Baby Talk

Don't have a choice have to play taxi driver to work for someone.  Ya, I could roll out when they need to go, but it's in my bones and gut (think daily dump).

Well, some of these could use a branch like dial up modem used BBSs'.  More sophisticated BBSs' used a network of sorts for forums.  They'd zip the discussions and send the zip to other bbss'.  Pirating was huge. Also, there was AOL and CompuServe and much lesser known GEnie (owned by GE). There were USENet groups that you could also download videos / mp3s (besides discussions like Reddit).  There was an ABDL group, but I think it got spammed big time.  

Chapter 4: Morning diapers  Now that Nick didn't have to worry about wetting the bed anymore, he thought he could start living a somewhat normal life again. But wearing diapers every night had a somewhat unexpected consequence that started to affect him during the day as well. After a week of wearing diapers to bed, he started to actually like wearing them. They made him feel even more safe and carefree than when he was wearing pull-ups. The feeling of the soft and thick padding between his legs gave him a sense of comfort he hadn't experienced before. When he was wearing one, he didn't have to worry about anything. All he had to do was lay in bed and fall asleep, knowing that his diaper would keep him safe. Jane was a little more sceptical the first few days. She would wake him up in the morning to check if his diaper hadn't leaked. He would pull down his pants to show his diaper, wich was soaked more often than not. When Jane saw he hadn't leaked, they continued their day. After the third wet diaper Jane came to the conclusion that these diapers weren't going to leak. Since than Nick was allowed to take care of it himself. The diapers hadn't protected him from everything however. A week after he started wearing them, he experienced his first (and last) diaper rash. It wasn't surprising that it happened, but that didn't make the experience any less unpleasant, which was only made worse by the fact that he had to go to school. Nick had felt uncomfortable and humiliated the whole day. With every step he took, his sore skin reminded him of what happened when you wore a diaper for too long. It had made him feel like a toddler in the presence of his peers. He never wanted to experience that again. That day Jane bought baby powder and rash cream which she applied every night since then. At first Nick felt very uncomfortable with his mom putting cream and powder on his private parts. It made him feel even more childlike when getting diapered, but after a few nights it became just another part of the routine. That day had changed something within him however. When Nick had just started wearing diapers, he was able to separate his normal day to day life from his nights in diapers. After the rash, the line between the two had been blurred. He had taken his secret with him into the outside world and now it wanted to stay. He found himself thinking about diapers a lot more often during daytime, and when he was laying in bed he thought about what others would think of him if they knew his secret. It began with Nick thinking of horror scenario's in which his classmates somehow discovered that he wore diapers to bed and laughed at him for it. Those thoughts developed into him imagening himself wearing diapers to school and everyone teasing/bullying him because of it. But then, those fears turned into curiosity. What would it be like to wear diapers during the day as well? A few days later he got his first taste of it. It started out as a normal Saturday. Nick and Jane stayed in bed a little longer during the weekends, but Nick woke up around 7:30 a.m. meaning he had at least an hour and a half before needing to get out of bed. That was nice of course, but he was rarely able to stay in bed the whole time. He usually needed to go to the toilet after half an hour, which always annoyed him. This time was no different, after 20 minutes he felt his bladder give off the familiar signal. Nick sighed and was about to get out of bed when he remembered something. He was wearing a diaper. He wondered if his diaper could hold another wetting. Nick tried to convince himself to just go to the toilet. He was an 18 years old boy, he wasn't supposed to wet his diaper like a baby. He wore them because of his bedwetting, this wasn't what they were meant for. But the diaper around his waist felt so comfortable. Why would he get out of bed when he could just use his diaper? That is what diapers are for, right? Ultimately Nick's laziness won out over his desire to be a grown up. He rolled over to lay on his belly, since the front of his diaper was still relatively dry compared to the back. He started to toss and turn as the urge increased, feeling the wet padding rub against his skin. Part of him still wanted to get up and use the toilet, but his curiosity was too strong. Nick knew there was no turning back once the urge had gotten so strong that it started to become uncomfortable. He tried to relax his bladder, but realised that wetting himself on purpose wasn't as easy as he thought it would be, he had years of potty training to thank for that. Every time it felt like he was about to pee, his bladder clamped down out of reflex. After a few tries he finally