I wish I could mess my diaper like I wet my diaper, anytime, anywhere, and with anyone, but social courtesy prevails to no subject unsuspecting, nonconsenting people to my messy diaper, even if there is only a feint odor from my messy diapee.

After I change my wet Attends Premier diaper, I already have a Tena Ultima plastic back diaper ready for the day as well. No pee pee in the pool, Emily, just in your diapee.

Part 7 Jason had no idea what was happening, his fifteen year old rebelliousness had somehow, and without being aware of it, faded away. In his place was a nervous kid dependent on thick protection, a lad who just happened to love being with his baby brother and sister but desperate for mummy and daddy’s love and approval. These days he couldn’t remember why he was so nasty towards his step-mum, it all seemed so alien to him... he was a good boy. Diane kept her positive reinforcement going at every opportunity, letting him know he was a good boy and this approval was what he wanted more than anything. Meanwhile, Richard and William looked on having no idea why there much older brother was wandering around the house wearing thick padding and little else. But as their parents didn’t seem that bothered decided they shouldn’t either. Mummy tried to explain as best she could that Jason was trying to be a good brother to the twins like he had been to both of them. Clothes weren’t banned it was just his preference; all very natural and acceptable (and as mummy kept repeating - it also made changing his damp nappies easier). So, as well as taking the boys to where ever they were meant to be, when needed, he’d happily step in to babysit. This gave their parents an opportunity to venture out for an evening alone, which had been a very rare occurrence in recent times. They were happy to leave the kids with their very attentive older brother. Richard in particular wasn’t sure, William wasn’t bothered. Jason wearing a hidden nappy was just about OK but with it on view... well what would people think? If the eldest was... would they think all the boys in the family had to wear nappies? Mummy had restated that unless they also wet the bed they were in no danger of following in their brother’s footsteps but Jason was in need of them so not to make a fuss. It was all just normal, well, normal for him. The boys had been going on about a new Minions movie they wanted to see and it was suggested that Jason took them. However, he said he wasn’t that keen and would much rather stay at home and, as dad was working late, babysit the twins so mummy could have a night out as well. “Well, if you’re sure,” Diane saw the excited look on Richard and Will’s faces and a loud cheer from them both when she happily agreed to take them to the cinema. “You two can be my chaperons for the evening.” She said making the boys feel more grown up, even if it was the Minions they were going to see. Diane had decided to make an evening of it for her sons by taking them to McDonald’s before the show started, which had got them even more excited because they rarely got to go to their favourite restaurant. Mummy was full of praise for her sons; they looked very grown up in their smart casual clothes and waved to their older brother as they skipped excitedly down the street towards the bus to town. Later, as they ate their Big Macs and guzzled down huge colas, the two boys had never been happier. For once they were the centre of mummy’s attention; no strange older brother, no twins, just them and her and they loved every second of it. Even though there was no school the following morning such a night out was still a wonderful treat. Mummy was in good spirits, the food was of course excellent and the movie had received brilliant reviews and, like big boys, they were going to a ‘late’ showing so wouldn’t be back until after 9pm, which was quite late for them. + Although at fifteen Jason shouldn’t like the Minion movie he was sorry to miss it. He’d laughed along with his brothers at the other Minion and Gru exploits but these days wanted to be in mummy’s good books and babysitting the twins wasn’t any ordeal at all. With daddy at work, and the rest of the family out at the movies, Jason climbed into the play pen where the twins were surrounded by all manner of squeaky, noisy, fluffy and fun items to keep them occupied. Well, in truth, it didn’t keep them occupied as much as their babysitter who threw himself into entertaining Jane and Alfie with his silliness. The baby’s bubbly giggles, wide-eyes and surprised look on their faces drove him on to pull more funny expressions, blow bubbles, shake, cuddle and baby-talk to the menagerie of stuffed animals and generally keep busy. The twins seemed to love it as much as he did. He took it in turn holding them up and encouraging them to take early steps, or build up bricks, or tap a toy that made an animal sound. He had fun with pop-up picture books, which seemed to fascinate Jane in particular, whilst Alfie was more interested in things that squeaked. When it was time for a bottle he tried to feed them both at the same time, if they didn’t finish it, he did. On the occasions when their nappies were wet wasted no time in getting them all clean and fresh again. Strange thing is, when alone with them, he often thought of himself as being the same age especially as they played. He became ‘big brother’ when needed but otherwise he’d immerse himself in their world. + For the first time in a number of weeks Dad arrived home just after 8pm to a very quiet