This story is written by Les Lea
Despite the fact that mum and auntie had made a fantastic tented area in Jake’s room for them all to sleep under, my room became the most popular place to play. Three pajama-clad hooligans descended on me at around 6.30 Sunday morning and involved my sleepy body in a new game of pirates… apparently my bed was the pirate ship. Having a younger, active brother sort of prepares you for morning assaults but three were pretty difficult to cope with. I suppose the one redeeming factor was that at least mum and auntie could sleep a bit longer as I was jumped on, and made to defend myself from the boarding party.
An eight year-old’s knee in the back or in the crotch is no laughing matter so I had to wake up quickly and set about ‘splicing the mainbrace’ (whatever that was). These three ‘men-o-war’ attacked without mercy and I was dragged from the comfort of my warm sheets into the briny depths (my carpet), where I was set about and tied up. I put up some defence but in truth I thought it would be more fun to see where this all led. I let my hands be tied (which was very poorly executed so I pretended I couldn’t get loose) and I was commanded to walk the plank. A sharp stick was pointed in my direction and I was made to shuffle along to my supposed doom.
Despite my impending death I couldn’t help but think how cute all three were; my brother, like me had dark brown hair, Louis’s was jet black and he had the most amazing big brown eyes and Adam, he had a similar demeanour to Kenny but had thick blond hair whereas Kenny’s was fine and white. Together they made quite a set of buccaneers and I was enjoying being part of their morning game. My boxer shorts had rode up so they could all see my plastic pants but no one commented… although I did detect someone mentioned the word ‘poopdeck’, although Adam did poke his toy sword at my crotch and pushed my leg hole up a bit further to see more. His eyes widened and I noticed that he sort of secretly checked out his own padding under his PJs as he said to the other two something about ‘landlubbers’.
I had slyly examined him earlier when he’d first jumped on me to see that he was dry, he was, which I suppose was why he appeared so happy to leap around like a mad swashbuckler. Louis was content with adding a few ‘arrs’ to everything he said, whilst Jake wanted to know where the buried treasure was hidden. Adam was transfixed and waved his plastic sword around and insisted I was nothing but a ‘scurvy dog’. It was funny because anything he said, in his squeaky pirate-style voice, was directed below the belt and not to my face. However, I’ve no idea what, if any, connection was made between us two extra padding wearers because at that moment mum came in and said breakfast was ready.
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As we trooped to the kitchen table I felt Adam’s hand checking out my padded bum through my boxers. So as not to make him feel uncomfortable I pretended I hadn’t noticed, and besides, I was happy that he wanted to investigate for himself. I knew he was wearing that little extra piece of security so I couldn’t object if he wanted to make sure he wasn’t the only one.
We all sat down and had cereal, juice and waffles and I’m sure mum was pleased that the weather had improved so that she could get us all outside for the day. However, after breakfast the boys seemed to be in no rush to change out of their nightwear and spent the next couple of hours on the Xbox in my room. In fact, we all stayed in our PJs and it was quite nice to have that freedom. Well, that was until mum explained that the sun was out, and so, kids should be as well. Reluctantly we were prised away from the game and made to get ready to play outside.
Louis and Jake were first to shuck off their PJs, changed and be out the door before Adam had even started. I knew why, he wanted to change out of his pull-ups without the others seeing him. I watched as he furtively removed his night time protection, pull on his shorts and then stand, with the old pull-ups in his hand, wondering what to do with them. I saw the look of indecision on his face so I suggested that perhaps I could help and that I’d dispose of the little bundle for him. He looked grateful as he passed it over and swiftly padded out to join the others.
OK. I have no real idea why I did what I did next but in my head it was still all part of the ‘team spirit’ I’d shown the night before. I removed my protection and shuffled into Adam’s, still slightly warm, discarded pull-ups. I tugged my shorts over, felt strangely naughty but, at the same time, rather pleased with myself and joined the lads out in the garden in their latest game of soccer.