felt a small trickle go into his diaper before his bladder clamped down again. Then he did it again, but this time it was a small spurt. He could feel the warmth at the bottom of his diaper. After that, his subconsious realised he wasn't actually wetting his pants, he was wetting his diaper, which would keep him dry. When he relaxed again, he felt a steady flow go into his diaper, that flow turned into a stream and before he knew it he was flooding his diaper. The warmth spread through the front of his diaper as it slowly absorbed his pee. Nick felt both naughty and pathetic, laying there as he wet himself. When he was done, Nick carefully laid turned over on his back again and put his hand on the front of his diaper. He was surprised the diaper had managed to absorb it all. It was warm, squichy and thick, it had swollen so much that it slightly forced his legs apart. The sensation made him feel calm and excited at the same time, but now that the urge to pee was gone he could think more clearly and realised what he had done. What was wrong with him? His lack of maturity was starting to freak him out. A few weeks ago he wanted to to be an adult, and now he was purposefully wetting his diaper just because he couldn't be bothered to get out of bed. He knew he was lazy, but not that lazy. When he shifted in bed he felt his diaper rub against his skin, and that's when an even scarier thought emerged from deep within him. Could this actually be what he wanted? To wear diapers without having to worry about wetting himself? Nick was not ready to answer that question. His actions gave the answer for him, because the next day the same thing happend. He woke up, felt the need to pee, and did it in his diaper. It already was a lot easier this time. He realised how convienient it was to just let go and let the diaper take care of it, why not make use of it? He was a little worried he was developing a bad habit, so he promised himself it was just this weekend, next time he would just use the toilet again. Of course that didn't happen, the next weekend he wet his diaper once again, just like the weekend after that. After a while he had to come to terms with the fact that he had indeed developed a new habit. Nick tried to validate it by telling himself that he didn't want to waste his diaper, but deep down he knew better than that. After the third week of doing it, he stopped bothering telling himself lies. It was convienient to wet himself, and maybe he also liked the feeling of wearing and wetting diapers, so what? It was only two mornings in the week. Everybody has weird things they enjoy. Nobody knew he was doing it, so there was no reason to worry or feel guilty about it. Nick was more than happy to just secretly wet his diaper twice a week, and was fine with keeping it that way, but he was in for a surprise. What was supposed to be a regular tuesday morning had quite an abnormal start. Nick woke up around 6 a.m. when he normally woke up an hour later. What was even more surprising was the fact that his diaper was still dry. During the last few weeks Nick had stopped trying to wake up dry, he was a bedwetter and wore diapers, so why bother? Since then, he had gone from wetting the bed two or three times a week to waking up wet pretty much every morning. Jane had accepted that her son was staying diapered for the foreseeable future. She had ordered three more packs of medical diapers wich would last Nick at least another month and a half. The feeling of a soaked diaper around his waist when waking up had become so normal that waking up dry felt almost strange. He had to give his diaper a squeeze just to make sure. A few weeks ago Nick would have felt relieved to wake up dry, but now he didn't really care anymore. Nick enjoyed wearing diapers, so he didn't really care whether he woke up dry or wet. Especially now that he was wetting himself on purpose. Despite all that, he was still curious why he didn't wet the bed last night. It didn't take very long to figure out why. He got hit with a sudden urge to go to the bathroom, and he had to go now. Nick had probably just been minutes away from soiling himself and got lucky by waking up early. Nick groaned as he was forced to get out of his nice warm bed. As he waddled towards the bathroom he could hear his mom turning on the shower. That unfortunately meant he had to wait at least ten more minutes before he could go. He had done so plenty of times, it wouldn't be too hard, just annoying. That turned out to be wrong, he was crossing his legs after no more than five minutes, feeling his diaper shift with every movement he made. After ten minutes, it felt like he was about to burst. What was happening to him, normally he could hold it for hours on end. After a few more minutes it was starting to get painful, and that's when Nick got an idea... At first he tried to resist it. There was no way he would wet his diaper right in front of the bathroom, just because he was unable to hold it for a few more minutes. It wasn't even the weekend. But the longer he had to hold it, the more appealing it became. Would it really be that bad to use his diaper? He was already wearing it anyways, and since the diaper was still dry it could easily hold a wetting. It wasn't like he would have an actual accident, it was just