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Hope you had a good absorbent pad and a mattress protector to keep your bed from getting ruined. Leaking is an occupational hazard for bed wetters. I often wear a terry cloth lined pair of plastic pants over disposables when away from home to mitigate the risk of a leaky nappy. Not a convo I want to have with reception when staying away at nice hotels!

Hey, I'm kinda new to this forum so I'm not sure this is the best place to post but here goes. I really like diapers and, well, pooping and wetting them obviously, that's where all the fun's at to me. I think I've fallen into this when I was 13 maybe ? Diapers since then have always fascinated me, I have many times in my teens indulged in peeing and pooping my pants. This led me to hate myself a lot, the binge and purge cycle, especially because it was paired with a porn addiction kind of. I have thought for a long time I was gross, disgusting, that my life would be terrible if I didn't stop this and I have really tried to stop. I was "sober" (of everything mentioned before) for a month (which is a lot to me). But I "fell" again about two days ago, watched abdl porn basically. I felt terrible although I've learnt to control my shame and self-hatred before when confronted to it. Still it felt bad. But I believe porn is really the problem ( to me at least, I'm sure plenty of people can live fine with it, just not me), and that will lead me to a much more positive subject. I've been eating more lately (I'm pretty thin, too thin actually) and my diet includes a good amount of fiber. In the evening I felt the urge to poop very strongly. I held it for a while and obviously fathomed I could let that load right in my pants. I stayed like that for maybe 1h30 when I really couldn't hold it anymore. I rushed to the bathroom, stood in front of toilet to pee, my underwear still covering my butt, and while I peed I just also pooped. It was such a warm, soft-hard, prefect massive load, without any wetness or thing that could stain through easily.  I felt so relieved and relaxed ! I love doing that scenario, it feels a bit naughty, cute, like I had an accident while peeing. I patted the huge bulge I had in the back of my underwear, put my pants back on (I absolutely love doing this too, so naughty, like nothing happened) did a few chores, played games, would have loved to go outside but I didn't lol (I would have done that at a respectable distance of people had I done it obviously). And I felt great, and I don't think there is anything wrong with that. And it wasn't anything too sexual really and I think that it's simply two things I need to have separate. I will poop my pants again, I will wear wet and mess my diapers, just enjoy, because that won't make me miserable if I am conscious of what it is to me, of the place it has in my life, if I listen to myself and how I feel about it. I must realize I can be healthy and happy and successful wearing diapers when I feel like it. I'm really glad to be part of this stinky and soggy community, I think ABDL can be adorable and I don't want to leave it I think. I hope to find supportive people here and I'm eager to hear other people's stories and advice on here ☺️ 

Very true, I do hope Kim or even her and Lilly help them talk out their feelings about what happened.  I definitely dont want that little hiccup to push them away from each other.  I still think savvy is a good person for paul and all of his sides.  He definitely needs rest for that big upcoming dinner he and his dad have planned.

Chapter 122 With Tuesday’s arrival—Lena’s first day babysitting Besty—I found myself wondering on the way home how their afternoon had gone. As soon as I opened the front door, the rich aroma drifting from the kitchen was so strong and inviting that I instantly knew dinner was going to be something special. I walked over to Lena, who greeted me warmly with a hug and asked how my day at school had been. I told her it was good, though busy, and then asked what she had prepared for dinner. With a playful smile, she said it was a surprise. I laughed and replied, If the meal tastes even half as good as it smells, it’s going to be wonderful. She smiled again, clearly pleased, and then gestured toward the balcony. Go see Besty, she said. She’s out there working on her school assignments. That med school she goes to really does hand out a lot of work. Her words carried both admiration and a touch of sympathy, and I felt a quiet pride knowing Besty was keeping up with her studies even while enjoying Lena’s company. When I stepped out onto the balcony, I paused for a moment to take in the sight before me. Besty was sitting quietly, a pacifier in her mouth, dressed in a soft pink onesie with her diaper peeking out through the leg holes. The late afternoon light cast a gentle glow across her, making the scene feel calm and tender. I walked over, leaned down, and gave her a kiss. How was your day with Lena? I asked. Besty looked up with a smile and replied, it went great. Well, I’m glad to hear that, I said warmly. At the same time, I instinctively checked her diaper—it was still dry. Besty has grown so accustomed to these checks that she hardly notices them anymore, whether she’s wet or dry. It’s simply part of her routine, and she accepts it with ease. After a while, Lena stepped out onto the balcony and announced with a cheerful smile, Dinner is ready! She then turned to me and said, could you put Besty in her high chair and make sure she has her bib on? She’s going to need it. Her tone carried both warmth and practicality, and I could tell she had prepared something special. I nodded, gently lifted Besty from her seat, and