Les Lea

In effective terms, there is no great difference between Factor30 and 50 (according to what I read on the net) but you're correct, Claire would only want the best for her brood so regard me suitable disciplined. Wonder what Claire will make me wear? She did debate letting him out of wearing a nappy but the fact that he did mess his trunks and didn't know he had made it certain that he'd be returned to his padding for any future outing. Glad you're still enjoying the story.☺️ Robbie is having loads of new feelings that he's not sure what they mean but his nappy is helping (not helping) contain some of those feelings... and that's producing other feelings. 😉 In truth, Claire had hoped that by wearing a nappy Robbie wouldn't grow up too quickly, after all, the reason he's wearing one in the first place is to show him he's still only a child. However, she can't stop him developing in certain aspects no matter what she does. The thing is, how long will Robbie put up with it? 🤔 Claire agrees that his accident was her fault by allowing him out of wearing a nappy... she wont make that mistake again.😬

Part 9 After the morning clean-up Claire put Robbie back into another disposable but not quite as bulky and told him to pull on his neoprene shorts to see how it looked. The soft rubbery material covered the layers of fabric surprisingly well without being that obvious. Of course Robbie was hoping to do without any extra padding as he was expecting a day in the pool and on the beach. However, because of his accident the day before he didn’t raise any complaints and simply accepted what she was doing for him. Whether it was the positive dream of ‘public acceptance’ or was simply done fighting for any right to use the toilet, he stayed quiet as they toddled down to the breakfast buffet. Rather than return to their room mum had brought her famous bag and looked ready for a day at the beach. Thomas, wearing a fine pair of swim shorts and open shirt, looked like a man ready (and able) to swim across the Atlantic. Robbie didn’t feel his rubber swimwear looked too out of place as they searched for an empty and clean table. Despite having certain facilities in their room – electric kettle, toaster, fridge and microwave - thanks to their wristbands they had access to the buffet every morning. Having secured a table looking out onto the busy garden area, they ordered coffee for two, whilst Robbie went off to investigate the array of colourful juices arranged by an ice stand. It all looked very refreshing. There was a selection of different cold meats, pastries, buns, fruit and yoghurts. Luckily, a fresh batch of scrambled egg had just been delivered although some bacon and few other cooked bits and pieces were left looking a bit forlorn and not very appetising. So, they loaded up their plates with the egg and went off in search of bread and the toaster. Thirty minutes later they were full and heading down onto the beach for the first time during the day. The coastline was beautiful with brilliant soft yellow sand and arched rock formations but very busy near the hotel. Just a short walk further along towards town it was less crowded so that’s where they went to set up their place for the day. Thankfully for Claire not all the sunbeds with umbrellas were taken and she and Thomas snagged a couple, whilst they spread out a huge towel for Robbie who’d said he wasn’t bothered about having a lounger as he wanted to explore. “We’re going to be sensible in the sun... we don’t want to spoil the rest of our hols by getting sunstroke... so, both of you,” mum was brandishing a squeezy bottle of Factor30 lotion in their direction, “let’s get you well-covered with regular top ups”. She saw how eager Robbie was to get off and check what was going on along the shoreline. Already, games involving bat and ball, footballs, frisbees and the like were being played by groups or couples before it got too hot to play. Kids, already coated as he was being, were wrapped up but building sandcastles or gently experimenting with how cold the sea was by dipping a toe in and running away screaming with joy. Finally mum had finished rubbing in Factor30 and told him to wear his t-shirt to be on the safe side. His neoprene shorts, with built in protection, felt quite heavy but he was used to that now so despite that was keen to start his exploration. “Don’t disappear completely and make a note of where we are,” she looked around and saw a lifeguard tower, “we’re in a direct line with that should the crowds get busy so you’ll know where we are.” “Okay, yes I’d already noticed that” he shrugged wondering if his mum thought he was completely stupid. “I know, I know,” she smiled, “just making sure and we’ll be here all day and I have provisions” she said tapping her large bag, “so, if you get thirsty or hungry you know where to come.” “Yes mum,” Robbie just wanted to be off and was getting frustrated at being told the obvious. “If you need a fresh disposable,” she whispered, “I have one here so...” “Mum, I know... now can you please...” and he pulled away and started off down the beach. “And wear your cap.” Was the last thing she was able to shout as he barrelled down to the sea and began his walk free from his parent’s clutches. As they saw their son disappear into the half-naked throng of beach lovers Claire took the opportunity to float the idea to her hubby of home-schooling him. ~ There were plenty of people in the sea swimming around, enjoying fun on inflatables and in kayaks. There were pedalos and powerful water-skis, which Robbie was desperate to try and hoped to convince his dad to let him have a go. The entire ocean seemed full of action, noise and fun. He was desperate to take his t-shirt off but knew that its length actually covered a good half of his trunks and hiding quite a bit of his extra padding, so thought better of it. For Robbie this was a moment of freedom and, if he wanted these moments to continue, he’d have to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid to jeopardise doing this regularly throughout the holiday. Despite the disposable under his trunks he assumed no one else would be any the wiser. He confidently kicked a wayward ball back to a group of older boys who were taking up a great area of roped off beach as they engaged in a raucous game of five-a-side. They were hooting and hollering, laughing and some of those watching drinking (even at that early hour) but he thought it best not to ask if he could join in. As he sauntered along he was enjoying the gentle waves breaking against his bare feet, whilst taking in the scenery – it was all quite exhilarating and liberating. There was plenty to take in, kids building sandcastles, some more advanced than others. Some scooping out tunnels for the tide to rush into. People looking brown as coffee or red as traffic lights (they should just stop sunning themselves). Whilst other were just casually laying out in the sun enjoying the Portuguese climate. He didn’t know how long he’d been walking; it only seemed a short while but when he looked back realised just how far away from the hotel he was. At the same time he recognised he needed to pee but couldn’t decide whether to try and find a public toilet or simply fill his disposable as usual. Of course, under normal circumstances, he’d just go for a swim and let nature and the ocean deal with it. However, he knew that if he went in the water his nappy would expand and probably be seen as it bloated out his trunks. Whilst he was looking around for a possible alternative he foolishly stood on a broken shell and that brought about its own decision as the painful shock made for an unexpected spurt into his nappy. He hopped about in agony but was quite unable to stop the flow as the thirsty padding soaked up the couple of ex-fruit juices he’d had at breakfast. He flopped down in pain at the water’s edge to check his foot and saw the embedded shell but it hadn’t broken the skin though had left a very red mark. He hadn’t realised it but he’d also let out a scream when he’d stood on it which he only realised when a young guy, perhaps in his late teens, wearing red shorts and a yellow t-shirt with LIFE GUARD written on it was standing at his side asking if he was okay. As Robbie could see the concern on the guy’s face he tried to say that he’d just stood on a shell but that otherwise he was okay. “Ahh English?” The young man said in perfect, if slightly accented, English. He checked the wound and smiled. “Yes, I think you’ll be fine... I thought you might have accidentally stood on a jellyfish.” He confided to who he thought was a little kid. “We sometimes get a few floating in over the nets.” He pointed out to a series of buoys that surrounded a ‘safe swim’ area. “Not often but it does happen anyway, you look... erm...” He noticed that the young lad he was attending wore padding under his trunks which was noticeably bunching out of the waistband at the back and wondered if he was lost or too far away from his parents. Although he didn’t look confused or lost, because of this padding he thought the boy might have some kind of special needs. “Do you know where you’re staying,” he was quite concerned but tried not to alarm the poor lad who looked like he might need a nappy change as he looked around to see if there were any anxious parents searching for a lost son. “We’re at the Atlantico,” Robbie replied innocently not catching on to the lifeguards concern but realising that the warmth around his genitals meant that his bladder was now empty and needed to return to where his parents were. “Ooh you’ve walked quite a way haven’t you... are you okay... to get back... with your sore foot?” He held out his hand to help the youngster to his feet, which Robbie gratefully took. He took a couple of exploratory steps, “Mmmm should be okay, it’s not that far.” Once he stood up his t-shirt fell back around his hips and hid most of his bloated trunks. However, the lifeguard didn’t know what to do for the best – not sure he should let a possible boy with difficulties negotiate his own way back or take him there himself. The beach was very busy and it would mean there would be only one other lifeguard on duty if he did but his conscience wouldn’t let him abandon this young boy. “Look, why don’t I take you back.” And pointed to the Lifeguard station where a quadbike stood awaiting use. “Let me speak to my colleague and then we should be set.” Robbie waddled from both a sore foot and the expanded disposable but was grateful for the offer as he had no idea how long he’d been walking. His mum expected him back for a refresh of Factor30 after a couple of hours but was sure he hadn’t been away that long. After a brief conversation, and a surprised and weary look from the other, slightly older lifeguard, the younger one got on the quadbike and indicated for Robbie to get on behind him and hold on tight. It was quite the experience as the driver weaved his way between all the beach lovers. He was certainly going faster than Robbie could have walked it but there was no real speed to the journey. However, there was space down at the water’s edge that was less busy and the quadbike splashed through the sea as they got up a little speed. Robbie was loving every minute of the journey, arms wrapped around the waist of his rescuer hugging him tightly out of shear excitement. He could feel his expanded nappy rubbing up against the seat of the lifeguard’s shorts with the vibrations from the engine and it felt wonderful. All too soon Robbie realised they were almost at the position he’d left his mum and dad and saw his mum on her feet looking anxiously about. When she noticed the quadbike and her boy on the back she waved frantically so they knew where they were. The bike stopped and Robbie got off and sauntered up to his mum and dad who looked both angry and relieved. “Where have you been... I told you to be back in two hours... it’s been...” Robbie had his ear full as Claire, relieved he was okay but angry he’d been away for over three and half hours, gradually calmed down. In the meantime, Thomas was speaking to the lifeguard who explained about Robbie’s possible cut foot and his worry about a young boy wearing a full nappy out on his own. Strangely, Thomas felt guilty as it appeared to the lifeguard that they weren’t taking care of their young son who had wandered off. It felt weird that Thomas was trying to defend himself but was also trying to tell the man that he was twelve, and quite capable but also dealing with the fact that they made him wear a nappy. He ended up telling the lifeguard they’d be more careful in future and thanked him for his concern and the return of their boy. Satisfied, the lifeguard gunned up the quadbike and, with a wave to Robbie, set off back to his part of the beach. Robbie missed the wave because his mum was berating him but when he heard the quadbike moving and saw the back of the lifeguard and empty seat where only recently he’d sat huddled up, he felt a loss and wasn’t sure why. ~ With Robbie suitably chastened by mum and he’d sighed in submission she suggested he was changed. “Please mum not in public,” he begged. “No of course not love, follow me.” She grabbed her bag and his hand and headed back up towards the seafront esplanade. He didn’t even think about not holding her hand, as things were it seemed like a natural thing to do. “Are we going back to the hotel?” Robbie asked hopefully. “No that’s just a bit too far and for now we want to stay on the beach but I’m reliably informed this restaurant has excellent toilet facilities so, we’re going to use theirs.” She didn’t say who informed her or how she knew but the place was very busy so it was easy to pretend to be just a customer using the facilities as normal. They had to wait for the large, handicapped toilet to come free but once it was she pushed Robbie in and began to immediately take down his neoprene trunks. The toilet was relatively clean and had facilities for the handicapped and baby-change, though Claire didn’t need that she’d do it all with Robbie standing. Meanwhile, back at the sun loungers, dad was just coming to terms with being reprimanded by a teenager and accused of neglect of a minor - the lifeguard had thought Robbie was much younger. It had been some time since Thomas had been lectured in such a way and chuckled to himself at such an appalling but understandable thing happening. Especially if the other person thought his son was of ‘special needs’, which was what the lifeguard inferred. Back in the disabled toilet a very brief discussion took place. “The ride back on the quadbike was pretty cool,” Robbie didn’t mention how he had loved hugging the lifeguard tightly all the way back. He felt safe. “Did he think you were lost?” Mum gently enquired. “No, I stood on a broken shell, it was quite painful and he checked that I was okay... but thought I’d wandered quite some way from the hotel.” “Well that was very nice of him to bring you back and I’ll check your foot in a minute.” As she revealed the expanded disposable Robbie added. “I could have just gone in the sea if I didn’t have this on,” he said tugging at the sopping padding. “Well sweetheart,” her initial anxiety now diminished, “after yesterday’s little mishap we want you to be safe, and, to make sure you are, you’ll always be wearing a nappy when you’re out and about.” Claire had her son’s trunks down and peeling him out of the wet disposable noticed that there was more than just pee as he seemed to have got over-excited about something. Anyway, she wasn’t going to say anything, he was after all a growing boy so who knew what had got him ‘excited’? However, she was very quick and had him wrapped into a fresh nappy, complete with cream and powder, in seconds. Once again she marvelled at just how wonderful he looked once the disposable was taped on tightly. At the same moment she saw a resigned frown at being told he’d be wearing a nappy at all times so took the opportunity, like she used to do when he was a toddler, of kissing his foot better. That simple trick had the desired effect as it had them both giggling because it was so childish but also tickled. With his swimming trunks pulled up to hide the new padding and the feeling of fresh rather than soaked padding in place, they returned to the loungers for a spot of sunbathing. Though not before mum produced a few ham sandwiches and bottles of juice from her bag. How she did it or when she’d had time was a mystery but as always, mum being mum, she was well prepared. When the disposable was fresh and hadn’t expanded it wasn’t very noticeable, although Robbie’s crotch and bottom sported a very smooth and rounded appearance but thought no more about it as he sprawled on a towel spread out on the sand next to mum’s lounger. Claire rubbed an extra layer of Factor30 into his skin, which seemed to relax him even more so it felt quite pleasant soaking up the early afternoon heat. The family spent the next couple of hours out in the sun but mum was keeping an eye on the time and thought they’d had enough for one day. They retired to their hotel balcony where they could pull the sun awning down for shade and chill with a cool drink. What was even nicer, because they were higher up, there was a slight breeze and although Robbie would have preferred to be in the pool, accepted that, for the time being at least, he needed to keep mum happy and do as advised. Dad and Robbie played a game of cards whilst mum updated her tablet with the photos she wanted to keep and the latest on her son’s ongoing ‘therapy’. ~ The day before the holiday began Claire had published on one of the busy online family help groups a brief synopsis of what was going on with Robbie. She asked readers to offer up opinions and any other information they thought might be of use. She was quite candid about everything but mentioned his -antisocial behaviour thanks to a new group of ‘friends’, leading to his worsening attitude at home - and just what a nice, pleasant and thoughtful boy he used to be. She explained her decision to return him to wearing a nappy as a reminder he was still only a child and that they were in charge. This was the first opportunity she’d had to read what others thought. She was overwhelmed by this initial response. At first she thought she may have made a huge mistake. The first four comments all criticised her for psychologically damaging her son - the nappies being a terrible resource with which to use against him and several other attacks on her ‘so called’ parenting skills. However, these comments themselves then came under attack from those who thought a parent should do whatever was deemed necessary to keep their offspring on “a legal and fruitful road to social interaction”. In the end she reckoned that there was a 20/80 split in her favour in contributor’s opinions. What was consoling was that some of those who did comment had professed that they only wished they had taken such a brave stand to keep their kids manageable and wished her luck in her obvious loving endeavours. Of course she had been hoping for 100% support of her and Thomas’s actions but had been greatly encouraged by Robbie himself. Without the negative influence of his school buddies and the determination to get him to wear his nappies constantly, all she saw was improvement. Robbie may not have liked it but it appeared to be working. He may have argued in the early stages but now accepted it was going to happen and had no say in that decision. Although, in such a relative short space of time, she was keen to trumpet the positives of Robbie’s much better conduct, she was