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Chapter One. Getting Home Safely.
Shuffling from fence to fence, and from wall to wall as fast as his body would allow, Tommie stumbled his way along the disused ally that he used as a shortcut. For quickness, and because it was the most perfect shortcut he knew, and because it was also secluded from the other kids leaving school from the opposite direction, especially as it happened to be an all girl’s school: they always seemed a lot older than him, although he had nearly reached his 12th birthday, even the smaller girls looked older than him, and the senior girls. . . well. . . they just frightened him!, and whenever he passed any of them in groups they would always make him to step out into the road or if he saw a group gathering in the distance he would cross the road and carry on walking on the other side, either way, after they’d walked past he would always hear them laughing and giggling as they carried on in the distance. he was never brave enough to look back at them for fear of retaliation if he should meet any of them again. As it was the shortcut wouldn't take him right up to his front door, he would still have to run a gauntlet of girls by walking down Rosamond Street and up St. James’s Avenue before he come to his road.
Today however, the urgency to get home was more than he could bear. If he didn't make it home soon, he would do it right there and then in his pants. Right in the middle of the street for all of them to see!
The shortcut was no more than an old stone and dirt path narrow alleyway that ran between two rows of houses on either side. And for the most part; it was more-or-less blocked by overhanging hedges, branches of trees, bits of broken bicycles, washing machines and half ripped-open bags of rubbish, which had been dumped there by the occupants of the houses. The smell was appalling and the faster he tried clambering through it the worse it smelt and the more tangled up in it he become. Every few yards or so he would have to lean against a green, damp mouldy fence or a clammy, crumbling, brick wall and clench his buttocks as tightly as he could, just to prevent himself from poo-ing in his pants and his bladder felt so fall that he thought it was going to burst!
He mumbled, under his breath, as he desperately scrambled along the ally. Why did we have to move into a road where I was the only boy and, with a girls School at the end of it?
Stumbling forwards as he came bursting out onto the pavement from the exit of the shortcut, he gasped a long, deep breath, of the fresh, late afternoon air. He quickly looked down at his school uniform, which was now covered in a green substance all up one arm and some kind of brown and yellow muck up the other. The late, bright, afternoon sunshine brought him to his senses and to his surprise he could not see any girls up or down the road! And with a glee of joy he mumbled under his breath. “Good. . . I must be early.”
Clenching his buttocks as tightly as he could and running as fast as his legs would take him in his state of desperation, he managed to get all the way home safely and, without doing anything in his pants. The moment he got home he felt safe and managed to relax a little as he run up the garden path towards the safety of his front door. The thought of his mother not being be back for another hour or two raced through his head. It was her night for working late at the hospital, and then she would have to collect his baby sister from nursery school after she’d finished. He was never told what had happened to his father but he knew his mother didn’t like talking about it, so he said nothing.
Fumbling wildly with his door key, he let himself in, rushed upstairs to his room and started to unfold a fresh, white, Terry Towelling cloth nappy onto his bedroom floor.
Chapter Two, His Secret
This was his secret!. . . He couldn't quite remember how or when it started, except that whenever he’d watched his mother change his baby sister's nappy when she was younger, he’d always wondered what it would feel like to wear one. So he began to secretly store his very own assortment of both, Terry Towelling nappies and, some of his baby sister’s, Junior Pampers Dry Nights for kid’s disposables, which fitted him with ease and with room to spare!
His younger sister was almost 6, and was still not dry at night. So his mother had had enough and decided that it was easier to make her wear a disposable. She would also use them on her for long car journeys or the weekly shopping trip. That way, she didn’t need to keep worrying about whether she needed to use the toilets when they got to the shopping precinct or not. On the way home however, he would feel jealous of his younger sister. Knowing fully-well that he was sat next to her in a sopping wet or stinking nappy, it gave him a perverse sense of wonderment and envy, and at the same time, it exited him!
Previously though, he had only been brave enough to wear a towelling nappy to bed at night. And just to make sure nothing happened, he made sure he had used the bathroom at the very last minute before going to bed. And wouldn’t drink anything for the entire evening? By the morning it had always worked, because the nappy had always been dry when he awoke. So he’d just take it off and stash it back into his secret hiding place along with the rest again.
He just couldn’t wait no longer!, and was so eager to find out what wearing a wet and dirty nappy felt like, he pulled out from his secret hiding place, two of the neatly folded Towelling nappies on top of the pile, and began to place them onto his bedroom floor as quickly as he dared. He was in such a hurry that when he pulled at them, a whole stack of them came tumbling forwards, toppling out of the cupboard and landed in a heap on the floor, in front the cupboard. He began to fold each of the two corners into a shape of a kite, just like his mother did when she put a nappy on his baby sister, and pulling down his trousers and underpants all in one movement he slipped them over his feet and flung them to one corner of his room. His stomach groaned all the time whilst he was bent down. It took all his concentration and effort not to do anything before he got the nappy on. He placed his bum down into the centre of the out-spread nappies lying on the floor. He reached over and, grabbing the front of the nappy, he pulled it up between his legs. It tightly squeezed around his private parts and snugly surrounded his entire groin. Holding with one hand, the front flap of the nappy over his aching stomach, he gathered each of the other two sides and brought them together and pulled all the towelling material as tightly as he could get it, and fastened the thick bulk with the biggest safety pin he could find. Again and, again, he thought his insides were about to burst, and did his best to stop himself from wee-ing or poo-ing just yet. Now that the towelling nappy felt as firmly and secure in place as he could manage, he slipped the, opaque, plastic pants over his feet, up over his knees and at the same time as standing up, pulled them the rest of the way up securely to his waist.