carried her inside. As I settled her into the high chair and fastened her bib, the delicious aroma from the kitchen grew stronger, promising a meal that was sure to be memorable. I wasn’t entirely sure what Lena had prepared for dinner, but she mentioned it was an Italian dish. It resembled spaghetti with meatballs, yet the texture of the noodles was unlike anything I’d ever tasted before—silky, delicate, and perfectly cooked. The meatballs practically melted in our mouths, rich with flavor. Both Besty and I dug in as if we hadn’t eaten in days. It was that good. Between bites, we told Lena that this was one of the best meals we’d had in a long time. She smiled warmly and thanked us for the compliment. Then Lena shifted the conversation, asking how our schooling had gone that day. I gave her a quick summary, which only took about five minutes. Besty, however, launched into a detailed account of her medical school lessons. She spoke for nearly half an hour, sharing everything she had learned, her enthusiasm shining through as Lena listened attentively. Lena looked at Besty with admiration and said, For your size—just four foot seven—you’re a ball of fire. You’re going to make one hell of a good doctor. I smiled at the compliment, then asked Lena how the afternoon had gone. Any trouble getting Besty into a diaper for her nap? I wondered aloud. Lena shook her head. Not at all. She went straight to the changing table, hopped up, and it took no time at all to get her diaper on. After that, I helped her climb into her crib and she was asleep before her head even touched the pillow. Lena said, When I went in to wake her up, I could already tell there was going to be a present in her diaper—the smell in the room gave it away. I knew I’d have to change one of her messy diapers eventually, but I didn’t expect it to happen on the very first day. She chuckled softly, and I glanced over at Besty. Her cheeks were tinged with embarrassment, though she tried to play it off. Hey, I had to go… so I did, she said with a shrug. Lena reached out and reassured her kindly. It’s no big deal, sweetheart. I’ve changed more than a few of my grandkids’ messy diapers. Don’t worry—it doesn’t bother me at all. I smiled at Lena, and she asked if Besty ever had a blowout with her diapers. I admitted that it had happened a couple of times. Lena simply shrugged and said, if it happens, I’ll deal with it when it does. Her calm confidence made me feel at ease. Dinner soon came to an end, and as I looked at Besty, she wondered aloud why she needed to wear a bib and sit in a high chair when eating. I walked over to the sink, grabbed a washcloth, and gently wiped her face before cleaning off the tray. Once that was done, I helped her out of the high chair. That’s when I noticed the bib hadn’t done its job—she had gotten some of tonight’s dinner on her pink onesie. I chuckled and told her, it’s not bad enough to change. Go ahead and get back to your schoolwork, and I’ll join you in a bit to start mine. Okay, she said, picking up her pacifier and placing it in her mouth before heading out to the balcony. I stayed behind to help Lena with the dishes, but she waved me off. You need to go do your schoolwork. I’ll clean everything up. She didn’t need to tell me twice. I thanked her and headed out, grateful for her support and the way she made everything feel lighter. After about an hour, Lena stepped out onto the balcony and said gently, Besty, it’s bath time. Go ahead and put away your schoolwork. She then turned to me and asked, would you take her to the bedroom, get her undressed, and bring her to the bathroom while I fill the tub? I nodded with a smile. Sure, I can do that. With that, I guided Besty back inside, ready to help her get settled for the evening routine while Lena prepared the bath. Once I had Besty undressed, I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. When we arrived, I saw that the tub was already full, steam rising gently from the warm water. I turned to Lena with a playful grin and said, I’ve got one naked girl here—what would you like me to do with her? Besty burst out laughing at my teasing remark. Lena chuckled and replied, just put her in the tub and leave us so we can have our bath together. Yes, ma’am, I said with mock seriousness. I carefully sat Besty down in the tub, then gave Lena a playful salute on my way out of the bathroom, leaving them to enjoy their time together. As I was walking out the door, I heard Lena’s gentle voice behind me: Besty, let me get undressed. I’ll get in behind you, and we’ll just lie here together for about fifteen minutes before I start bathing you. With nothing left for me to do, I headed into our office. The quiet of the room was a sharp contrast to the soft sounds coming from the bathroom. I settled at my desk, pulled out my sketches, and began working on a new house design. The rhythm of pencil against paper quickly drew me in, letting my mind shift from the evening routine to the creative flow of planning walls, windows, and spaces that might one day come to life. After a while, I heard my name being called. I headed back to the bathroom and was met with a small surprise—Besty was lying back against Lena’s boobs, looking half-asleep and completely relaxed. Lena glanced up at me apologetically. Sorry to bother you, but could you grab some shaving cream and a couple of razors? Besty needs to be shaved. I nodded, handed her the items, and as I did, Lena chuckled. You know, I’ve wondered why she smells like you when I’ve changed her a couple of times. I smiled knowingly and replied, “We were out of Besty’s shaving cream. With that, I left the room, letting them continue, and returned to the office to pick up where