less keen to explain how her own psychological approach had changed. This was partly down to the fact that she just wasn’t sure herself which part was more important – him wearing a nappy or getting him back into the family fold. At times, these intentions crossed nicely and both could be achieved but not always. There were undoubted doubts in her head, which were, now others had started to make judgements, proving tricky to rationalise. One parent wrote how much she admired the lengths Claire and her husband were going to in order to protect their son from outside evils and wished them well. However, her insistence that firm and regular spanking, coupled with the wearing of nappies would, she enthused, “Get the point over quicker and more effectively”. Spanking had never been in their equation of punishments even if Robbie was sure that it was. Another correspondent was impassioned in her belief that all boys should have regular beatings and kept in nappies until they were eighteen or left home. It was the way she’d brought up her three boys and they were perfect husbands who knew their place. It seemed putting an idea out online had created a rallying point for people with extreme views as well as those with a more considered approach. Claire and Thomas hadn’t thought about such extremes but had wondered what they would have done had they not been able to convince Robbie he had to wear a nappy. The fact that he succumbed to their initial demand was welcome but, over time, she’d begun to wonder if it was just too easy. Did Robbie, despite all the denials and arguments, actually like the situation he was now in. Did he feel he deserved such punishment AND if he did, what had he done to make him feel that accountable? Of course, in that initial stage they had put an awful lot of pressure on him to comply with their demands but left exactly what would be any retribution for him to decide. He’d confessed to a few things but they kept pushing and pushing to know more and he just couldn’t own up to anything horrendous, even though, from his own guilty reaction and rumours flying around the neighbourhood about the gang, there were a number. Over the few weeks he’d been in nappies Claire had observed some kind of inner turmoil. On a few occasions she’d seen him almost crying and wondered why – a nappy was hardly something to cry about – she decided that there must be something a lot deeper going on... but what? She wondered if the article might have been premature, or maybe even a mistake, but there were plenty of remarks asking for further developments and hoping for the desired outcome to be positive so something others could learn from. So far she hadn’t shared any of the many photos she’d taken to catalogue Robbie’s ‘journey’ but deliberated whether this would be a good or bad thing. However, comments, the comments on comments and then comments on comments on comments, continued as the summary of her family’s current status seemed to have harvested a great deal of interest. Was she doing the right thing for all concerned? Did she think that she had the answer to sorting out any wayward troubled youngster...? Some of the opinions, reservations, disapproval and completely weird suggestions of those commenting really did make her question her own motives. “You’re crippling the boy psychologically” out of all the replies it was that reference that stuck in her mind. Despite the many more positive remarks she couldn’t shake that one from her mind. Was making Robbie wear a nappy; to teach him he was still only a boy... a bit bizarre. Had this become a vanity project? On the other hand, that uncertainty only lasted until his next change when she saw just how sweet and compliant Robbie had become. There was no doubt in her mind that with his small, slim figure, a nappy and plastic pants gave him a completely different naïve quality and that was what she really wanted... wasn’t it? ~ It wouldn’t be long before Robbie became a fully-fledged teenager. His thirteenth birthday was fast approaching and Claire wondered if his attitude, although enduring everything at the moment, might change if he saw himself as more grown up. As it stood he was accepting of his more juvenile status (though perhaps not quite aware that’s what it was) and appeared not to be overly concerned with not only having to wear nappies but also shorts that emphasised his size and stature. From the beginning of all this, his forced protection had never looked out of place on his boyish body. Even now, as he stood on the balcony overlooking the pool and chatting excitedly to dad, the fact he was only wearing a nappy and plastic pants, didn’t seem to worry him. Meanwhile, his mum thought he’d never looked better... all glossy and animated like a little padded Super Hero. It was easy to think of him as being a lot younger, helped of course by his new clothing. The thing was, once Thomas had got Robbie to wear a nappy, and whether Robbie thought it or not, his defiance rapidly disappeared. Of course he argued but it became less intense very quickly. Almost instantly he became a little less cocksure, a little more attentive and quite a lot less obnoxious to not only his parents but to neighbours, friends and family. It had been amazing how many people noticed and commented on their son’s surprising change (for the better). What they didn’t know was that it was all driven by the fact he was wearing a nappy – that had focused his mind and made him think about his insolence. Well, that was Claire’s interpretation of events. However, at the time, she didn’t know about the big guilty secret that Robbie carried. So, like when he was made to take a dump in his padding, it was a weight he’d rather not have to carry but there was no alternative. “You’re crippling the boy psychologically” she couldn’t shake that statement. As she pondered on it a whole array of memories came flooding back from when he was a baby. The fact that he wasn’t an easy birth and the doctors had said she was unlikely to conceive again. She regarded Robbie as a precious gift to be cherished. She’d adored everything about being a mother; the nappies, the feeds, the sweet purity of a little baby that relied on you for everything. Those first steps, the sweet little clothes, the potty training that took a while but when he succeeded, the lovely cute little underpants he chose to wear as he ran around the house. She remembered nothing but tenderness and happiness until so recently when he seemed to just turn. To begin with it was just a look of ‘daring’ she saw in his eyes but, as time went on, she could see the worry, anger and fear, although it was never spoken of, his few ‘unacknowledged’ damp nights and soggy undies, all added to her apprehension. Claire was emotionally filling up as all these memories came flooding into her head, so how could anyone accuse her of crippling her boy psychologically she had done nothing but love him and wanted him to love her and his father like he used to do... was that so awful? She knew those who condemned her were wrong but it hurt that they thought she was cruel and didn’t understand her boy’s development. She did understand it but thought an alternative course was wrong and destructive. She didn’t want to let him slide into being antisocial or even criminal. In her opinion doing nothing would have shown a lack of care and totally the wrong thing to do. Still, that criticism stung. ~ tbc ~

I don't agree that you're either one or the other... I'm neither predator or prey and I don't think Robbie is either. He's a boy who has changed because of the people he mixed with who has a mother who dislikes these changes. Nothing predator or prey about that... she simply wants her nice boy back and has gone about that in her own special way. No, I think the problem is, mum has never stopped loving her son and it was Robbie who pulled away and developed an attitude. Mum has put up with it for long enough and found an opportunity to start to do something about it - nappies - just so he knows he's still a little kid but is loved. The thing is, does Robbie, with the burden he is carrying, opt to be a 'good boy' like mum wants, or will he turn up the attitude so that mum fails in her quest? Robbie and mum are in for quite a holiday... just as well Portugal is a such a nice place to have this battle. Hugs and thanks to you all ☺️

Part 8 After finishing a bottle of surprisingly good, cheap, chilled Vinho Verde on the balcony, chatting and giggling at the silliness’s that only two people who know each other well can understand, Claire and Thomas eventually made their way back to the bedroom and were enjoying a more intimate, but grown up, pastime. The sound of sobbing greeted them after their second round of lovemaking. At first Thomas wasn’t too sure what the noise was or where it was coming from but, ever alert Claire picked up on a sound she’d recognised before. Robbie was having a dream, possibly a bad dream, so, extricated herself from her naked hubby, pulled on a large t-shirt and quickly made her way to the darkened room where the sound was more intense. She knelt down beside the pull-out bed and saw that a sweating Robbie was mewling like a wounded animal caught in a trap. She quietened him by gently stroking his hair so he knew that he was in friendly hands and might slowly emerge from whatever terrible dream had taken hold. There had been odd occasions over the recent past, and before he was put back into nappies, when she’d heard this sound before. She’d always comforted him but once awake he’d shove her away in annoyance and tell her he was too old to be babied. She wondered if that would happen this time but, as he slowly gained some semblance of consciousness, he threw his arms around her and hugged her “Muuummm” he uttered with relief. “Oh sweetheart, you seemed to be having a bad dream... are you okay?” His dad turned on the light and saw just how distressed his son was. Tears had streamed down his face and he looked red-eyed and terrified. He checked his watch, it was 2:35am, and wondered what could have upset him so much. “I’ll get you some water,” dad went and grabbed a bottle from the fridge then passed it to him. Shaking he took it and gratefully took a deep and long swig; partly to get his thoughts in order and prepare himself for the inevitable question. “Do you want to tell us about it sweetie?” his mum whispered. He was trying to think quickly because these days any answer was better than no answer but knowing he couldn’t tell her exactly what his nightmare was about he settled for something trivial-ish but believable. “I was swimming in the ocean and got dragged out far from land and I was going under the waves... and there was no one around... and I was scared... and, well, erm, I was just sinking and water was...” he gulped breathlessly as he tried to make it plausible. He looked a little panicked again so she shushed him and hugged him reassuringly. “There, there sweetheart you’re back on dry land now,” she hoped to lighten his fearful tale a little, “so mum and dad are here to protect you now... okay? So there’s nothing to be scared of we’re just in the other room.” She had a thought “Do you want to come and sleep with us for the rest of the night, hmm?” Robbie was relieved his story held water; he smiled at this thought because there was no way could he tell them the real reason. On several occasions since it had happened on that fateful and scary day, when he and the gang had, well, it was mainly him, had... God, he hated thinking about it but when asleep the horror seemed so much more intense and often made him cry out. He knew this had happened and his mother had witnessed his distress but it had happened many other times which she didn’t know about. He hoped no one ever got to know. “No mum, dad, thanks for the offer but I’ll be alright, I know where you are if I need you but I think I should try getting back to sleep.” “If you’re sure baby... we don’t mind?” “No, you two get back, I’ll be fine now... thanks,” he said in acknowledgment, holding up the almost empty bottle of water to his dad. Wearing a pair of hastily pulled on boxer shorts though nothing else dad nodded, “Okay son, sleep tight”. He looked a bit sweaty so perhaps it was as hot in their bedroom as it was here. Once Claire was sure Robbie was settled they returned to their room but not before she changed the temperature on the air conditioner to make the rooms a little cooler and drew back the heavy curtain and let in a bit of the ambient lighting the pool reflected up into every hotel room. Robbie settled down and although his flimsy sheet was damp he simply lay on his back and thought about what had happened. The nightmare, THAT NIGHTMARE, had really shaken him. There had been no lead up to it as he hadn’t really thought about it since arriving at the hotel, but like in all things, his mum, and to a certain extent dad, had swept in and comforted his distress. There was no doubt about it - his parent’s concern and affection was total and felt guilty about the things he’d put them through - especially the last few months and what led to having such a sweltering (and pee) inducing dream. He shoved his hand down into his nappy and was glad mum hadn’t checked because he was soaked. He remembered that the same thing happened when he did the deed, at the time he only hoped that none of the gang looking on noticed, or if they did then they had wet themselves too. With a deep sigh he turned on his side hoping to find a more peaceful place in his mind. His hand smoothed the slippery surface of his plastic pants. Immediately soothing, thankfully, with this ease in his anxiety, it soon led into a peaceful and unperturbed slumber. ~ As Robbie drifted off his mum and dad were whispering to each other about what had just occurred. “Poor guy,” dad sounded truly sorry for him “I hope being near the sea doesn’t make him have nightmares every night.” Claire was more ‘on the ball’ “Oh love, that was just an excuse. He’s hiding something from us.” “Well, yes I’m sure he is but... how can you tell?” He looked at his wife in the darkness but couldn’t detect her slightly furrowed brow. “I’ve heard that cry of pain before and know him well enough to distinguish when he’s lying... that’s the main reason we put him back into nappies.” Thomas shrugged but had to agree that Robbie’s irresponsible behaviour had been one of the motives why Claire had suggested such punishment. “It’s something big but he’s scared of telling us, which only makes me more determined to keep him in nappies until he does. Whatever it is, we need to understand it so we know how to deal with it.” “But he’s had many chances to tell us... anything he wants...” “Yes... but love, this is something very deep and I’m not sure he actually knows HOW to tell us.” “Good grief Claire, you think it’s something that bad?” He sounded a bit alarmed. “Yes, but it’s up to him to come clean, or he gets to stay in nappies until he leaves home.” She sounded very determined. “Hmmm, we’ll have to wait and see I’m sure he doesn’t want to spend any more time wearing...” Thomas wasn’t sure if his wife had some kind of psychic ability that he lacked. “No love, I’m sure he doesn’t,” she interrupted, “but he will until we know everything.” There was a moment’s silence and as the lovemaking opportunity had passed they both turned over and tried to get some sleep. Meanwhile, in the other room, in pleasantly cool surroundings, their son had already slipped into the untroubled sleep of the innocent. ~ Robbie was first to rise. It was just after 7am and although his nighttime padding was heavy and messy, as usual, the thick plastic pants firmly held it all together. Knowing that he wouldn’t be changed until either mum or dad were up and about, he slowly waddled out onto the balcony and was rewarded by watching the sun rise. A few high clouds had caught some colour, which created quite an impressive start to the day. As the morning was fresh but still pleasantly warm he slipped off his pink t-shirt and let those beginning rays warm his chest. He didn’t mind just standing there in a full and bulbous nappy as no one else could see him. He looked down to the pool and watched as one of the staff, dressed in the official hotel uniform of blue polo shirt (with Atlantico logo) and white knee length shorts cleaned and checked all was well for when it officially opened in an hours’ time. He was surprised to see that over on the beach there were already people and a group of ladies were doing exercises - possibly yoga Robbie thought. He was used to tiptoeing around in his nappy and ran his hands over the hefty weight, the plastic was stretched considerably but still functioning well. He waddled over to the fridge and got himself one of the many juices mum had appropriated the day before to stock up. It was cool and refreshing so went back out onto the balcony to watch as the area got busier and sat waiting for either mum or dad to appear. The occasional sound of voices, in different languages, drifted up, as did the hum of the pool-boy’s machine that was helping filter out any debris that had found its way onto the pool’s tiled base. After about half an hour, and with the empty bottle of orange juice on the table in front of him, Robbie felt the need to empty his bladder once again. He wasn’t sure if his padding would be able to take another dousing but, as he had little option, and it didn’t look like his parents were coming, he let out a stream much to his relief. He shrugged as the warmth of his pee joined those initial morning rays adding to the early heat of the day. Just when he’d finished filling his nappy, and worrying if it could cope, mum appeared on the balcony and gave him a ‘good morning’ hug. He didn’t have to say anything as she patted the slippery bulk but told him he’d have to wait a while as dad was taking a shower first. “Okay,” he nodded and then found something else to talk about. “It was a lovely sunrise...” and they chatted about that and all the other early risers he’d watched. Mum wanted to talk about his nightmare but that was the last thing Robbie wanted and stuck to his ‘scared at sea’ scenario. Claire made all the correct sympathetic noises and stroked her son’s matted hair “Well let’s hope that’s out of your system now and you’ll feel happier about paddling when the time comes,” she joked. “Are we planning on the beach this morning then?” “I’m not sure,” mum replied, “I think dad plans on hiring a car so we can see some sights and also,” she rubbed his red shoulders, “we need to be a bit careful about too much sun too soon, we forget just how strong it gets here.” Robbie was disappointed as he hoped he’d meet up with Karl and his other friends but decided on not saying anything and just enjoy what they’d planned, after all, they were going to be there for two weeks and the holiday was only a day old. ~ Once the bathroom was free Claire followed Robbie in and attended to his clean up. The disposable was quite full so she emptied as much as she could down the toilet before wrapping it up and throwing it in the bin where it landed with a muted thud! She didn’t like leaving a smelly nappy for the poor maid service to have to deal with so decided that the disposable would, like his fabric nappies, have a nappy liner for easier discarding and a less odious reminder. She thought about releasing him from having to use his nappy for Number 2s for the remainder of the holiday but made the decision that his nappy was there for a reason and to change things would be a mistake – look what happened in his swimming trunks. Whilst all that