easier to use his diaper than to painfully hold it for who knows how long. Afterwards he could just tell his mom he wet the diaper in his sleep. It would only be once, he told himself. Nick stopped doing the potty dance, instead he spread his legs apart slightly and tried to relax his bladder. Within a few seconds he heard a familiar hissing sound as he started wetting his diaper. Nick was a little surprised by how easy it had become to wet his diaper. He had done it on purpose plenty of times already, and apparently his mind and body had developed a lot of trust in these diapers. Nick felt the bottom of his diaper grow warm, swell up and start to sag a little. He sighed as he relieved himself. He still didn't want to admit it, but is was kind of nice to stand there and just wet himself without having to worry about the consequences. Though maybe he should have, while he was focused on wetting his diaper, he didn't notice that Jane was done showering. Nick nearly got a heart attack when Jane suddenly stepped out of the bathroom and saw him standing there. He was looking down at his diaper, his legs were slightly spread apart and there was a faint hissing sound coming from around his crotch. "Nick, are you wetting yourself?", Jane asked in disbelief. Nick looked up at his mom like a deer in headlights. But he wasn't able to stop, so he just stood there as he slowly finished wetting his diaper. I... I... I couldn't.... hold it, he stuttered as his cheeks turned beet red. He didn't know which was worse, admitting that he had an accident or that he was too lazy to wait for her to finish and had just used his diaper instead. But he had already made his choise, now he had to face the consequences. I can't believe this Nick, wetting the bed is one thing, but having an accident while you're awake is something else. "I know, I didn't mean to", Nick said meekly. How did this happen, normally you have no trouble making it to the toilet? I'm not sure, he said, I didn't wet the bed tonight, but when I woke up I had to go very badly. You were in the bathroom and I wasn't able to hold it and ended up wetting myself. Why didn't you say you were waiting for me? Nick didn't have an answer to that question. "Are you sure you didn't wet the bed?" Jane continued. She commanded him to show her his diaper. Nick knew he wasn't in a position to protest, so he complied. He pulled down his pants, revealing the soaked diaper. Normally only the back of his diaper was wet, but now the wetness was more evenly spread throughout his diaper. Jane put her hand on the front of his diaper and squeezed it. The ambarrasement Nick felt was impossible to describe, but he also knew he had himself to blame for his current predicament. It's only partially wet, she confirmed. I suppose accidents happen to the best of us, but if this happens again, I might have to take some precautions. That morning had left quite the impression on Nick. After Jane had left, Nick waddled into the bathroom and got a good look at his diaper. It was yellow and sagging like usual, but something about it felt different. He tried to tell himself that he just had another accident, but deep down he knew the only reason his diaper was soaked was because he had chosen to wet it. Normally his diapers were already wet when he used them in the morning, but the only reason this one was wet is because Nick decided to wet it. When Nick looked in the mirror, he no longer saw a boy that needed diapers. Instead he saw a boy that had used his diaper on purpose, not only because he was too lazy to hold it, but also because he liked wetting them. He knew he should be disgusted, but in reality, it excited him. This experience had been oddly freeing and comforting, it felt kind of nice to just wet himself, knowing it didn't matter since he was wearing a diaper anyways. Wouldn't it be convenient if he never had to worry about going to the toilet? Nick tried to get those thoughts out of his head during the next few days. They freaked him out a little, it was one thing to need diapers, another to use them while he was already wearing them, but thinking about how convenient it would be to just wear and wet them freely felt like a step too far. He was 18 years old, not too long ago he wanted nothing more than to be treated like an adult, and now he thinking about how nice it would be to wear diapers. He started taking his diaper off as soon as he woke up, hoping he would stop thinking about them. But the harder he tried to, the more they stayed on his mind. As the days went by, Nick started to realise that these thoughts weren't going away. He simply liked the feeling of wearing a diaper, whether he wanted to or not. Now he had a choice to make, he could suppress his newfound appreciation for his special underwear out of embarrassment or he could embrace this side of himself and try to enjoy it.  