I had left off on my house design. A few minutes later, I was called back to the bathroom again. Lena laughed softly and said, I need to ask you another favor. I grinned and asked, “Alright, what do you need now? She explained, could you toss two towels and one of Besty’s diapers into the dryer? After about ten minutes, bring the towels to the bathroom and the diaper to the changing table. I nodded and turned to head out, but before I reached the door Lena spoke up again. Oh, and could you grab my robe from my bag? I don’t think you’d want me to walk around naked. I chuckled and replied, “I’ll do everything you ask, before stepping out of the bathroom to take care of her requests. I placed what Lena wanted into the dryer and then went to fetch her robe. When I opened her bag and pulled it out, I couldn’t help but pause—wow. It was short, and I mean very short, a silk robe that made me wonder if it would even cover everything. After waiting ten minutes, I headed back to the bathroom. Lena looked up with a smile and said, Perfect timing. I just finished shaving Besty, and we’re both ready to dry off. As she stood, I realized I didn’t need to worry about whether the robe would cover everything—it clearly wouldn’t. She asked me to hand her one of the towels as she stepped out of the tub. I could tell that she doesn’t shave, she had just as much hair as our moms had before they started shaving themselves. I passed it to her, noticing her casual confidence. Then she added, go ahead and put Besty’s diaper on the changing table. We’ll be out as soon as she’s dry. With that, I nodded, set the diaper in place, and left them to finish up, the evening routine unfolding smoothly. When both Lena and Besty came out of the bathroom, I couldn’t help but notice Lena’s robe—it was so short that I wasn’t sure why she had worried about covering up, since it hardly did. After laying Besty down on the changing table, Lena moved quickly and skillfully. She applied ointment, sprinkled on some baby powder, then pulled the front of the diaper up and pinned it snugly into place. The whole process took less than two minutes. She glanced at me with a smile and said, between diapering my two daughters and my two granddaughters, you learn how to diaper girls fast. I just looked at her in amazement and said, Wow. With Besty taken care of, Lena asked me to help clean up the bathroom. While we worked, she spoke candidly: The reason I let you see me naked is because I knew it was bound to happen eventually. I figured I might as well get over it now. I nodded and replied, “I’m sure it would have happened anyway, especially with you taking baths with Besty. With that, we returned to where Besty was waiting. I helped her off the changing table and said, “Let’s walk Lena out and tell her goodnight. At the door, Lena had a coat ready to slip on so she could head back to her apartment more comfortably covered. After we said our goodbyes and shut the door, I picked Besty up and told her, it’s been a long day. Time for us to get to bed.

Hope you all enjoy this chapter i really enjoyed writing it.   Chapter 37.       We are sailing. Hopefully!   I led the kids outside to play before the afternoon lessons.   I was looking around trying to spot James and Simon who were nowhere to be seen. I started a little bit of a panic, I’d lost a couple of kids. Where the bloody hell had they disappeared to?   I started heading back towards the house half expecting them to have somehow sneaked into the music room, when I came across Jane letting the Andover kids out.   “Have you seen two of mine. I seem to have lost them”   “What Simon and James?”   “Yes”   “Last seen being taken upstairs toward your nursery by Tony. she said.   They must have been in trouble because Tony was giving then a talking to outside the dining room and they were standing with heads bowed and Simon was really near to crying”   What the hell have those two been up to? It must have been something fairly serious for them to be going upstairs.   Sam came running over.   “Have you seen Simon?” She asked.   “No not since Lunch”   “Where the hel” She stopped mid word.   “I wonder where they’ve gone” She corrected herself.   “No idea, If I see them I’ll tell them you’re looking for them, ok”   “They couldn’t have gone far could they! Unless they’ve done a runner together”   “You never know, they might have” I replied.   “Daniel, you don’t seem to be that worried that two kids are missing. You know where they are don’t you?”   I smiled at her. “Tony took them upstairs, I don’t know why, I’m sure they’ll be down soon”   She shrugged her shoulders and ran off in the direction of the lake, obviously in anticipation of her impending sailing lesson.   The bell rang for the start of the afternoon session, and the boys were still nowhere to be seen.   The sailing group were patiently waiting at the landward end of the jetty, waiting for someone to start the lesson. I walked up and waited with them.   I spotted Gillian the sailing teacher walking across the lawn towards us. She stopped at one of the changing pagodas and shouted for everyone to run over.   There was a big rush to be first as all the kids sprinted to her.   “Right guys, first things first, we need to get you all changed and into swimming gear before we can start ok?”   Everyone shouted yea! together.   I spotted Tony walking toward us, not in any particular hurry though.   “Before we start guys, anyone got a poopie nappy? Hands up” Gillian asked.   No hands went up.   “Good that makes things easier, follow me inside and no pushing”   She disappeared inside and the kids followed her through the door.   