was going on in the bathroom Thomas had nipped down to reception to book a car rental for the day. He got maps and various suggestions as to where might be best to visit and was also told about the Toll roads. However, from their coastal position going inland was quite picturesque with lakes and rivers, and if they wanted, could drive to the capital, which he was assured was well worth a look around. When he arrived back clutching all the info, Claire had Robbie all oiled and powdered and wearing a well-packed disposable, which, according to her, should last for quite some time. The clear plastic pants really looked like glass whilst he was bent over slipping into the blue shorts he wore the day before. A nice large white t-shirt and baseball cap completed his outfit and although the nappy made him waddle slightly he didn’t think it looked too bad at all. Later, once mum had got herself all dolled up (and had her large, well-prepared bag in hand) they made it down to the breakfast buffet and filled up. Once that was done, dad collected the car from reception, signed a few papers and they set off into the countryside in a rather nice Toyota with mum acting as navigator, which of course, she was very good at. ~ Despite his reservations, because Robbie really wanted to be in the pool with his new buddies, the trip was not as boring as he thought it would be. They got to see some very pretty little villages, charming churches and some spectacular sights (mum went mad photographing the family in various picturesque settings). A cloudless sky made them glad that they kept themselves covered and out of the direct sun. After a few hours mum noticed that Robbie’s little waddle had become more evident as he negotiated a well-expanded and uncomfortable disposable. He’d tried to avoid it, worrying that others might see but Claire was having none of it, she wasn’t going to let him stew in that state in such weather. “C’mon love, looks like that can’t wait.” She smiled pointing to his enlarged nappy area. “Are you sure we won’t be seen?” He whispered nervously. “Don’t worry love, we’re off the beaten track... it’s quite private.” “If you’re sure.” “Okay sweetheart... let’s get these off... and then you’ll feel better,” she smiled cheekily at him. “The first time out in the open... well on foreign soil at least.” She chuckled at the thought. Little did he know that a group of three boys, aged six, ten and fourteen, witnessed the entire process. Like the Davison family, the Kowalczyk family had taken the opportunity to visit the church in the small village that overlooked the nearby lake. It was an area where tourists, hikers and locals used to explore the lush green landscape, with many tracks and hidden places, whilst the trees offered shady spots and picnic areas out of the heat of the day. Henryk, the eldest, Tomasz, who was ten and the youngest, six-years-old Lukasz had got bored with their parents and decided to explore the area on their own. They’d noticed a wild fox and followed it which brought them to a little bushy area off the usual trails. They heard a person speaking English and Henryk thought it sounded a bit kochanie (a bit loving) and hoped to catch two lovers perhaps in the act of sex. He wasn’t bothered that his young brothers were with him as this could be fun (and educational). They quietly crept up to see what was going on but couldn’t believe their eyes when they saw a boy, about Tomasz’s age, with a lady changing his pieluszka. The boy was naked below the waist with shorts and something shiny around his ankles. It was a strange spectacle in such idyllic surroundings as they lay hidden yet enthralled with what was going on. Because they were well concealed Claire hadn’t noticed them as she was focused on her wet boy - although they had a clear view. She had her large carry-everything-you’ll-ever-need bag by her side and had already begun to gently wipe Robbie clean. Then, like she’d done on so many occasions, lifted his legs up and pressed them back so she had access to those special areas making sure his hairless genitals, bum and relatively pale skin were particularly unsullied. So, having found a sheltered and shady out-of-the-way spot in the Portuguese countryside she was able to whip off his soaked disposable, wipe clean, re-powder (whilst also applying suntan lotion to those parts on view) and fit a fresh thick blue disposable, which he had to admit, although anxiety inducing to begin with, felt quite liberating to be performed out in the warm country air. Also, a fresh nappy was always better than one that was sodden so he was really quite grateful for his mother’s insistence. Although uneasy to begin with, the relief of having his soaked nappy removed, the cooling wipes on such a hot day and the flutter of talc as it settled on his skin were all quite enjoyable sensations. Those, together with his mum’s encouraging words (as always), made him lose his inhibitions, for a few moments anyway. The boys watched, delighting in this embarrassing spectacle, as a lad his age had powder rubbed in whilst his mother uttered soothing words to ease his anxiety (which appeared to work as he looked happy and enjoying the process). They almost gave themselves away when they giggled to each other as she flapped out a piece of material that was clearly meant for a lad who wet himself. A couple of extra soaker pads were added to the fabric as they watched and the lady securely taped it all together making for quite a bulky and undeniably babyish piece of underwear. She got him to stand up and the boys fell into hysterics at the large and wholesome bulge the boy now had around his privates. They continued to spy as the woman then tugged up his clingy and shiny plastic pants from around his ankles, smoothing them out, whilst checking he was well contained before pulling up a pair of blue shorts. The boy seemed happy with the result and thanked his mum with a hug. Claire heard some distant noise but thought little of it because now her son was covered and well protected... the job done... it wouldn’t matter who passed by. ~ It was only when they returned to the car park and Robbie was pointed at by Lukasz (who’d been out of pieluszki himself for nearly eighteen months) and the shout of “Ten chłopiec nosi pieluchę...” followed by snickers from three boys, that Claire realised what might have happened. She noticed that the car had Polish registration so could only guess what was being said. Still, it was done, Robbie was now ‘fresh-as-a-daisy’ and the chances were they wouldn’t see any of those kids ever again. However, Robbie thought they were having a go and looked apprehensive. “Mum, what did they say?” “Hmm, not sure but it sounded like, erm, they spotted us in the church,” she hoped this white lie would allay his worries. “Perhaps they were having a game of I-spy or some such thing?” This was only the start of the holiday and already it had a real impact on Robbie’s emotions. There were moments when he didn’t mind wearing a nappy (though had no choice). There were moments when he was thankful for a change and the painstaking care his parents took to make sure he was clean and comfy. There were times when he felt like a little kid, mostly when mum insisted he hold her hand, and despite the reflex to react badly, oddly he quite liked. Sometimes, in his excitement, he’d pee into his padding, and, as had so recently happened, he’d proved that he now not only needed but relied on a nappy to be safe and secure. With this in mind, Robbie surreptitiously ran his hands over his shorts and patted down his padding and hoped no one knew. Although it had been quite nice getting changed in the open air, and certainly his nappy had been very wet so needed it, he hoped that mum had been true in her assurances that there had been no witnesses to the event. Robbie didn’t know it but that al fresco nappy change had provided a huge amount of amusement to three boys from Poland who would spend the next few hours in the back of a car joking about it and wondering what they’d see as they drove to their next scenic view. ~ Robbie didn’t know it at the time but from the moment his dad put him back in nappies he was ‘broken’. He may have had ideas that as an independent twelve-year-old he was in charge of his destiny (or whatever a lad his age thought in terms of) he wasn’t. The instant he was put back into wearing a nappy his life was about to be reassembled. Of course it was aided by the simple fact that Robbie had a conscience, something the rest of the little gang lacked. So all the terrible things he did with them were a weight he carried around, even if, on a day-to-day basis he was unaware of it. After ‘the event’, that all but tipped him over the edge, he knew he'd have to pay a price. He thought it would probably be in the courts; he had no idea that even without knowing about THAT particular circumstance, his parents had decided that something needed to be done and were already committed to taking the job on. It’s strange how two independent ideas can accidently, or as if by fate, come together and form something completely different yet meaningful. They said they knew what he’d done, and that revelation had been a shock, but he wasn’t sure just what they knew so danced around the issue. However, he was bright enough to know that if they actually knew about THAT event then everything would come to an end... but he didn’t know what exactly it was that they did know. The thing was, THAT act of stupidity was quite a while ago now, and although the guilt was ever present, he was beginning to feel that because of the interval, it was possibly past the point where he would be held to account. Nevertheless, the nappy was such a big thing, not physically, but mentally and one that he reacted to, it was such a juvenile thing to suggest and stood no chance of him actually agreeing to it. However, it wasn't a suggestion, so once wearing such infantile padding, and as odd as it may seem, things started to improve. Of course he hated the very idea but his parents were determined and so definite it was what needed to be done. They saw he required them to step up so, they would take no excuses, they would tolerate no nonsense, they wanted him to open up and confess all his ‘sins’... but he still couldn’t, not everything... and certainly not THAT. However, because of his parent’s intervention and assumed knowledge there was much confusion and shame going on in Robbie’s head, not helped by the feeling that if he didn’t comply he’d face the strap, something that was never threatened. He needed a reason to submit and his brain, whether knowing it or not, decided that, and his guilty conscience, were to be the necessary motivators. Mum had been extremely forceful in exactly how he needed to be rebuilt and that was by starting from scratch, let him know he was still only a child in her eyes and therefore relied on her and dad for everything. She was surprised at how easily it had been to get him into nappies but once he was... that was it. Pissing and shitting in his nappy was ridiculous and yet she’d unswervingly insisted he did so. She was driving the change, the re-build, but always with lashings of love and encouragement. He was finding it hard to deny just how nice it felt to be back being a part of a family and being loved. Mum and dad know best, he could feel it, perhaps strangely, even from the very start his nappy had become a symbol of his place in the family group. Although he resented its bulk he had no option but to wear one and it was surprisingly always quite comfortable. As time has gone on, and the strict boundaries his parents imposed, made his life so much less stressful. Even though the very idea of a lad his age wearing a nappy was stressful, it was less so. The fact that he’d just had his soggy nappy changed out in the open was proof of just how accepting he’d become of the situation. “Thanks mum” had not been something he ever thought he’d say following such an event... and yet he had done and probably more often than he remembered. ~ Thomas drove around for another couple of hours, deciding not to go as far as Lisbon but stopping off at various points for mum to add to her photo collection and to admire the many and varied stunning views. Several of the shots featured glimpses of Robbie’s sleek underwear that he was unaware was often on show. Mum didn’t want to make him feel inhibited or awkward about such a thing so didn’t mention it, she simply appreciated his sweet juvenile appearance. As had been the case on several occasions, if people saw Robbie’s shiny padding, time and again the adults especially just smiled and nodded in acknowledgement, as if they were all on the same wavelength, or maybe, that was just how Claire interpreted such encounters. Still, in her mind at least when Robbie was like this; happy, fun and compliant and not worrying about anything, she remembered that’s how he used to be when a toddler. He was a gorgeous, loving, uncomplicated kid and she could see those sweet harmless mannerisms returning each day. Besides, to see her boy’s padded bottom had to be one of the nicest views around. That’s why she’d taken as many shots of that as she had of the impressive Portuguese scenery. Just after 7pm they arrived back at the hotel. Dad returned the car whilst mum and Robbie headed back up to the room. They planned on having a quick meal in the hotel before heading down to the harbour for the festivities and fireworks planned during the Festa (Fiesta). The receptionist had told them if they hadn’t booked a table early on then finding something in the town would be quite difficult. She’d also told them that the best view of the fireworks was from the hotel’s Rooftop bar but it was far more fun to be down on the beach and harbour itself to get involved during the celebrations. Back in their room Claire had taken her son’s very wet nappy off and whilst doing so had made some very positive comments about how good he was for using it and not causing a fuss. She also reminded him that he should let her know when he wet so as he wasn’t left too long between changes. She checked that he wasn’t suffering from any kind of rash and was pleased to see that everything was as it should be. All the time she was being positive and encouraging, saying how much she loved him and that both she and dad were so proud of the way he was handling things. It was almost as if his guilty secret no longer mattered as long as he wore a nappy, which in truth was exactly how Claire was beginning to think. Loads of cream and powder followed the clean-up and his fresh disposable had a nappy liner over the extra soaker pad. When she pulled it all together Robbie thanked her and smiled. It appeared to Claire that he was now enjoying such attention, and she was content to keep it going. His new plastic pants were a very glossy white with thick waist and leg bands to keep everything secure. As always he looked so adorable and when he smiled, well, Claire’s heart all but melted – the look really suited him. By the time dad arrived back, complete with a bag of stuff to restock the fridge, a soggy Robbie had been cleaned up, re-nappied for the evening and dressed in khaki elasticated shorts and matching shirt – his mum thought he looked like a boy scout who had yet to win any badges. He was standing out on the balcony, again watching all the comings and goings down by the pool, which seemed very busy. He was hoping to see Karl and his family but although there was plenty of noise and people down there, he couldn’t identify them in the crowd. “Looking smart son.” Thomas offered as he joined his son for a brief glance at what was holding his interest. Robbie beamed under the praise as dad patted his shoulder and they both stood peering over the glass balustrade. The place was lit up with coloured lights, whilst the trees seemed festooned with white fairy-lights, it all looked quite magical. Off to one side the hotel seemed to be shimmering as the moving water in various pools reflected up and against the walls giving a rippling effect. The sun had gone down and some of the brighter stars out over the ocean were appearing and reflecting in the particularly placid water. Anticipating being out and about for some time enjoying what the festivities had to offer, Thomas could see that Claire had fitted Robbie into padding she intended would last the night. His khaki shorts hardly able to contain the bulk but still Robbie looked comfortable as he moved around the balcony being lively and funny as he chatted about what was going on down below. “Well, I’d better go and see what your mum has determined I should wear tonight...” Thomas jokingly confided, “You think you’re the only one who has it already sorted.” He said giving his son a friendly - we’re in this together - smirk. For the first time Robbie didn’t have the retort “At least you won’t have to wear a nappy” because he didn’t even think it. His mum had thoroughly cleaned him up and sorted out the nappy without any argument or fuss from him. He hadn’t tried to talk his way out of it or try to get some kind of concession. It seemed that by osmosis - the process of gradual or unconscious assimilation – he’d accepted this was how it was. There was no point in making waves, this is what had been decided and he could cope with wearing nappies, if he could forget that was the case. Although that was hard to begin with, daily, it was getting easier. From Robbie’s perspective, and he wondered if it was all down to the ‘holiday spirit’ there was something really nice about being a family again. He’d been aware that it was his attitude and actions that had caused the rift over the past year, but here, in a foreign land, if he didn’t rock-the-boat, or return to his more objectionable behaviour, this holiday could be fun because so far it had already been great... well... except for messing his swimming trunks. ~ Later, having enjoyed their first noisy and busy buffet style meal in the Atlantico restaurant, they wondered along the front. The night was fairly close; no breeze and heat of the day had hardly dispersed but the crowds were as active and raucous as they strolled along. The beach was once again alive with groups playing volleyball, throwing frisbees, kicking balls or simply sauntering down by the water’s edge. In the distance music and the thud of drums could be heard signifying that there was live acts performing somewhere. Little canvas cabins had been set up selling all manner of trinkets and souvenirs, some offering bookings for trips out to meet whales or sight-seeing along the coast. Jugglers and clowns would suddenly appear, even a fire-eater had a huge crowd watching as he let flames dance up his glistening, young all-but naked body. In a little but packed square, kids were entranced as a teenage girl was making huge bubbles and letting them chase and burst them. Everywhere you turned there was something going on and they’d hardly got anywhere near the harbour yet. With such huge crowds progress was slow, although that could have been down to the fact that there was just too much to see and enjoy. Unsurprisingly, the drinks Robbie had in the restaurant had gone straight through him and was happy that his extra padding dealt with the flow. As the night progressed he became quite grateful for his mum’s dedication to his protection because he’d be using it on several occasions. The restaurants and bars along the front were packed with some people hopefully queueing to get a seat. There were plenty of small kiosks selling local tasty food and drink as well as ice cream and