It was a wednesday morning when he finally made a decision. It wasn't a regular morning, the school's staff had an important meeting that day where they discussed the milestones of the last year and the future of the school. This meant that all students had a day off. Jane had to work like usual however, meaning that Nick had the house to himself for once. It was 9:15 a.m. when he woke up, which meant that Jane had already gone off to work. The first thing Nick noticed was that his diaper was wet, but not soaked. A few weeks ago that still would have freaked him out, but now it was almost a pleasant surprise. He didn't care either way, but he couldn't help but notice his bedwetting getting worse. He got out of bed and felt his diaper slightly sagging between his thighs. He headed towards the bathroom to take it off. He slid down his pants and got a good look at his diapered butt. He noticed a lot of the padding was still dry, and that's when he got another dangerous idea. He could just keep his diaper for a bit longer and safe himself a trip to the bathroom. Nobody was home, wich also meant no risk of being discovered. Nick looked at himself standing there in a wet diaper, it had become such a normal sight. He wondered if this really was what he wanted. Without thinking about it he grabbed the front of his diaper and squeezed it, feeling the sensation of wet fabric pressing against his junk. To his surprise, it actually made him feel a little aroused. That was enough for him to decide to keep his diaper on. He wanted to experience what it was like to wear a diaper during the day, and this was probably his only chance. He gave his diaper a few pats and pulled up his pants. He walked down the stairs with a faint waddle and entered the living room, his diaper crinkling with every step he took. It felt a little surreal, walking around the house with a wet diaper under his clothing. He felt truly carefree, he had no homework, no chores and he didn't even have to worry about going to the toilet. Nick made his way over to the kitchen and started prepping breakfast. He stretched and squatted to grab the diffrent ingredients, feeling his diaper react to his movements. When he sat down to eat, his diaper pressed against his rear. The wetness against his skin felt a little wrong at first, like sitting down with wet clothing when you just spent an hour in the rain. But he knew it was just his diaper, and nothing else was getting wet. He opened his phone and started watching some videos while eating his breakfast. After a while he forgot what he was even wearing. Nick finished breakfast after 20 minutes but kept watching video's for a bit longer. He was engrossed in his video and only snapped out of it because his bladder started to give off a signal that he needed to pee. That made him quickly remember what he was wearing. He stood up but didn't bother going to the toilet. Instead he cleared up the table and made his way over to the couch. Nick decided to play some games, since there wasn't anything better to do. But with the building pressure in his bladder, it became a little hard to concentrate. Nick wanted to hold it a little longer since he was still a bit nervous about wetting himself on the couch. If he leaked he was in big trouble. Nick gave up after a few more minutes, he wanted to enjoy his game, and his aching bladder made that very hard. He stopped trying to hold it and relaxed his bladder. Nick was still a little surprised when he felt a stream entering his diaper within a few seconds. The hissing sound was loud enough to hear over his game. He was yet again surprised by the easy it was. His diaper started to grow warm and swell up as it absorbed his pee. Nick was still not entirely used to wetting himself wherever he wanted, he was still half expecting to see a wet spot appear on his pyjama and the couch. But the couch stayed dry, his diaper had managed to hold yet another one of his wettings. He put his hand inside his pyjama and moved it from the front to the back of his diaper, feeling the warmth through the thick padding. It felt amazing to be sitting here in a used diaper, and he could enjoy it for as long as he wanted. Nick spent the next two hours playing games in his soaked diaper. He was aware of what he was wearing but tried not to focus to much on it. The whole point of wearing one was that he didn't have to focus on it, he just had to use it when needed to go. Although he was still getting used to wearing diapers around the house, he considered this experience a great success. Maybe wearing diapers during the day wasn't such a bad a idea. Wearing them made it much easier to play a game without getting interrupted, if he became even more comfortable with wetting himself they would be perfect for long gaming sessions. Nick wondered what else they would be useful for, but quickly realized he probably wouldn't be wearing diapers during the day for a while. He was rarely alone at home for more than a few hours, which left him little room to experiment with diapers during the day. If only there was a way to wear them more often...    

I've mentioned this elsewhere, but it needs repeating. When you need diapers 24/7, you DO NOT worry about budgeting for them. You get the diapers you need, then you worry about budgeting for less important things.  This is how budgets work. You put high priority expenses at the top, and low priority expenses at the bottom. And if your income isn't enough for everything, you start cutting the bottom expenses. Things like a mortgage, car and diapers are at the top and get paid without worry. Things like entertainment, cable tv, eating out, and maybe even a mobile phone are at the bottom. These are what you worry to afford, not diapers.

