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Part 1“Brandon, wake up baby,” his mom shook the five year old gently, “Wake up baby, we have to go.” From a deep sleep, the boy slowly gained consciousness. Brandon resisted his mother’s prodding, attempting to roll over and drop back to sleep. She shook him harder, “C’mon baby, we have to go. I know you don’t want to get up but we have to get in the car.”
Brandon rolled over again and cracked his eyes. His mom was leaning over him now, stripping off the covers and moving him to the edge of the bed. In a half conscious state, Brandon felt himself lifted into his mother’s arms and carried from the bedroom to the hall to the front room. Laying him on the couch, she begged him, “Please don’t go back to sleep Brandon, I’m just going to get the bags into the car and move it to the front of the house. I’ll be right back.” With that, Brandon slumped over and went right back to sleep.
He had no recollection of his mother lifting him again and carrying him through the darkness to the waiting car. He was only vaguely aware of the chilled air in the car as his mom wrapped his snugly baby blanket around him in the back seat and then he was out again, dead asleep.
Hours later, as Brandon slumbered restlessly in a fitful sleep, as little jabs of icy air stabbed at his legs and back. Moving the blanket, he would dropped back to sleep. Then, with a lurch, he was awakened again when the melodic drone of the car’s engine suddenly died. A draft of very cold air washed over him and he heard his mom’s voice pleading with him to wake up. His eyes were open, but he was hardly conscious of anything except the cold air and the physical discomfort of being dragged across the seat and lifted again into his mother’s arms. He was vaguely aware of more voices, his mother’s and another woman exchanging staccato bursts of frantic dialogue in the dark. Then he felt himself leaving his mother’s arms and across the shoulder of another. It was just enough of a change that Brandon awoke to see his mom getting back into the car. He called for her, gently at first and then more anxiously, “Mom... mommy, mommy... don’t go...where are you going?” And then the tears came together with more frantic cries, “MOM! Mom don’t leave me!”
Her window down, his mother called to her baby, “I love you Brandon. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” And to the woman holding her boy, “Take care of him. I’m sorry for all the suddenness of this,” her voice rising as a large truck barreled by on the nearby highway, “and don’t forget, he’s still in diapers...” her last statement lost in the din of the truck’s exhaust...”at night.”
Half asleep and half awake, Brandon, confused and abandoned, was gasping in loud sobs. “That’s alright baby,” came a voice eerily similar to his own mother’s, “everything’s going to be okay, okay.” A soft hand gently stroked the hair away from his forehead. Brandon watched as the car faded into the darkness and he was carried inside his new home.
As upset as he was, Brandon settled into the lap offered by the woman and felt the gentle rocking motion fall into cadence with his sobs, the soft fingers running through his hair. A few minutes later he was fast asleep again.
Ardis nestled the frightened boy until she was sure he was fast asleep again. She was saddened by the circumstances, but all too willing to help her sister by taking on the care of her nephew, Brandon. She gently lifted the boy with her as she stood and noticed right away, her lap was wet. She turned the boy over in her arms and saw a huge wet spot clearly outlining his soddened diaper. “Damn disposables,” she cursed under her breath as she walked gingerly up the stairs of the old Victorian house, careful to avoid the steps she knew would bend and creak under the combined weight of her and her new charge.
Once in the nursery, she was careful to the lay the boy down without disturbing his sleep, unsnap and slip his wet pajama bottoms off and untape a completely saturated disposable diaper. Brandon didn’t move a muscle, still deep in sleep. “Poor baby, this kind of thing isn’t going to happen here,” Ardis said, disdainful of the crude diaper development so recently on the market. “We know how to properly diaper a baby here,” she continued, wiping Brandon’s crotch and genitals with a warm, soapy wash cloth and patting it dry with a soft hand towel. With a deft hand, practiced through hundreds of similar changes, she lifted his legs and slipped a double gauze prefolded diaper under his butt, sprinkled a handful of baby powder and pulled the thick cloth up between his legs. Swiping two pins from a dozen or more stuck into a bar of nearby soap, she snugged the diaper around Brandon’s waist and fastened it securely. With one hand on the boys midsection, trained to keep her young charges safely on the table, Ardis’ other hand dipped on to a lower shelf and retrieved a pair of plastic pants. She examined them closely and put them back, fishing for another pair, “You’re a bit small for your age Brandy,” as she liked to call her nephew, “but I don’t think you’ll fit into your cousin Forest's pants,” she said to herself as much as anyone.