At first, he stood there patting all around the plastic pants with his hands, making the remainder of the air out that was trapped underneath. They felt snug and secure, warm and comforting. And then began to strip off the remainder of his school uniform, first, the dirty blazer, next he unbuttoned his shirt as fast as he had ever done, and flung them in the corner along with the other.
All neatly folded on the end of his bed, were his after school clothes that his mother had putout for him earlier that morning. And feeling a little more relaxed and secure he sat down on his bed and began to get dressed, first one sock, then the other, then leg by leg, he slipped the pale blue, baggy jogging bottoms on, and pulled them up over the nappy filled, plastic pants. He stood up and ran his finger round the inner rim of the waistband and then let them go with a satisfying ping, as they walloped against his skin and the bulky nappy he was now wearing. He then slipped a vest over his head, quickly followed by a bright yellow T-shirt that his mother made him wear, and tucked the vest inside the jogging bottoms. He stood up and could never have imagined that it felt like it did. He relaxed his stomach muscles in the thought that it was safe to do so, and if anything did happen, it would only be in the nappy.
Chapter three, A Trip To The Shops.
What was he going to do now, he thought to himself? And in a strange moment of curiosity he even wondered what it would feel like if he went for a walk outside? Or even pop down to the shops, to get his latest Computer mag. his mother had on order for him monthly?
He took a peek behind his bedroom curtains to see if the street was clear! It was. And again, he wondered why he couldn’t see any girls leaving school? His thoughts returned back to him and moreover, as much as he had always wanted this moment to happen, he was not sure he could bring himself to wee or poo into the fresh, clean feel of the nappy he was now wearing? Let alone go outside in it.
Nevertheless, the desire began to play on his mind and drew his attention away from the window and without another thought he hurried down stairs to the kitchen.
He didn’t know why, because he was already desperate for a pee, he grabbed a glass from the kitchen cupboard and quickly drank two full glasses of water, looked at the clock on the wall and saw that was still only 4 o’clock. His mother wouldn’t be back until at least
five thirty or later? That gave him one whole hour in a wet and poo-ee nappy and, at least, half an hour to have a wash and bath and to clean himself up!
This is excellent, he thought to himself. And felt sure that everything would be ok, then cautiously left the house by the side door! Before he got to the end of his garden, he looked up and down the street again, just to make sure it was still all clear, and then continued on his way to the local shops. No sooner had he got more than a few yards from the corner of his street, it began to happen, and although he was expecting it, it caught him by surprise!
At first, his bladder just gave way, and emptied itself with such a ferocious burst it made him bend forward with a stabbing pain to his stomach, instantly soaking the front of the nappy. Then came the poo-ing, as he felt it move from deep within his insides as it began to slowly ejected itself and squeezed itself more quickly out of his bum and into the nappy without any effort from him. The shock of it made him stand straight with the spasm and then suddenly bend back over forwards without stopping.
He could feel his poo, warm and slimy, as it came out and begin to spread. And with the nappy so full he could feel it up inside his back passage unable to get out as it struggled to find room in the already full nappy. He felt it spreading, oozing in between his legs and between the backs of his groin and up towards the back of the nappy. . . It was never ending. Time after time, it would first be his bladder, then is bowels, and again his bladder and again his bowels, and try as he might he couldn’t stop himself from going, until finally he thought his insides were completely empty and he had nothing else left inside of him. He could feel the nappy getting wetter and wetter as the towelling socked up his pee. And all he could do was to stand there, bent slightly forwards and his legs spread slightly apart to fearful to move.
He began to stand up, but realised that he hadn’t finished and could still feel a quantity of poo that was unable to get out from up his back passage still. If he was at home sat on the toilet he would’ve been able to push to relieve himself. But he wasn't! He was in the middle of the street! In broad daylight, wearing a wet and dirty nappy, that felt almost full to the brim!
This is what he had always wanted, and no matter how horrible it felt he was excited by it all. He decided to continue with his journey to the shops, although in some discomfort, and tried not to push too much on his stomach or walk to fast, for fear of anything else happening! In the midst of all these feelings he forgot about the smell of it all and suddenly caught a brief gentle puff of air coming up from the smelly nappy. It was a strong, horrible pungent smell and repulsive.
Walking a little further he began to feel scared and vulnerable, but wasn’t sure of what or why? He walked a little further until he managed to get to the exit of the shortcut that he used from school, and quickly stepped inside the entrance of the darkened alleyway. Here, he felt a little more secure and not so exposed. And at first, he could smell the musky dampness of the over hanging hedges and trees surrounding him. But the more he stood there the more he became aware of the smell of his wet and poo-ee nappy he was now standing in.
