This story is written by Les Lea
The blanket was set out in front of the TV, as were a couple of pillows and our teddy bears. It was like being a toddler again and I can’t tell you how much we enjoyed the way auntie had thought of everything. We watched TV for a while lying on our tummies and occasionally hugged the pillows, teddy’s or each other depending on what was happening on screen. We laughed, shouted and cried as the animated movie led us into an emotional response. Auntie hugged us both when our sentiments got the better of us and we were sobbing uncontrollably because of some toy that couldn’t find its way home. She called us her “sweet boys” and held us until we calmed down and were laughing at one of the other toys that had said something funny.
Auntie said that from her point of view, sitting on the sofa, our pink and green shiny padded bottoms were bouncing up and down as we laughed, and that looked as funny as what was happening on the screen. Again we had cookies but this time she asked us if we wanted a cup or a bottle to drink from. I wanted to say cup but Kenny passionately shouted “bottle” in a tone that can only be described as ‘toddler tantrum-ish’ before he laughed and we both realised he was just playing a part. So, it was bottles again for us as we continued to watch TV.
At some point we left the blanket and went to sit either side of auntie on the sofa. She put her arms around us and drew us into her warm body and we settled in her comforting embrace. Still sucking on our bottles it all felt rather nice and soothing as she stroked our padded bums and cuddled us tightly. Auntie seemed very happy… and so were we.
***
Kenny, clutched close to auntie’s warm bosom, fell asleep sucking his thumb, no wonder he dropped off so quickly.
“He looks so cute.” She said looking at him, “He really is a very extraordinary boy.”
I wriggled in my diaper. I was proud that auntie thought that way but, for a brief second I was jealous of her attention straying away from me. She sighed and looked at me.
“You are both a picture. Handsome, good-natured,” she must have noticed my relieved smile as she said this, “sweet and loving. You are the perfect boys for each other.”
I wriggled more in my diaper but this time in satisfaction. Auntie had confirmed, as she had done on many occasions, what I thought, Kenny was special and the fact that she thought we were special together made me very happy. Yes that wriggle was full of happiness and contentment.
***
Auntie’s face suddenly got serious. “Are you happy Si?”
At that moment I was very happy but I could tell there was more to the question… and I was right.
“Are you happy with all… this?” She said indicating my diaper. “I know Kenny loves it… but do you?
I nodded and she looked relieved. “I only ask because, well, I didn’t want you to do things because you thought you had to.” She looked a bit anxious as she searched for the right words. “I can get carried away. I love seeing you both in your little outfits, it reminds me of a very happy time for me when you were very young but… well… it isn’t for everyone. I’m sure Jake wouldn’t want what you and Kenny have,” she was still trying to find the right words, “but you and Kenny bring out the ‘mother’ in me… and… I hope that isn’t too scary.” She sort of smiled but it wasn’t quite a smile, it was like a question.
She was obviously worried about something, although I didn’t really know why as both my best friend and I loved being who we were. We loved the diapers, we loved the protecting pants, we loved the onesies, we loved the fact that auntie had let us play as we wanted to play, unrestricted and without any one judging us. Yes we were both happy… we loved the love. I hope the huge hug I gave her was answer enough as I didn’t quite know how to put my feelings into words at that moment. She seemed relieved.
***
The phone rang and auntie had to get up to answer it waking Kenny in the process. Sleepily he crawled over to me and rested his head in my lap, put his thumb back in to his mouth and snuggled down once again. I’m sure if no one woke him he’d sleep forever. Unconsciously, I stroked Kenny’s fine blond hair as he rested his head on my shiny quilted diaper and waited for auntie to return. I could hear a little of what was being said but not everything.
“That was Kenny’s mum,” she told me seeing how he was too sleepy to talk to, “I’m afraid she’ll be over to collect him early tomorrow morning… about 8… as she has had a change to her work schedule. Sorry.”
I was sad but we’d had a terrific time so far and I knew that Mrs Morrison’s job was important so I shrugged my shoulders because I knew there was nothing I could do about it.
As Kenny was almost asleep anyway auntie took us to my room and put us to bed. Kenny was too drowsy to respond to her ‘night-night’ kiss but I kissed and hugged her tightly so she knew that I loved her. There was a slight sniffle from her when she turned out the light.