I followed in behind them, all the kids were scanning the inside of the room and talking excitedly. The room was very much as I remembered it, but there were now plastic boxes stacked along the end wall which looked to contain wetsuits, swimming costumes and swim nappies. A one-piece costume in Pink for the girls and blue trunks for the boys. The wet suits were half suits in Pink and black for the girls and blue and black for the boys, the life vests in each box were green and each box had the children’s names on them.   “Right, everyone sit on the benches around the room please”   Everyone did as they were told.   “So, who do we have first then?”   She picked up the first box.   “Samantha!”   Sam stood up like a shot obviously excited.   “Can you join Daniel please on his table, and the next one will be, Bruce”   He also jumped up and made his way to Gillian’s table equally excited.   Gillian handed me Sam’s box, and I took out the items and placed them on the changing table.   “All clothing needs to go into the box and all nappies into the nappy bin please Daniel”   I nodded an acknowledgement.   I had just started to slip Sam’s dress over her head when Tony came through the door.   “Your two kids short for this session Gillian, Simon and James won’t be joining us”   I gave Tony a puzzled look. He responded by waving his hand low by his waist in a wait gesture and mouthed a silent, I’ll tell you later.   We changed the kids in pairs, there were no arguments or complaints, and no one objected to both boys and girls being changed so closely together, the changing tables were nearly in touching distance of each other and close to the benches where the kids were seated as well.   With Sam, being my first swim nappy change, I found it a bit awkward at first but once I got her swim nappy on and did the side poppers up, I slid her costume up her legs and over the nappy, I got her to jump off of the table and she pulled it up and over her ample breasts and slid the straps into place on her shoulders, everything was actually a good fit.   I got her to place her legs then her arms into the wetsuit and she pulled the zip up.   I fitted her Life vest and made sure it was as tight as possible without being over tight. It squeezed her breasts a bit, but she said she wasn’t too uncomfortable.   As the show of hands had identified no poopie nappies, none were found, just some extremely wet ones.   We managed to get the kids ready in super-fast time and they were all lined up on the wooden benches ready to go, Nappies, costumes, wetsuits and life vests all in place and all of them were more than a bit excited and chomping at the bit to get going.   “Right let’s go said Gillian”   Tony opened the door and the kids all filed outside with me and Gillian following close behind.   “Right guys, make your way to the jetty but don’t go on to it, everyone sit on the grass in front of it please” said Tony.   They all did what they were told and sat on the grass.   Gillian had a boat already out of the water and dragged it towards us. It was a single sail two-person type, and it was a near flat bottomed model made from fibreglass, so it was easily dragged across the grass.    “This children is a Buzz 15 sailing dinghy.   They are brand new boats, and we were given them this year. There not even for sale to anyone yet so no one else will have one for a couple of years because these are prototypes, and we’ve been asked to try them out for the company.   These boats might look innocent enough at first glance but believe me when I say that they can be very dangerous if not used correctly, so you need to listen, pay attention and learn. More importantly you need to do as you are told at all times.   If anybody starts mucking about when were out there, then you’re all off the water and that’s the end of the sailing, am I making myself clear?”   “Yes miss” Came a few replies.   “Sorry I can’t hear everyone. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?”   “YES MISS” Everyone shouted a reply in unison.   “Better! now pay attention”   Gillian Instructed the kids on the parts of the boat, from Bow to rudder mast and sail to boom. They all paid attention and she then demonstrated how it sailed but while still out of the water.   She explained that the boom was the most dangerous part and to always be aware of where it was at all times.   She got Bruce and Sam to sit in the boat and showed them how it could smack them on the head and even knock them out of the boat.   “If you fall into the water, your life vest will keep you afloat, Tony and Daniel will come and pick you up in the motor launch so don’t panic. The lake isn’t very deep but it’s still well above your heads so if you fall in your feet won’t touch the bottom.   These dinghies are very hard to tip over, but they can, if you don’t treat them with some respect.   I’m going to be out on the water with you so make sure you listen to my Instructions and do as I tell you”   Gillian put the demonstrator back into the lake and told the kids to pair off. 10 Kids = 5 boats and they all paired off without any squabbling. Gillian took each pair up the jetty one at a time and got them into the boats.   “We’d better get into the launch” Tony said.   At the end of the jetty there was a small launch tied up with a built-in engine.   He got in and held out a hand and helped me to do the same.   “Stick a vest on Daniel, it’s a good example to the kids. Gillian had sent the first pair out onto the water, and they were bobbing around with the sail boom swinging in all directions. There was a loud bang, and I looked around to see Bruce rubbing the side of his head with his hand.   “I told you to be careful. You ok?” Called Gillian,   “Yes miss” came the reply in a slightly pained tone, he was still rubbing his head.   “Use the rope and keep hold of it like I showed you to”   I saw Elizabeth who was sailing with Bruce grab the rope and pull it hard. The boom stopped swinging and the boat took off at speed across the lake as it picked up some wind.   “Slacken off a bit, then you’ll slowdown”   Elizabeth did as she was instructed and the boat did slow.   “Don’t forget your rudder” Gillian shouted.   Bruce grabbed the rudder and the boat turned slightly and slowed a little more.   “There you go! perfect, just keep on doing that, you’ll soon get the hang of it”   “I think we’d better get out there, you can bet at least one of them will take a dunking soon” Tony said.   “Ever driven one of these before?”   “No! only a small dinghy with an outboard”   “Same principle, just a little bigger and faster. Grab the wheel and start her up”   I sat in the seat in front of the steering wheel turned the ignition key and pushed the start button. The inboard engine purred into life with a big cloud of exhaust coming from the back of the boat.   Tony untied the mooring ropes and pushed us off and away from the jetty.   “Push the lever forward slightly”   I did, and we started to cruise over the water.   “Watch where you’re going, we don’t want any collisions. Head out a bit, past where their sailing. We’ll be close enough to lend a hand if need be”   Gillian, one by one was getting the kids out onto the water and teaching as they made mistakes. She eventually got into her own boat and was sailing in-between the kids picking them up where they were going wrong.   There was a lot of laughing and giggling going on which was nice to hear, because the kids were enjoying themselves.   “What’s the story with Simon and James then?” I asked Tony.   “Well, you know that James is back here at his own request, and you know that he’s on a confidentiality agreement”   “Yes, so what did he do wrong”   “He and Simon were sitting at the lunch table talking. I spotted them and it looked as though Simon was grilling him over something and at one point James looked straight at me and had a look of horror on his face when he saw that I was watching them.   He knew straight away that I knew he’d been saying things he shouldn’t be, and he just staired with a pleading look straight into my eyes, if a kid could shit himself in horror I think James just had”   “What did he tell Simon?”   “Nothing of any importance really, but he knew that he shouldn’t have said what he did and he knew it.   I pulled them both up outside the dining room and questioned them about what had been said, but they both clamed up. Eventually James confessed and apologised.   Simon was pleading for me not to send James’s home and said that he took the blame, and I should punish him instead. Well! I was totally impressed with Simon’s plea, taking not only the blame but willing to accept any punishment.   He’s come a long way already under your guidance, showing such loyalty and a certain amount of honesty, not the kid that had first walk through our doors.”   I agreed.   “Anyway, I had to do something to show the pair an example, so I've got them both on punishment for two days, with no playtime and obviously no sailing today, and as an added little thing they’ve been given suppositories with no expected nappy change until bedtime. James was extremely thankful and Simon was unsure what he’d let himself in for. The suppositories should be kicking in about now. Tony smiled.   “That was a bit evil” I said to him.   “Consequences, mate, consequences”   Just then I heard a big splash and turned to see one of the girls going headfirst into the water, with her bottom in the air, and the dinghy sailing off into the distance minus her.   The vest did its job, and she bobbed back upright and was rubbing the water out of her eyes while laughing her head off.   “That was fun” she shouted and splashed her arms around in the water making waves.   I turned the launch and headed in her direction. Tony pulled her onto the boat when we drew level with her.   “That was a blood” She stopped mid-sentence, she was learning quickly. “That was a right laugh” She corrected.   I steered toward her dinghy which by now had done a 180 and was heading back in our direction. Tony got her to climb back in as he held the dinghy and our boat together and once in, off they went again laughing their heads off.   We heard the bell ring to signal the end of the lessons back at the house.   “AWWW! I don’t want to stop, do we have too, came a unified shout from all of the boats.   “It’s ok shouted Gillian we have the whole afternoon out here”   There was a big cheer from all the boats, and they carried on their activity. Most if not all of them had become quite proficient by now and were all over the lake sailing up and down.   What seemed to be all of the school had by now come out to play and were standing at the side of the lake watching the fun that was going on. Most of them with envious faces, dying, I’m sure wanting to know when they were going to get to have a go themselves.   Gillian sailed over to where Tony and I were and pulled up alongside.   “They seem quite proficient and their having fun, my job is done” she laughed.   “What happened to the other two?” She asked.   Tony explained what had gone on and why.   I have to be honest, I felt really sorry for the pair of them, they had both worked hard so far in building the relationship they had, and I hoped that this little incident wasn’t going to spoil it between them.   The three of us chatted while the kids enjoyed themselves. They kids even organised themselves into a race and sped off up the lake, around a buoy and back, finishing when the first dinghy reached back to us.   