beers (though not necessarily together). As they approached the harbour it had been transformed into a huge stadium with lighting rigs, a stage, banks of speakers and a live rock band that was playing one of Robbie’s favourite songs. It was a colourful, noisy and wonderful atmosphere with some people dancing with head or armbands that were illuminated in sparkling flashing lights. Everyone seemed to be having a fantastic time. ~ With the end of a song and applause a slight lull in proceedings was suddenly interrupted by a particularly loud bang. Robbie knew he wasn’t the only one who wet himself at the unexpected sudden boom. However, the sky lit up so it was the prelude to the firework display. Moored offshore were three pontoons where rockets were being launched and the heavens exploded in a blaze of colour, bangs, sparkles and crackles. From the rocky headlands other pyrotechnics spewed out fountains of sparks or colourful arcing fireballs. The crowd erupted in applause as each detonation delivered an even bigger bloom of colour all fantastically reflected in the tranquil sea. Robbie had somehow found himself separated from his parents as he’d rushed forward to get a better view and was surrounded by loads of kids from tots to teens all looking wide-eyed and impressed as each rocket delivered some incredible explosive effect. He found himself, like the rest, emotionally involved in each crackle and bang, jumping up and down and screaming with childlike excitement. With the crowds pushing and converging around him he couldn’t have got to a toilet even if one was near. So, his extra padding was swelling all the time, it was just as well mum had put him in his new robust plastic pants as the weirdly stimulated torrent continued to flow and needed containing. Robbie knew what was happening but couldn’t stop it even if he wanted to. The atmosphere, the exhilaration – it was like when he was a four year old and Christmas Day arrived, with all the anticipation, excitement and then the actuality of all the presents, he wet himself then as well. He ran his hand over his shorts trying not to be obvious as he checked that there were no leaks and found relief in the fact they were dry, even if what was underneath was squishy and full. The terrific display ended with a huge canopy of colourful, sparkling stars that seemed to cover the entire sky. The crackles, fizzes and pops as they cascaded down was a fitting finale to such a visual spectacular but the festivities continued. In the square a new band had taken to the stage and more thudding rock bounced around to the enjoyment of the large crowd. People were still arriving because it was relatively early and, according to the receptionist, the fun wouldn’t stop until midnight. As the crowd of kids dispersed it appeared several of the younger ones were a bit disorientated because they’d ‘lost’ parents. The look of relief as the grown-ups swept in to claim their offspring was unmistakeable as tears turned into happy smiles. For a moment Robbie himself wondered if he was lost but a brief scan of the surroundings saw them watching about twenty yards away. Robbie had never seen his mum and dad drinking beer from bottles and in truth he was looking forward to tasting the can of Coca Cola with which they were enticing him back. “WOW,” he exclaimed, “that was pretty intense wasn’t it.” His parents nodded in agreement as he ripped open the can and thirstily slurped it down. “Go easy love,” his mum gently admonished, “not sure your nappy can take much more.” She whispered as she patted the expanded cushion. “It’s okay mum... I can cope.” “Okay love but I have a spare if you need a change... I’m sure we can find somewhere private, there are plenty of hotels around.” “No need mum, I’ll just cut down on the fluids...er... after this,” he shirked knowingly as he finished the can. ~ They spent the next couple of hours watching the bands, wandering the streets where there seemed to be some form of entertainment on every corner and enjoying the Festa vibe. Kids and families, lovers and friends, tourists and locals all in a melting pot of foodie-smells and noise that made the late evening a wonderful place to be. Mum of course took even more photographs to add to her ever-growing collection. Robbie was only too happy to pose with the resort’s mascot, whatever it was supposed to be... definitely an animal of some kind? By eleven thirty Robbie was beginning to drag. This was the latest he’d stayed up for several weeks and despite the initial adrenalin of the occasion, he needed sleep, and, because he was waddling pretty excessively, Claire knew it was more than time for a nappy change. So, they headed back to the Atlantico. The echoing of the music from the square was still apparent as they slowly made their way back along the seafront promenade, although the crowds had thinned slightly. Robbie could see younger kids than him, still full of life playing on the beach but for him it was time to turn in. It was past midnight by the time the entered their twelfth-floor apartment and Robbie all but collapsed onto his made up bed in the living room. Claire hadn’t noticed before, and it could have happened when he sat down on his bed, but the back of his khaki shorts had a couple of damp half-moon shapes showing that his disposable hadn’t been able to contain everything on this occasion. However, she realised they had been out for quite some time and he’d drunk several cans of coke and bottles of water so perhaps it was unavoidable that, without a change at some point, the inevitable happened. She once again made a mental note to make sure her ‘carry-all bag’ would be with her on every outing... no matter how short or long. “C’mon sweetheart, let’s get you ready properly,” Claire said pulling him to his feet and guiding him to the bathroom which was off their room. She undressed him and once she had him stripped naked and had dealt with the incredibly soaked disposable, sponged him down and dried him off. She rinsed out his shorts in the sink but didn’t say anything to Robbie in case he felt anxious that others might have noticed as they walked back. She guided him to his bed where the padded mat she changed him on had already been prepared by Thomas with everything else that would be needed. As they discussed the night’s events and highlights, Claire fitted her twelve-year-old son back into a thick, thick disposable, with soaker pad and nappy liner and slipped up a pair of pale blue plastic pants. “I don’t think I need anything else tonight thanks, I was pretty sweaty last night so think I can do without wearing a t-shirt.” “Okay love, if you’re sure but I’ll leave one out just in case it gets chilly, although I don’t see that happening.” She smiled and brushed a few imaginary stray hairs from his forehead. “It’s been a fantastic day Robbie, and you’ve been fantastic company... so thank you.” She kissed his cheek and drew back the sheet for him to climb under. “Night love”. Claire pegged out his wet shorts to dry overnight as she and Thomas sat on the balcony chatting about the day and making plans for the next but returned to their room after about thirty minutes. They noticed that Robbie was already out for the count and the sheet had been cast off because of the heat. Once again they looked down at their son and saw just how cute and innocent he looked, his thick nappy bulging out his plastic pants that glowed with an incandescent magic from the light coming in off the brightly lit pool reflecting in the room. ~ What mum and dad didn’t know was that Robbie was deep into another dream but it couldn’t have been more different than the previous nights. Where that was full of his personal horrors, this was, well, it started off not very nice but ended up... okay. He was in the square where the band was playing and surrounded by hundreds of people when his mum decided he needed a change. He protested that it could wait but she insisted that they do it there and then. Reluctantly, he lay out and his mum pulled off his jeans (yes he was wearing jeans) slipped his plastic pants down to his ankles, which revealed a very messy fabric nappy. Of course she had her large nappy bag containing wipes, powder and all the rest, including a large white terry nappy (like the ones he wore at home except larger) which, after a long and conscientious clean-up was pinned tightly into place. All the time the crowd was watching and encouraging not only his mum but him. “You’re a good boy” “Such a sweet lad” “A boy needs his mummy to look after him”. Even though some of these things were shouted and encouraged in other languages he knew what they were saying. In the end, and with a larger than normal nappy pinned in place and his plastic pants eased over it all, the crowd was shouting and applauding in approval. He stood in the middle of the square surrounded by a whooping and cheering mob who all thought he looked great and said how much the nappy suited him. He was overcome by the support he was getting and his mum was all smiles as he waved to what had become an adoring throng. More comments were shouted, pats on the back and on his padded bottom followed as he was hoisted onto the shoulders of some young men who began to parade him through the streets. He was enjoying the attention and the love that seemed to emanate from the mass when he woke up. Disorientated as to where exactly he was he rammed his hand down the front of his padding and was surprised to find himself dry. That, coupled with the feeling of euphoria made him lay awake for a few moments wondering what it could all mean. Was it a warning, except he seemed happy in his dream? Was it acceptance of his situation? Was it a portent of things to come? Was it something he wanted??? It was like a game of ping-pong his thoughts going back and forth. Unfortunately, the reason escaped him when he fell back to sleep and in the morning, as he’d done so often, woke up to a very soggy disposable and a bubbling bowel. He was sure there would be no parade through the streets on this occasion. Mum was going to have her hands full yet again... but thankfully not witnessed by a cheering multitude. ~ tbc ~

We're only about half way through Robbie's holiday and both he and his mum are going to go through a few key points in their relationship. I hope you will still come along for the ride (eek). Hugs 🙂

Hi Everyone Thanks for your comments and I'm pleased that at least some of you are enjoying Robbie's experience on holiday in Portugal. However, although I'm keen to appeal to wide spectrum of readers with my stories, I'm not happy with bringing up unhappy memories for Dirty Boy and any parallels he finds with Robbie's situation. In which case - sorry! The story is finished and it's just a matter of tweaking each chapter before I continue but I hope that most of you will be with Robbie as he becomes more and more comfortable as he settles into the holiday spirit. Forced nappy wearing may not seem the ideal solution to whatever it is that Robbie has done but, as far as mum and dad are concerned, it is working. Hugs to everyone. Les☺️

Part 7 For a moment a sense of panic and dread entered her mind as she scanned the noisy pool. Where was he? Where had he gone? What could have happened to...? Ah, there he was at the far side of the pool jumping out of the water to catch a ball being tossed around by a group of kids. Among all the others, the yellow cuffs on his shorts making him easily identifiable. Phew! It was a shock just how intense the feeling of panic, no matter how brief, had hit her. It was at that moment that the family they had talked to on the bus ride from the airport asked if the empty loungers near them were taken. A smile from Claire soon had mum, dad and their young son, Darren (she seemed to remember) setting up shop next to them. “Mum can I go in the pool?” the youngster asked timidly. “Not just now love, I’ve just doused you in suntan lotion... I should have thought. Have a bit of a sit first and then...” Darren, wearing shiny blue swimming trunks that probably fitted him a couple of years ago but the poor boy spilled out of now stood around wondering what to do next. “Can I go and explore then...?” he shrugged hopefully. “Yes, yes of course, just remember where we are when you want to come back... and don’t go out of the hotel... and be careful...” But Darren was off without another word to see what the Atlantico had to offer. “He’s such a handful at his age.” She looked across at Claire who’d watched this little bit of theatre as they settled themselves, whilst arranging various towels and cushions and passing observations on the chaotic activity around the pool. Eventually the woman settled with a sigh and her hubby took the lead. “I’ll go and get us a drink... erm... sorry, I’ve forgotten your name,” her husband apologised as he finally acknowledged their new neighbour. “Claire and this,” she pointed her thumb towards her recumbent husband, is Thomas... over there, somewhere is Robbie.” She flapped her hand in the direction of the raucous pool. The man reached out his hand to shake Claire’s “John, Amanda and Darren...” he waved his hand to encompass his small family. “Carpenter... Can I get you anything whilst I’m at the bar?” “No thanks we’re fine,” she patted the large bag by her side. “OK then, G&T for you love?” He asked but already knew the answer and was on his way. He was about the same height as Thomas but carrying quite a few extra pounds, Amanda was the same but her extra weight made her look curvy rather than fat and Claire had to admit looked very good in her blue and white one piece swimsuit. “Isn’t this a fantastic hotel...?” and so the conversation started between two mums who would, in next to no time, know all there was to know about each other... except Robbie’s nappies. That info, for the moment at least, was on a need to know basis. Of course, if she’d noticed and asked about it then Claire would happily tell the tale. Later, as the conversation between the two women progressed Claire was most interested to know that Amanda homeschooled her eight-year-old son because the school where they lived was rough and had a terrible reputation. “I couldn’t let a sensitive boy like Darren be part of all that. Besides, what I thought might be a huge problem was anything but... I enjoy teaching him and I’m sure he’s a better person for it.” Amanda added confidently. This was something Claire hadn’t thought about before and it intrigued her, so encouraged her new friend to explain how it all worked. She was surprised to find that it was so easy and that you didn’t have to follow a particular curriculum. Amanda couldn’t speak highly enough of the relief it had given her to make that break from normal schooling. However, she did point out, that she made sure Darren stuck to a strict regime and was not allowed to dress as he pleased doing lessons. She had imposed her own boundaries and rules, which included him wearing a sort of uniform. In other words he wasn’t permitted to lie around in his pyjamas all day. “I’m not too strict with him but I want him to know that when he’s in lessons he’s there to learn. Thankfully, he’s such a good boy he’s been absolutely no trouble whatsoever.” As Amanda rubbed in more Factor30 into her rapidly glowing skin Claire was riveted with what she had to say. “Yes, I just let the school know I’d be doing any schooling from that moment on, went on line and found a couple of other homeschoolers who had kids around Darren’s age and now we have a little group that meet up so he still has access to friends. It’s working incredibly well and I have my little boy at home with me... so that’s wonderful.” It was a ‘light bulb’ moment. Claire thought how ridiculous it was that she hadn’t thought about it herself. In a twinkling she had the answer to what was going to happen once the new school term started. It was like a warm feeling of relief flowed through her (and not because of the Portuguese weather) but the immediate future that she’d worried about now had a solution - she’d have her little nappy-clad boy at home with her, away from the influences of those troublesome schoolmates. Now she had something positive in mind, she could see it working though needed to convince Thomas it was the brilliant remedy to keeping Robbie safe. ~ Amanda was on her third G&T as the shadows started creeping across the pool area and some people were making their way back to their rooms. Darren had returned and his mum had let him go off for a splash around as long as his father joined him, which he reluctantly did. Amanda had got her husband, as well as her son, very well trained. Meanwhile, Thomas, thanks to the early start, had been catching up on sleep after his dip and had dozed happily under the shade of a large umbrella. In the interim, Claire had gleaned as much info as she could and at one point had unintentionally agreed for Robbie to accompany Darren to one of the kid’s discos the lonely lad was desperate to attend. Although focused on what her new friend had to say Claire was keeping a watchful eye on Robbie who also seemed to have made a new friend. The new boy was in her opinion ‘quite gorgeous’ with his blond hair and just developing physique. Although Robbie was trim and athletic in truth he wasn’t quite as muscular, in a growing boy type of way, as the boy he’d teamed up with. At the back of her mind was the fact that she knew, whilst at the hotel, he’d make friends but would keep a very strict eye on just who he ended up with. She had hoped that by keeping him wearing a nappy he’d be more reluctant to stray too far away from her and Thomas. Having said that, she wanted to encourage him to socialise but would be wearing his padding, and although he wasn’t at that moment, he would be once out of his swimming trunks. She was hoping that letting him out of them for swimming she hadn’t made a huge mistake... time would tell. ~ It hadn’t taken Robbie long to realise just how much he’d missed mixing with other lads his age. The noise, the enthusiasm for just chucking a ball around, had them all developing tactics but still laughing as water splashed up and over them. It had been quite some time since he’d had so much fun, he couldn’t say the things he’d done with Mally and the other lads was fun, so this was definitely better. There were kids and adults everywhere and much to his annoyance there was an old tubby man in a pair of baggy red shorts exactly the same as the ones Robbie’d packed. Firstly he thought how awful they looked on him but then realised his mum had, in her own way, saved him from what would have been total embarrassment had they clashed at the poolside. The entire pool was a cacophony of excited, colourful people of all shapes and sizes. Some with inflatables, some looking red and very sunburnt, whilst others simply gently swam from one end to the other at their own pace. Other aquatic diversions were happening everywhere and it was easy to become involved in them as they kept overlapping. However, over the screeching mob Robbie heard the only word that penetrated the tumble of noise. He returned his attention back to what Karl was talking about – football. So, they swam away from the game, which to some degree the entire pool appeared to be involved with and settled in the shallow end discussing the merits of their favourite teams. It turned out the Karl also played football for his school team, which once again had Robbie convinced they had a surprising connection. At one point Anna, Karl’s sister, walked past with her little brother holding her hand and said something in German that