“Here, I think these will be more comfortable,” Ardis whispered, fishing another, larger pair from beneath table top. “I don’t think Ryan will mind a bit if you borrow a pair from him,” she continued, referring to her oldest son, asleep in the room across the hall, oblivious to the midnight commotion. She unfolded the frosty plastic and once again, with the experience that comes from years of practice, she lifted Brandon’s legs and slipped the baby pants over the bulging diaper.
Ardis slipped the boy effortlessly back onto her shoulder and carried him into the room across the hall where her two boys slept the deep, deep sleep of youth. Her eyes strained in the dark for the empty crib, just recently abandoned by Forest, and quickly remembered there was no bedding in it. She put Brandon down at the foot of Ryan’s bed, hoping against hope the boy wasn’t going to roll off and quickly made the bed up without a sound. Retrieving the boy, she laid him down pulled the covers up and tucked him in, remembering at the last second the boy’s cherished baby blanket was still downstairs with his other things. A few moments later, she tucked the soft bundle under the Brandon’s arm and kissed his forehead. Before leaving the room, she instinctively slipped her hand under first Ryan’s blankets and then Forest’s, and checked their diapers... as usual both boys were wet but not soaked and she thought she may have caught the whiff of a poopy diaper but decided to let it go. No use in waking the room to change a poopy panty, if it didn’t bother Ryan to sleep in poopy dydees, it didn’t bother her. This was Ardis’ nature, a born-to-it nurturer who firmly believed the universe took care of its own on its own schedule... very much a flower child a decade after the hippies had reached their zenith.
Part 2 Brandon awoke with a start. He was not in his bed and not at home. Without moving, all he could see was a colorful display of cartoon animals dancing along a strip of cloth. But immediately he new his cherished blanket was under his arm, resting between his face and some kind of small pillow. The familiar smell and fuzzy softness gave him small comfort as he fully gained consciousness and surveyed his surroundings. It was daytime, he could see the sun drifting into the room from a window somewhere. As he rolled over, he noticed the wood slats of the crib and the bumper cloth (with the dancing animals). Feeling both out of place and anxious, he sat up to look around. There were two empty beds in a room he didn’t know and he was embarrassed to find himself in a baby’s crib. His first instinct was to call for his mom, “Mommy,” he said tentatively. No answer. His anxiety grew, “Mommy!” he said again, louder still. No answer.
Gathering his wits, he climbed out of the crib and started for the door, quick to remember he’d left his blanket behind. He grabbed the tattered cloth and dragged it through the bars of the crib and headed for the door. As Brandon peered into the hall from the doorway, he heard muffled sounds coming from the end of the hall, one that sounded just like his mom’s. He ran to the room at the end of hall and flung open the door.
On a large overstuffed bed, a woman who looked strangely familiar... like his mother but not his mother... frolicked with two boys, laughing and wrestling. “Come in Brandy,” the woman said with a laugh. Brandon just stood there. The two boys paused in their tracks and smiled at the boy standing in the doorway, half in and half out of the room. “These are your two cousins, Forest and Ryan,” said the woman, whacking the closest one on the butt, making a loud “THWAP” as her hand slapped a pair of plastic pants. Brandon didn’t move, disoriented and sleepy, he didn’t make a sound. For a second no one moved.
“Oh, for heavens sake,” the woman said throwing off her covers and stepping from the mammoth bed. “I’m your Auntie Ardis, Brandy,” she smiled as walked toward the frightened tike with outstretched arms.
