you liked to read so much” Rob said looking at the two bookshelves besides my desk. Both bookshelves were crammed full of books with more being stacked in my closet.
“Yeah, I read some every night before I go to bed” I explained as I grabbed some clothes from my closet and put them in the bag.
“What kind of books are they?” Rob asked
“Mainly science fiction and fantasy, but there are some mysteries and scary stuff in there too.” I told him while I opened my top drawer to get some socks and boxer shorts for school on Monday.
“I wish Rob would read more” Aunt Sarah interjected.
“Well if you want to borrow something feel free to grab it” I told them both.
I opened my third drawer to get gym clothes but just as old Mother Hubbard had found, my cupboard or drawer in this case, was bare. Bare with the exception of one lone t-shirt and it wasn’t even the right color for P.E.
“I gotta grab something from the laundry room be right back,” I explained as I headed out of my room.
Just on the other side of the living room and kitchen down a small hallway to the garage was our laundry room. I checked the dryer and fetched my weeks gym clothes along with several jocks, which mom always hung to dry so the elastic would last longer. I pulled a jock down from the small line Mom had run under the cabinet in the laundry room, she had put the line there especially for the purpose of drying my jockstraps as I had thrown a fit when she had wanted to dry them in the backyard.
You see, growing up without a father is rather awkward thing at times, there are some things that would come easy to a dad that seem so very much more complex when a mom is involved. Case in point: Each year on the first day of school we are given by every teacher a supply list which is supposed to note anything we might need beyond pencil and paper for that particular class. I never pay much attention to the lists as one expects the same ruler, compass, three-ring punch folder, etc each and every year. Listen to this and feel my pain.
So the Sunday evening before school starts Mom and I had made our way to the stores to fulfill the supply lists. We don’t normally wait until the last minute but mom had been extra busy with school. Anyways, I am surprised to find us back in men’s wear going up and down the underwear aisle. Now we had already done all my back to school clothes shopping before school started so I’m getting curious to our purpose. Normally when I get underwear for back to school I am sent over to get what I want and return to Mom who is usually picking out clothes for me to try on. So it felt odd to be here, pushing the cart looking high and low at each package. Just about the time I was ready to ask her just what we were doing, a clerk trying to be helpful asks if we need assistance. If you haven’t figured it out, I embarrass easily, and someone wanting to help mom with men’s underwear was enough to turn me red.
“I need an, well let me start over, my son here is the one that needs,” she said pointing to me for emphasis, “an athletic supporter. I have looked all over here and I just can’t seem to find them. Does this mean you don’t carry them or are you sold out?”
“No ma’am, you need to get those in sporting goods” The clerk explained, before taking good customer service to a level I wish didn’t exist. He asked “May I show you where?”
And with those five words we were escorted to sporting goods where the clerk dutifully pointed to the correct aisle and told us we could find them “Just down on the right hand side.”
Mom started looking at packages and at this point I was still clueless and had no idea what she was buying me. “Todd, do you think you need a large youth or a medium adult?”
“I don’t know; what is it? Some kind of glove thing?” My ignorance at the subject prevented me from associating having just been looking at other types of undergarments.
“No, Todd – its special underwear for Gym class,” Mom told me.
“Oh.” I boggled “I have to wear special underwear and take a shower both?”
“Yes, dear,” Mom said “Now lets see your waist is closer to an adult medium, I should probably get you a couple so I don’t have to do laundry every day”
She placed three of the boxes in the cart and I picked one up and looked at the picture on the package wondering exactly how you wear it. I might not have known, but I knew I wasn’t going to ask Mom.
“Do you need one of these with the plastic cup part?” Mom asked.
I wanted to ask her that if five minutes ago I had no idea what we were buying then why did she suddenly expect me to know if I needed one with a plastic cup or not (whatever that was!) Instead I just said, “I don’t know”
“Well it won’t hurt for you to have one,” She said with confidence as she put a fourth package in the cart.
That evening in the privacy of my room I figured out exactly how to put one on, and to be honest, I am glad I took the time. There were several of the kids who had trouble at P.E. the next day and they all got teased.