This is a continuation of Jacob’s accidents (link below). It’s going to start pretty much where the last one stopped, but there will be a few developments pretty early on. I’m hoping for a chapter a week or so. I also realized belatedly that I got my ages/grades off by a year. I’m not going to go back and edit things, but we will do a slight fix in this chapter sooner rather than later. Related stories: Jacob's "Accidents" Jacob's Counselor Jacob's Parents Jacob’s Dilemma: Prelude Where we catch up with Olivia after the soccer tournament and team party.   When Jacob’s parents dropped Olivia off after the soccer match, she couldn’t stop smiling. Olivia’s mom, Carolyn, said, “so it was a good day?” “YES! Jacob’s team won, and he played incredible and saved the game, and then the team party was so much fun. This was the best day ever.” Carolyn sat down in the living room and invited Olivia to join her. “So tell me all about it.” “Well, the first game was super easy, and then we went to lunch. After lunch, they played a really hard team in the championship. Nobody could score, then something happened and the other team got to take a free shot at the goal.” “That sounds like a penalty kick.” “Yes, it was a penalty kick. And Jacob dove and caught the ball then kicked it all the way down the field to Matt who scored. And they won!” Carolyn was thrilled at how happy her daughter was. “And how was the party?” “It was so much fun; the other players let me sit with them at the team table and we had a lot of fun. One of them saw my pullup and asked about it, and I just said the line you taught me.” “You did?! The ‘I’m pee pants girl,’ line?!” Olivia vigorously nodded, “yes, and it worked! Everyone laughed and no one said another word about my diaper.” Carolyn noted that Olivia had called it her diaper – she usually got upset if Carolyn slipped and said the “d” word. Now she was on a roll. “And how were Jacob’s parents?” “They were so nice – Mrs. Cook even helped me get changed.” “So you had an accident?” Olivia turned red. “Kind of – the bathrooms at the field were gross and during the second game, I had to go really bad, so I just used the pullup.” “That’s ok – we’ll work on gross bathrooms later. I’m just glad you had such a good day.” “Me too, thank you so much for letting me go!” “You’re welcome – maybe we can invite Jacob over sometime.” “I’d really like that.” “Ok – why don’t you run up, use the restroom and get ready for dinner?”   Olivia blushed again; she had wet her pullup on the way home from the party. She figured her mom probably knew but was being nice to her. She went up to the bathroom and took off her pants and her wet pullup. She cleaned herself with some wipes and ran to her room. She started to put on regular underwear and some shorts, but hesitated. As she thought about the last few weeks, some of her conversations with Jacob really hit her. She couldn’t believe a) that he had seen her pullup and not laughed, and b) that when she wet her pullup in front of him, he hadn’t cared. She still couldn’t believe she did that. She had used her pullup on purpose plenty, but usually it was out of desperation and was away from other people. That day at recess, she really needed to pee and just shifted position and went without thinking about it. Of course Jacob noticed. He had even asked her if she liked how it felt. She had never really considered it before then – pullups were just a way to avoid gross bathrooms full of mean girls – but she realized she really did like how pullups felt. And she even liked how they felt when she wet them. Today, she found out Jacob had wet his pants a little at the soccer game; before, when he told her he had wet his pants before, she imagined it was a long time ago, not something that still happened. Maybe they had more in common than she realized. At that, she closed her underwear drawer, grabbed a pullup, and slid it on with her favorite shorts and went downstairs.   Carolyn had guessed that Olivia’s pullup was wet when she got home; not hearing a toilet flush sort of confirmed it. She was a little surprised when Olivia came downstairs wearing another pullup, but she had gotten used to it of late. She was tired of the wet – and occasionally dirty – pants on the way home from school and, frankly, the pullups were making things easier. That night after a light dinner, Olivia and Carolyn snuggled up on the couch together and watched a movie. Olivia was asleep just a few minutes in; after the movie ended, Carolyn picked her up and carried her to bed. She wouldn’t be able to carry her much longer and didn’t want to disturb Olivia’s sleep to make her go to the bathroom. Once she put her to bed, she texted Jacob’s mom a short message, “Thank you so much for today.”   