Brandon took a tentative step back, but her voice, sounding so much like his mom’s, and her big smile froze the boy. She swept him up in her arms and fell back into bed with Brandon in her lap. It was then that he noticed the other boys, one probably around his age and the other a year or so younger, were wearing something strange. Their jammie tops were normal, much like his, but they were wearing plastic pants like babies! It was only then that he noticed he was wearing them too! Anxious and a bit afraid, he felt himself begin to pee as he sat in Ardis’ lap.
As the warmth and wetness spread to the seat of his diaper, Ardis made a silly face at him, obviously feeling the boy wet his pants, “Oh, baby, let’s get you some dry pants,” and in a flash he was on her hip being carried across the hall. Forest and Ryan ran after, pushing and shoving each other as boys do. “Your mommy, my sister, came for a visit last night, Brandy, do you remember?” He shook his head ‘no.’ “She went to take care of some things and will be back soon. So you came to play with me and Forest and Ryan. What do you think about that?” she continued, lying him on the top of a padded table.
“But first, let’s get you some dry dydees!” Ardis said as she went about stripping away the plastic pants. At least this was a routine Brandon knew. Taking off his night diaper was a big relief. He always felt like such a baby with his nighttime diapers on but always looked forward to the attention he got during the diaper change. Ardis quickly unpinned the unfamiliar garment and deftly lifted the boy’s legs and pulled the soaking cloth from under his butt.
She gently washed his nether regions again and patted them dry. Brandon’s heart jumped when she reached under table and produced another diaper, lifted his legs again and slipped under his naked butt. He wanted to say he didn’t wear diapers during the day anymore, he wasn’t a baby, he wouldn’t have anymore accidents like the one he’d had on Ardis’ lap in her bedroom but he said nothing as she applied the powder.
Within seconds Ardis had added a thick diaper doubler and pinned the pre-fold diaper snug to his waist. Forest and Ryan wrestled on the floor until Auntie Ardis asked Ryan to run to the laundry room and bring her a clean pair of baby pants from the laundry basket...” yours, not your brother’s,” she called after him. Ryan ran from the room, slipping on the hardwood floor in his socks, landing with a thump on his diapered rear, Forest in hot pursuit. Both boys giggled as they clamored out the door.
“I know things seem a little confused Brandy,” Ardis cooed at the boy as she lifted him from the table. “But everything’s going to be all right, you’ll have fun here! Forest and Ryan are so excited you’ve come to visit.” Brandon caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror behind the door that had swung shut as the two other boys had bolted from the room. He wasn’t used to the bulky cloth diaper between his legs, even at night, his mom had used disposable diapers on him. And now, he didn’t even have the courage to tell his auntie that he didn’t need them during the day. He wondered if he looked a babyish as his cousins did in their diapers.
Ryan and Forest came bursting through the door holding a clean pair of plastic baby pants, blue with tiny colored stars on them. Auntie Ardis shook them out, bent down and silently encouraged Brandon to step into them. Reluctantly, the boy put one leg through and then the other and Ardis pulled the pants up around his diaper and high on his waist. The two boys just stood and watched, making Brandon even more self conscious. “Why don’t you show Brandon the house, boys? She said after tucking the edge of the diaper in to the elastic of the pant, “while I get breakfast ready.”
“C’mon Brandon,” shouted Ryan and he yanked Brandon so hard by the arm that he almost fell over, Forest pushing on Brandon’s jammie top from the back. At first, Brandon didn’t know what to think about all this, wandering the large house in nothing but a diaper and baby pants with two boys excitedly running from room to room, hurriedly pointing things out before bolting to the next room.
“And this is our room and Forest’s got a new bed and all our toys are over there and Barney, he’s our dog, sometimes sleeps over there,” Ryan ran and on and on.
“And that’s my new bed,” blurted Forest, “cuz I’m a big boy now!” Proud as he was, Brandon thought, he’s still in diapers and then he remembered his own diapered bottom. Feeling the bulk between his legs, the waddled walk he had and the soft crinkling of his baby pants were both frightening and strangely comforting. Looking at the crib in the corner where he’d spent the night, he wondered if he was going to have to sleep in it again.