Well two days later I come home from school and as I am walking around to the back door (only company comes in the front door.) What should be hanging from the laundry line? You guessed it, right there on the clothesline were two of my new jockstraps. Let me remind you we live across the street from the school!
I, stealthily as I could, took them down and straight to my room. They had at least completely dried. I found Mom in the kitchen and tried to explain to her that hanging a jock on the clothesline just wasn’t cool. She explained that cool or not the label said no dryer and she always followed the labels. I then tried to explain that it wasn’t that – it’s just that those shouldn’t be dried out there. Exasperated and not understanding she said “You’ve never said anything when I dry your shorts outside. In fact I thought you liked when they dried outside.”
With Mom they were never ‘boxers’ or ‘boxer shorts’ they were always just plain ‘shorts’. In fact she used ‘shorts’ to describe my briefs too when I still wore those. Moms are just weird sometimes.
“This is different Mom” I said, I just couldn’t see why she didn’t understand this simple thing automatically.
Almost two years later and I still don’t think she understands, but with that little exchange, understanding or not, Mom started drying my jocks in the laundry room.
I took my gear back to my room and packed them into my gym bag. I grabbed some deodorant and other toiletries from the bathroom and headed back to my room to announce we were ready to go.
“Todd, I can’t pick anything out. What’s good?” Rob asked pointing to all my books with a sweeping gesture.
I thought about it for a moment before picking out my two favorite books. “These aren’t books like “Harry Potter”, which are good too, but these are more adult-ish.” I explained
He looked at each cover as if trying to gauge something from the covers. “Read that one first and then the other; it’s a sequel,” I said indicating the first book “Fear Nothing” as well as it successor “Seize the Night”
Aunt Sarah looked over Rob’s shoulder and said “Todd, I love Dean Koontz too! I will read those when Rob is done if you don’t mind”
“Of course not, Aunt Sarah,” I replied as I grabbed my bag and got ready to leave.
When we got back to Aunt Sarah’s house we found Rick had returned with a friend and they we’re shooting baskets at the side of the house. Rick had his shirt off and his pull up was riding a good inch above his waistband, his friend must be used to such things, as he offered no comment as they continued to play.
“Hello Matt,” Aunt Sarah told the other boy.
“Hello, Mrs. Leesum,” Matt replied. I then realized then that ‘Matt’ in this case was Matt Rosetick, little brother of Kevin Rosetick whom I have not gotten along well with in recent years. Kevin and I had been best friends, up until about two years ago when for no apparent reason he had chosen a new set of friends, friends that didn’t include me. To make matters worse he acted like it was somehow my fault and I did something wrong to him. Seeing Matt again made me realize it still stung.
Matt also greeted Rob and myself; Rick told him we were cousins and I was staying the weekend with them. I just kind of managed a weak ‘Hey matt’ hoping he didn’t notice my diapers.
Rob and I carried the groceries and diapers into the house. We took everything upstairs and put the large diapers in Rob’s closet. On the way to the playroom Rob opened Rick’s door to deposit his bag of diapers and I was kind of shocked to see an already open package at the foot of his bed out in the open. Rob just chucked the new pack onto his bed and shut the door.
We went back downstairs and joined in the basketball game. I only played half heartedly lest my shirt ride up and expose my secret. After a while Uncle Steve came up from the barn asking who wanted to help get the grill going. The four of us answered in unison and we followed along behind Uncle Steve.
Dinner was nice, with the four of us kids eating at the picnic table outside. The pork chops were tender and we had along with them fried corn and snap beans. While we ate and talked I found out from Matt that Kevin had been in a lot of trouble lately and that the Roseticks were nearing the end of their patience with him. In my unvoiced opinion it served him right for being an asshole.
The four of us played more basketball until finally the mosquitoes drove us inside. Upstairs in the playroom we played video games and watched a bit of tube. We mainly played MKX taking turns with the winner staying up. Rob was on a winning streak and it was my turn up, I took the controller from a freshly defeated Rick who sat beside me to watch.
