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By Diapered Identity · Posted
Chapter 22: Toothpaste and Checklists "And... there!" Liam slammed his last piece home with a triumphant crack. The sound of plastic on cardboard echoed through the quiet living room. "No, no, no!" Rob groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Beaten by the junior team again. It's a scandal. An absolute scandal." Sophie shrieked with laughter and high-fived Liam across the table. Their hands met with a sharp clap. She let her hand stay in his a moment longer than necessary, half-threading her fingers through his and squeezing. "We're invincible," she said, beaming at him. Liam felt the warmth spread through his body. For a moment, he forgot everything. He forgot the thick white diaper sitting under his joggers. He forgot the zinc cream sticking to his skin. He forgot Rob's water glass and Grace's glances. Right now he was just the winner. The hero. "I demand a drugs test," James grumbled, but he was smiling proudly. "Well played, you two." "Thanks for the match," said Liam, leaning back in his chair. He was careful not to shift too much. The itch from the heat and sweat under the plastic was still there, but the rush of victory dulled it. "It's getting late," said Grace suddenly. She looked at her watch. "Half ten. We need an early start if we're going to make the most of tomorrow." She looked at Liam. It wasn't a stern look, but it was the "checklist." Time for the routine. "Yes, bed's calling," said Rob, standing up with a creak. "I need to dream about revenge." The usual end-of-evening commotion began. Glasses went into the dishwasher, cushions were plumped. "Shall we brush our teeth?" Sophie asked, bumping Liam with her hip. "Yep," he said. "I'll just grab my toothbrush." They met in the large bathroom off the hallway. It was the one they'd used before. It already felt like "their" bathroom. Liam closed the door behind them but left it ajar. They stood side by side in front of the wide mirror. The light was sharp and revealing, but Liam had his large hoodie on, which covered his torso and hung down past his hips. Sophie put her hair up in a ponytail. Liam watched her in the mirror. It was so... domestic. So intimate. Standing here getting ready for bed together. He squeezed toothpaste onto his brush. "You were good today," said Sophie, her mouth full of foam. "At the game, I mean. But good thing we didn’t play poker, your body language is not suited for bluffing." "Odd?" Liam spat into the sink. "Yeah. You kept fidgeting. Like you had ants in your trousers." She met his eyes in the mirror and smiled teasingly. Liam rinsed his mouth. "I was just... pumped up about winning." "Right," said Sophie. She held his gaze in the mirror for a beat longer than the joke required. Her eyes narrowed slightly—not with suspicion, exactly, but with the look of someone filing something away. Then she shrugged and went back to brushing. They stood in silence for a while, brushing. The sound of bristles against teeth and running water. It was cosy. Liam leaned slightly towards her, so their shoulders touched. He could feel the warmth of her arm. Knock, knock, knock. Three firm raps on the door. Liam froze with the toothbrush in his mouth. He knew that knock. "How are you two getting on?" It was Grace. Her voice was just on the other side of the door. Sophie spat and wiped her mouth. "Nearly done, Grace!" she called. "Lovely," Grace replied through the door. "Liam, would you hang back for a moment when Sophie's finished? I just need a quick word." The atmosphere in the bathroom shifted instantly. The intimate bubble burst. Sophie looked at Liam. Her expression was questioning. "Always with these secret little chats, you and your mum," she said quietly. She meant it lightly, but there was a thread of something underneath—curiosity, maybe. Or the faintest edge of being excluded. "Is everything alright? You're not in trouble, are you?" Liam shook his head stiffly. He rinsed his toothbrush under the tap. He felt monitored, even though the door was shut. "It's nothing," he mumbled. "She just... worries." "About what?" "Everything. That's her job." Sophie studied him for a second, then seemed to decide not to push it. She grabbed her towel. "Okay. I'll head up to bed then. See you in a bit." She placed a hand on his back, right between the shoulder blades. "Sleep well, Liam." "Sleep well." She opened the door and slipped out. "Night, Grace," he heard her say in the hallway. "Night, love," Grace replied. Liam stood alone by the basin. He heard Sophie's footsteps fade up the stairs to the loft. Then the door opened. Grace stepped in. She closed the door behind her and turned the lock. Click. She wasn't in her nightclothes yet. She was still wearing her jeans and knitted jumper. She looked fresh and efficient. She wasn't a mother saying goodnight. She was an inspector closing a case. "Right," she said, leaning against the door. "Teeth done?" "Yes," said Liam, setting his toothbrush in the cup. He turned to face her. He crossed his arms over his chest—a defensive gesture. Grace walked over to him. She was smiling, but her eyes were aimed at his hips. "We just need to check on things before you turn in," she said. The tone made it sound like the most natural thing in the world. "Just to be safe." "I've been to the toilet," Liam said quickly. "An hour ago. Right when you asked me to." "I know," she said. "And that was really good. But we need to make sure you're still dry. That you haven't leaked a little. You were sitting very restlessly during the game." Liam felt the redness climb up his neck. "That was because it itched! The zinc cream and the heat... it itches." "Of course it does," she said sympathetically. "It's warm. But let me just see." She didn't wait for him to do it. She stepped directly into his personal space. "Hands away," she said gently, easing his crossed arms aside. Liam let his arms drop. He stood passively while his mother stood in front of him in the bathroom. Grace took hold of the elastic waistband of his joggers. With a practised movement, she pulled them a few centimetres down over his hips. Not all the way to his ankles—just enough to reveal the top of the white DryNites. It glowed under the sharp light. The discreet patterns. The wide elastic waistband. Grace hooked her thumbs under the front of the nappy's waistband. She pulled it open. She created a gap so she could look down inside. Liam stared at the ceiling. He felt the cool air flow down into his crotch as she opened it up. He felt her knuckles against his stomach. He knew she was looking directly at his penis. She held it like that for two seconds. Checking the padding. Checking whether it had yellowed or felt heavy. "Hmm," she said. She released the elastic. It snapped back against his stomach with a soft pat. "Bone dry," she confirmed, pulling his joggers back into place. She straightened his t-shirt. She looked him in the eyes and smiled. A broad, proud smile. "I'm glad, Liam. Really. It just gives you a sort of peace of mind, doesn't it? See—it helps to focus on it." She patted him on the cheek. "I'm proud of you. Now you can go up to bed with a clear conscience." Liam nodded mechanically. "Thanks." "Oh, but—" she said, as he reached for the door handle. He stopped. "Remember to have a wee," she said, pointing at the toilet. "Even though you went an hour ago. You've had another glass of water since then. Just try again and empty your bladder completely. Give the night nappy the best possible chance." She opened the door for him. "I'll just wait out here in the hall until you're done. Then I can hear you flush. Night night, darling." She stepped out into the hallway and closed the door, but stayed standing right outside. Liam stood in front of the toilet. Dry. Praised. And ordered to wee on command, while his mother stood guard and the girl, he was mad about laying in bed upstairs waiting for him. -
By Hoppin_bunnies · Posted
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