“C’mon!” yelled Ryan. “Yeah, c’mon!” chimed in Forest as the boys ripped down the stairs. As Brandon descended the stairs, one step at a time, Forest froze at the bottom of the stairs just ahead of him. As Brandon stepped around him, he noticed a strange look on the three year old’s face, he was all red and appeared to be holding his breath. “C’mon,” shouted Ryan and Brandon scurried into the hallway past his little cousin into the kitchen.
A waft of wonderful smells greeted the boys, with Ardis busy at the stove. As Ryan poked around the kitchen counter, Ardis slapping at his grabbing hands, Forest came racing into the room with a big black dog in tow. Forest joined his brother at the counter, reaching for tidbits while the dog, a midnight black Labrador, sniffed eagerly at Forest’s butt.
It wasn’t long before everyone knew why the dog was sniffing at Forest. “Do you have poopy pants, young man?” asked Ardis in a mock angry tone, sniffing the air.
“Uh-uh, Ryan does,” retorted Forest playfully.
“Nuh-uh, you do,” shot back Ryan.
Ardis reached over and kneaded the back of Forest’s diaper, pulling back the waist of the baby pants to confirm what she already knew. “No, young man, Ryan made his poopy in his night diaper, this is definitely YOU!” And she wiped her hands on her apron and took the young Forest by the hand and lead him out of the room. “Stay out of the food until we get back and keep Barney out of it, too!” shouted Ardis as she left the room to change Forest’s diaper.
Brandon hadn’t said so much as two words to this point, caught up in the swirl of activity and chaos of the big house as his new found auntie and cousins went about starting their day. He was a shy boy not given to too much talk anyway and he positively clammed up around strangers. As Ryan stalked around the counter, picking at the food there, Brandon looked down at his new underwear again. Standing there, he wondered if he looked like his cousin, spindly preschooler legs poking out from a well padded bottom all sealed in a poofy pair of baby pants. He looked down again at his own diapers and hugged his blanket tighter.
Auntie Ardis and Forest reappeared a few minutes later, Forest in clean, dry diapers and a fresh pair of frosty yellow plastic pants, still wearing his nursery print pajama tops. Everyone took a place at the table, with Forest climbing head first into a high chair. In front of each child sat a half full sippy cup. All three boys were fitted with large bibs, colorful plastic ones with terry cloth on the underside. Still a little in shock, Brandon wanted to protest, the diapers, the sippy cup and now the bib... did Auntie Ardis really think he was such a baby? The fact that Ryan, a boy his own age, seemed all right with all this was small consolation. Brandon simply was too shy to say anything.
Brandon nibbled at his food as the boys and Ardis alternately ate and chattered away. “Well, I’ve got things to do here this morning guys, so when we’re finished here why don’t you and Brandy find something to do around the house. Flower’s coming later and maybe we’ll go do something tomorrow,” Ardis said between bites of waffle.
On hearing Flower’s name, both boys let out a big “YAY!” and threw up their arms.
“If you guys can manage to stay outta trouble while I get ready and get my stuff done, this morning, maybe tomorrow we’ll go to the zoo. But you guys have to behave!” said Ardis, in her mock stern voice.
“WE WILL, WE WILL!” shouted the two boys, more excited than ever.
“Would you like that Brandy?” she asked Brandon from across the table. He glanced quickly at his cousins who immediately looked at Brandon with eager anticipation. Forest leaned so far over his tray, his bib dragged across the his plate, scooping a prodigious amount of syrup and butter from atop his waffle in the process. Brandon looked at both boys, their faces bright with excitement and back to Ardis’ warm, teasing smile and shyly nodded ‘yes.’
Forest and Ryan immediately erupted into loud consecutive “YAYS,” bringing a momentary smile to Brandon’s face. Ardis smiled, too, the boy was adapting to the house. She understood how overwhelming all this could be but knew in her heart, Brandy was going to be just fine. She loved her boys, loved her sister (Brandon’s mom), loved her nephew, the brand new baby in her life... that was Auntie Ardis, mellow, stern when she needed to be but never vengeful or mean, nurturing and about as easy going as a person could be. If anything, Auntie Ardis’ demeanor was starting to make Brandon feel safe, taken care of and loved.