house; the lights were on and the TV was on mute but there was none of the usual hubbub of family life. He’d been so busy recently that he often left the house around seven before the kids got up and arrived back home after ten when they were in bed so rarely got chance to spend time with any of them. Diane had reported that Jason had stepped up so was pleased with his change of attitude to being more family positive. Howard had been relieved that the bitterness and general disruption in the house, as far as his eldest and wife were concerned, seemed to be at an end. He never questioned the ‘whys’ or ‘wherefores’, he took what Diane said as the way things were. He’d watched his son become more and more reliant on nappies as his incontinence got worse but, because of his own ridiculous workload, left Diane to make all the necessary arrangements to keep him clean and tidy. He trusted her judgments completely. However, he was home early for a reason, he’d had some excellent news that he couldn’t wait to share. Unfortunately, he’d forgotten that his wife and two of his boys had gone to the cinema so all his pent up excitement would have to wait. Nevertheless, in the living room he was surprised to see three babies snoozing in the playpen. Jason, wearing only his nappy and plastic pants, had fallen asleep and his two little charges, one in each arm, had snuggled up and were slumbering against him. + The change in Jason’s attitude had been a surprising bonus. Since Diane had moved the twins into his room the expected ructions just didn’t happen, well, not like Howard had feared. Instead, over the last few weeks since it had happened, the teenager was more loving and attentive to his roommates and so his father no longer received complaints from Diane about his conduct. Indeed, now he looked down at the three huddled together; Jason seemed to fit into the scene with remarkable ease... just as his wife had explained. Of course, seeing his teenage son only wearing nappies and plastic pants on a night made him worry but was assured by Diane that all that was needed was to let Jason work things out for himself. She had a way with words that, although not profound, did give a feeling of understanding and nurture. “He’s been on a journey love,” she said explaining to Howard why his son was wearing nappies during the day as well now, “and, although it’s taken some time and a few unnecessary hurdles, I think the boy has found himself.” Jason had now done that and was happier wearing padding and looking out for the rest of his siblings. Howard wasn’t sure what was going on but had been constantly assured by his wife that it was all part of a ‘process’ and everyone should be happy for him. She’d even bragged that her friends and neighbours were quite jealous of the fact that despite having to wear protection Jason was so attentive to his brothers and sister that they wished they had a ‘wonderful caring son’ like him. It had been a struggle and Howard had to give credit where it was due. Diane had insisted that once he was wearing a nappy and the fear of leaks was avoided, then Jason would settle down and be more accommodating. For a lad who not so long ago was fighting to be a teenager to slip so quickly into being a tot was quite remarkable. Whether noticed or not Jason didn’t seem to question that he had. In fact, if anything, the consensus (Diane’s opinion) was put down to his proximity to the twins day and night. That and the fact he was becoming more and more reliant on his own nappy to keep him dry and free from public embarrassment. Others wondered what magic potion Diane had slipped into his nappies to make him so eager to be compliant, whilst others were just happy that his quarrelsome attitude had simply changed for the better of all concerned... thanks to the unending love and understanding of his step-mum. + Although Diane had not had to slip anything into Jason’s nappies to get him to comply, she had been busy with the sophisticated mobile/monitor which she activated when the twins went to bed. She remembered when Richard and William were babies just how difficult it had been at times to get them to drop off and decided that with the twins, she’d try the very latest (and expensive) in baby entertainment Nighty Bye-Byes to help. Not only did it act as a video monitor it also played a selection of musical ditties aimed at Sleepy-time for babies; delta waves with soothing hums and echoes, the sound of mummy’s heartbeat (not actual mummy’s but just a calming heartbeat) together with her soft words of love and reassurance (her voice could be pre-recorded and then fed at random into the system), all acted as melodious sophisticated comfort to anyone who was sleeping in the room. Who could resist being told ‘mummy loves her sweet babies’ or ‘yes you are mummy’s little darlings’ or babies are ‘cute just the way you are’- plus a host of other loving and babyish terms of endearment. Thus, whilst he slept, not only were Alfie and Jane being serenaded and spoken to but also Jason received inspiring words that reduced his anger and delivered heartening testaments about being a wonderful little baby. Of course the twins were too young to understand such words but a tired teenager might just be influenced by them. Diane had no idea it was this soft nurturing sleepy-time melody that was actually facilitating the change in Jason’s attitude. It was only by chance that he said a phrase that echoed with something she’d recorded for the monitor. This freakish phenomenon got her