Robbie didn’t understand “...ich werde gerade Leos Windel wechseln...” and something else but had no idea what it referred to. Karl simply nodded and replied in his own language then carried on speaking to Robbie in English as if there hadn’t been any German spoken to break up their conversation. He marvelled at his mate’s ability to switch languages so easily. Robbie felt guilty (and a stirring in his neoprene trunks) as Anna’s shapely figure gently guided her little brother to wherever they were going. He hoped he’d get to meet her but wondered if she would speak English as well as her brother. He had no way to communicate with her if she didn’t. He was also a bit nervous about asking Karl if he’d introduce them... maybe later. Karl looked up and saw his father calling him from the other side of the pool and said, as it was getting late, that he had to go to get ready for dinner. Robbie had no idea just how long he’d been chatting in the water but was suddenly aware of the shadow from the hotel that covered most of the pool. The temperature hadn’t dropped significantly, as he was half-submerged in the water, but noticed a few of those still around the pool, which had emptied considerably, clutching towels tightly to their bodies. As Karl heaved himself out of the pool Robbie couldn’t help but notice as the sun caught his tight wet blue nylon swimming trunks and the sheen that seemed to add shape to a perfect bum. The notion shocked him as it was something he’d never thought of before but then wondered if this was all part of growing up. He admired his new friend so why wouldn’t he notice such a thing? He’d already noticed his sister so... erm... he might have to stay in the water a little longer and hope things in his trunks calmed down. As he stood in the pool watching Karl confidently make his way over to his parents to grab a towel he couldn’t help but notice that the water around his waist was nice and warm. It took him a few seconds to realise he’d just peed himself, which in turn gave way to an involuntary shiver that ran through his body. Perhaps it was time to return to the sun-loungers. ~ Amanda and her family had gone so the lounger next to Claire and Thomas was free. In a quiet moment mum had filled her bag with several bottles from the kiosk she’d spied earlier. Thomas had woken quite refreshed and was sipping appreciatively on a cool bottle of water, whilst Claire was holding one out to her son as he approached. Thanking her he sat down heavily on the plastic lounger but it didn’t feel right. Without the usual padding it hadn’t seemed ‘right’ when they set off from their room but this new sensation was distinct and it took a few seconds for him to realise what had happened. Just as he became acquainted with the truth his mother asked if he was okay but a sudden smell emanating from his vicinity told her what the problem was. “Oh dear sweetheart have you had an accident?” The accuracy of her observation was just too much for Robbie; he’d been able to act like a normal twelve-year-old boy since arriving at the pool but now he knew that had disappeared and he was just a messy little kid who couldn’t keep his pants (trunks in this case) clean. Not only that but he recalled letting out a little fart once Karl had departed but hadn’t realised he’d ‘followed through’. This was such a babyish thing to have happened and therefore a huge hit to his hoped for teenage status. There were tears forming but Claire was quickly in “Don’t worry love, these things happen... and by the looks of your red face and shoulders... you may well have had a bit too much sun all in one go. You might have got a bit of sunstroke...” Despite her reassuring words Robbie felt revolted. Even though he was used to filling his nappy this was unlike any other experience so was simply too ashamed to do or say anything but nod. Mum, already deciding that his nappy needed urgently reinstating, indicated it was time they went back up to their room. Thomas helped pack stuff into his wife’s large bag and carried it as she put her arm around her son’s shoulders and slowly headed out of the pool area and back to the privacy of their accommodation. Should anyone be watching, Robbie’s uneasy bow-legged waddle a dead giveaway of what lay in the seat of his damp neoprene trunks. Thankfully, the lift up to the top floor was only occupied by the three of them so no one else had to suffer the earthy odour that hung around them like a slightly noxious cloud. ~ Of course he’d sat in a messy nappy before but the mush now spread around his bum cheeks felt as if he’d let everyone down. The fact that both his mum and dad didn’t think anything was wrong, in fact, were nothing but supportive, seemed to make the situation worse. His hours of being ‘normal’ and not having to wear a nappy lay heavily in the seat of his trunks. He suspected they thought of him as a silly little toddler who had no control and yet, they both continued with things as if it was nothing unusual and maintained their unconditional love and support. Once through their apartment door Robbie burst into huge sobs and did all he could to apologise for what his mum would now have to deal with. “Don’t upset yourself love, it’s nothing we can’t cope with so don’t you worry yourself... and sweetheart... there’s no reason to cry. We’ll soon have you all clean and tidied up...” Claire felt a little guilty that she hadn’t insisted he wore a nappy under his trunks, as that had been the initial plan, and hoped this accident hadn’t contaminated the pool in some way. However, from her preliminary check, all seemed reasonably well contained. She continued with her words of support and steered him into the bathroom, whilst indicating to her hubby to get a fresh nappy, and the other items needed, to put their boy back in secure protection. “Oh, and can you please put the bottles I have in my bag in the fridge?” Thomas just nodded; he didn’t want to make a big thing about his son having such an accident so the diversion was welcome. He was surprised just how much stuff, as well as the bottles and disposables, was in her bag but there again, his wife was always well prepared. Claire also noticed the extra new bin at the side of the toilet which the receptionist had promised would be there; she was impressed with the hotel’s efficiency. It wasn’t needed in the present circumstances but was glad to know that his future requirements for disposable disposal was in place. There was no doubt that what had happened had stunned Robbie as he stood there passively and let his mum see to everything. She slowly pulled down his trunks and saw that not only was there poo but also at some point he’d got excited and left other ‘emissions’. Of course this wasn’t too much of a shock as she’d dealt with such visible signs her boy was growing up before but wondered who had caused it or was it just the wearing of his trunks that had stimulated such a reaction? She’d noticed the same thing in his nappy on occasions and wondered if they had had the same effect. She’d read on line that this could be a possibility but not to draw too much attention to it as it was a natural function of a growing boy’s body as much as peeing and pooing. Of course she had hoped that his new found innocence would also mean a lack of arousal. Claire had to remind herself that despite what she imagined, her son was getting older and therefore would have urges, she just hoped that keeping him in thick nappies and treating him like a kid might just hold back that inevitable tide – she had him how she wanted him and didn’t want to think any further ahead. ~ Once she’d cleaned him up and washed out his messy trunks she covered him in Aftersun lotion because his face and shoulders were glowing red. Once that was done she shuffled him naked into the living area where dad had laid out the changing mat on the sofa, plus an array of items to wrap him in. Over the last few weeks Robbie had to quickly get used to being naked around his parents so didn’t think anything about his current state of undress. Quite often his mother would make sure every little crease and crevice was spotless and dry before fitting him to whatever padding she’d chosen. Meanwhile, he’d begun to sprout a little hair down there but she’d found a cream to get rid of that. Sometimes this operation could take a while as she fussed and powdered around his nappy area. Thankfully, Robbie had soon lost his initial embarrassment as she paid no attention to his ‘growing’ problem when intimately applying various creams and lotions. When that happened she was quick to cover the offending object in very thick, and tightly fastened, terry cloth. However, at seeing he was going to be put back into a disposable he baulked slightly, though mum simply reminded, with a light tap on his bare bottom, that he’d just messed himself so there was to be no argument. She checked her hubby was ready as she took the wet trunks out onto the balcony and pinned them on the small washing line to dry out overnight. Reluctantly, but without too much resistance once laid out, dad set about spreading on lotion and powdering his son before fixing a nice thick blue disposable with an extra soaker pad. Like mum, dad always did a really good job of making sure it fit perfectly before pulling up a pair of thick clear plastic pants. He tucked everything in and smoothed the entire thing out making it so that the glossy cover held it all fast. There was no doubt that the hefty disposable and tight cover with thick waist and leg bands gave him the look of a big incontinent toddler. However, both parents were in agreement that these days, after the positive changes in his behaviour, it didn’t seem inappropriate that even at his age, it’s just what was needed. “There you go Robbie,” dad patted his freshly cushioned bum, “let’s go out on to the balcony whilst mum gets changed. Although this sort of intense interaction was nothing new for him Robbie felt a bit glum but realised that he couldn’t really object after what had just happened in the pool - besides, as always, both parents had been most supportive. Dad hadn’t offered him anything else to wear so nervously shuffled his way back out onto the balcony and into the pleasantly warm air. The thing was, after the neoprene shorts, this fresh disposable felt quite comfortable as he sat down and dad engaged him in small talk about his day. This was something else he liked about dad, he still spoke to him like nothing weird had happened, like he used to do before, well, before he met Mally and his mates. He soon relaxed, not only that but the air was filled with pleasant distant chatter and laughter, whilst aromas of exotic evening meals being prepared filtered up to the top floor and added a further holiday vibe to the incredible views. There was no doubt that they had one of the best panoramas because of the glass balustrade around the balcony that offered an almost unrestricted outlook. The hotel was shaped so that no balcony was overlooked, which pleased Robbie as he didn’t feel exposed. He and dad watched while people were returning from the beach and scrutinised the last few die-hards who fled the pool as the final shadows engulfed the entire area. It was amazing how quickly the last bit of sun-drenched pool emptied when that happened, except for one little lad who was in the kiddie pool and happily splashing about now he had it to himself. Meanwhile, as they got comfy on their balcony dad was of the opinion that there would no doubt be a very picturesque sunset. Though for the moment, that was out of sight behind where they sat. Still it was all quite awe-inspiring and had the promise of a special vantage point for sunrise the following day. For the time being, Robbie’s sleek well-padded snug underwear made sitting around very comfy. He shivered slightly, possibly because his chest and shoulders were bare and had had a little bit too much sun so needed a t-shirt, which dad raided one of the shelves to get for him. It was a short green onesie with small metal press-studs under the crotch for easy release or access. Dad didn’t know about these but realised that Claire wouldn’t have brought them unless she thought them necessary and despite a small amount of reluctance from Robbie, soon had it on. There was no doubt that this short onesie did make him look even younger but there was also the added guard that it would, should the occasion occur, prevent a ‘full’ nappy from too much sag. Claire had been most adamant (and very persuasive) that she was going to be in charge of what their son should and would wear (and of course that meant nappies to remind him he was still only a child). She’d told Thomas that it was age appropriate (but hadn’t said the age she was aiming at) but he had to agree that, despite the initial upset from Robbie, everything seemed to be working. Whether she meant it to or not the boy’s attire, coupled with his slightly anxious demeanour, made him look, as dad remembered those times, like a cute eight-year-old. “Well, it looks like you managed to get quite a bit of sun... we might have to be a bit more careful tomorrow and keep those shoulders covered. What else have you been up to today?” Eventually Robbie revealed he’d made a new friend, Karl, and was soon chatting enthusiastically about him, the games they played and the hotel in general. Dad had discovered that if he could distract his son and involve him in what was going on in some way, he tended to forget he was wearing thick protection. Not only that, but if he could ‘normalise’ the situation as much as possible, he appeared quite relaxed about it as well. He couldn’t deny just how quickly his son had turned from an absolute horror to be around to his current state. It was reining in all those bad habits and attitudes and although he may have looked, and sometimes acted, like a big kid, he’d decided like his wife, that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. If the insisted upon thick and shiny protection was what it took, then so be it, he was still his son and he loved him. On the other hand, when wearing a nappy, his wife liked that Robbie was aware he was his ‘mummy’s sweet little boy’ and wanted him to know the way she was treating him was for the best. Despite these slightly different approaches, it was agreed that his temperament had changed for the better and it was without doubt all down to him being forced into wearing nappies. He’d be reminded of the fact it was as a punishment he’d brought on himself if he acted up but these days any such outbursts were kept relatively in check. ~ The first day of the holiday had been a combination of highs and lows for Robbie. There were things he thought were perhaps over but then something rapidly returned him to things as they are. He’d been made to wear clothes that he thought he never would but surprisingly, once in them, had found them tolerable and probably right for the climate. He’d also worn a thick and soaked disposable for ages without too much discomfort, in fact, he barely noticed. The Villa he’d hoped for was a nonstarter but the hotel was large and lively. He’d made a friend and admired several fit looking girls who had, without being aware, given him an unexpected outcome. Indeed, there were many in the pool he’d ‘spoken’ to or nodded at or smiled and laughed with, so expected to have a really great time over the next two weeks. Then his little mishap had come as a huge shock and had knocked his confidence. So, it was back to where he started, sitting around having a chit-chat with dad, whilst wearing a very thick and slinky piece of underwear, as if he'd never been out of them. He’d not been able to persuade dad that he didn’t need nappies and had given up hope that either parent would change their minds even on holiday. It seemed weird that only a few weeks ago this would have never happened. The idea of wearing thick protection had never arisen, nor would it have been suggested, nor would it have crossed his mind he’d ever wear such an item. The anger at the suggestion, followed by the inevitability of the outcome, had been unexpected. He certainly hadn’t thought just how much guilt he’d been carrying and that had somehow funnelled into his ultimate, if reluctant, compliance. The padding, although difficult to comprehend to begin with, was proving to be both comfy, and now after the pool accident, quite reassuring. He’d quickly got used to its bulky presence just as mum had said he would. However the consequence of wearing protection, even after a relatively short time (and he may not have been conscious of the fact), was just how often he’d come to use its convenience. Of course, from the very start his parents had insisted he did so but... well... as mum had noted... he was beginning to need a change more and more often. ~ Claire arrived back on the balcony, hair done, make-up in place and looking very summery in a nice flowery cotton dress and with a thin white cardigan draped over her shoulders. The two ‘boys’ in her life were having quite a laugh at some little game they’d invented about where the boats out at sea were heading. As always she was struck by just how sweet and cuddly Robbie looked once well-wrapped up in a nappy and now, with the unexpected addition of his onesie, he was playing the part to perfection. Seeing him standing next to his dad, not even thinking about his underwear and pointing out things on the horizon to each other, all so natural, filled her with happiness. There was no doubt that his robust padding made him appear so much younger and unsophisticated. Whereas the shimmering hint of plastic firmly stretched over the thick disposable just invited to be patted and stroked; her son had never looked so endearing. Click. Another shot on her mobile for her rapidly growing photographic archive. “Okay,” she smiled at hubby, “if you like you can get ready now and then we’ll go for that walk along the front.” “Okay love, won’t be a minute.” Thomas ruffled his son’s hair as he made for the bedroom. “Right, I suppose we’d better get you dressed as well,” she beamed, although planned on only slipping him into a pair of shorts and shirt. With the thin, fabric onesie stretched over the blue disposable it could be seen through the clear plastic cover. All seemed dry but she still checked by sliding her fingers up the leg of his plastic pants. Now used to such treatment Robbie didn’t try to stop her or move away. “Well done love,” she smiled approvingly, “nice and dry.” She kissed him on his head and then skimmed through the shelf with his clothes until she saw some that would match. Holding up what appeared to be a pair of dark green rugby shorts, but with an elasticated waist, she told him to put them on. “Mum, aren’t these bit too short for... you know... going out in?” “Nonsense sweetheart, you wear this style all the time at home... you’ll be fine... although you might need a shirt to put on over your onesie as the temperature might drop.” However, with the shorts hanging from her fingers he understood there was no chance she’d change her mind so didn’t put up any resistance and slipped on what was offered. He was correct, they were quite short and his disposable filled them out slightly. It would be an effort to hide the smooth padded lines, although, when he stood up straight, it didn’t look too bad at all. She passed him a purple, button-down collared shirt, which he didn’t mind and fastened that up. It hung outside his shorts and covered them up slightly. He checked in the mirror – “Yes”, he thought, he could get away with this particular look. ~ Whilst they waited for dad to get