He looked down at himself and lifted up the front of his t-shirt to inspect under it? He didn't quite know why or, what to expect. And anyway, nothing looked any different from when he looked at himself in his bedroom. That’s only just to say, that he looked like a 12 your old boy wearing a nappy. The only difference now was that he looked like a 12 your old boy wearing a nappy that had just messed himself in it!, he thought. After a while, he wondered what the time was and thought it was best to return home to get himself cleaned up before his mother returned home, just in case it took him longer than he’d expected?
Chapter Four, The Journey Home.
He stepped out from the dark, damp alleyway onto the pavement and into the bright sunlight, and began walking towards the corner of the street, heading towards home.
As he began the short journey home, he began to notice more and more that his stride had shortened, and his legs were bowing apart. Just like a baby would walk with a dirty nappy on. This suddenly reminded him of his own baby sister walking around the shops, crying!
He carried on walking in this bow-legged fashion for as long as possible. It was either walking like a baby or making more of a mess of himself. It began to get uncomfortable. His legs began to hurt, but he daren’t walk any faster though! It took all his concentration as he began to get into a steady walking rhythm.
He was walking as fast as his dirty nappy would allow him to and with his head bowed down looking at his feet and pavement in front of him, concentrating all his energies on getting home as quickly as he could he bumped straight into a group of schoolgirls coming from the opposite direction. He never heard them coming from around the corner!, unlike the girls, he was now in the midst of, they had seen him walking towards them and noticed that he had been waddle-ling from side-to-side as he walked, looking just like a baby. And now that they had crowded round him they could clearly see that he was wearing a nappy and, they could smell it as well!
The group of girls began surrounding him on all sides and began giggling and laughing at him. They began to tease and taunt him, calling him names and moving around him as they circled him. They had him in there grasp and weren’t about to let him go!, and began to play with him, like a cat that had caught a mouse. They began chanting, “He wears nappies”, “He wears nappies”, “Nappy boy!”, “Nappy boy!”, “His mummy puts him in nappies”, “His mummy puts him in nappies!
More and more girls crossed the road to join in with the fun and taunting. And finally had him completely encircled, and began to push him from girl to girl, twirling him round and around. And all the while his nappy was getting messier and messier. He could feel the poo inside the nappy spreading around more and more, squeezing up in between his legs as it began to make its way through to the front of the nappy. He began to cry and asked them to stop, but this just made things worse as he went from girl to girl. He went round and round and the taunting got louder and louder!
Mummy puts him in nappies, Mummy puts him in nappies”, ”Nappy boy”, ”Nappy boy. was all he could hear. There were big girls and smaller girls as he stared into their overjoyed and gleeful faces as he pleaded for them to stop!
Relentlessly he got pushed from one girl to another and they just kept on laughing and pushing and laughing and pushing, from side to side and around and around. He looked up at them again and begged them to stop.
All of a sudden everything stopped spinning and his arms were grabbed from behind. His legs were spread and maked apart so he was unable to move them. He tried to struggle free but there were too many girls to fight against. Several of the older girls held him between them so that he couldn’t move or wriggle about and them it started. Each of the smaller and younger girls took it in turns to grab at his nappy and rub it in. Girl after girl took it in turn, giggling and laughing all the while, whilst they rubbed the poo around and around. He could clearly see each of the girls faces as they walked up to him and do it.
“Let me have another go!” , “No, it’s my turn?” is all he could hear! As some of the girls came back for another go, and time after time they just kept grabbing at the nappy and making the poo to spread more and more. He could even hear squabbles breaking out between them in their eagerness to get at him. And all he could do was to just stand there crying and the more he cried the more they seemed to enjoy doing it to him. First he felt like a mouse caught by a cat, now he felt like a fly stuck in a web.
Finally, he was released by the older girls, who were getting board with the game, and then pushed to the ground by the younger ones that had been grabbing him all the while. He fell to the pavement and went sprawling across it arms out stretched. He was in floods of tears and all they did was taunt and laugh at him. He wished he never come out like it and laid there crying like a baby on the pavement.
He heard some of the younger girls threaten him not to move until they’d gone or else, and then, and only then, he was to crawl home like the big baby that he looked like. The girls began to move off one by one, but before leaving him they all gave one last rub at his dirty nappy and rubbed it all around smearing it into every crevice of his buttocks and nappy using, what felt like their shoe?
He laid there and waited until he knew all the girls had gone, crying and weeping into his arms. As soon as he knew his way was clear of girls he scrambled to his feet and managed to walk the rest of the way home without meeting anyone else.
Chapter Five. His Secret No More.
He grabbed the gate and ran towards the side door of his house, wiping his tears away and sobbing. He opened it and rushed into the kitchen.
To his shock and horror, he saw his baby sister, sat in her high-chair, at the kitchen table and sat beside her was one of the school girl-tormenters from earlier, still in her full uniform.
Oh!, hello Tommy, you’re just in time for tea!... This is Julie, my younger sister, come in and sit yourself down, there’s no need to be shy! There’s a good boy!
Julie looked straight at him and gave a little snigger.
He’d seen her before, as they only lived a few doors away. She could’ve only been a year older than him at the most, he thought.
“Hello.” She said, in a calm and collected voice, and just sat there, starring at a spot on his joggers were the nappy was just beginning to leak though.
He stood with his back to door, horrified and quivering, with tear stains smeared down his cheeks and not knowing what to do next. Without realising it he began to try and un-stick himself from his dirty nappy, pinching it with the ends of his finger tips, and tugging on it from behind.