But as with all good things they must come to an end and Gillian shouted for everyone to make their way back to the jetty.   As before there were a lot of Awwws! and Nooo’s but they started to make their way back. Tony took the helm and got us in before everyone else and we tied the launch up.   “We need to guide them in Daniel, and try to stop them smashing into the jetty if we can. There’s a couple of gaff hooks standing in the rack over there”   He pointed to the standing rack near the middle of the jetty.   One by one the boats arrived, and between us we managed to avoid any catastrophes. The kids managed to get off their boats without actually falling in, which I thought was good. Gillian tied her boat up and we all stood in a huddle   “Right guys, did you all enjoy that?”   A unified yes was said.   “Who wants to do more”   Me,Me,Me, came the responses.   “Well behave, then you’ll get to come out again, Ok!”   “Yes miss” in unison again.   “You don’t want to end up like Simon and James by missing out do you”   “Not bloody likely came a shout”   “Language” said Tony. “That’s the sort of thing that will get you grounded and no more sailing”   Now you’ve got 10 minutes free time, you can go in the water or run around the grounds it’s up to you, but you’re not allowed back on the boats”   Everyone ran and launched themselves off the jetty and into the water and had a fantastic time screaming and splashing around.   When their time was up we walked them all back to the pagoda and took them inside. We removed their life vests and wetsuits and handed each of them a towel and told them they could take their own stuff off to dry themselves.   There was a little hesitation to start with, but once one had stripped the rest soon followed and they were soon all dry from head to toe.   Two at a time they were all nappied re-dressed and ready to go just as the bell went.   We let them out and they all went in different directions to run around.   Once the other kids started to come out, a lot of them made their way to talk with the Pembrooke kids, to presumably ask them about their sailing lesson, so there was a lot of excitement going around.   “Thanks for your help guys”   “Not a problem we both said. Do you need a hand clearing up?”   “No! you’re ok thanks, I just need to hang the vests and suits up to dry, check the boats are moored properly then get the dirty nappies and swimming costumes to the sluice room”   “We’ll do the nappies if you like, it’s on our way”   “OK thanks, one less job to do”   I picked up the nappy bag and Tony and I walked toward the house.   “I think they all enjoyed that, don’t you?” I said.   “They always do, every year is the same, it’s helps bring them out of their shell and allows them a little more fun”   “I was quite surprised how quickly their inhibitions about their nakedness had been overcome. I’d have expected it to take a lot longer” I said to Tony.   “The older ones take a little more persuading but eventually they all come around.   I’ll take the nappies, but can I ask you to collect the naughty boys when where ready to go into dinner later please. Before that though, pop into the dining room and set up two highchairs ready for them, with bibs and a toddler spoon and fork each. Also, before you collect them from the baby’s room, pop into security to see if they have anything to report on the pair of them”   “No problem” I replied.   I headed to the dining room and moved two highchairs with trays from the side wall of the room and positioned one at each end of the Pembrooke table.   I collected two bibs from the table against the wall, opened the drawer and took out two sets of toddler sized cutlery. I left a set on each end of the Pembrooke table.   The bell rang just as I had finished and I headed off to the security room and knocked on the door.   Mr Thompson opened up and greeted me with a hello.   “I’m just about to collect the boys from the baby’s room, anything to report?”   Derek flicked a switch and the boys appeared live on the big screen. They were playing with building blocks like a real couple of babies.   “Two things said Derek. Simon asked James another question about things that go on here, but James didn’t answer this time. But he did point to the camera so Simon could see it.   The second thing is this!”   He pushed a few buttons and twiddled a few knobs and up popped a picture of James and Simon hugging. Dresses slightly raised and frilly nappy covers on full show. It brought to mind my sister’s kid when she hugged my legs.   I was really happy to see the scene, because it showed me that they were still friends and didn’t blame each other for their predicament.   “Any chance you can print a copy of that for me please Derek”   “No problem”   He pushed another button and a small printer started up in the corner of the room, and slowly a picture appeared of about five inches square, perfectly framing the scene.   “Excellent, thank you”   I collected the picture from the printer and left the security room and headed to the baby’s room next door. I clicked the door open and the boys jumped up off the floor trying desperately not to show that they were in fact playing together with the blocks.   “You two naughty boys ready for dinner?”   They both nodded a yes.   “Have you both got really poopie nappies?”   They both again nodded a yes.   “Are they a bit uncomfortable?”   Again, the two nodded.   “I hope this teaches you both a lesson. Play by the rules”   Again, they both nodded a yes.   They made their way toward me at the door.   “Oh! By the way I have something to show you both”   I held up the picture for them both to see.   Simon’s face was a picture of total shock and horror and very quickly he went a crimson colour.   “Oh, I love that” said James. “Can I have it please?”   “Please rip it up” Asked Simon.   “Noooo said James, I want it. I think it looks brilliant”   Simon wasn’t in agreement at all”   “I look like a real poof dressed like that hugging another boy”   “I disagree Simon, to me that looks like two friends embracing their love and respect for each other because they are sharing a mutual experience”   “I agree” said James.   “Look I’ll put a copy in your leaving pack for the end of school”   “Thank you” said James. “I’ll treasure it forever”   “I won’t. I’ll just rip it up when I get whatever this leaving pack thing is”   What Simon wasn’t aware of, but James was, is that every child gets a folder presented to their parents when they come to collect them at the end of term.   A picture album of them and their friends that have been taken over the six weeks from the second they walked through the door right up to the last day.   All bound in hard copy along with any achievement certificates they might gain along the way. I expect that this picture may even be on the front cover for these two.   “Right let’s get to dinner”   The rest of the school had taken their seats already and my two were the last two in.   James walked to Tony’s end of the table and Simon walked to mine, with no hysterics and no dramas. They both climbed up once the trays had been removed and sat down with no showing off but with the obvious big nappied bums in the air.   The trays were clicked into place and the bibs tied on.   There were three kids on punishment now, my two and the older boy.   They all behaved themselves during the meal. I think because no one was paying them any heed they had no need to perform.   James and Simon were looking at each other and smiling as if enjoying themselves.   The food came out on the now customary trollies with the ladies pushing them.                                                                                                 A cottage pie and mixed vegetables was the fare for this meal.   Everyone got theirs on normal plates, but Simon and James’s was as to be expected in baby plates with two sections, one for the vegetables and one for the pie. They were given bottles of juice while the other kids got Sippy cups.   They both ate their meals using both forks and spoons, there was no mess like the last time Simon ate in a highchair.   The plates were cleared when everyone had finished, and dessert arrived in a similar way. The other kids in bowls and James’s and Simon’s in the all now familiar baby bowls.   As before they ate sensibly and didn’t make any mess whatsoever. When everyone had finished, the plates were cleared and the cups and bottles removed.   “Right, everyone, time for bed” Came the call from Tony.   There were no complaints at all from anyone.   Tony and I removed the bibs and trays from James and Simons highchairs, and the boys climbed down instead of jumping and joined the back of the queue waiting to be led upstairs.   I took the lead and Tony brought up the rear. We made our way upstairs and led them toward our nursery games room.   We were the second up the stairs behind Arundel. Jane was bringing up the rear of the Arundel line of kids. We both said “hi” and said “see you later” with smiles. I was looking forward to that immensely.   We let the kids in to the games room and closed the door behind us.   “I am calling in the first group in now, but I’ll let the rest you all have some extra time tonight because some of you have deserved it. Simon, James your both up now!”   They looked a bit disappointed to be called in straight away, but really I expect that they might have been a little relieved, seeing that they both had rather full and sticky messes in their nappies.   I took Simon over to his table and James went over to his, neither making a fuss.   Ann was already waiting on Simons changing table and Jenny was waiting for James.   “Hop up young man” Asked Ann. Simon climbed up onto the changing table and gingerly laid back.   “A bit of a full nappy I take it” she said.   He nodded.   “Sore?”   “A bit yes”   “Will you misbehave again young man?”   “No Ann, not anymore, promise”   “Good! glad to hear it. Let’s get you ready for your cot shall we”   “Between us we removed his dress and frilly pants and hung them back in his wardrove ready for use again tomorrow. Next the socks and trainers.   Nothing was dirty in anyway because he had spent the afternoon in the baby’s room.   Thankfully, the plastic pants hadn’t leaked at all, but I noticed as they were being pulled down Simons legs there was a little poo staining to the plastic at the elastic, so they went into the dirty nappy bin.   Next came the obviously full and messy nappy. It was soaked brown front and back, but everything had been contained. Ann undid the first set of pins, and I undid the second and the third. The mess we found inside wasn’t that bad actually, mainly because the poo had come out in a liquid form which had spread fairly evenly in the nappy and had been soaked up quite well.   We cleaned him up between us very quickly and had him in the pre-run bath in the next room in no time at all.   We washed him and dried him then triple terry nappied him again in a roll fold, then into two pairs of plastic pants one slightly larger than the other, and then his sleeper and lastly his cot.   I carried him through as he couldn’t walk at all due to the bulk of his nappies. Tony did the same with James.   Simon couldn’t lay on his side, so he laid on his back, and James was the same.   Simon wanted both a bottle and a dummy as did James.   We left them chatting as we made our way back through to the changing room.   