Jacob’s Dilemma, Part One It was a cold Friday in February when Jacob found himself on the bus on the way home desperately needing to poop. He hadn’t had his usual poop before school and had skipped the toilets all day. He’d been looking forward to this day all week. Earlier in the week, James, Jacob’s dad, had announced that he and Jacob’s younger brother, Gavin, would be out of town that weekend. Jacob’s dad had taken him on a few special father-son trips by himself, including a camping trip and an overnight trip to see a professional soccer match. Now it was Gavin’s turn. Gavin and James were going to visit James’ parents and go to special science museum that Jacob had already been to. Far from feeling left out, Jacob was excited to have some time at home. As much as he loved his brother, he was hoping this would be a weekend where he could relax in his diapers. Over Christmas break, his parents had sat him down and revised the diaper rules a little. Whereas it was not unusual for Jacob to run around the house in just a diaper and a shirt, his parents had asked him to please cover his diaper when he wasn’t in his room. Gavin wasn’t mean about Jacob’s diapers, but it was clear in their last check-in with his counselors that he would prefer not to see diaper stuff as much. No more fake accidents if Gavin was there, and no more changes in the living room when Gavin was around. While Jacob didn’t love the arrangement, he at least still got to wear his diapers most of the time he was home, even if he frequently was putting them on himself. Still, his parents had given him some new cartoon underwear in his size for his birthday, and his mom had him pick out his diapers and let him use a pacifier in his room sometimes. He didn’t use a sippy cup as often but still broke it out on Saturday mornings. But today Gavin wasn’t going to be there when Jacob got home. He had been planning to have a full “accident” all week; he had even put on some of his most childish looking underwear that he felt was big enough to hold what he had planned. While his mom had earlier told him that if he pooped his pants, he would be in charge of cleanup, he thought it was worth it. It had been several weeks since he had messed his diaper, and he was ok cleaning up if he had to. Besides, he suspected his mom knew what he was planning. That morning, he had asked his mom, Maria, multiple times if she was sure it would just be him and her after school. She assured him it was. When he grabbed his backpack to head out the door to his dad’s car to go to school that morning, his mom had winked at him and said, “Jacob, honey, try to keep your pants clean at school today.”   When Jacob got off the bus, he pretty quickly realized that while his accident was planned, he was going to poop very soon whether he wanted to or not. While he figured he could probably make it home if he wanted to, it wasn’t going to take any effort to let it out. It was only a few blocks from the bus stop to his house. As he walked toward his house, he made sure that no one was around and just relaxed. At first, nothing happened. He gave a tiny push and that was all it took. He glanced around again to make sure the coast was clear as he felt the very firm load begin to work its way out of his bottom. He felt most babyish when he pooped uncontrollably while walking or doing other things, so the feeling of poop working its way into his pants while he nonchalantly walked toward his house just like he did most days was heavenly. He loved the way it felt when he felt the first tip of poop press against his underwear, and even more when he felt his underwear sagging under the weight of his load; he was glad it was firm as it would make clean up easier. As he approached his door, he gave one final push and felt a hot rush of pee join the last little bit of poop. He looked down and saw the wet spot on his blue school pants; it wasn’t actually that obvious. With his pants full and the front of his pants damp, he entered the house, dropped his backpack, and hung his coat on the rack.   “Jacob, is that you?” Maria called from the kitchen. “I have a snack ready for you – come sit down!” Maria had, in fact, expected that Jacob was going to show up with, at the very least, wet pants. She strongly suspected that he was going to have a messy “accident” as well. Truth be told, she had a complicated relationship with Jacob’s diapers. While she didn’t really understand why her now eight-year-old liked going potty in his pants and she didn’t really enjoy messy diapers, she had felt a little closer to Jacob since last summer. She had already decided she was just going to go with it this weekend while Gavin and James were out of town. Though Jacob didn’t know it, she had pre-positioned some changing supplies for what she expected to happen when Jacob got home from school. She didn’t know how many more opportunities like this she and Jacob would have.   For his part, Jacob was buzzing with excitement. He didn’t know why, but he really liked it when his mom discovered his accidents. Whereas last year when he had a real accident, he had wanted to run away and hide, today he headed to the kitchen, trying to walk as normally as possible even though his pants were quite full. He hoped his mom would “catch him” with messy pants. “Hey mom, I think I might run upstairs before my snack.” “Nonsense! It’s just us for the weekend – let’s have a snack and maybe play a game on the Wii.” Maria knew Jacob liked it when she pretended to be mad about his accidents. She figured she’d give him the full treatment today. “Come have a seat.” Maria thought she saw a small wet spot on his pants as he approached the kitchen island, but nothing dramatic. Maybe she had been wrong and Jacob hadn’t gone for a full accident. Then she caught a whiff. “Jacob, did you poop in your pants again? What have we told