It was his babysitter, Mandy, who would usually arrive just as he was going off to bed. He had only met her once before, and that was only just to say goodnight to.
She was tall and slim with blonde hair. He didn’t know how old she was, but he reckoned she was no more than 18 or 19 years old. She lived not far down the street and come to sit regularly for his mother when she had to work late.
Your mother telephoned me from work and asked me to come in earlier.” Mandy said,
“She’ll be staying on at work extra late and asked me to pickup your little sister from the nursery, and to make sure that you are both okay.” She continued.
“I’m to make sure that you have your tea and are both washed, changed and ready for bed before she comes home! and carried on with what she was preparing for them at the cooker.
He froze to the spot. What should he do now, he thought to himself, as the smell of his nappy began to permeate under his nose the more he fiddled with it. And before he had time to think or do or say anything else. His babysitter hurried him to sit down and eat his tea.
Come, come now!, up at the table, your tea’s nearly ready... and there’s no reason to be shy. She said again.
He couldn’t do anything else, apart from what he was told, and began to walk slowly towards the kitchen table. As he walked he felt, with every step, the poo-soaked nappy sticking and un-sticking to his skin. He pulled up a chair and slowly sat down, knowing full well that it would make the poo squeeze forward and up in between his legs and spread around his buttocks further. He made himself as comfortable as he could and remained there motionless.
I think one little man might have had an accident... don’t you? Mandy said, looking at him. He looked at Julie, sat opposite, and just nodded his head in some fashion of agreement, and felt the blood rush to his face with embarrassment. Your mother must be very patient with you? Mandy said. I had no idea you needed to wear a nappy. She commented. Julie looked at him from across the table grinning. He didn’t know what to say, and again he just nodded and carried on eating the food she had placed in front of him.
She poured him a large glass of juice from a jug and placed the rest down in the middle of the table.
“Never mind, the sooner you eat and drink up!, the sooner we’ll get you out of that horribly smelly nappy, and into a nice, fresh clean one.” She said.
“So it’s up to you how long you want to stay sat in it?” she continued.
Worried at what she’d just said and to cover up any further embarrassment he picked up the glass of orange juice in front of him and began to drink as quickly as he could. Without realising what he was doing he’d almost finished the whole glass!
“Oh-my, you must have been thirsty?,” said Mandy, and filled his glass back up again.
“There you go, after you’ve drunk that, we’ll get you washed and changed.” She said looking at him. And again, he picked up the glass and began to drink, but this time, a little more slowly than before.
Mandy walked round the table and picked his baby sister up out of her high chair.
“I think Becky has eaten all she wants, so I’ll take her up to the bathroom, change her and put her to bed. And then I’ll be back down to see to you.” Mandy said, as she left the kitchen, carrying his baby sister in her arms
There was a silent pause before Julie said, “Come on, you heard what my sister said!, you’ve got to drink all that orange! or I’ll get my friends and we’ll wait for you after school every day!”
thought of this terrified him and he began to drink the remainder of
“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” She said.
He didn’t know what to say, and just carried on eating the remainder of the food left on his plate. Looking at him, Julie asked why he had to wear nappies. But he couldn’t answer. And she just laughed at him again and said, “That was good fun earlier, wasn’t it!” Before Julie had time to say anything else they heard Mandy come back down the stairs and watched as she came into the kitchen.
“There. . . that’s Becky changed and put to bed.” She said. “Now!, are you ready to be seen to?” she looked at Tommy and asked. Tommy couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He didn’t answer and just sat there in a frozen panic. He was comfortable where he was. The contents of the nappy had had time to settle, and he didn’t think he could bring himself to move another inch in them.
“Well. . .?” Mandy said, “Move yourself, we haven’t got all night!” she blasted.
Slowly, he slid off the chair he was sitting on and began to stand. It was worse than he’d feared. He looked down at his blue jogging bottoms’ that were clean on earlier that afternoon, to see that the shape of the nappy had almost completely soaked through, and although he was expecting it to feel a little uncomfortable he wasn’t prepared for what happened next. As he began to take his first steps it felt like his entire backside and surrounding parts were stuck-fast in mud, like when a Wellington boot gets stuck, he thought. He could feel it squelching and un-sticking from his skin as the air got drawn into the back of the nappy with each step. He felt the slow drizzle as the wee and poo had had time to combine together and congealed into one runny sticky substance as it slowly made its way to the bottom of the nappy and gather in between his legs. He looked up and saw Mandy and Julie looking at him as he waddled from side to side making his way across the kitchen floor. Without warning he felt his cheeks on his face tingle and prickle as the blood rush to them as he became flushed with embarrassment.
“I hope that’s not more you’re doing down there young man?” Mandy said.
Julie couldn’t but let out a small gaggle aloud, but was soon silenced when she received a stern look from her older sister.
As he reached the bottom rung of the stairs he heard Mandy tell her younger sister to clear the table and follow them up after, and began following him up the stairs.
By the time, Mandy and Tommy had reached the bathroom door. They heard Julie making her way up. Mandy began to speak to him as if he was a little baby, asking him to put his hands into the air above his head so she could take his T-shirt off. She did the same again as she began to un-tuck his vest from inside the jogging bottoms. He had his arms in the air for the second time when just at that moment the bathroom door opened and Julie walked in, cheerfully grinning at him.