changed mum brought out a couple of juices onto the balcony and handed one to Robbie. He’d sat down and she noticed and appreciated the nice tight bulge his shorts made and could see up the leg which revealed a glimpse of his shiny plastic pants with the robust, thick anti-leak guard. She didn’t mention any of this but chatted about the nice family she’d got to speak to who came to sit next to them. She asked if he remembered them from the coach trip to the hotel reminding Robbie of their young son, eight-year-old Darren. She was toying with mentioning the possibility of homeschooling but thought better of it, well, at least until she’d spoken to Thomas. The sound of a splash and a huge guffaw of laughter from below had Robbie up and staring down at the pool where a bunch of people were doubled up whilst helping some poor person who, fully clothed, had ended up splashing around and gasping for breath. “Someone’s evening has got off to a bad start,” mum remarked as she joined him from their vantage point. Both had huge, and not, sympathetic grins on their faces as they watched the poor soaked guy being helped to his dripping feet. A nice cooling breeze ruffled Claire’s dress as she put her arm around her son’s shoulder and gave him a tender hug. He gave a little flinch but not because he didn’t want to be hugged, it was the slight sunburn on his shoulders. “Oh, sorry love, I forgot... we’ll have to keep an eye on that in future, we don’t want you to end up all burnt to a crisp now do we?” He grimaced back and shrugged “Sorry, I know you told me to be careful but I just didn’t feel the heat whilst in the water...” “Well, hopefully we’ve caught it in time and the cream I’ve applied should cool things down a bit... but we should definitely keep you covered tomorrow to be on the safe side.” Although Robbie hoped to be in the pool or beach the following day it looked like they’d be out doing other things. His mother moved her arm to around his waist and gave him another hug, which was a lot nicer. “Isn’t this just a wonderful place.” She was gazing out to sea, well, the Atlantic Ocean actually, and saw little lights appearing on the small fishing boats taking up their positions for the night. Down below, although it wasn’t anywhere near dark, fairy lights lit up the trees that surrounded the pool giving it a most magical appearance. Yes, up there on the top floor, everything was just about perfect. ~ The Atlantico was set at the far end of the seafront along which ran a wide causeway that followed the coastline then down to the old harbour about a mile away. The Davison Family joined several others as they sauntered along, marvelling at just how picturesque the place was and the immaculate sandy beach. As they walked away from the hotel not only did the path get busier but more shops, restaurants, bars and the like showed just what an active and popular resort this was. Mum and dad walked arm-in-arm, whilst Robbie wandered just a few feet in front of them, occasionally stepping back so as not to get separated when the crowds got thicker. The temperature had dropped a little but it was still warm enough; the cool breeze they felt on their balcony not transferring itself to sea level where the air was thick with the buzz of a tourist town gearing up and getting into full evening swing. At either end of the beach there were dramatic rock formations that in the daytime added to the area’s picturesque quality. Now some aspects were lit by floodlights and looked quite striking against the rapidly darkening sky. Mum posed her two ‘boys’ and took several shots on her phone – dad with his arm around his son and Robbie sitting on a rock smiling cheerfully at the camera. He didn’t know it but the flash of the camera had reflected on the shiny plastic that could be seen down the leg of his shorts. The fact that he didn’t seem concerned and hadn’t fussed while posing was a bonus to mum. With his shirt out and covering most of his bum he seemed very relaxed, even with the slight little waddle he’d adopted because of the bulk, though perhaps he hadn’t noticed that either. Mum was desperate that this trip would solidify Robbie’s acceptance for wearing a nappy and thereby she could keep control over his behaviour. So far, so good. ~ After wandering the seafront and a few of the backstreets for an hour or so Thomas asked if they were hungry, the answer was that they were all starving so were on the lookout for a nice local, family run restaurant. Três Irmãos, slightly off the main thoroughfare, was up a hill but looked to have a terrific view across the streets below and out into the ocean. It was large enough and had tables outside as well as ample seating inside and a quick perusal of the menu (and prices) the decision was made to try it for their first ‘foreign’ meal of the holiday. The fact that it was so busy was a fair indication that it had a good reputation. The friendly waiter asked them to wait just a moment whilst he cleared a table that had just been vacated. They hoped he wouldn’t take long because they just taken a look in the chilled display cabinet and decided on the gloriously large prawns that lay invitingly on view. Two minutes later and the waiter returned and led them to their freshly laid table, with glasses and cutlery all set out and a small vase with a local flower as a cute central display. They couldn’t believe their luck that they had a prime spot with tremendous views. The only thing that made both Claire and Thomas smile was that at one of the available places, and obviously set out for Robbie, was a place mat with a cartoon character to fill in. A selection of crayons and coloured pencils were stood in a small metal cup. Two large menus were set at the two places with glasses, whereas a colourful list of food for kids who might like a simpler fair was given to Robbie. Robbie was incensed, he wasn’t a little kid and didn’t like being treated as one. “It’s a family orientated restaurant Robbie” Dad couldn’t hide the huge, amused grin on his face. “They try to engage with everyone not just the adults... but perhaps the colouring placemat is a bit too much.” “How dare they assume,” Robbie began to argue, but the laughter from mum and dad quickly brought him round and grudgingly saw the ‘funny’ side. His dad said that he could use his menu if he wanted to try something different but knew that both he and Claire were salivating at the prospect of locally caught fresh prawns. Robbie wasn’t keen on fish, or anything fiddly or with bones but didn’t find he liked much on dad’s menu and wished he hadn’t been so keen on sending the Kiddie Menu away with the waiter just moments earlier. Dad called the waiter over, apologised for being a nuisance, and asked if he’d be so kind as to return the earlier menu. The man had a really nice smile and quickly went off to get it and the drinks Thomas had ordered at the same time. Although embarrassed Robbie thought the selection and choices of meals on his revisited menu was far better than anything on the ‘grown-up’ one. The view from their seats was terrific. From Robbie’s vantage point he could see further along the road and noticed flashing lights that had, in English, the word SLOTS, which indicated machines and other entertainment might be on offer should they venture in that direction after eating. He could see quite a few young people going in and out and hoped they could go there after the meal. Eventually the order was made and delivered, mum and dad having four large prawns each, which needed peeling but looked smooth and succulent as they were doused in garlic butter. Robbie could do without that type of mess so had settled on chicken strips with chips, salad and a large Coca Cola, which because he was so hungry devoured the lot with relish. Their table was very near the pavement so passers-by were taking an interest in what they were having. Several people stood and looked, others simply sauntered by or, with a friendly smile, acknowledged the family. Robbie didn’t know it but his shorts had ridden up and some of those passing saw the bulk of his nice gleaming protection sticking out. This was partly due to his short shorts but mainly because he’d suddenly found himself bursting for relief. So, doing as he’d been instructed, surreptitiously filled the disposable during dinner. The release and warmth were surprisingly both quite satisfying. He didn’t want to bring what he’d done to his parents attention as they seemed to be enjoying their meal so thought a change could wait until they returned to the hotel. Nor did he fancy being escorted to the toilets and his mum changing him there. So he sat innocently idly doodling with the crayons on his picture. A couple of kids who passed giggled to each other and looked back but Robbie wasn’t looking. He had no idea he was the cause of amusement in some quarters. ~ By the time mum and dad had finished their meal, emptied the bottle of chilled white wine and paid the bill Robbie was desperate to aim for the SLOTS place to see what was on offer. As they left the restaurant with many “obrigada” “thanks” and praise for a much enjoyed meal, their son was halfway down the road and heading towards those flashing and inviting lights. Jogos e caça-níqueis was quite a large, noisy and colourful building with loads of machines offering an array of slot-machines and games. The place seemed to cater to all manner of ages, with tourists and locals speaking in various languages teaming around sampling what was inviting them to part with their money. At the back was an ‘age restricted area’ where an automatic Roulette wheel was very popular. Apart from the occasional slot machine all the big video games testing skill were occupied and appeared to have enthusiastic support teams surrounding them. Bings and pings, rattles and the occasional sound of winnings being deposited in metal drawers made it perhaps one of the liveliest places in the area. Robbie was eager to join in the fun and begged his dad to let him have some money so he could go off to play. Neither Claire or Thomas were interested but, as there was a popular little café attached decided to let him loose and, after giving him €20, told him that’s where they’d be having a coffee when he’d spent up. Since he’d lost his console ‘privileges’ at home, it had been ages since he’d been allowed to play any video games and he couldn’t wait to immerse himself in something that he used to enjoy so much. He wandered around trying to find a console he knew or looked interesting in the ‘unrestricted’ area but the place was packed and finding anything unoccupied difficult. He changed the €20 bill into single €1 coins but found himself quite engrossed in watching a couple of young lads, wearing knee length beach shorts, as they battled some Alien Predator. The lad playing was being wildly cheered on by his mate and even in the language they were speaking, which wasn’t English, Robbie knew he was swearing that encouragement. There was an entire phalanx of gaming screens, where seated riders, ace assassins, Japanese Samuri, Space Explorers all did battle but there wasn’t an available machine to test himself. There was quite a mix of ages and it looked like the SLOTS company had provided a small play area for those too young to access the machines (or wait for a parent to finish losing all their money). There was a small group of toddlers, well past their bedtime, looking cheerful as they played with what was on offer. Jokingly, Robbie wondered if that was the only place he’d be able to get a game of any sort. Still he hadn’t given up hope so continued his search. Time flew as he watched and moved from game to game assessing what his chances would be if he eventually got a turn but in the end he was disappointed not to get that opportunity. However, as he began to return to his parents he saw a flashing slot machine unoccupied and was about to slip in a coin. However, there was a sign that said in several languages that you had to be over 18 to play them so he was thwarted on even that. He returned with the handful of coins as he had no pockets in his shorts. ~ Robbie was feeling a bit down as he arrived at his parent’s table where they’d finished a second cup of coffee. He handed is dad back the €20 in change. “Sorry dad, didn’t get a chance to play on anything... it’s very busy.” “Never mind son, we can keep this for another day,” and handed the pile of coins to his wife to put in her copious bag. “I think it’s time for us to go.” She got up and checked she had everything and smoothly steered her son off down the street. As he walked ahead she noticed the enlarged profile of a well-filled nappy under his shorts. “Sweetie, it looks like you could do with a change” They were passing the entrance to a small hotel “There’s probably a toilet in there we could use...” “No mum please,” he looked a little bit distressed at the thought, “I can wait until we get home, I mean, back to our hotel.” “Well, if you’re sure, we might be out for a little while yet, it’s quite a walk, so, are you sure?” He ran his palms over his bulging shorts and felt how much they’d expanded but meekly whispered that he was fine. The fact is, although he’d peed in them a couple of times since they’d been out, he hadn’t been aware of how much larger they’d become, or, as a result, the slightly more emphasised waddle it gave him. She nodded but made her mind up that they should head straight back to the hotel and have a relatively early night. Even if Thomas had slept most of the afternoon, her and Robbie hadn’t had chance to catch-up from their very early start. A word in hubby’s ear and they wandered down to the seafront and began their return journey. They passed many lively bars and expensive (and busy) restaurants, some of which they checked out as possible places to dine another night. On the beach some older teens had set up a raucous game of volleyball, whilst others were kicking a ball about, which of course got Robbie wondering if he could get a game. Every few yards there seemed to be someone selling something - sunglasses (at night?), DVDs, colourful fabric wraps, some offering homemade jewellery, colourful things that got launched into the sky and fluttered down in a series of alternating flashing lights. The air was still but the night was full of noise and cheerful screams of excitement. The place was very much alive. ~ It was just after 10:00pm, and although for some the night was yet young, in truth, Robbie had begun to fade a little. It was very nearly his usual bedtime at home, although his parents had said there was no bedtime, other than the same as theirs whilst on holiday. Although he may have desperately wanted to stay up late and enjoy the sights and sounds of the resort, the early morning start was overtaking his ability to stay awake. Near the hotel Thomas noticed a supermarket open and nipped in and bought some wine so he and Claire could have a romantic drink on the balcony. Meanwhile, his wife, conscious of Robbie’s drooping nappy, steered him straight to the hotel and up to their room. Both seemed relieved to have some privacy as she led him into the bathroom, which was off their bedroom, and immediately got Robbie to strip down. It didn’t take long for him to be standing in just his shiny vinyl pants that hardly containing the expanded disposable. “Okay love, let’s get these off,” she said easing everything down, “and then slip into the shower and give yourself a thorough wash... there’s some shower gel hanging on that hook.” She pointed to a large plastic bottle with ‘Lavendar Fresh Gel’ in purple writing and grabbed that. Naked he stepped into the shower, whilst Claire wrapped up the soiled nappy and shoved it in the not very discreet bin (at least it didn’t say ‘nappy disposal’ on the front). As he showered mum got his night time things ready and toyed with the idea of making sure he wore a thin white onesie she’d bought to hold the nappy in place. “Did the onesie hold everything up tightly sweetheart?” She asked as Robbie stepped from the shower. “Yes, it made everything so tight and pulled up but...” the rest was drowned out by him spluttering as an enthusiastically applied towel began to rub him dry. “OK, well we’ll keep them for when we go out to hold everything in place. So tonight sweetie, let’s get you into these.” So, from the selection of comfy disposables she chose just a nappy and t-shirt if he preferred. She checked the pull-out bed she’d made up earlier where she’d placed the rubber sheet over the mattress to be on the safe side. A thought occurred - should she have pushed the bed into their bedroom as there was plenty of space. However, leaving it where it was would give them all a little bit of privacy and he'd be in a nappy so wouldn’t need the toilet, which was adjoining their bedroom. The warm shower hadn’t really woken him up and he still felt shattered as she lay him out on his bed and proceeded to get his night time protection in place. There was no protest, no wriggling about and soon she had him in a very nice thick disposable (with extra soaker pad) and had slipped up a pair of pale pink, semi-transparent plastic pants that were amongst the sets she’d brought. She tugged over a pink t-shirt and asked if he wanted to sit out with her and dad on the balcony or get straight into bed. He thought about staying up but when dad returned with a bottle of white wine decided it would be wise to give them some privacy and get some sleep. He could hardly keep his eyes open anyway so mum directed him toward where he’d be sleeping, gently stroked his hair and wished him a ‘night-night’. It was moments like this that Claire had begun to live for, when her son just gave up on trying to be a teenager and just sleepily accepted his place as her sweet innocent little boy. She thought, how today, he’d been everything she could have hoped for. He looked like her best behaved little boy from the moment he got up and she’d put him in a disposable and shorts. He may have wished otherwise but once he was in the clothes she’d decided on he never gave her any real backchat - simply accepted it as what was needed. It had been sad for him that he’d pooped his swimming trunks in the pool but he’d even realised that that was nothing to worry about and that mum would be there to sort it out. And now - his thick rounded padded slinky pink bum looked just the job and was wearing his night time padding without any hint of protest. Of course, he may not have known that any of this was the case but as she tucked the white sheet (it was too hot for anything else) around him and kissed him a final time his muted but sweet “night mum” was all she needed to melt her heart. He was much more tired than he thought because barely moments after he ran his hand over his slippery pants and thought about just how much padding he was wearing; he gave up fighting his drooping eyes and slipped into a deep and welcoming sleep. ~ tbc ~