taking more notice. It seemed that each morning he woke up, and although soaked, was also less grumpy. She quickly detected a decline in arguments, an almost immediate acceptance of mummy’s and daddy’s jurisdiction and a burgeoning love for his brothers and sister. This was all so incredible she didn’t quite believe it, how could it, especially the speed at which it was happening? So the monitor, with its heartbeat and special comforting delta waves she bought to serenade the twins, was having a more dramatic and immediate effect on Jason... the results were absolutely incredible. To make sure it all fit together, and seeing as he was already pretty dependent on them, added the simple refrain to her discreet, yet loving nighty-night words of comfort, about the need for ‘lovely thick nappies and sweet plastic panties’ ‘wetting nappies was okay’ ‘mummy knows best’ and ‘kind babies are the happiest babies’. She chose her soothing and encouraging words carefully. She didn’t want anything to happen that couldn’t happen naturally. However, his startlingly speedy compliance to what the monitor was pumping out each night led Diane to try other things. Once she’d noticed this phenomenon there was no way she wouldn’t use it to her advantage. She spoke more positively and directly to Jason about how sweet and helpful he was when he did what mummy suggested and how much mummy and daddy appreciated it all. “Mummy loves to see her little boy in his thick nappy and lovely colourful plastic panties” and “Onesies makes Jason a happy boy” were just a few of the many ‘suggestions’ she fed into the machine. The fact that it wasn’t a constant churning out of her words, only intermittently, that made them so compulsive. They slipped unobtrusively into Jason’s head and he had no idea why he reacted the way he did but there was no denying, he loved all those things mummy said he should. She knew her words wouldn’t mean anything to the twins but it excited her to see just how influential they were on Jason. She introduced a liking for a binkie to the soundtrack and gently let him feel it would help. He took to it with no trouble. The speed at which this ‘suggestion’ was taken up intrigued her, which in turn led to a regular night-time baby bottle of warm milk. Again something he took to without any argument and as far as she was concerned, visually very satisfying. She also realised that adding a night time drink made certain for an exceedingly wet nappy come morning. There had been a couple of mornings when it looked like he might be over his nightly soaking, perhaps even gaining back a bit of control. Diane was having none of that... she wanted him just as he was... suggestible and wet.   “My baby boy loves his milkies... baby loves his bot-bot...” and other such suggestions were seeing instant results. So, even when the monitor wasn’t running, mummy was there with the positive message that he was “...like the twins...such a good boy” and insist he kept himself “well hydrated”. If the twins were having their bot-bots, so was he but Diane always made sure one was out and available for Jason, so he could suckle when not doing anything else. The knock-on effect of that meant as he was drinking more, the more he filled his nappy, the thicker the padding. She got no argument from him as he was mummy’s “little champ” and that was what he loved to hear. She loved her unexpected control over her stepson who’d gradually and successfully been reduced to a more incontinent boy. The recording playing throughout the night, every night, made sure he was aware of the fact that wetting his nappy was a good thing... because mummy said so. Now, unbeknownst to anyone but Diane she had got Jason just where she wanted him. Although mummy had told him that she was no longer angry and was on his side, she still retained that need to dominate... it was after all in her blood  (she imagined if she could have got her brothers to piss themselves how fantastic would that have been). Perhaps it was no more than a little kickback to the stress he’d created in the past but could all this power possibly make him even more subservient to her wishes. So, she reasoned, if it was done in a loving and understanding environment, and those with eyes could see just how caring she was, did anyone else need to know? It was amazing for her to see just how easily he took each suggestion and once it was there in his brain, he seemed more than happy to accept it as natural. So, she didn’t have to rely heavily on her night time words having an effect, just the constant affirmation during the day got the job done. For her the satisfaction of seeing her annoying stepson reduced to little more than a toddler was worth all the effort involved on her part. Mummy was going to ‘lovingly’ parade Jason for all to see how she deals with an uppity teen, and what’s more, he was going to be happy about it... because he was mummy’s little trooper. Her friends and neighbours had been gobsmacked at how amenable Jason had become, especially when she occasionally checked and changed his soggy nappy right in front of them but received barely a whimper of dissent. Of course she didn’t let on to them about the fantastic baby monitor breakthrough (worth every penny she paid for the astonishingly wonderful gadget) she let them think he’d been tamed by her natural wiles, cunning and force of personality. The angry teen was now a compliant little kid who did as mummy said without question and, like his baby brother and sister, that included where and