“Oh good your finished downstairs.” said Mandy.
“Can you fetch a disposable and some clean clothes for him?,” she asked.
“You’ll find them on the end of his bed. . . I had to pick them up off the floor when I tidied his room up early?” Mandy continued.
He’d completely forgotten about the nappies he’d pulled out of the cupboard earlier that afternoon. So that’s why she thought I wore nappies, he thought himself. But it was too late to do anything about it now.
By the time Julie had come back, Mandy had taken off his socks and shoes, and was just about to pull his jogging bottoms down, when she come through the door carrying his pyjamas, a clean vest and a Pampers disposable on top of them.
Mandy turned towards Julie, and said, “I’ve opened a window a little!, but this might just get a little bit smelly, so if you need to go out, I’ll call you back when he’s a little cleaner.” Julie just grinned and replied, “I don’t think I’ll need to, sis’. I’m sure it’ll be ok! It’s only as bad as changing our baby brother’s nappy isn’t it?,” and sat herself down on the end of the bathtub, watching her older sister as she began pulling down his jogging bottoms and slipping them off the ends of his feet.
“What are we going to do with you!. . . Just Look at the mess you’ve got yourself into... How on earth did you ever get into this state?” exclaimed Mandy.
“I think it would be easier if we just stood you in the bathtub and showered you down!,” and told him to step into the bath.
He was too afraid and embarrassed to say anything and just did as he was told, and made his way over to the side of the bath. He begun to lift his left leg up to clamber inside and could feel the whole nappy filled with poo and sopping wet wee, sticking and un-sticking against the skin of his bum, as the poo inside began squirming and oozing around his groin and private parts. It felt so horrible and so unpleasant he didn’t want to do this anymore!, he thought to himself, and tried to go as slowly as he could.
“Hurry up I don’t want to spend all evening in here!” Mandy shouted at him. And all the time he could see Julie, sat on the end of the bathtub, watching him and trying not to giggle or laugh behind her sisters back.
Once in the bath, Mandy began pulling the tops of the plastic pants towards her and using the shower attachment on the bath taps to wash all the muck off, surrounding the safety pin.
“Just what have you been up to?” She said again.
“It’s everywhere look?” she exclaimed, as she began to wave the shower attachment from side to side, whilst holding the nappy in place and trying to wash the worst of the muck away.
He could feel the plastic pants begin to fill up with water until they got so heavy they began to slowly slide down his legs, little by little. Try as he might, he couldn’t stop them from falling, and tried keeping his legs together as best he could. But it was no good. The water in the plastic pants become so heavy and, the pants so slippery, they just slid down over his knees and down onto his feet.
“There!... That’s them dealt with; now for that stinky old nappy.” she said.
“And if you were to stop wriggling about so much, I could get at you more easily.” She complained, as she began to lose her patience with him all the more.
Before he knew it, she had given one big tug on the safety pin holding the cloth nappy in place, when it fell to the bottom of the bathtub along with the plastic pants, making a splash as they hit the gathering puddles of water lying on the bottom. He immediately tried to move his hands to cover himself up. But before he could do anything, Mandy could see what was going happen and asked her younger sister to grab his arms and hold them above his head so he wouldn’t wriggle about, and so that she could get at him properly.
“Now you’re here I might as well do the job properly!” Mandy said, and told him to step out of the plastic pants and nappy and move further up the bathtub where the water was a little cleaner. Mandy asked Julie if she could pass the shower-jell over, and the pair of them continued; Mandy washing his hair and face whilst Julie sat there holding his arms aloft, preventing him from moving.
He could feel their hands writhing over and over his body as the pair of them took it in turns to wash between his groins and up in-between his legs, swapping as they went and each of them taking it in turns to hold his arms above his head. First, washing his front, then twirling him round like a ballerina, to get to his behind and back again, and soap-suds sliding down his legs, tickling as they feel.
He was helpless and unable do anything and too embarrassed to protest. So he just stood there and let them carry on, the two of them; Mandy, his babysitter and her younger sister, washing him like 3 year old.
After a short while, Mandy told him to sit down, so that she could wash his top half. He sat down and watched as the soapy water gathered over the plughole at the end of the bath and trying not to complain about the shampoo that was getting into his eyes.
“There, that should do it!... Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Mandy said, smiling at him and turning the water off. Then suddenly, from down stairs, the telephone started ranging.
“Oh, can you pop down and answer that please Julie, while I dry him off,” Asked Mandy. Julie promptly left the bathroom, drying her hands as she made her way down the stairs to answer the phone.
In the meantime, Mandy started to get him out of the bath and began drying him off from head to foot, taking her time to make sure his hair was dry first. All the while, he could hear Julie down stairs talking, giggling and laughing out loud on the telephone. But he couldn’t hear what she was saying. A few minutes later Julie came back through the bathroom door and said; “It’s Sara, she wants to speak to you!”
“OK, I’ve dried his hair, if you take over here; he just needs finishing off!, and I’ll be back up to help.” Mandy handed a damp towel over to Julie, and left the bathroom.
He felt ridicules and even more embarrassed as he stood there in the middle of the bathroom floor stark naked in front of his babysitters’ younger sister, who must have been only a year older than him?