***
I wore Adam’s pull-ups all day. Even after our sweaty, active games had come to an end and Louis and Adam had been collected and returned home, I didn’t feel in any rush to change. Later, when Jake and I had settled down to watch TV before our own bedtime I felt a naughty thrill knowing that beneath my shorts I was, un-known to my brother, wearing his friend’s second-hand pull-ups. When it was time for bed I just slipped my plastic pants over them and happily crawled beneath the sheets thinking about what a surprisingly fantastic weekend it had been. I also made a mental note to check out all the kids at school to see if I could establish whether there were others who wore protection. Even though the nurse had said she was used to changing younger kids it had never really occurred to me before that there might be a few others. It gave me a new project to think about and, before I fell to sleep, I was going through all those I hoped might be possible wearers. As I softly stroked the front of my plastic pants I giggled to myself at some of the boys I imagined in thick diapers (and in my head they were very, very thick indeed) and wondered if any would be as bold as Kenny in proudly wearing them.
As my imagination gave way to sleep I found my dreams filled with images which suggested that diapers were now all part of the school uniform. Everywhere I looked shorts were stuffed to bursting point; some of the kids were having to waddle around, whilst others crawled, their huge bottoms defining the mass packing. The white diapers and plastic pants were everywhere and even the sports teams wore them out on the field. I think I was enjoying the dream far too much as suddenly Adam appeared and cuddled up between Kenny and me, his thick wadding pressing comfortingly up against us both.
***
I told Kenny about what a good weekend it had been thanks to Jake’s sleepover friends. I informed him about the storm and the scared boys who invaded my bed, and about Adam’s accident in wetting his pull-ups. I explained about giving him a pair of mine for the following night and was pleased that he’d slipped them on. I mentioned the pirate game and the fact that Adam seemed to be obsessed with my padding and kept looking and touching to see that he wasn’t the only one wearing some extra protection. Kenny smiled and said “Good for him” before we got down to deciding who would be first in our new game of ‘Who we would like to see in diapers?’
I don’t know why, but I didn’t tell Kenny about my wearing of Adam’s cast-offs. Maybe I was worried in case he thought that was something between us two, that he might get jealous or that I was really quite embarrassed by what I’d done. Whatever the reason I kept that little piece of information to myself. However, at recess, while we kept nudging each other to suggest a certain person might look good in diapers, I caught sight of Adam playing over near Jake. He was looking over at me and gave a guarded wave. I returned the gesture with a huge smile, which he seemed pleased to receive, before continuing the game he was playing with his mates. I tried to discern if he was wearing any padding but couldn’t quite make out any extra bulk to his shorts that might have indicated this. However, that didn’t stop me thinking how good he’d looked and how I now wanted to diaper him, let him pull on a pair of my plastic pants and join me in a sleepover like I’d had with Kenny.
I was momentarily angry as a sudden nudge made this mental picture fade and I was brought back to reality. That is until I recognised that cheeky smile of Kenny’s which meant he’d found the perfect person he imagined to be wearing diapers. I laughed as he pointed to one of the teachers, Mr Rosenthal, the Deputy Principal, and the oldest member of staff (including Nurse Gibbs), who in all honesty, no one would want to give a diaper check to.
***
For the rest of the week it seemed that every break I would notice Adam and he’d be looking at me. Of course it could be that it was me who was doing all the staring and he just happened to look up at the same time. However, my night time thoughts became centred on dressing him up in all my ‘babyish’ stuff and looking after him. As auntie had done to me, I wanted to bottle-feed him and rock him in my lap. I wanted to fit him in several pairs of pull-ups, put some cartoon covered plastic pants around him and… and… well, I just wanted to see what he would look like in my pale yellow onesie. In my head he would be the cutest thing ever and I began to wonder if I could get Auntie Rose to make a similar pair for him… though I had no idea how I would bring up such a project.
At one recess I was talking to Jake in the playground who was telling me that he’d been asked to sleepover at his friend Jeremy’s that weekend and he hoped it wouldn’t spoil anything that Kenny and I had planned for ours. Adam and Louis were standing right next to him and I asked if they were both going as well, but they shook their heads and waited for Jake to finish his chat. I zoned out at that moment thinking that perhaps I could include Adam, and possibly Louis, in my own weekend but of course that would have been silly, they were Jake’s friends not mine. As I stood listening to Jake I had imagined them both in thick diapers and being cuddled by Kenny and me.