when he got his nappy changed. + Howard wasn’t sure if he should wake his eldest son but decided if he was that tired then he probably needed to sleep. However, he did notice that Jason’s nappy looked like it was in desperate need of a change whereas the twins looked fine. Whilst trying not to wake him Howard picked up the twins and with hardly any reaction to being moved carried them to their cots and settling each down with their binkies. It would seem that Jason had tired them out with whatever games he played and of course the family was grateful for the time and effort he put in to keep them occupied. The fact that he could now change the baby’s nappies made no difference to Diane’s rule that said he shouldn’t change his own. The heartbeat monitor was very clear on that point, “only mummy or daddy can change baby’s nappy”. At one point earlier, when he suggested he should change himself, Diane reminded him of their ‘secret’ and that she never let on about his wet briefs on the condition he always did as he was told. He gave in to her argument immediately feeling guilty for bringing it up but now, with those extra ‘words of encouragement’ from the monitor, only expected an adult to change his nappies. To Jason he was in toddler mode when playing with the twins but quirkily, because of that rule, he’d be walking around with a full squelchy nappy being held up by equally saggy plastic pants waiting for mummy or daddy to change him. These days he never created a fuss and patiently waited his turn or for them to notice what was needed. Otherwise, he’d simply walk around with it all day. However, daddy didn’t know about all that... all he knew was his son needed a change. So, next on the list was to get his eldest into clean fresh padding and into bed. He gently shook him awake where a tired Jason smiled in recognition and hugged him. “Sorry daddy must have fallen asleep,” he yawned, stretched and looked a bit guilty. His plastic pants crinkled as he tried to rise and he could feel the weight of the soggy material underneath. “That’s no problem... er... sweet boy,” this was the first time he’d used such words though he’d heard his wife call him that recently and had witnessed the joyful smile that appeared on his son’s face. Jason wriggled and smiled at daddy using such an affectionate term. “But let’s get you out of this messy nappy and into a fresh one shall we?” “Okay” and was gently led upstairs to his shared room where he first checked on his little brother and sister before lying out on the changing area. It was relatively rare that Howard got a chance to change his kids because of his ridiculous work schedule and the hours he kept but this, well this was something that he should do. His wife had been clear about what Jason required and daddy changing him would be an emotional bridge the boy needed. + Diane had done a great job in convincing her husband that this was just what Jason desired. His slip from angry teen to mother’s little helper, though in many ways quite dramatic, had, according to her, been what he wanted all along and, all the antagonism was just his way of asking to be the way he was now. Of course Howard didn’t quite believe it at first but saw the way Jason reacted to being praised. With peace in the house and everyone seemingly happy with the way things were, why would he try and alter anything which obviously worked? The term ‘Sweet Boy’ came about when Diane was rocking Alfie after he’d just been fed and said he was the sweetest baby boy in the world. Jason had innocently asked if he was as well and she confirmed that they both were. He seemed to like the term so waggled his hips like a happy little toddler, which in turn emphasised his thick padding. He looked coyly up at mummy and smiled as innocently as possible and, in that one innocent response, she saw what being treated like one of the twins meant to him. For Diane it was a peculiar moment; she had him both as a ‘big boy’ and ‘little baby’ at the same time. He could take on teenage responsibilities, but worked better being a little kid. She pondered this for a while until she came up with an answer – Jason acted as a teenager when she wanted him to take on such responsibility because he needed her validation. So now Jason was keen to help out without resentment; to actually want to take his brothers to football or spend hours with the twins reading and playing with them. Howard simply wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t noticed just how much more content his eldest was and that all the early annoying antagonism had disappeared.  Diane had of course changed her approach to dealing with her stepson by repeatedly reporting back to his father about how wonderfully things were going. Needless to say there was no mention of the ‘special monitor’ but made it clear that Jason was having issues. She realised that he had a lot going on that he couldn’t quite understand (being at that difficult age) but was, as she kept emphasising to hubby, thankfully working through them. All teenagers, she said with what sounded like sound logic, grow up at different speeds. Some are slow to adapt, some are quick, whilst others are scared or confused by the entire thought of adulthood and the responsibilities that incurs. She’d wondered if his bed wetting was an unsubtle cry for attention but had mistakenly jumped to the conclusion that it was just him being an annoying teen. However, now admitted she was wrong and appreciated that being fifteen and having to grow up so