Teddy Bears Picnic It was a wonderful Pride Day in our fair city. The weather was pleasantly warm and the crowds had come out in force, apparently the whole community loved such well-organised events. I was sitting in the picnic/bar area with a large group of friends when a sleuth of lovely bears; weighty, beardy and dressed in checked shirts and leather, walked past. Inspired by such a wonderful (if stereotype) vision I just happened to ask to anyone who was listening who still had their childhood teddy bear? One of the guys passing stopped and replied that most bears he knew still have bears and lovingly treasure them. I happened to mention that he wasn’t the only one as I also still had my own sitting on a shelf in my study at home. Now this may surprise you but it’s actually in my bedroom but I felt too embarrassed to admit that little fact. The chatty hirsute fellow in the bar said he wouldn’t dream of keeping his anywhere but in the bedroom where, when he falls asleep, is there to protect him. He explained to the group that as a child his parents had told him that when he goes to sleep, his teddy would be there to look out for him, fight off any monsters and prevent bad dreams. Even now at his age (early thirties I would guess), he wouldn’t like to spend a night without being under teddy’s (Mr Claws) watchful eye. Slowly it emerged that quite a few of our mixed gay and hetero number still had their childhood bears and wouldn’t part with them even for the best shag in the world. Well, in truth, it was only one person who admitted to that particular thing, the rest of us decided that it all depended on who was on offer… and left it at that. It would appear that teddy bears, our bears, are perhaps the only thing we still cling to from our childhood. We stick to a memory of that sweet fluffy creature that saw us through every moment of our young life. It offered friendship, comfort, safety and to some - protection, when the adult world seemed really gross and scary. We sucked on it as a baby, we hugged it as a toddler and we travelled with it as we grew up – a journey simply wasn’t worth taking unless our best friend, our teddy, was right alongside us. We then got down to discussing our individual teddies; our childish names for them, how big or small they were, the fur which had disappeared over the years, the repairs that had been made, the clothes we sometimes dressed them in (and some still had them wearing the same outfit) counting all the trials we’d gone through with him or her. It was never an ‘it’, it was never an inanimate object, it had a name, it was real and he or she was our best friend. --- Memories of our infancy came rushing back, someone claimed he could remember being in his pram, wearing only a nappy and clutching ‘Fooby’ to his chest, the soft fur being nice against his naked baby chest. I had no memory that stretched that far back, certainly not to when I was a baby but (confession time) I was wearing a nappy at that moment and often did when I planned a long day out that might (ha-ha) involve drinking a copious amount. About that. I wear a nappy occasionally, perhaps more than I’d like to admit but let me tell you why. When I was ten mum had a bit of a breakdown. Not a nervous breakdown, or at least I don’t think it was, but one Friday I came home from school and mum announced that from that moment on I was being returned to wearing nappies. I was shocked but, as it had been just mum and me since dad up and left us when I was three, I rarely argued with her on any subject. However, on this occasion I had to ask “Why?” “Well sweetheart, I just can’t bear the thought of you growing up and leaving me...” “But mum, erm, I....” “So, I want my sweet baby boy back and I’ve already made arrangements.” “But mum, I don’t want to be put back in nappies, what will my friends say, or Aunt Carole (mum’s sister who was a daily visitor to our home) I don’t want to be seen wearing...” “No point in arguing sweetheart, I’ve decided and so that’s what will, happen. Come with me and I’ll show you what I mean.” --- There was no chance to think as she grabbed my hand and all but dragged me upstairs to my room. Nothing too much had changed, or so I thought, but she opened my underwear drawer and there was nothing but disposables laid out. She opened the next drawer down and there were loads of what I thought were towels filling the space. “What do I want with towels?” I asked innocently but worried. “They aren’t towels sweetheart, they are your night time terry nappies.” she proudly displayed one as she flapped it out and showed me how it was going to be folded. 4’2” tall and weigh 60pounds at my last doctor’s check two weeks before. I know at the time mum said to the doctor she wondered if I might be a little small for my age but he said it was impossible to say at this stage. However, the doctor asked about the height and weight of my father and told her that I could put on a growth spurt at any moment and not to worry. “These things have a way of sorting themselves out” came her reassuring professional (and medical) words. So, I wore nappies for a further year or two (maybe three) before I was old enough to say “NO” but strangely, once I was out of them I really missed them. It wasn’t until many years later and working and could afford my own that I gratefully slipped back into wearing them. Styles and thickness had changed quite a lot since I was young and it was with some trepidation that I ordered my first batch off the net. The company supplied items for ABDLs and they really were designed to make a person like me feel childish but very happy. --- Meanwhile, one of our group laughingly suggested that ‘one fine day’ we should hold a teddy bears picnic and bring all out furry friends to meet each other. We all joked about the image it offered. We all pretended it was a great idea but not really what grown men should be engaging in. However, a nervous voice (it was me) began to sing The Teddy Bears Picnic so the thought hit some deep spot in so many people’s psyche that others joyously joined in. I think the group of ‘bears’ standing the corner thought it was about them and also gave voice. It was a great communal moment and it now looks like we will be taking to the local woods shortly and having a picnic surrounded by our most intimate and loyal fuzzy friends. Oh, and on another note, my fluffy disposable had lovely little bears wearing nappies printed all over it... they are my favourite and extremely comfy to have near me... just like Jerry, my teddy bear. Jerry ~~~~~ What’s your teddy bear called and how long have you been together? ~~~~

Thanks everyone... glad that Robbie's situation is ticking some boxes and we'll see by the end if his parent's action has proved to be successful. As always, thanks for reading the story and for all your comments. THANKS Les

The thing is... Robbie knows exactly what he's done, he just doesn't know how much his parents know. Dirty Boy is painting an innocent lad who is being psychologically bullied by his parents... this is not the case. They have a way... OK,OK, OK I'll take over here. Claire speaking now. I know my boy is off the rails not because of gossip but because I know my boy's moods and attitude. He's already apologised for all the things he's done but I know for certain that there is something else that he isn't (or dare not) admit to. In law he's still only a child so my husband and I think he should be reminded of that fact on a daily basis and rather than subject him to anything physical we think that wearing a nappy is a good way of making that point. Now, you may not like it but the fact that it is working means we seem to be getting our loving son back and that is the prime result we are looking for. We just couldn't let him continue in the direction he and his school mates were heading, however, we have no control over them but our son is our responsibility and I repeat, him wearing a nappy is working so... OK Les... you can go back to what you were saying but just remember... I know my son and I'll do whatever it takes to have him back as he used to be - thoughtful, loving and honest - I don't think that is the wrong way to go about things. Well, thank you Claire, not sure that sorted anything out but... I've not got any more to say except... thanks for all your comments... and of course yours too Claire... and hope there's more to come. Hugs to you all Les

Part 6 “Sweetheart, we’ve been through this far too many times. We’ve told you that nappies will stay until we feel you know and understand what you’ve done... and why putting you back in them is necessary.” Again mum was knocking it back to Robbie to acknowledge his part in why he was wearing padding in the first place. “Now your father and I have seen a tremendous improvement from you but, and I have to say this is down to you, you have yet to understand why these are necessary.” She indicated the pack of disposables, the powder, the anti-rash lotion and the plastic pants she was unloading from the case. “But mum, dad, please... I don’t know what this is...” Mum just smiled and waved a fresh disposable in the air so he knew that his argument wasn’t going anywhere. He’d put up some resistance and argued his case but, as had happened every time he’d done so, his resolve met nothing but gentle understanding, joyful encouragement and the simple fact he would be wearing a nappy. His mum gave him a stern look. “We are here to have a lovely holiday for two weeks but, and this is the final time I intend telling you Robbie, you’ll be wearing a nappy until we say otherwise. Any further arguments and I can promise you... that’s all you’ll be allowed to wear for the rest of the vacation.... understand?” He wasn’t anticipating this level of determination now they were on holiday and expected his mum and dad to be more understanding but this threat knocked him for six. How could he spend any time in such a lovely and busy place dressed only in a nappy? He could of course simply say “No” and see how far that got him but, and this was what was central to his thought process, he’d already said certain things wouldn’t happen... and yet they had and the proof was his thick padding. Then there was – THWACK! He was simply scared of being physically hurt and that thought always made him more amenable. He felt defeated but knew nothing he could say would change things... so simply nodded he understood. “Good boy,” his mum tenderly stroked his arm. There was no doubt that in the last few days in particular his stridency whilst complaining had diminished to almost negligible amounts. It was just a token spat and one, as always that would make no difference to his underwear regime. However, there was also another ‘fact’ and that was, as far as his parents were concerned, whilst wearing padding Robbie looked less scary. Perhaps it had never occurred to him (although his mother doubted it) but the clothes he chose before being returned to his padded look made him appear forbidding and aggressive. Now, with his padded bum and the slinky rounded silhouette it offered, plus his delightful if slightly ‘younger’ outfit, he looked like a lovely boy who wasn’t out to enrage. Since nappies were reinstated Robbie had barely noticed his hostility towards his parents slowly slipping away. Because the extra padding made such a difference movement was more considered. The language he used had softened as had the tone, whilst the clothing he now wore, although it appeared childish, in fact, presented a more acceptable version of him to everyone else. The influence of the gang had diminished, whilst the authority of mum and dad had returned. He didn’t want to accept any of it but found it hard to refute the simple fact that he had done some bad things that his parents probably knew about. One of the things that made it difficult to protest any stronger these days was the guilt that stopped him from any angry or forceful protest against the situation. Of course he wanted to rebel but the unknown, as well as the anxiety of a nervous twelve-year-old, was keeping him in check. To validate this ‘non-reaction’ he’d visualised that it would all be over any time soon. THWACK! - Then of course there was always that all pervasive belief (a violent and dreadful belief) that stopped him from being too confrontational. He may have assumed that as a nearly-teen he’d earned his independence but the simple fact was, he was reliant on his parents for everything. The problem now was - did he spoil the holiday by over-reacting or try and enjoy what was on offer with the restriction he’d have to wear padding the entire time. His choices were limited as he had no money of his own so really needed his parents to provide all things needed whilst away. This was something else that naïvely he’d simply not thought about. He had a few savings in a bank account but didn’t think about withdrawing any of it so he could spend his money on things he wanted. His parents hadn’t suggested it and it had never occurred to him it might be a good idea. He’d simply become totally reliant on mum and dad to make all the decisions, even if he didn’t agree with them all. They had more or less already made that decision for him and he could either accept it on their terms or try and negotiate a different outcome, which, on every occasion so far had proved unsuccessful. ~ There had been opportunities. At the beginning his parents had left sheets of paper and pens around for him to list the things he thought he was being punished for. Alas, he’d not taken such an option because he didn’t want to admit to anything in case they didn’t know about it. It was quite the quandary and whilst he continued to mull it over, he had to wear a nappy, which frankly suited his parents much better. He had apologised for ‘whatever’ it was he’d done a thousand times, except it was all so generic, and as his parents saw it, he hadn’t admitted to any ‘real crimes’. They of course were playing a game of their own choosing and one Robbie hadn’t caught on to at all. They actually had no real idea of the all the things their son had actually done. They just knew, by his attitude, school reports and neighbourly gossip, that he must have been (or was) up to something. They were just pushing his situation to the limit to see what he would eventually confess to and acknowledge his part in; thus, by his own deeds, bringing about his present padded position. This was quite a fiendish ploy by them, which in all honesty, they weren’t sure they could pull off. The job they thought would be the hardest, to get him into wearing a nappy in the first place, had proved a lot simpler than they had anticipated. Now he was wearing one, and had been for a couple of weeks, there was no doubt that, as far as they were concerned, he behaved much more like the son they envisaged. He may not have been aware of it but his nappy, and the new, more traditional look, gave him a sweet boyish charm that had been absent for the last year or so. His parents had missed that nice young lad, who’d been usurped by a thoughtless and trouble-making teen, so, in the end had decided to do something radical to change things. They hadn’t realised that his childlike acceptance to wearing a nappy at the start had only been because he thought it would all be over after a couple of days. Conversely, he didn’t realise, once they had him wearing one he wasn’t coming out of it anytime soon. The addition of a nappy to their son’s wardrobe and the complete loss of any underwear alternative, had proved quite successful. There had been no let-up in mum or dad’s insistence he stayed wearing nappies nor any lack of positive comments when he used them. It’s instant benefits made Claire at times wonder if he wasn’t actually far more comfortable wearing a nappy than he let on. She was wrong but it didn’t stop her thinking in such terms. There had been another threat, a more subtle threat and one that had only recently sunk in. It had been made when Robbie was tearfully coming to terms with his choice of nappying up for the holiday or going to granny’s whilst his parents were away. That was, his conduct on holiday would decide whether he spent the rest of his summer break at granny’s or at home. There was absolutely no way he wanted to be sent to granny’s place for any amount of time. Granny wasn’t the most awful person in the world but she liked things done her way. She wasn’t the type to indulge her grandson, or anyone else for that matter, so he knew, anytime spent with her would be on her terms. If mum had said that nappies were to be his underwear, then that’s what he’d be wearing... no argument. If that was going to be the case he might as well accept his parent’s decisions and avoid that amount of extra upset. “Look, we’re here to have a lovely vacation but, as we said right at the beginning Robbie, a nappy is going to be part of the process” She flapped it out. “You also agreed that there would be no more arguments and you’d do as you’re told... are you going back on that promise?” Robbie realised that if he went back on it that would prove he was untrustworthy and had learned nothing. If he wanted this punishment to end then he’d just have to suffer it until his parents either got tired of it all or, in some magical way, he found out what it was he needed to confess. He stood and wriggled his body as a tot would trying to make a decision. It was a childish move but one his mother noticed and smiled. He may not have realised it but his actions and reactions to certain situations were getting more childlike. Nonetheless, his mother was proud of him that at least he was thinking before acting, and thankfully these days, getting that decision right by not arguing. Once wearing a nappy Robbie was less likely to act up as those days had long since gone to be replaced by an acquiescent and well-mannered young man... well, boy actually. At the back of her mind mum thought, because all this had fallen into place with relative ease, and the furtive look that often passed across his brow, maybe her son had been involved in something he’d rather not discuss or admit to. Was the reason he preferred nappies because to admit to his real ‘crimes’ would be just to shameful? It was a thought. There was a moment where he and mum were just looking at each other trying to gauge just what the other’s next move might be but dad appeared from the bedroom so it was time to hit the pool. At that same moment Robbie’s mind went where it so often went when deliberating about wearing a nappy. THWACK! With dad appearing, and for the briefest of moments, Robbie was terrified because he was arguing, he’d come to deliver those scary slaps that had invaded his head. Thankfully he saw dad was actually looking remarkably cool, younger than normal in his shorts and colourful open shirt and eager for the pool but mum would also need to get ready. THWACK! It was like a ‘warning light’ - his brain was reminding him of the consequences if he continued to quarrel so that was a response definitely to be avoided. The ‘danger signal’ wasn’t there all the time but when it did swoop into his head he found it very worrying and real. “Mum, if I’m going swimming surely I don’t need a disposable as well?” He asked hopefully. His father nodded to his wife in a rare moment of agreement with his son and in that look it was decided - no disposable. “Well, I was wondering how that was going to work but... if we agree no nappy whilst swimming then I don’t want you complaining when you will be wearing protection... and that’s at all other times... agreed?” She said with some finality. A reprise. Robbie was so surprised that he instantly agreed to the rest of what his mother insisted. He wasn’t listening because he couldn’t believe she’d consented; it was a strange euphoria that made him quite giddy. ~ She had been wondering how a nappy under the tight rubber neoprene shorts would work having been assured online that it was possible, surely it would just absorb any water? She also wondered if she might not have been better just bringing his school swimming Speedos or that sweet little pair of nylon trunks with the fish all over them she almost bought. But the decision was made because she understood the neoprene shorts were constructed to hold any