Silly, stupid, ridiculous! I’ll have to put a check on my brain as it was beginning to get out of hand, especially as I still hadn’t heard for certain from mum if it was still OK for Kenny to come over. However, I was close enough to Adam now and could tell he wasn’t wearing any extra padding but I was convinced that he was trying to find out if I had pull-ups on… wishful thinking I suppose.
***
Mum was called into the head office again and said that she was sorry but Kenny would have to come over another time. Thankfully auntie said she didn’t mind looking after us both, and, as Jake was going to be away, it should be fairly ‘undemanding’. Mum shrugged in a way that suggested that sleepovers were far from ‘undemanding’ but, as auntie had insisted she could cope, eventually gave her blessing to it. In auntie’s mind, two ten year-olds were going to be easier than three eight years-old, and that had turned out OK.
In one way this was a worrying time. With mum going to head office I wondered if she might have to give her answer as to our possible move. I was dreading what might happen and wondered if this was the last time Kenny and I would get to sleep over. He arrived just as the taxi was whisking mum off to the airport and apart from a couple of quick exchanges between mum and Mrs Morrison, both were gone and Kenny was smiling as he indicated that his backpack was full of ‘surprises’.
Auntie Rose made a big thing about meeting him ‘at last’, and told him how much she had been looking forward to his visit. Ever polite, Kenny seemed to know exactly what to say, which made auntie beam with fondness and admiration for our visitor.
***
Since the storm the weather had been getting decidedly cooler and although the nights were clear, there was a chill in the air that meant playing late outside was not as inviting as it had been. We’d been riding around on our skateboards, trying new tricks and trying to master a few mega-flips but neither of us had managed to execute it perfectly. We spent as much time falling on the floor as we did trying to fly through the air and we’d got ourselves fairly dirty by the time we went in.
Auntie took one look at us and ordered us to shower and change before we tucked in to supper. We went to my room and Kenny emptied his backpack and sorted through the items he’d brought. He lifted out several pairs of thick rubber pants, a couple of pairs of plastic pants, diapers and disposables, he looked up at me as if to say “Too much?” and then laid out his favourite onesie… the pink one.
I showed him my cupboard full of diapers and stuff that his mummy had brought over for me many weeks earlier and the items that mum and auntie had added to since. He loved the white onesie but thought the pale yellow one was fantastic and even loved the matching pair of shorts.
With mum away I suddenly realised that auntie would be in charge and she’d liked it when I dressed as a toddler so wearing all this stuff was, I hoped, not going to be a problem.
***
We were playing together in the shower. We shampooed our hair and we watched the foam slowly drip down our bodies. Sometimes we’d bet on two streams of lather running down and disappearing into the plughole or see how high we could make the suds stand on our heads. We were goofing around and hadn’t realised we’d taken so long when auntie came in and asked us to hurry up as our supper was ready.
We dried each other off and then went to my bedroom where auntie was waiting for us armed with a huge container of baby powder.
“OK boys who’s first.”
I was a bit surprised and stunned but as usual Kenny saw my confusion and immediately volunteered.
Auntie had him lay out his towel and then, after she was sure he was dry, she applied some lotion to his diaper area and then liberally sprinkled the powder all over him. He was obviously enjoying the process and I thought how strange it was that auntie should have known that this is just what Kenny liked. I was sure I hadn’t divulged the fact that he wanted to be ‘babied’ but here he was, thoroughly enjoying the pampering.
She looked over at the pile of options that Kenny had brought and decided, without asking, that a thick cloth diaper was what was needed. She had him lift up his legs and slipped the piece of material under his bottom, which she playfully patted and brought about some giggles from Kenny. She added a thick ‘pad’ which made it very bulky (and absorbent should any accidents happen), but soon had him tightly pinned and chose the thick rubber pants to cover it all with.
“OK, one down,” she smiled whilst tapping a place at the side of Kenny, “one to go.”