hastily had been quite a strain on him and that, with the twins now getting all the attention, he was somehow regressing back to a time when he was the centre of all that devotion. All this psychosomatic stuff appeared to be the answer as she quoted articles and research she’d read online carried out by professors and psychologists to prove her point. She added that anything Howard could do to cement that bond would make Jason feel especially loved. She admitted that it had taken her awhile to see all this, but according to those sources, it was not that unusual for an older sibling to feel overshadowed by their younger ones and find a way of getting that supposed ‘lost love’ back. She insisted that the best way to deal with it was with understanding, love and let him behave and be treated the way he wants - less stress all around. Thanks to his wife’s dogged research Howard was relieved to have one less thing to worry about. He’d gladly accepted her conscientious understanding of the situation at face value and went along, as always, with what she prescribed as the most sensible solution. He wasn’t sure how all this came about but with all the work he had to catch up on, was relieved there was an ‘official’ explanation to his son’s bizarre development. + “Mummy” and “Daddy” were what all three boys now called their parents. It had taken Diane a while to get Jason on board but was now just as at ease using these terms as Richard and William. However, as Howard looked down on his passive but sodden son he wondered if the rule he shouldn’t change himself might be better if he was now allowed. He’d speak to Diane when she and the boys returned from their trip to the cinema. He chuckled to himself, a rare event these days, but couldn’t wait to tell them his incredible news that would change everything. Meanwhile, there was work to do, his son’s nappy wasn’t going to change itself and although he didn’t do this often Diane had insisted that either of them needed to make sure he was correctly and securely nappied to avoid any possible leaks (a leaky nappy would prove just too embarrassing for the lad). It was his chance to show both Jason and Diane he was on-board with and understood all that was taking place. However, on the changing table there was already fresh padding set out. The fleecy material seemed larger but also there were extra soaker pads and new thicker glossy rubber-looking pants with Disney cartoon characters all over them. Howard thought that his wife must have put them there for a reason, perhaps Jason was wetting more so needed all this extra stuff, anyway if that’s what she’d decided then that’s what he’d be wearing. For a brief moment he wondered where she was getting all this new stuff from (not knowing about the box of second hand clothes) and was it an expense she should have discussed. “Well I don’t suppose it matters because soon we’ll have no financial worries” he said with a chuckle to no one in particular as he grabbed the items and returned his attention to his son. + Jason seemed relieved to be getting rid of his soaked nappy and let daddy change him with barely any resistance. He could see daddy contemplating each item before wiping him clean, rubbing in the oily barrier cream and delivering a cloud of talc with a flourish. For the first time in ages daddy seemed less lined, less tired and happy. Both seemed to be enjoying this moment of intimacy. “You know Jason, I was sorry you missed out on your trip abroad,” he rubbed in the talcum powder as his son just smiled back up at him. “However,” he added quietly as if sharing a secret, “and you’re going to be the first to know, I’ve been headhunted... and we will be going somewhere sunny to live, permanently, wouldn’t that be nice?” He searched for some reaction but only got an “Oooohhh” it didn’t appear he was aware of what was being said. “OK, you’re tired,” he acknowledged, “perhaps it’s the wrong time to tell you but it will mean you’ll be getting your own room back. In fact, all you kids will have your own rooms and...” but decided to stop there. He’d wait and tell them all together.  Finally, with a tender smile and a little effort daddy fed the much thicker fresh nappy up between his son’s splayed out legs and pinned it into place. To finish the job he slipped the new glossy rubber pants up his thighs and patted them firmly into place. There was absolutely no doubt that his son now looked like a toddler. However, the winning and contented smile on the boy’s face convinced him he was happy with the situation. “There you go all freshly...” he paused for thought again. Although he was still a little perturbed about this nappy lark there was no doubt that these days he did seem a lot happier and certainly a lot less ‘fussy’. Diane had explained to him it was a miracle Jason had come to appreciate the situation and declared how grateful he was for the care and attention they paid in making sure his nappy fitted securely. She also said with an appreciative smile that Jason had never looked cuter and at that moment, Howard could hardly disagree... because it brought back memories of baby Jason with his first wife. A grateful son reached out for a hug, surprised, though willingly Howard returned the gesture. The hug was tight and quite intense as Jason murmured his thanks and whispered how much he loved his daddy. Thinking of his first wife and baby son had brought an unexpected lump to his throat and a tear to his eye. “It’s alright son... I love you as well.” It took this emotional