***
I think Kenny was already dead to the world as I wrapped my arms around him and felt our slippery, silky diapers brush up against each other. I liked the feeling. I rubbed up against the back of his diaper and, although the thick padding made the sensation less, I could still get some feeling that was having an effect inside my padding. I hugged him and using my hips, continued to rub up against him for ages. My fingers were gripping the front of his diaper as my movements got more and more forceful when suddenly there was an intense feeling in my diaper. I felt hot, I wondered if I’d peed myself but it wasn’t that type of feeling, and I wondered what had happened. It was strange but I’d liked it and wondered if I could make it happen again. However, before I could I fell asleep cuddling my best friend.
***
I slept straight through and only woke up when auntie came in to rouse us and get Kenny ready for his mummy’s arrival. We were both very wet and we’d woken up in exactly the same position we’d fallen asleep in; me clutching the front of his diaper. Drowsily, Kenny wondered why the hurry so auntie explained about the phone call. Eventually it sunk in and he stumbled towards the bathroom, his thick and filled diaper making his progress more of a crinkly waddle than a glide. I giggled at him and he challenged me to see if I could do any better. We both looked like huge, colorful babies, trying to walk for the first time (well perhaps we weren’t that bad but it was funny to pretend how difficult it was).
We ripped open the Velcro (the sound was very loud… but fun to make) and the soggy mass of our stuffed diapers sagged dangerously low, eventually, the weight made them slip down our legs and gather on the floor. Auntie had already set the shower so we climbed in together and let the spray clean all the night time mess from our bodies.
Auntie was making us some breakfast so left us to get ourselves ready. I assumed that, to go home in, Kenny would just put on his briefs, shorts, t-shirt and jumper but he still wanted to wear his new diaper. So, slipped on a disposable, Velcro’d himself tightly in and pulled up his shorts. I could tell he was padded but as always he looked fine. I followed suit but couldn’t decide which shorts to wear. Kenny said I looked fantastic as I was so, I didn’t bother with anything else other than a t-shirt and we ambled off to the kitchen for something to eat.
Kenny’s mummy arrived right on 8. Kenny thanked auntie a hundred times as she had folded up the matching shirt and shorts that she’d made and placed them in his backpack. She was also very pleased that he’d wanted to wear the quilted diaper to go home in and patted his bum as he waved his goodbyes. Standing at the door I waved them both off but I’m not sure what Mrs Morrison thought of my outfit. What she could see was the t-shirt and a bit of my shiny pale green quilted diaper hanging down, I don’t think I was revealing too much but I wondered what Kenny would tell his mummy about the present auntie had made for us both.
***
Back inside auntie smiled and said “You are a very lucky boy Si.” I beamed back a smile that I hoped said ‘I know’ and toddled off to my room as she went about cleaning up the house ready for mum’s return.
I felt pretty ashamed because, all the time Kenny had been with me, I don’t think I’d given mum’s trip much thought. Now, as auntie dusted and vacuumed and I was told to clean up my room, I began to worry that things might be about to change.
Once again I bugged auntie with questions about mum’s intentions but she simply said she didn’t know. No matter what I asked, or how I phrased it, the answer was the same “Wait until your mother gets home and she’ll answer all your questions.”
I’d gotten used to just wearing a diaper around the house and I found it comfortable, even with the thickness between my legs, to carry on as normal. However, in preparation for when Jake returned home I pulled on a pair of shorts to hide my new present. I suspect that auntie was correct in that he wouldn’t want anything similar but, I didn’t want him to ask awkward question just in case she hadn’t made anything for him.
***
Jake came bounding into my room just as I was face down on my bed starting to rub myself against the mattress and trying to get that ‘special’ sensation again.
“Whatcha doing?”
Why his innocent question should suddenly fill me with guilt I have no idea but I quickly got up and shouted at him “Don’t you ever knock?”
He looked surprised at my outburst and the look of enthusiasm on his face suddenly faded away. He looked down at his feet in embarrassment and mumbled. “Erm… er… sorry.” Now I felt even more guilty.
I was unaware that he’d just arrived home, was obviously wanting to tell me about his sleepover and here I was being Mr Grumpy. My temper quickly evaporated as I realised I was in the wrong and in a quieter voice I meekly asked him to knock before he came in. I said I might be wrapping up a present for him and I’d want it to be a surprise. His eyes lit up at the thought of a present and soon he had joined me on the bed and we had a bit of a tickling play fight. Shortly after we were both giggling as he told me about his couple of nights away.
***
He didn’t appear to notice the padding in my shorts, and if he did he probably thought nothing of it as I often wore such stuff for school. Not every day but sometimes, especially if Kenny was wearing his. Besides, his pirate mates had seen my protection at close quarters and that hadn’t caused any great reaction, well, apart from Adam. Oh Adam. The thought of him came flooding back into my mind and I saw us trading places; me poking a stick at his grey school shorts that were revealing some pink padded plastic pants and him smiling knowingly.