Before he knew it, she’d grabbed the disposable nappy from the pile of clothes and began unfolding it on the bathroom floor in front of him and told him to lie down and place himself in it. To frightened to disobey her, he done as he was told and sat down into the middle of the disposable. She knelt down beside him and bellowed, “Lay back then! I can’t do it up with you sat up like that, can I?”
He began to lay down flat on his back when she grabbed under his knees and raised them enough to make sure the nappy was under his bum firm enough, and began to pull the front of the disposable, tightly, up between his legs and wrap the sides of it around his waist.
He was just about to utter, “But, I haven’t been dried around there yet?” When she retorted,
“There. . . that should be nice and sticky for a while! No need for talc or a dry towel. You’ll soon be wet again!,” looked at him, and laughed quietly.
He tried to stretch his legs out flat because it was getting uncomfortable, when she shouted;
Don't do that!... bring those legs and knees back up again, your making things more difficult for me!, and made him bring his knees up and spread his legs apart making sure that she could get the disposable pulled up and between his groin’s, as snugly and tightly as she could get it. She pulled as hard as she could on each of the sides of the disposable and wrapped them across his stomach and tape them down as tightly as she could manage, making sure that she firmly and, slowly pushed, with the palms of her hands, against his bladder as she went.
He winced as he tried to prevent himself from wee-ing into the nappy. Now he realised why she had made him drink all that orange juice earlier, he also regretted the two glasses of water he drank before leaving the house as well, but it was to late now. She could feel his bladder was taught and that it wouldn't be too long before he’d need to pee.
She reached over for a towel, rubbed it up and down his legs a few times and then dried in between his toes, knowing full well that if her sister checked him to make sure he was dry, she would only check his feet! Julie grabbed the talc and sprinkled it vigorously up each of his legs and over his body quickly, and then rubbed it in with her hands until he looked a pail white and the bathroom become filled with the cent of the baby powder.
She stood up and quickly began tidying the bathroom, starting with the bath, rinsing it round with the shower attachment and washing all the soapsuds down the plughole, whilst leaving the plastic pants and nappy at one end to be sorted out by her older sister later. She then began folding the towels they’d used and hanging them over the radiator to dry off.
When she’d finished, she looked down at him and could see that she’d done the nappy up as tight as she could get it, and felt pleased with herself and then said; Well!, are you going to stay down there all night! Come on!... on your feet!
He tried to straighten his legs out to sit up, but she'd wrapped the disposable nappy around his waist and legs and, taped it so tight, he felt that it had fixed him into a sitting position as he lay there. She looked down at him again and began to giggle at him as he struggled to get to his feet. And in a crab like fashion, he rolled over to one side and only just managed to get up.
Once he had got to his feet the nappy felt even more bulky, tighter and constricting than when it did when he was laid down. Forcing him to lean forward slightly and spreading his legs because the bulk of the disposable in between his legs prevented him from closing them together. And he wished he was laid back down again, because his bladder felt twice as uncomfortable as it did before. And every time he tried to stand upright or move he felt the disposable pulling at his stomach and groin’s, where he hadn't been dried. The nappy was sticking to the insides of his legs and thighs, cutting into his groins and pressing against his stomach and bladder so much, that he wasn’t sure if he would be able to walk properly, let-a-lone close his legs until it was taken off again? And as he stood there it was all he could do to stop himself from having a wee there and then. And no matter how he tried or, wished, he didn't dear stand completely upright!
Julie just stood there staring at him and grinning all over her face, but said nothing. He looked at Julie and then at his vest and pyjamas on the clothes basket, where she had placed them earlier, and wasn't sure what to do next? He was fearful to move. But what he did know was that all he wanted to do now was to get to bed, so he could take the nappy off and secretly sneak back to the bathroom to use the toilet. But Julie just stood there staring and grinning at him and all the while, wondering how long it would be before he had to pee?
The silence was broken by Mandy’s footsteps coming back up the stairs. And before he knew what was happening Julie had hold of him by the wrist and was pulling him out of the bathroom door with her just as Mandy reached the top of the stairs.
“Oh! You’ve finished then? I was just coming to help! Why’s he not wearing any pyjamas?” Mandy asked. And before he had time to say that Julie had forgot to put them on him; Julie replied, “He told me he didn’t put them on until he was ready for bed. . . just in case his nappy needs changing again!” she said, joyfully to her sister.
“Well, if that’s what he usually does, then that’s ok!” I’ll just look in on Becky. . . and then follow you down.
Chapter Seven, The School Friend Arrives.
With that, Julie gripped his wrist tighter and began walking him down stairs to the living room as fast as she could, knowing that it was painful and uncomfortable for him as he waddled from side to side. And when they got to the living-room she pointed to one end of the sofa and letting go of his wrist, told him to sit. Painfully waddling, as the nappy rubbed and stuck to his skin, he went and sat down in one corner of it. Julie looked at him and screeched, “Not like that! Get your legs up under yer bum, and sit on them with your knees apart! I can’t tell if you’re wet sat like that, can I?” she said.
He done as he was told again and folded his legs under his bum sitting almost on his feet. And as he sat there he could feel the back of his calf’s against the back of his thighs until it meet with the material of the disposable nappy. He was just glad to sit down and although the nappy still felt bulky and constricting and was still cutting into his groins and pressing against his stomach, it was less painful and a relief from standing.
