Baby Talk

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Chapter 3 “Mate, I would end you at Mario-kart,” Tom grinned, ruffling Lachie’s hair as the boys walked the long path from the train station to school. Nick was glad for his morning free of Laura - on her own accord, she took the earlier train, to get to school way before classes started. It suited him - one less nappy to stink up the carriage.  “Mate, this is old ground,” Lachie insisted, pushing the boy off. “I’ve already smashed you on every track, multiple times.” “That was years ago!”  “You’ve been practicing?”  “Of course I have. You can’t be a champion with no practice,” Tom grinned. Truthfully, a few years ago the lad had gotten into speedrunning, and failed miserably to run the game in anything resembling ‘speed’. He hadn’t picked up an N64 controller since.  “You are challenging Rainbow_Road_69 here, Lachie,” Nick chimed. “Fastest thumbs on the N69.” “You know it,” Tom smiled.  “He’s years out of practice,” Lachie rebutted.  “And the years between now and my last speedrun is about the same as between the speedrun and you last beating me,” Tom added. “You can’t hold superiority four years after a fact.”  “Okay, bet,” Lachie said. “But let’s make this juicer.”  “I like juicer,” Tom agreed.  “Even ground - we won’t play the N64 version. Let’s do Mario-kart Wii.”  Nick’s stomach dropped. He immediately knew where this was going, and he dreaded the next sentence which he knew was coming his way.  “Nick’s got it at his place. Why don’t you invite us around tonight for the showdown,” Lachie suggested, and Tom lit up, nodding along.  Nick fell inside himself, growing nervous. Guests to the house, especially in the hours that parents would be arriving home from work, were in the domain of Grumpy Greg to approve. Whilst Nick’s Step-Dad was nice enough,  there was one time when he demanded peace and cleanliness, and that was when he walked into his house after a long day at work.  Strangely, for everything Nick didn’t appreciate about the man, he respected this rule. Nick and his Mum were living in Greg’s house, after all. Coming home to a clean and peaceful home was nice. Nick knew to uphold this sanctity.  Beyond that, Nick knew that Greg didn’t like his friends. He thought that boys like Tom and Lachie were bullish and crude. Of course, Greg was right, but Nick liked his friends for their rough character, and for the shock of the more serene moments which came from them. His friends were men of surprising extremes. They certainly weren’t to Greg’s taste.  It would be a lot of effort to convince Greg to let the boys come over just after school - he’d likely suggest a weekend, or barre the activity all together. Nick went to say as much, when Cassie arrived.  “Hi, my favourite boys,” she joked, skipping up to the circle. Nick immediately lost his train of thought, and was now stuck at the station waiting for it to steam back to him. Unfortunately, the next train to arrive thought that he’d better check Cassie out, and he found himself sitting in its first class pullman carriage.  ‘Perky’ is the word Nick would use to describe Cassie. She was thin, tall, dark-featured, wide hipped, but with toned and thin legs, a little athletic ass that stood out from her profile, and a rack that barely fit on her frame.  “Hey, wanna watch me smash Tom and Mario-kart?” Lachie asked her, his energy still high. “We’re going to Nick’s house after school to play it,” Tom added.  Nick cringed.  “Yeah, that sounds great,” Cassie beamed. “As long as you’re okay with me beating the lot of you.”    Cassie was in? Suddenly, Nick had much fewer reservations about prodding Greg for permission.  “I’ve just got to ask Greg if I can have people over,” he butted in. “We should be fine, though.”  “Oh, Greg loves me, it’ll be fine.” Lachie waved a hand, “3:30 train, all.”  --- At recess Nick made a dash for the back of the art buildings - apparently the old smoker’s paradise before the school cracked on to it - to make his call to Greg. This was a guaranteed abandoned spot, somewhere that he could whine, plead, and beg with Greg out of earshot of his friends, and most importantly Laura. If she heard of plans that had to go through her dear father, she would doubtless meddle in them. If she heard that the coolest kids in school would all be gathered in her house, well, those stakes and scheme would be far higher. Nick ripped his phone from his pocket as he pulled himself around the corner, powersliding on worn leather shoes to a halt. There was somebody here. Amelia. Yes, the girl he’d been talking to at the latest party. About what, he had no chance of remembering, he hadn’t even retained the ride home. The captivation of an interesting conversation lingered, but that was it. “Uh…” he cringed, and gained traction for a quick turn, when they locked eyes. “I’ve never seen anybody else come here,” Amelia said. She stopped whatever she was doing on her tablet, waving the stylus around. “Let alone…I don’t know…you? You know that they have smoke detectors now, yeah?” “I don’t smoke.” “I didn’t get that impression,” she smiled.  Shit, she remembered the conversation. “I need to make a call out of earshot of an evil step-sister.” “You do that often?” she asked. “Surprisingly, yeah,” Nick signed, then settled. “What are you doing here?” “Just painting a few scenes for my Dungeons and Dragons game. It’s a nice place to come and think about plot. Not many distractions, and it’s a nice view.” That it was. The school backed onto a reserve here, and beyond the fenceline the landscape tore down a hill and into a ferny gully. The sky, if you could find it, sat beyond the canopy of cloud-reaching gum trees, through which only speckles of free sunlight rained down. Where Amelia sat, the filtered light glittered and bounced. It sparkled on her hazel eyes, caramel hair, and olive skin. Dungeons and Dragons? That brought something of the conversation back to him. He remembered being surprised by this. Amelia was tall, pretty, and didn’t come across as nerdy. Artsy, sure, but not nerdy.  “You’re running a game, right?” He asked. “Yeah, and playing in another,” she said. “Don’t you remember what we talked about?” “No,” Nick freely admitted, earning a laugh from himself. “I barely remember getting home.” Now Amelia chuckled. “Yeah, that makes sense. You were going hard. I think you put down two drinks just as we were talking, and it wasn’t long.” “But I do remember something about you painting,” he said, and finally walked over closer. Her posture opened to him, and she shuffled across on her rocky perch to make room. As she shifted, the white fluff of her nappy poked through her skirt, and Nick was reminded that this girl was a waddler. He didn’t usually associate with waddlers. Nor artsy types, nor nerds. Well, apart from Laura, but that was forced. But those thoughts, an off colour across his gut, faded quickly. He sat down with her on the rock.  “Did you paint one of the paintings in the house? The purple, abstract one? The one we were chatting in front of?” It was a pretty painting. Nick had been standing in front of it when Amelia approached and started to tell him about it. “I always wish I could paint like that. I dunno, does that sound stupid?” “So you said on Saturday,” Amelia chuckled. “I always wish I could go a day without nappies, but maybe we’re both just built to yearn.” “You’ll get there,” he said. “I mean…I dunno. It’s kinda like going to the gym. You’ll be bad at first, fail a few sets, but eventually you move up in weights and nail the technique.” “I go to the gym plenty,” she huffed, then stood to tower over him, trying her best intimidation.“I bet I could squat more than you, easy. If knowing when I had to go was as easy as squats, you’d be the one shitting your pants and I’d be out there in undies.” She gymmed? That was another surprise for a waddler. Nick tried to stop himself, but he inspected her up and down. Her quads were…well most women didn’t like to hear that their legs were huge, but this girl had a lot happening below the waist, and very little happening at the waist. He got a little flustered, and stood to hide it. I wonder what she’s hiding under the nappy… his mind ran, but then felt sick at the thought.  “Well, fine, screw the gym analogy,” he said. “It could be something you’re allergic to that’s causing you to go without warning.” “Really?” she quizzed. “It could be that simple?” “Yeah. I was allergic to peanuts. Not in the ‘argh, I’m dying’ way,” and he pretended to choke himself for effect. Nick did not know the word ‘asphyxiation’, “but in the ‘ooh, that’s a grumbly tummy’ way. The doctor said it had some weird effect because it interacted with the Novo effects.” “What, like an epigenetic link?” Amelia hummed, “That’s quite interesting.” Of course she’s smart like Laura too, Nick scowled. “Anyway, at the party, you seemed quite interested in roleplaying,” Amelia said, “I asked my group if they’d be fine with a one-off player joining the game for a session or two. Would you want to give it a go? It’d be this Thursday.” Nick hadn’t remembered being so enthusiastic about it. This was possibly the nerdiest thing he could do with his time, a potential embarrassment if anybody found out - especially doing it with a bunch of shit-pantsers. But, there was an allure there. Making stories, bouncing jokes, being in action scenes. It came to him that Amelia had sold it quite well, even if he couldn’t remember the exact reasons it had resonated. “Who’ll be there?” he asked. Any other waddlers? “Just some friends of mine from primary-school. We’ve kept this going for a few years.” “Nobody from our school?” Her face drew a hard line, offended. Maybe he’d been too transparent on that one. “I go to our school,” she bit. Another question and he’d blow the chance. That answer seemed clear enough, anyway.  “I’m in, then,” he said, then recovered, “thanks for making room for me. That’s very nice of you.” That sweetened her face immediately. () Something else grew warmer with the interaction - Nick heard a hiss from down south, one unacknowledged by the girl in front of him. Seeing no reaction strike Amelia, he thought it must be him, and a bolt of anxiety crippled him where he stood. A frantic hand palmed his own crotch, but it was dry. Amelia’s face fell. “Oh…I…” and she pushed a hand up under her skirt, rummaging about. “I should let you make your call.” Meanwhile, the hissing grew louder. “Good luck!” “Thanks,” Nick said, and was thankful for more than just her luck. She stood in place for an awkward moment, and once the stream subsided, she waddled away, the nappy thick underskirt. Right, now to the call. If only he could stay distracted for longer. Nick desperately wanted Cas - his friends - to come over, but wasn’t sure how to approach Greg on this still. He held little reservation in admitting that Laura would know the right strings to pull, but he wasn’t going to stoop to asking her lest he give her ammo for a scheme. He was a big boy who didn’t mess himself, he could call up his step-dad.  Nick dialed the final number, and the phone rang.  And rang.  And rang. Nick almost became relieved, he could see the excuse forming ‘oh, hi Greg’, as the man walked into his door, ‘I tried to get onto you, but you didn’t answer. I’m sorry, we tried to keep things tidy’, yes, that would work. It… “Hello, Nick?” Greg’s voice crackled.  Damn it. “Hi Greg,” Nick splattered nervously, “I was wondering if I could have three friends around after school, to play video games.” His voice fumbled the words. A silence was drawn. “I’ll make sure that everything is clean before you get home. You won’t even hear us - we’ll be in my room.”  Greg hummed, then nothing. Were Nick wearing a nappy, he’d have peed himself.  “Three friends, hey?” Greg mused. “Would they be Lachie, Tom, and Luke?”  “Lachie, Tom, and Cassie,” Nick corrected, and Greg chuffed, as if he was amused to hear a girl’s name.  “Right, usual suspects,” Greg said, then, “you’re just playing video games?”  “Tom wants to verse lachie at Mario kart.”  “No drinking?”  “None of the sort,” Nick bit his tongue. Of course, Nick had assumed this, but Greg was right to suspect it. Tom, Lachie, and Luke could be rowdy when they wanted to be. It had happened before. “This is year 12 after all, we shouldn’t be drinking on school nights.”  “Yes, you’re screwed on…” Greg said, implying that the others weren’t. Nick understood. “Yes, that’s all fine, Nick. Your friends are welcome around,” Greg said finally, and rather quickly, “Just get them to go home before dinner - I don’t want other parents thinking that I neglect to feed guests.”  Nick was stunned. How had this been so easy? Maybe he’d turned on some unknown charm, or he’d done some unknown deed to land in Greg’s nice-books. Maybe the man just pitied that Nick had to eat dinner next to his soiled daughter.   “Thank you, Greg!” Nick beamed. “I really appreciate it.”  “All is good,” Greg agreed, “just keep the place clean for when I get home.”  “And keep out of your hair,” Nick finished the sentiment. “You’ve got it.”  --- Nick whistled on the way to his next class, elation in his veins after he confirmed the good news with the boys - and Cassie. Most importantly Cassie. Nick was surprised that she wanted to come around to his - even though she was effectively ‘one of the boys’.  It’s not like they weren’t mates - they’d hang out at lunch sometimes, they’d talk at parties, but never one-on-one. No, Nick didn’t have the confidence for that. She’d certainly never been to his house. It seemed to push at some barrier of their friendship that she so jovially accepted the offer. Nick just hoped to high heaven that his room was clean enough for a girl. He thought about what damning articles might be on that unmade bed of his. If only he could distract them all downstairs for five minutes whilst he tidied up… ()His thought was interrupted as a girl from the younger year level, walking towards him, stopped in her tracks. Her eyes bulged wide, her knees buckled inwards, and her hand darted to her butt. A rude squelch and slop accompanied from under her school skirt, and the girl was held in stunned silence. Wet farts continued to blurt from the girl’s nappy. Nick disdainfully caught a waft of the toxic mass as he walked by. He gagged at the terrible stench, and was thrown into a strange thought.  Why does Laura grunt so much when she goes?  He’d never thought it strange that Laura put so much deliberate effort into her filling her nappy, but she always did. Most teens - even himself back in the days when it applied - couldn’t stop themselves. You’d be particularly self aware to even catch yourself off guard when relieving yourself. It just sorta happened - that’s why you weren’t toilet trained. The girl he just passed - now waddling off towards a change room - must have been training right now to have known what was coming. Amelia certainly had no idea, although peeing tended to be the harder of the two actions to catch. Eh, maybe Laura’s just constipated a lot. He shrugged, although something further nagged at him. The way she smirked at dinner - was she fucking with him? Saving a poo just to mess with him? How could she even do that?… “Hey, Nick,” he heard from behind, and turned. There stood Laura, her hair tall in its bun, her shirt tucked into her skirt over the obvious bulk of her nappy’s waistband.  “Ah, the brainiac,” he greeted, “what do you want?”  “I heard your friends are coming over tonight,” she said, and Nick could swear that mischief rose with her voice. He gritted his lips.  “Yes, they are,” he wormed out. “Who told you?”  “Lachie, of course.” Yes, Lachie, the weak link. Was he just teasing that he thought Laura was cute, or was he serious? Nick couldn’t imagine anybody being serious about such a thing.  “I did a pretty good job convincing your dad,” Nick grinned, remembering to be boastful. “You know how he hates Lachie and Tom. Got him right on board. I wonder what him warming up to me means for you...”  “I’ve been putting in the good word for your friends recently,” Laura smirked, twirling her skirt. “I told him that all your friends are toilet-trained, and he thought that it must have made them a good influence to have hanging around me. I don’t think he knew that not going in your pants was like, your thing. He’ll probably try and make me hang out with you guys, who knows.”  Nick grimaced, his confidence waning. He’d really believed that he’d spoken through to Greg, but this achievement wasn’t his. Just like everything else seemed to do in the eyes of his family, this success found its roots with Laura. She made things happen when she had a plan, and this sounded like a plan she’d had a long time in the making. He grumbled, eye twitching, but had nothing else to say but “Thank you.”  “You’re welcome,” Laura smiled, and skipped off, away to her next class. Nick hummed, his mind racing. Laura was up to something, but what would she do?  

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