Auntie Ardis headed up to ready herself for the day, herding the boys into the nursery to play while she showered and dressed. As the brothers dragged out a basket of toy trucks from the closet, Brandon noticed the urge to poop pressing on his gut. He quickly sat down, thinking he could hold it off until Ardis was finished in the bathroom. Ryan, and then Forest, tried to involve him in their play, choosing a truck for him. The ploy worked for a while and Brandon distracted himself with a very cool fire truck. As he pushed the truck along the floor, spasms of urge rolled through his gut, each one more intense than the last. In a few minutes he felt himself pee his pants a little, momentarily relieving his urgent need to poop. Pretty soon a growing wet spot yellowed the front of his diaper as he passed more pee in his pants.
But soon enough, he was desperate to poop and very concerned he was going to do it right there in his pants. Waddling the diapered toddler waddle, Brandon went to look for Ardis... tell her he needed to poop and get her to take the diaper off so he wouldn’t be a baby and mess his pants. As he walked the hall looking for his auntie, he could feel his bottom release small amounts of poo that fell into the seat of the diaper.
At the end of the hall, Ardis’ bedroom, he heard his auntie singing. He peaked through the open door but no auntie. He followed the voice to another door, this one slightly ajar and heard the melodious voice singing softly. He stepped through the door of her bathroom. Through the steam, he saw her standing in the shower behind a semitransparent shower curtain. Her naked form stopped him in his tracks. Something deep inside his head told him he shouldn’t be here, looking at her naked but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Brandon was transfixed, watching her lather her ample breasts all the while softly singing “...our house is a very, very fine house, with two cats in the yard...”
The spell was broken when suddenly Brandon’s bowels could hold it no longer. Two great spasms pushed two mounds of poop out, hitting the cloth and pushing up his bottom before dropping and filling the back of his diaper. Brandon stood horrified as the last of the poop dropped in his pants and a torrent of pee flooded the cloth in front.
Ardis loved this song, a Crosby, Stills and Nash classic that seemed to sum up her life. A true flower child of the 60s, she’d been a few places, seen a few things and made a few mistakes. But smart, beautiful and talented, she had finally found her calling as a potter, dumped the dead weight in her life (the men, Ryan and Forest’s father for one) and settled into a life of tranquil domesticity she couldn’t have designed any better. Her real calling, though, was as a parent, she loved kids, especially babies and her little boys the most. Yeah, she took flack from some of her more stuffy neighbors for her liberal ways but figured the boys would grow up fast enough. She’d let them be little for as long as they wanted which included no pressure from her to potty train either of them. The looks and snide remarks and extra laundry were a small price to pay for the sheer joy she got from bonding with five-year old Ryan and three year old Forest during diaper changes... and now she had yet another baby boy in her life.
Madellaine, her best friend, her agent and a local art gallery owner, was coming by later with her teenage daughter, Flower. Two of a kind, the locals gossiped, those two, Ardis and Madellaine. Some had suspicions of more than friendship, Ardis had heard the rumors, but she knew better. Yes, she loved Madellaine, but not in that way.
As she dreamily rinsed the last bits of soap from her glistening body, Ardis turned to shut off the water. It was then she thought she caught someone or something moving near the door out of the corner of her eye. But through the shower curtain and steam, she couldn’t quite make out who, or what, it may have been. “Boys?” she had grabbed her towel and opened the shower curtain, but no one was there. Must’ve been Barney, she thought to herself...
Exiting the bedroom as quietly as he could, Brandon was awash with a host of mixed emotions. Walking the gingerly walk of a toddler with wet pants full of poo, he felt embarrassed, naughty, anxious and oddly excited. His poopy “accident” was safely contained in his plastic pants, inching slowly around his loins with each step. The wetness in front had slowly been absorbed by the double diaper and spread to the bulk between his legs, enveloping him in a damp warmth that, as he walked, felt more and more pleasurable. Maybe, just maybe, auntie’s diapering wasn’t going to be so bad after all...
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