“It’s almost 9:30,” Rick announced glancing at the clock.
“Is it really okay? I mean is she going to think I’m weird or tell my mom?” Matt asked Rick.
“Dude, don’t worry about it, I took care of it Okay?” Rick shot back.
I wondered what the exchange was about and the distraction led to me getting my ass kicked. Again.
“You suck! Who’s next to face the master?” Rob gloated as I handed the controller to Matt.
About midway into Matt’s battle uncle Steve told us to get our teeth brushed – The game was paused and we all went to take care of our oral hygiene. Rob and I went to the bathroom normally shared by the brothers and Rick and Matt went to the master bath. We both finished at about the same time and headed for Rob’s room, which was notably empty. Rob looked around expecting someone to help with getting ready for bed, but no one was to be found.
“Mom – Dad, you coming in here – we’re done.” Rob called out. I too had become distinctly aware of the diaper I had wet earlier and getting out of it would be rather nice.
“In here, champ” Uncle Steve called out from the playroom.
“Oh okay,” Rob said as we went back to the big den area.
Uncle Steve had placed a pad in the middle of the floor; possibly the same one used last night in Rob’s room I couldn’t quite tell. A pile of supplies and clothes lay piled beside him. Rob undid his belt and let his jeans down and stepped out of them as he crossed to the mat. Rob lay down and Uncle Steve removed his plastic pants and untaped his diaper but left it folded over his groin while he grabbed a wipe and a diaper from beside himself.
Rob was cleaned, powdered, oiled and re-diapered. Uncle Steve got out a pair of plastic pants and rather than just plain white ones we had worn earlier in the day these were covered in cars in trucks. These pants opened like a diaper and had snaps on either side, which he fastened about Rob. He then handed his son a plain white t-shirt and said “Too balmy so no PJ’s tonight.” Rob got up and waddled his way back to me as he pulled the shirt over his head.
I got nervous thinking about how strange all this had been this weekend. Wearing diapers to bed last night, then wearing them all day and being changed out in the open like that? Now I’m being changed in the middle of the playroom floor? Hell Rob didn’t even get anything over his frickin baby pants. I’m going to be wearing a diaper in front of my ex best friends little brother. I tried to undo my jeans, but I guess I was too nervous as I ended up getting help from Uncle Steve before I could lay down on the pad just as Rob had done. Like he did with Rob, Uncle Steve also untapped my diaper and left it lying closed while he got ready to clean me up. It was odd to feel the cool air running under the diaper. Before I knew what was happening I was peeing again – I am surprised the diaper managed to hold much more. Uncle Steve realized what was going on just waited me out and then slipped the now completely sodden diaper from under me. While he was putting the diaper beneath me I saw from my vantage place on the floor that Rick and Matt had come back from their tooth brushing and been witness to my change. Great, I’m sure Matt is going to tell his brother – who already dislikes me – all about my diaper change and then Kevin will tell everyone at school. Oh well nothing to be done about it now.
I got plastic pants as well, with fire trucks and police cars on them no less. Uncle Steve handed me a t-shirt and sent me on the way with an “okay squirt your all done.” I too waddled a bit, this was much thicker than anything else I had worn, I guess Uncle Steve had put in a doubler in for extra absorbency or added effect.
Rick had already removed his shorts and added them to the pile of other clothes as he approached his dad - Rick’s pull up was wet but not saggy – it was the kind with the lines on the front to look like a fly on real underwear but instead of looking like big boy underwear it ends up looking all the more babyish. Uncle Steve tore the sides and instead of a replacing with another pull up Rick got a diaper too along with plastic pants and a t-shirt.
Uncle Steve tied off the Wal-Mart bag he had filled with used diapers. He started to gather the supplies up when he got a confused look on his face. He looked down at a diaper still folded on the floor with a pair of plastic pants beside it and another t-shirt. He held up his hand and counted of four fingers while looking at the diapers – and then counted of boys in turn. “Okay – either someone didn’t get a diaper or I brought one too many out. It’s been a hectic day and I’m kind of ‘out of it’ so it is entirely possible I might have made a mistake. Would one of you boys like to fill me in, please? Did I skip someone or did I bring out too many diapers.”