Kenny looked happy, adorable and about seven years younger… and as auntie took charge I could see that he was really having fun watching me being diapered. I thought I’d get exactly the same treatment as Kenny but after she had thoroughly dried between my legs she flipped me over and powdered my bottom first. She asked Kenny if it wasn’t a beautiful sight, to which he nodded in agreement, before rubbing even more of the powder in. Kenny joined in and I had two sets of hands making sure my bum was well and truly coated in baby powder.
***
Auntie fastened two thick disposable into place and then added a pair of pink plastic pant over the entire lot, it felt really bulky and my legs were pushed well apart.
“Right Kenny, do you want your onesie,” she held up both his pink one and my yellow one, “or would you like to wear Si’s”
He checked that it was OK with me before pointing to mine and auntie slowly pulled it over his head and fastened the press studs around his thick rubber pants. The sort of yellowy color of the pants matched the fabric and looked really good poking out the leg-holes. He bounced up and down on the bed in delight and complimented auntie on making such a ‘fantastic’ (he never stopped using that word) item of clothing. I of course was then wrapped in Kenny’s pink onesie and, because it was his favourite, I really enjoyed the opportunity to wear it. My pink plastic pants protruded from beneath the cotton but, as if auntie had already known the outcome, like Kenny I was happy with the result.
The front room was nice and warm and there was a blanket set out on the floor in front of the TV. Kenny and I settled down on it as auntie went to get us our supper. She must have been incredibly busy because she returned with cookies in the shape of dinosaurs and milk, but the milk was warm and in bottles… baby bottles. I was about to argue with auntie when Kenny gleefully reached out for his and immediately began sucking between taking little bites out of his cookie. I was a little bit more reluctant but auntie’s gentle smile of encouragement and Kenny’s desire to enjoy the moment soon had me sucking in the warm fluid.
***
I had thought that when auntie had done this with me before that it was just a one off but here I was again, acting like a baby and, with Kenny by my side, not really caring just how much I was enjoying myself. I think it was the fact that Kenny was laughing so much as auntie had got us playing games that were so much fun. The DVD on the TV hardly got a look in as we scampered about the house, well waddled would be nearer the mark, when we went on a treasure hunt. She had hidden items all over the place and trying to find them, and the clues she gave, had us giggling for the next couple of hours.
After that it was getting late and auntie made us a chocolate drink before we went off to bed. The sweet taste was lovely and we both sleepily sucked on our bottles as we curled up together on the blanket. Kenny, as always, was a delight to watch. His enthusiasm and fun personality were a winning combination and I could see that auntie had taken to my best friend and encouraged him in his ‘childish’ desires. To her I think it was no more than letting him be himself, if that’s how he wanted to be, no matter for how long, then he should be allowed to do just it. His ‘free spirit’, I suspect auntie thought, was a good influence and she didn’t want to stop or discourage me from finding my own ‘spirit’.
We were getting tired and auntie took our hand and we waddled off to my bedroom. On the bed she had retrieved a couple of teddy bears, which used to be mine, from Jake’s room and set them as if to welcome us to sleepy time. Kenny clambered in first and pulled one of the bears in with him, I joined him and was pleased to see that it was Barney, my favourite plushie from when I was a kid and hugged him as Kenny snuggled his. Before pulling the sheet over us auntie patted our bums and said that she didn’t want to hear us making a noise in the night and that we weren’t to leave the bed… for anything. We were already quite dozy when she patted our well diapered bottoms, kissed us good night and said that she hoped her babies would sleep tight and have pleasant dreams.
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That night, I drowsily began to think about auntie. She’d never had a family of her own but was always fun to be with. She seemed to be able to understand mine and Jake’s desires and had a fantastic instinct for buying us just the presents we wanted or needed. She was ‘fantastic’ at making things and we always had brilliant new and unique things to wear, and I wondered if Kenny and me being toddlers was something she had wanted all along. As I slipped into a deep sleep I could hear the soft sound of her on the sewing machine, no doubt she was intent on producing some new and exciting item. I fell asleep with my arm wrapped around Kenny and two teddy bears… and I couldn’t have been happier.
This story is written by Les Lea
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