He glanced over at the clock on the mantelpiece and was shocked to see that it was still only a Minute="45" Hour="5" quarter to six . It dawned on him that even if he went to bed at Minute="30" Hour="7" half past seven he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from wetting in the nappy.
Meanwhile, Julie was relaxing comfortably, legs out stretched, in an armchair opposite and turned on the TV with its remote she was fiddling with. She flicked through the cable channels’ until she settled on a children’s cartoon channel. But not really interested in what was on, she sat there flipping the TV remote into the air and catching it before it landed back in her lap and looking at the clock on the mantelpiece, then grinning back at him, sitting there in his bright white disposable nappy.
Mandy popped her head round the door, smiled at him, then looked at Julie and asked, “Everything OK?”
“Yer, fine!” Julie replied.
“OK, I’m just washing up the tea things and sorting his dirty nappy from the bath, call if you need me?” said Mandy, and disappeared back behind the door.
With a bored expression on her face, Julie began to turn the volume on the TV. up and down, when unexpectedly the front door bell rang out! Jumping to her feet Julie gave him one long hard stare, as if to say; don’t you dare move from there, and rushed out into the hall.
He wondered who it could be. They hadn’t moved there long, so his mother didn’t know any of the neighbours. And he hadn’t made any friends at his new school yet, so he knew it wouldn’t be anyone for him either. It wasn’t long before he could hear giggling and laughing coming from behind the door. After a while it went quiet and then started again. And in the midst of it all he could hear talking, but couldn’t make-out what was being said. Shortly after, he heard foot steps run up the stairs, and doors opening and closing coming from above. Not long after the foot steps came back down and the giggling and laughing started again. He heard Mandy’s voice say something and the giggling stopped!
The living room door swung open and Julie walked in. He saw that she’d changed from her school uniform into jeans, a T-Shirt and sneakers’, and thought it made her look even older and more adult looking than before. To his alarm and total embarrassment she was closely followed by another girl he recognised from earlier! As Julies’ friend followed in behind her, she looked over and stared at him whilst the pair of them sat down, trying not to laugh as they sat. Julie sat in the armchair she’d left earlier, opposite him, and sat back relaxing comfortably, legs out stretched again, as if she hadn’t moved, whilst her friend took her position in the other armchair next to her, where he would normally sit. And the two girls sat there looking at each other and giggled under the breaths’, and then looked at him and clasped there hands over there mouths quickly, struggling to stop themselves from laughing aloud!
He felt desperate and exposed, humiliated and ashamed all at the same time and just sat trying to concentrating his mind on watching the TV, and trying not to think about how much longer it would be before he would have to wee in the nappy he was wearing, in front of the girls.
The two girls started talking to each other, discussing what each of them had been doing that day at school, when Mandy popped her head around the door again and said,
“OK girls, I’m off now then! Are you sure you’ll be OK until I get back?” she said.
Both the girls looked at her and said, “Yer... we’ll be ok! If we need you we’ll give you a call!”
“OK. . .be good, and behave yourselves, bye. . . ” Mandy said. “I’ll see you two later then.”, and left the room.
After Mandy left the house the two girls glanced over towards him and both sniggered together and then carried on talking.
He tried his best not to look at the clock on the mantelpiece and began to relax and watch the TV, but was beginning to get uncomfortable, with his knees spread apart and sat on his legs like he was. It felt as if his feet and toes were starting to go numb as the blood began to drain from them. And no matter how much he tried to move his weight from one leg to another it never seemed to help. And then there was his bladder, he could feel it getting bigger and heavier as time went on and as more of the orange juice passed through him. Although he knew he would be able to hold it for a little longer.
Engrossed in TV, Julie suddenly spoke to him and said, “Hay!, nappy boy, you wet into that one yet?” He looked at her in an uneasy and ashamed fashion, but said nothing.
“Well?,” she shouted,
“I’m not a mind reader! Is that nappy wet or not?” she shouted again, making herself and her friend laugh aloud. He looked at her again and simply shook his head, feeling increasingly more humiliated and self-conscious. With that, Julie got up, went out of the room and come back a few moments later carrying a plastic carrier-bag. She looked across at her friend sitting in the chair next to hers and grinning as she pulled from the bag a large babies’ bottle full of juice. She thrust it at him and said, “There. . . Drink that!, it’ll help it a little I expect?” and the pair of them just sniggered and laughed at him. He took hold of the bottle and almost dropped it! It was heavier than he thought and began to suckle on it like a baby, as he was told. He didn’t think there was much more room left in his bladder, and wondered how much longer he could hold on.
Then the pair of them took it in turns, scrabbling in the carrier-bag, Julie pulling out a giant sized bottle of Coke and pouring each of them glass, whilst her friend pulled out a video cassette and placed it into the player, then both sat back down to watch a film.
He looked at the clock again; it was Minute="15" Hour="7" seven fifteen , and they had only just started to watch a film. Julie looked at him and said, “Why are you so interested in the time?,” got up, and turned the clock around to face the wall. He said nothing and tried to put his discomfort to the back of his mind and concentrate on watching the film. For a time it worked and sat relaxing as comfortable as he could without drawing anymore attention to himself, but he was getting desperate for a wee. Trying to prevent it from happening, he began closing his knees and legs together, but this was no use. He’d sat in one position for so long and his legs felt so numb he couldn’t move them. He began to twitch and fidget with desperation when Julie shouted abruptly.