“You got me,” Rob said looking down at his diaper with a smile.
“Me too.” Rick grinned big slapping his own butt to make a crinkle sound.
“Same here” I said – but I couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed admitting it and almost flaunting it, but my cousins enthusiasm was infectious, and I had a feeling I now knew what Matt was talking about earlier.
Uncle Steve nodded to each of us in turn and let his gaze settle on Matt. “Well that’s certainly a conundrum then – Matt would you care to help me out? You seem like a bright enough kid – the kind that would know the answer to this question. Now, please understand it makes no difference to me what the answer is – and I am certain the answer wouldn’t mean anything to anyone else in the room – so it’s all up to you? Just to be clear, it’s all up to you. Did I miscount or did I skip you?”
Matt just stood there for a moment; I could tell he was struggling with something, I could tell he wanted to say yes. After a moment though Matt sighed and looked at his feet. “Mr. Leesum, I think you miscounted” Matt said his voice already thick with regret. “I’m sorry”
“Well, you have nothing to apologize for young man. This kind of thing happens when you get to be my age. It can be hard to keep track of even simple things. Oh well, I’ll just put this back then.” Uncle Steve explained picking up the diaper, over-pants and t-shirt which he placed as a bundle on the changing matt to pick up like a folder along with the supplies and trash bag.
Before Uncle Steve could get two steps from the room Matt’s voice broke a bit and he took a step toward the door “umm Sir, I think I was wrong. I… Ah… I think you skipped me after all” the words stumbled awkwardly as if it took sheer will to get the words out of his mouth at all.
“I see. It’s a good thing you caught me; I hate making mistakes and appreciate your help in correcting my error. It would have been very inhospitable of me to ignore a guests needs now wouldn’t it? You don’t want to wake up in a wet bed do you?” Uncle Steve mused as he spread the pad back down on the floor.
Matt took a few steps toward the center of the room and just kind of stood there, looking unsure.
“Would you get your shirt, please?” Uncle Steve asked him.
Seeing Matt pull his shirt over his head Uncle Steve took the opportunity to undo the boy’s belt and drop his pants and underwear in one motion effectively rendering Matt naked. Matt lay down on the mat and Uncle Steve slipped a diaper underneath him before he applied oil and powder. Matt, obviously enjoying the experience, smiled from ear to ear as the tapes were fastened and the plastic pants slid beneath him and snapped on. Given a t-shirt just like the rest of us - he waddled over to us with an enormous grin on his face.
“Now you boys let keep it down in here – We’ll check back in on you before bed. Uncle Steve said as he left the room with the supplies and such.
Matt ran his hands over his diaper and I found myself doing the same – suddenly aware of how much I liked this feeling. I felt like I should be protesting this, that it wasn’t normal for a boy my age to be diapered much less enjoying it so much. I felt like a freak, but then again Rob and Rick and Matt too all seemed to enjoy it, so if I was a freak at least I wasn’t alone!
We all sat in the floor and watched one of the movies on demand. About half way through Matt asked for us pause the movie and then rescinded the request realizing there was no need to go anywhere after all. Still Rob left the movie paused and we all kind of watched Matt. You could tell he had to concentrate a bit – that the strangeness of it all prevented him from just going - but when the far away look in his eye took hold we knew he had been successful and with that we let the movie resume.
Matt’s over-pants, like Rick’s were solid colors and you couldn’t tell the boy had wet until much later when he got up and you could see a bit of sag as he walked. Aunt Sarah came in when we were watching SNL and she dipped a finger in the leg of everyone’s diaper and returned a moment later with a change for Rob and Matt who were both in need.
When she had finished she explained she was going to bed and that we shouldn’t stay up all night and if we did stay up to at least keep it down so she can sleep. So within an hour we spread some blankets on the floor and turning off the lights talked about the day’s events before finally drifting off to sleep.