“Erm… did Adam and Louis enjoy it as well?” I’d interrupted him while he was in full flow about the treehouse that Jeremy’s father had built.
“They weren’t invited.” I knew that but I wanted to talk about Adam again but Jake totally ignored my question and carried on about how sleeping up in a treehouse, when it was pouring down, had been so much fun.
“The water was dripping through onto our sleeping bags,” he laughed at the thought, “so we all had to huddle together in a corner.”
I was a bit sad that my Adam reference hadn’t produced some further news on him but Jake was in full flow.
“Tim was only wearing his boxers so,” he leant in as if including me in some kind of conspiracy. “We pantsed him… and threw his boxers into the garden.” His face lit up in glee. “He was running around bare and telling us what horrible people we were… but we just laughed. He sat in the corner pulling down his t-shirt trying to hide himself… it was so funnnny.”
“Did he get his clothes back?”
“Yup… when the rain stopped I climbed down the ladder and got them for him… they were soaked… but he still had to put them on.”
He told me loads more about Jeremy’s house and family and wondered if I knew his sister Kelly, who was the same age as me, but I didn’t. I wasn’t even sure if I knew Jeremy but Jake said he’d point out the rest of the gang, and Tim in particular, the next day at school.
***
It was getting late and mum still wasn’t home and I began to worry if things were alright. I asked auntie what time she was expected but auntie said that airlines were notorious for being late and not to worry she’d be home as soon as she could.
“She’ll be missing you two as much as you’re missing her,” she said by way of putting my mind at rest.
I knew this was the case but my head was filled with the possibility that mum might come home with the news that we were moving. I got a strange shudder through my body as I thought that and that worried me. I didn’t want to leave Oakland. I didn’t want to leave Kenny, What about auntie… would she be coming with us? I was full of apprehension and didn’t want to go to sleep until I’d heard from mum about what we were doing.
With school being the following day auntie insisted we went to bed at a decent time. She’d already tucked in Jake as I was changing out of my shorts and diaper. I put my new quilted diaper away with my special shirt and shorts and looked at the shelves of diapers and stuff that now had overtaken my closet. I played with the idea of slipping on a pair of my pull-ups with the racing car on the front but in the end, by way of change from the rest of the weekend, I decided I wasn’t going to wear a diaper at all, just my silky, Disney boxer shorts.
Auntie came in just as I’d climbed into bed. She tucked me in and I asked her if she’d wake me up when mum came in. She kissed me on the forehead, said not to worry and that she was sure she’d be home soon and able to tell me everything at breakfast.
***
I was still worried but found my mind wandering back to Adam. The image of him in the pink pants and diaper flooded into my head and I couldn’t shake that thought. It was all the more impressive because that was now all he was wearing. His school shorts had disappeared and he was dressed like me and Kenny had been all weekend wearing nothing but a diaper and protecting pants. He looked fantastic. I was caressing the full plastic and he was enjoying it and asking where mine was. I hadn’t realised that I was only wearing my white school briefs. Even in my imagination he seemed disappointed.
I rolled over onto my tummy and the pressure between me and the mattress made my penis begin to tingle again. I rubbed up and down, backwards and forwards as I thought about Adam and his slippery plastic pants that I was enjoying stroking; his padding making it all nice and tight. He was smiling and encouraging me so I continued to do what I’d done before. Like I had with Kenny I was now doing the same with Adam and rubbing myself furiously up against the back of his padding. I could imagine how wonderful the thickness and the slipperiness felt, especially as now, in my mind, I was wearing exactly the same padding as he was.
The feeling was building as I increased the timing and suddenly there was a much bigger explosion in my shorts… so much so that I think I cried out. It was far more intense than when I’d done it wearing diapers, or even wearing my plastic pants, my boxers felt damp and… I’m not sure… slimy. I turned over onto my back and felt in my boxers and wondered what I’d done but the sensation had sent a powerful thrill through my body, although my hand was covered in this… this… mess. Perhaps not wearing pull-ups was a mistake and all this gooey stuff might need something to soak it up or have somewhere to go? However, I was worn out and before I had time to check anything… my mind had been cleared of everything except the need to sleep and I just drifted off.
***
During the night I heard my bedroom door close and could hear distant voices. I assumed mum was home and that she had come in to check that all was well with her sons. I drifted back to sleep thinking I could also hear crying… but I might have been mistaken… it could have been part of the interrupted dream I was having about Adam.
This story is written by Les Lea
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