“Oh!, for goodness sake, stop fidgeting!, we’re trying to watch the film!” And before he knew what had happened he couldn’t stop himself and began wetting himself. It seemed to go on and on as the nappy become wetter and wetter until his bladder felt a little less full. But unlike before he couldn’t tell how wet the nappy was? It just felt thicker and even more bulky, and. . . even more uncomfortable to sit in. Now that he was wet there was nothing he could do about it until he was told he could go to bed. Only then would he be able to take the nappy off for good, he thought. So he hurried to finish the remaining juice in the bottle, relaxed back against the sofa, and focused his attentions on watching the film once again.
Chapter Eight, Bed Time.
Suddenly and quite abruptly, he felt himself being grabbed under his arms and wondered what was happing and where he was, until his eyes focused on the two girls stood in front of him as they begun lifting him off the sofa and laying him down on the floor. For a moment he thought he was having a horrible nightmare until he come to his senses and remembered the previous afternoon. He had fallen asleep watching the film! In front of him, in the middle of the living-room floor, he could see a child's bright red, plastic potty!
Come on. . . it is nearly your bed Time, said Julie. “And you need changing by the looks of things?”
But where he had been made to sit on his legs and had fallen asleep, he’d lost all sensation in them, and was unable to move. Before he had time to think about anything else the two girls had picked him up under each of his arms, laid him down on top of the towel on the floor, knelt down on each side of him and began taking the soaking wet nappy off! Once it was off they picked him up again and sat him on the potty in the middle of the room like a small child.
They knew he couldn’t move his legs or help himself. They stood up, looked at him, and began falling about the room laughing and giggling at him. He couldn't feel a thing in his legs except the rushing pain of pins- -needles. He was unable to move even if he wanted to or felt brave enough to! Half asleep and half awaked he just sat there feeling degraded, undignified and childlike.
After they’d finished laughing and giggling they left him sat on the potty and went upstairs. When they come back into the room he could see that Julie's friend was carrying a fresh disposable nappy with a towelling nappy on top. He wondered why she had both as she began unfolding the towelling nappy and laying it out on the floor in front of him.
Julie looked at him and asked, Have you use the potty. . . or don't you need to yet?, then turned to her friend and said, “I think we ought to get him ready for bed now!” With that, they picked him up again and bundled him down in the middle of the towelling nappy and began wrapping it around him, pulling it up in between his legs as tightly as they could between them, and finally pinning it with a safety pin across his stomach. Then, Julie knelt to one side of him and her friend the other, they rolled him over from side to side, sliding the disposable nappy underneath him and wrapping it around his waist, pulling it up in between his legs and groins just as Julie had done earlier, and taped it down as firmly as they could between the pair of them. “That’s what big babies are supposed to wear!” he heard one of them say. After they’d finished putting both the nappies on him, they made sure the towelling nappy was tucked inside the disposable all the way round, and went round the edges of the disposable tucking it under as they went, making in back under the disposable were it resisted. When they were sure that both nappies were as tight and secure as possible they sat him back on the sofa, just as before, with his legs tucked up under his bum and knees apart so he was unable to move them.
He still felt bemused and sleepy. His legs throbbed with discomfort and his eyes stung with pain by the bright light that he’d been woken up to. He had so little feeling he was not sure what they had done to him and had no idea of the time either. He knew he still felt extremely uncomfortable, embarrassed and humiliated, and was still unable to move. All he wanted to do now was to stretch his legs and lay flat in his own bed. He didn’t think or care about the, doubled up, nappy they had put on him, he was in to much pain and discomfort and to drowsy to think about anything!
A minute or two later, Mandy come back in, and said, “evening girls, any problems?” Julie looked at her and answered, No, everything’s okay, and we've changed him and put him in a double nappy for the night!,
“Because he was soaking wet when we changed him,” Julies’, friend exclaimed.
So, he’s ready for bed then. . . is he?, replied Mandy.
Yes, he's been asleep for most of the evening. He must be tired I guess! Julie said.
You might need to carry him up though! She continued.
Mandy picked him up as gently as she could and carried him up stairs to his bedroom closely followed by Julie and her friend. Julie pulled the duvet back on the bed whilst Mandy, gently laid him down and covered him back over, making sure he was safely tucked in all around. As they left the room they turned the night-light on at the bottom of his bed and switched the room light off and closed the door behind them.
In the semi darkness, half-awake, half-asleep, his legs continued to sting and throb with pins-and-needles as the blood poured back into them. And not sure if he even needed to wee again or not, he was aware of the thick, bulky, towelling and disposable nappy around his waist and groins pressing against him, they had maked onto him.
He was so weary and had lost every bit of sensation and movement, even if it was possible for him to sit up. . . he didn’t think he would managed to get as far as his bedroom door, let-alone down the hall to the bathroom?
Weary and tired, and in pain, he laid there running through the events of that afternoon and evening wondering what explanation he would give to his mother in the morning?, And slowly began to doze off to sleep.
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