Ann and Jenny had already cleaned the baths and were in the process of running fresh ones for the next group.   Between us we process the other ten kids really quickly. Everyone had done their poopies, so they were obviously learning the process and getting into a routine.   With the last ones in their cots, we cleaned the rooms, putting all the nappies from the nappy bins into one, as we also did with the clothing into the laundry basket.   We were first into the laundry room downstairs for the second night running, and had our stuff processed well before the second team arrived, which were the Andover team, led in by Jane.   “Wow you’re on the ball tonight” said Lawrence.   “Yep, were the P team, not the A team”   “P team?” Questioned Lawrence.   “Yea the Pembrooke team, not the Arundel team” We all smiled at the others, and they just rolled their eyes.   Windsor were normally last down, but they pipped Andover by a couple of minutes. The time it takes the lift to go up and come back down.   We all went back to the nursery and returned the trollies. Once we were all happy that things were ready for the morning We made our way to the staff room.   Jenny was on night duty this evening, but she came up for a quick tea and biscuits and a de-brief.   “Well guys another successful day in Pembrooke. Is everyone enjoying it so far?”   We all said yes.   “Can anyone see where we could make any changes to our routine to improve things?”   No! was the general consensus.   “Ok then, tomorrow is another day enjoy your rest, and I’ll see you all bright and early in the morning. Night!”   We all responded with the same.   I slurped the last of my tea and took it to the sink to wash up.   Arundel had come into the staff room not long after us And were also having tea and a debrief led by Jane.   They finished just after us, more so because I think Jane was in a hurry to get upstairs to her room.   She came over to the sink with a couple of cups and hip barged me out of the way so she could get to the sink.   We looked at each other and made head movements to indicate our intention to head upstairs.   “I’m off up” she said. “So am I, night everyone”   Night was the reply from the room, there was also a don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, comment from a few people.   Jane went red, I went all shy.   We left the staff room and nearly ran down the corridor towards our rooms at the other end.   “Yours or mine?” she asked as we walked in a haste.   “Mine! I said.   I fumbled my key in the lock but eventually got it open and we both sort of crashed through the door.   I didn’t switch the light on as the room still had plenty of light from the setting sun, but I managed to close the door behind me and as soon as it was closed she jumped me.   Holding and groping and passionately kissing. I returned her moves with my own and within what seemed seconds we had each other’s tops off, and I was kissing her bare breasts.   “You don’t know how much I’ve been dying to do this all day” I said.   She didn’t say anything, she just moaned as I kissed, sucked and bit her nipples and her neck and her ears and just about anything I could get to.   “Daniel I so want to fuck you and I want you to fuck me”   “I do, I so so do” I said.   “But we have no protection, we can’t take the risk” We were both breathing heavily now, and Jane was gasping as I touched her through her shorts.   “We can, look mothers been into your room and left us a present on your bed” I looked over and saw a box of three Durex sitting on my pillow.   “Mummy thinks of everything doesn’t she?” Jane said, gasping as she spoke.   She sure does, I thought to myself. And within seconds we both had our shorts and underwear off and were exploring further than we had before.   We had passionate sex as many times as the supplies that we had would allow.   Jane was a fantastic lover and, well practiced in the art of love making from all angles.   I on the other hand was still quite a novice and she knew it. Not a virgin but not far off.   We both fell exhausted on the bed looking up at the ceiling.   “Why didn’t you tell me she was your mum?”   “I didn’t think it was necessary, if I’d have told you would it have made any difference?”   “Too bloody right it would have. One thing I learnt a long time ago from my mum, don’t shit on your own doorstep, it only leads to trouble”   “Are you glad you have?”   “Have what?”   “Shit on your own doorstep?”   “With your mums blessing, yes”   “We cuddled and kissed for ages before I drifted off to sleep only to be woken by Jane getting up and dressed.   “Don’t go!”   “I have to, you need your sleep and so do I, we both have work in the morning”   There was a beautiful moonlight streaming through the window now which was highlighting all of her shape and hair. I fell in love with her all over again.   I got out of bed and grabbed her from behind and kissed her neck then swung her around and we kissed full on again.   “I love you Jane Thompson. I love you too Daniel Fielding, but my names not Thompson, it’s Peterson”   “Why not Thompson?”   “Don’t ask, maybe one day I will tell you” She lovingly smiled at me, opened the door and backed off through it smiling as she went and headed to her own room.   I laid back down on top of the covers that we had just made passionate love on and closed my eyes.   Mum, I really love her you know that don’t you. I know son, and I think she really loves you too. I think I’m going to marry her mum. I’m sure you will son, I’m sure you will. I drifted off to sleep with a big smile on my face knowing that my mum had accepted my choice.       Next time were back with Simon in:   Chapter 38. The agreement. Chapter 37.docx