moment for Howard to realise that it had been some time since the two of them had been quite as intimate. Howard wondered if that had been part of the problem. Boys, as they get older tend to pull away from physical contact with their parents... had he got it wrong, was he partly to blame, and that wasn’t what his son was desperate for... it was in fact affection? The hug lasted longer than any he’d had with his son since a toddler and, as he rubbed his son’s back and patted his sleek rubber padded bottom, was reminded just how warm and loving his son could be and how nice it was to cuddle a child. + He guiltily thought how, since the twins had been born, all affection had been directed towards them and he’d not had time for his other boys - not that he didn’t still embrace them but work was taking its toll timewise and emotionally - he needed to make more of an effort for his family. The good news he couldn’t wait to share would solve all that – more money, new location and bigger house... and better still, a life/work balance that would take away some of the pressures. Eventually, with a soft kiss to his needy but sweet boy’s forehead he assisted him off the changing table. A few wobbly steps later helped Jason climb under the bed covers and, with a reassuring pat to his bulky but joyful cartoon inspired posterior, let his boy wriggle contently down and yawn his need for sleep. The sudden bout of bedwetting, the move to day time wetting and his need, no, love for his nappies were an obvious indicator that his son needed this (what was it his wife called it – regression therapy?) more than anything else. On his own Howard would never have thought this was what the solution could be but Diane (who had over time easily misdirected her husband), proved herself to be the perfect mother and seen exactly what his troubled son craved. Howard wasn’t a stupid man, but was a busy and relieved man. The last few months of anger and resentment that had been the basis for life at home had, as he’d hoped, eventually passed. He knew his son was really a ‘nice lad’ and with the correct understanding and guidance all would turn out well. Although at times he’d been called upon to lay down the law he’d seen that his wife, who was the recipient of all the nastiness, had proved to be a martyr. Once she’d discovered exactly what Jason’s problem was had found a way to let him discover for himself just what was best for him. He loved that Diane, although prone to anger, had, despite having the twins as well as the rest of the household to contend with, taken the time to help his son find himself. He had no idea that what was needed was this but, and this is what he was most proud of, his diligent and caring wife hadn’t give up on him. Despite all the worries about his teenage son wearing nappies and seemingly having nothing but family in his life, there was no doubt, judging by the hugs, smiles, giggles and easy going nature, the lad had never appeared more satisfied. “Night-night son,” he said with renewed affection. “Night-night daddy...ummmm, can I have my binkie please?” Howard saw it on the bedside table but hadn’t realised, despite its larger size, that it was his, he thought it was just another for the twins. In spite of the initial shock, the fact that his son wanted it was proof as far as he was concerned that it was, as his wife had insisted, something he desired and to deny him his true nature just wasn’t right. She’d inferred that using the same phrases that they used towards the twins would make Jason feel that much better. So, ‘sweetheart’, ‘baby’, ‘little cutie’ etc would help him know that both parents understood what he was going through and what was required to help. + When Howard initially raised concerns about a teenager wandering around the house in just nappies and plastic panties she’d just smiled and told her hubby to relax. “It’s something he likes to do, says he’s more comfortable and besides... he’s not hurting anyone and his wet nappies are easily accessible... so why create waves where there really aren’t any?” He couldn’t disagree because he did look remarkably unconcerned about the way he dressed and furthermore, there was a bounce (and waddle) to his step, which hadn’t been seen for a long, long time. Diane had insisted that things had never been better between the two of them and pointed out, once hubby was less busy, they’d have more time to spend together because Jason was only too happy to ‘help out’. “Here you go champ,” daddy slipped the large white binkie between his lips now totally convinced this is what his boy wanted. “Fwanq Ooo Dathy,” was the reply around the slippery silicon bulb. “Sleep tight son” and pressed a button on the monitor. With daddy’s final words echoing inside his head, and the nice music from the monitor begin to play Jason felt all cosy and relaxed. In his content and unhindered state he happily and naturally experienced the first warming flow of pee into his thick, thick nappy. It would be the first of many... like every other night for the foreseeable future... as mummy’s magical, reinforcing words of love, praise and the need for her trio of nappy users to stay happy little babies made sure it was a done deal. Well that was mummy’s idea. Except, with daddy’s exciting news... change was in the works. So, any current done deals might well be undone. + end +

...and I should add that I don't drink coffee, which probably helps.

Not quite like that. Last Thursday as I was shaving, I messed my underwear. It was glorious.