you about making it to the potty?” Maria was using her best fake angry voice. “No mom, I swear, I just had some gas. I’ll just run use the restroom!” Jacob could barely hide his smile. “Jacob Cook, get over here right now.” Jacob hung his head and walked over to his mother. “Turn around” After Jacob turned around, his mother lifted his shirt and pulled the back of his pants and underwear back. It was a pretty impressive mess. “Young man, I thought you were a big boy, but here you are with pants full of poop. What do you think I should do with you?” “I don’t know.” “Well, if you’re going to be a big baby who poops in his pants, maybe we should put you in a diaper.” “No, I’ll be good – I didn’t mean to go in my pants!” Maria gave Jacob a light swat. “Nope, I think it’s diapers for you. Go wait for me in the living room.” Jacob broke character for a moment, “Mom, seriously, I can clean it up if you want me to.” Maria was actually touched by that – she leaned down and whispered, “we’ll make an exception today.” In a louder voice, she said, “if you can’t even make it to a potty, I don’t think you’re big enough to clean your own bottom. I said go to the living room, little mister.” With that, Jacob walked into the living room and smiled. The changing mat that used to stay there had been put up after their Christmas conversation was already laid out with a puppy pad (Maria often used those during messy diaper changes), as was a trash bag and diaper disposal bag. He also saw diaper cream and baby powder. As he took it all in, Maria entered the living room holding a diaper and something else folded up. “You stand right there while I help you get your clothes off. Shoes first.” Maria proceeded to help him remove his shoes and socks, his shirt and then his pants. Finally, he was standing in just his wet, messy underwear. Without thinking about it, he reach back to feel how big the load was. When he felt it, he was actually kind of shocked his underwear had held it all. Maria just laughed and said, “my baby made a huge mess, didn’t he?” She then helped him ease the underwear off and put it straight into the trash bag. After a few initial wipes, she helped Jacob lay down on the mat, gave him a pacifier, and said, “You’ve been really good following the rules. I thought I’d let you have a full weekend being as baby as you want to be.” Jacob took out the pacifier and just said, “thanks, Mom.”  After Maria had Jacob securely diapered, she pulled out the other item she had brought into the living room. It was a onesie with cartoon cars and trucks all over it. She had bought it on a whim, along with some footed jammies that she planned to give Jacob for bed. “Do you want to wear this for now?” Jacob nodded enthusiastically. Maria sat him up to pull the onesie over his head then laid him back down to snap the crotch. “There’s my baby, all snug and secure.”   Jacob got one more diaper change before bed, and then Maria put him in his footed PJs with a zipper that ran all the way from his foot to his neck. Maria told him this would make diaper changes easier. The next morning, Jacob woke up early as he usually did and hopped out of bed. He caught sight of himself in the mirror with his light blue PJs with a clear diaper bulge. He grabbed a pacifier to complete the look and then headed downstairs. He found Maria sitting at the table, drinking her morning coffee. “Hey baby, do you need a diaper change?” Jacob shook his head no. “Why don’t you come over here so I can check.” Jacob walked over, knowing that he had peed in his already wet diaper on the way down the stairs. “Baby, you’re soaked. Let’s get you changed. You know the routine.” Once she had Jacob laying down, she unzipped the PJs and changed his diaper. “Do you want to keep these PJs on for a little bit?” Jacob just nodded yes, smiling around his pacifier.   Jacob spent the rest of Saturday in a diaper. After his morning poop, his mother had made him go shower and then dressed him in the onesie and some soft warm up pants. They spent the day playing games and watching cartoons. On Sunday morning, after another messy diaper, Jacob showered and returned to his room where his mom was waiting for him with changing supplies. He laid down on the bed and raised his hips for the diaper. He’d been thinking while he was in the shower. “Mom, thank you for everything this weekend. It was really special.” “You’re welcome, sweetie. You don’t get to do this kind of thing very often.” “I know and it means a lot. I guess now I’ll put on my regular clothes in case dad and Gavin get home soon. I’ll even put on underwear later.” “Thank you. You can leave the diaper on for now, but it probably is a good idea to wear regular underwear some today.”   With that, Jacob’s fun weekend came to an end. He spent the rest of Sunday helping with some chores and getting his homework done as he prepared to return to school the next day. When his dad and brother returned, he heard all about the science museum from Gavin and how much fun they had. While listening to Gavin’s stories, Jacob started thinking about the different parts of his life and how strange it felt keeping his diapers separate from everything outside of the house, especially Olivia. He couldn’t articulate the feeling, but he knew there was some tension over his diaper secret.