incontinence moments. She assumed he’d be able to wear a disposable under them though in reality, that just wasn’t going to be practical. Anyway, the calculation had been made and with the agreement in place that he’ll wear one at all other times, she acquiesced. Quickly seizing this opportunity Robbie’s brain switched gear and nodded enthusiastically, so simply let mum pull up the ‘weird’ swimwear. It was a new and different material and one he’d never experienced before but the rubber felt awkward compared to the ‘cool’ baggy cotton surfer shorts he had hoped to wear. His mind was on the thought that he’d be spending a great deal of time in just his new swimming trunks so there wouldn’t be any need to wear a nappy. Therefore, hopefully things were more likely to get back to as they used to be as the holiday progressed. However, it did feel a little strange; after being so long wearing a nappy the cushiony softness was now replaced by a sort of rough rubbery fabric that nudged at his genitals and not in a nice way. Still, he’d make the most of this brief touch of freedom and hope for more concessions further down the track. There was no denying the fact that his mum thought the new trunks looked cute with their pale blue front, dark blue seat and lovely thick yellow cuffs and waistband (to prevent any loss of faecal matter so she’d been informed). She had thought that would be enough to keep him watertight and a nappy safely dry behind the material but was prepared, on this occasion, to give him this little bit of leeway. She would be watching him like a hawk to make sure he didn’t slip back into any of his troublesome ways. If he complained at all then he’d be returned to wearing a nappy full time. There was a bit of tugging and smoothing them out but in the end, although he hated having to wear anything but his own ‘cool’ swim shorts, he was pool ready as he was allowed to be. Whilst it still felt quite bulky and a bit odd, it didn’t look that way as the new rubbery trunks nicely flattered his slim figure. Once he was ready mum looked pleased at the result, because they were made for someone younger, having robust cuffs and waistband in different colours but he fitted into them just fine. “There, all set for the pool... you look quite the swimmer sweetheart.” She was going to add her usual warning but instead just smiled her reassurance. However disappointed he was at wearing another thing that wasn’t his, that thought was overshadowed by the realisation that this was the first time, since that first day of Summer Break, he wasn’t wearing a nappy. He thought (and hoped) that at his age he’d have some independence but all that had been taken away and he was being kept on a tight leash. However, this was a start and one Robbie hoped to capitalise on. His mother thought differently. Since the nappies had been introduced he’d hardly done anything without at least one of his parents being around. That’s the way they wanted it to be. Also, the fact that since his nappies started and he’d had his phone taken away and access to games restricted, he wasn’t in communication with any of his mates so had no idea what was going on in their lives either. It seemed that apart from actually feeding him his meals, everything else was supervised... just like a toddler... and wearing a nappy only added to that general sentiment. ~ “Just me now,” mum smiled and did a little curtsy, “I’ll be ready in a jiffy so you guys just find something to do for a few minutes.” Claire disappeared into their bedroom whilst Robbie and his father ventured out onto the balcony. “Isn’t this great,” dad said as he admired the panoramic view. “I wasn’t expecting it to be this good but...wow... this is fantastic.” Robbie couldn’t disagree and saw that down by the pool there were some empty sun loungers. “Maybe we could grab a couple of those,” he said pointing them out. “The pool looks very inviting, if a little crowded.” “Well it certainly looks and sounds noisy down there,” dad smiled, “but what’s a holiday for if you can’t scream your head off when you’re excited.” “Oh dad, you’re not going to scream once in the water are you?” His son gave him a sly look but was he really being given permission to let himself go. “Who knows?” He teased looking down at the crowds splashing about below, “it might be too cold... but it does look refreshing.” “Dad,” Robbie looked like he was going to ask something very important. In fact, he was going to try and convince his father that it was time to put an end to this nappy business but suddenly thought better of it. “You look so much younger wearing shorts.” He smiled when he saw his dad burst into an appreciative chuckle. Dad knew there had been a swerve in the conversation but was also thankful that Robbie didn’t bring up the subject he was going to. To dad that would have meant, even after the last couple of weeks wearing a nappy, he hadn’t learned anything. He didn’t want to have to remind him that any dissension from wearing nappies meant he’d wear only nappies from that point on. It was a real threat but one he hoped not to have to put it into practice. He gave his son a reassuring hug. ~ Just before the holiday Thomas had taken Robbie to the barbers and had told the man what cut to give him. Normally, this would have been another incursion into his perceived independence, which initially he would have complained about. But, sitting in the chair, feeling the thick padding under his bum, was correct in assuming that it was not the time or place to cause a fuss. Although it saw the end of his rather messy, thick brown hair, being replaced by a smart shorter, more ‘respectable’ cut, his dad saw it as a sort of bonding ritual, like they had when he was younger. Back when his son was just starting school he’d taken him to the barbers for his first ‘proper’ haircut and from that moment on, until the last year or so, that had become a sort of tradition, where dad accompanied him to the barbers - often getting their hair cut at the same time. When he reached eleven and became a ‘senior’ at his school and suddenly got involved with the ‘gang’ all that stopped. That link was broken, much to his dad’s disappointment because it was something just between the two of them, which Thomas regarded as special. He was so happy when, after the last barber’s visit, that link had been restored and hoped his son felt the same way – a special dad and son moment. Perhaps oddly, despite his initial adverse feelings, Robbie was happy to have this little tradition back – the haircut wasn’t bad either. It was nice to be hugged by his dad and seeing pride in the man’s eyes. Whether either were aware of it or not – it wouldn’t have happened had Robbie not been returned to wearing a nice thick nappy. Out on the balcony, enjoying the first taste of their holiday, that closeness had not evaporated. Without realising it, Robbie was thriving within the new, re-connected, relationship with his parents. Despite the added protection he didn’t see how much life had improved and although at times the positivity and love seemed to overwhelm him, it was certainly better than the previous months of lies and deceit. He hadn’t comprehended just how anxious those last twelve months or so had made him and it had all been his own doing. Surprisingly mum was ready in her blue one piece bathing suit, wide-brimmed hat and a light flowery wrap in record time. She also had a huge bag with towels, suntan lotion and other items she might need. Also, wrapped in a special bag was Robbie’s soaked disposable, which she would bin after a word with receptionist as where was best to do so. She would also ask if they had a special bin for the room and was annoyed with herself for not asking when they booked in. Still, there was plenty of time to get that little addition to the room organised. “C’mon then, let’s get going,” and the trio set off for the lifts to take them down to the pool. The mood had certainly become joyful and although well aware of the uncool thing he was wearing Robbie didn’t seem overly bothered by his new swimming trunks. Both mum and dad thought he looked cute and couldn’t resist patting his rubber encased bottom (like they did every time he was changed into a fresh clean nappy) and smiling as he tried not to react but there was no doubt, he was excited now they were at the hotel and about to go for a swim. The holiday had officially begun. ~ It was early afternoon and the sun had reached the balmy mid-eighties so the pool was a very popular place to cool off. Kids and grown-ups of all shapes and sizes were jumping, running, swimming, screaming, floating - the place was a vibrant arena of colour and noise. There were three pools in total, one of which, a shallow circular pool, was specifically for little kids, which was rammed packed. However, the ‘littles’ were even in the bigger pools wearing inflated arm bands or held up in rubber rings. Some of the smaller kids and babies didn’t look too sure but were being gently encouraged to enjoy the water by parents or older siblings. Despite his new swimwear, and the really odd feeling of having something missing, Robbie was quite relieved to not be wearing a nappy. He hoped that this little change to his current undies regime would be the start of a more ‘sensible’ approach from his parents, even though he’d agreed to return to the childish underwear once the poolside fun had finished. However, he assumed that if he didn’t ruin the current playful and fun atmosphere being on holiday created, there may be a way back to normal undies without too much delay, or at least he hoped that would be the case. However, the very real sensation that something was missing seemed to puzzle him. Surprisingly, straight away they found a couple of loungers with an umbrella where they set up shop. Claire reached into her large bag and produced a couple of towels, which she lay out across the plastic. Thomas removed his shirt and, compared to some of the other men his age poolside, although very manly, in comparison looked very pale indeed. However, she was quite proud that, unlike a lot of the other, pink, red and well-tanned men around the pool, he hadn’t got a wobbly belly. Mum took a couple of posed photos of her ‘boys’ with her phone, whilst they tentatively encouraged each other to be the first to jump in. For Claire, the last few weeks had been quite intense; trying to keep her son wearing nappies, keeping up the appearance of the normality of that situation whilst dealing with the stress that organising a holiday can in itself produce. There was always going to be a bit of tension about how she and Thomas were dealing with things but now settled on a lounger, thought she could relax a little at least. Those first of many holiday photos joined the countless others she had taken whilst documenting (and continued to record) her son’s progress under his ‘nappy routine’. From those initial weepy eyes and padded bottom and the surprise to find himself wearing a nappy in the first place, to watching him unobserved, as she recorded innocent play with various toys. Of course during the process there had been some tremendous tantrums and arguments but, and this was the main thrust, Claire had seen a remarkable change in her son and one she regarded as positive. One day, maybe soon (or maybe not), she’ll show Robbie her catalogue of images and videos of how she and her hubby claimed him back. She’d been painstaking in her recording of these developments. Often leaving her phone propped up and just documenting all that happened. Robbie wasn’t aware of what she was doing so it was all ‘natural’. A twelve-year-old wearing a nappy may seem cruel and unnatural but, as she scrutinised some of the more recent photographs, there was undoubtedly a more accepting expression from her boy. A couple of times she’d captured changing his messy nappy and him hardly reacting as she wiped him clean, rubbed in lotion and sprinkled on baby powder before pinning on thick padding and pulling up translucent plastic pants. He’d stand there for a moment whilst she smoothed out the contours and pressed out excess air, then with a final pat on his slinky bottom, off he’d go to play or find something else to occupy his time. There was definitely something evangelical about Claire’s attitude. The more she pampered and powdered him, the more certain she was that he would come to see just how much good she was doing. Running alongside that there was a strange dichotomy going on in her head, never mind her son’s. She was, at the same time, very protective of his vulnerability but yet liked it if people knew her boy was wearing nappies. Subconsciously (or not), she’d made sure all his clothes, although smart, could reveal what was underneath if he didn’t take care of his posture. Glimpses of his padding as he sat or stood or ran were always a possibility and she was surprised that so few people noticed. Of course she always told him that no one would notice but it continued to fill her with delight when she discovered each unintended childish display. Before all this it had been difficult for Claire to take the loss of her pre-teen son to others (his gang) or the simple fact he was getting older and drifting away but had been determined to intervene in that. She had become extreme in her efforts to get him back, and not only get him back but have that pride she always felt because he was such a sweet and polite child. As Thomas saw the changes in his son he began to think that nappies had served their purpose so were no longer needed. However, Claire was adamant that it was the simple fact he was back in nappies that had led to this incredible turnaround in their son. She pointed out that despite everything, he’d decided he’d rather wear a nappy then confess to his ‘misdeeds’ and that this form of punishment was getting results so saw no reason to change what they were doing. Her strength of character meant she wasn’t prepared to let go anytime soon and that resolve made her hubby follow her lead. She was hoping that this holiday would cement his acceptance of the situation once and for all. These days she was less bothered about those ‘crimes’ and ‘anti-social’ things he’d done at school or with his gang – he was now back to being her sweet, adorable boy, and she loved him all the more for being so. She believed wholeheartedly that he would want the things he once had - the unreserved love, the constant attention, the closeness and contact that a genuinely loving family had. She had come to believe (and be obsessed by) what they were doing was for the absolute best and was also certain that he would, given those loving parameters, want the same. Although at times she’d seen distress in her son’s eyes, she hoped that it was just a process, a way for him to get to the point where she assumed he was now... acquiescence. Alas, she didn’t know that in Robbie’s head there were many things he had to deal with; dread of being found out wearing nappies, the fear of being strapped or physically hurt (THWACK!) and the terror of his real offence being discovered Each and every one were all part of the actual motivation behind his reluctant acceptance of the situation. Being twelve meant he wasn’t worldly or sophisticated enough to ignore or rationalise many of the dire thoughts that crept into his head. He’d felt grown up and in control when he had the gang around, but now, as things had turned out, not so much. All these things connected and as became clear, although he may not have liked it, wearing a nappy was the least of those problems. In fact, whilst he wore a nappy his parents were attentive and complimentary, although there were various restrictions that meant he couldn’t be a normal lad his age. However, knowing how much his parents cared about him had made a difference. He hated that it had taken him wearing protection to appreciate that point but could see the drift apart had been totally caused by him in the first place. So, that was yet another thing to add to all the other stuff he had to cope with going on in his brain - guilt about not loving and valuing his family enough. Separately, mum was very positive and had begun to think that she might be able to publish an online article, including photo and video evidence, on how they successfully won their son back from the ‘edge’. Spurred on by similar articles she’d read online from other parents of difficult teens, she was confident others would gain from her family’s experience. Though of the opinion that they were over the worst and from now on it was just a matter of Robbie accepting the current, loving situation, she knew that her job was by no means complete. This part of the process was all very tentative but she did want to know how others would react. ~ Looking over at her two boys (as she mentally called her hubby and son) they looked like they had immediately slipped into ‘fun time’ and were goading each other into getting in the water first. “Look,” said dad, “there’s a few kiddies floating about... so it can’t be that cold.” It was true, in fact there were all ages engaged in using the cooling water for a variety of activities. Despite knowing he wanted to keep on the good side of dad the temptation was just too much – so, when he wasn’t looking Robbie stole an opportunity and stealthily crept up behind and pushed him in. It was a most undignified entrance as dad surfaced gasping for air and looking around to find the culprit who’d quite sensibly dived in and was now surfacing at the other side of the pool away from his father’s possible reprisals. Claire was giggling because she’d seen the whole thing develop and enjoyed the look of surprise her hubby had on his face as he emerged spluttering. She also wondered if the fact he’d not been wearing a nappy had made Robbie a bit more self-confident and thus might be defeating what they’d built up. Or was it just the normal actions of a twelve-year-old boy having fun on holiday? However, she’d noticed that Robbie was chuckling like a naughty school boy as he pushed dad in but there was no hint of revenge. She patted her large bag that lay beside her in the full knowledge that there were several disposables ready should she feel that Robbie needed to recommence his nappy routine. He had been warned on more than one occasion in the past and it still applied even here, that if he stepped out of line, she’d change him in full public view. ~ The pool was quite cool but after the heat and sweat of travel came as a welcome relief. The neoprene shorts felt weird and apart from one little kid being held in the kiddie pool by his mother, he was the only one wearing such swimwear. He hoped, amongst the variety of swimwear, it wouldn’t set him too much apart and not make him look like he needed ‘special pants’ to go swimming in. He was also trying to work out how anyone could wear a disposable under the neoprene because it was quite tight. Just as he was contemplating his predicament another boy around his age swam up and started chatting... in German. “Erm, sorry, Je ne parle pas... erm...” he realised that speaking French was also no good because that was all he knew. “I don’t speak... ermm” “Ah Inglish, yes?” The blond boy with amazingly clear blue eyes seemed happy to try out his English.” “Mmm, yes, sorry...” Robbie was intrigued as to how a lad from a foreign country could speak English so well, which of course made it easier for him but still... it was a pretty useful ability to have. “You speak English goothhh,” he said as a wave of cold pool water splashed into his mouth. He coughed and tried to regain his composure. “I’m Robbie,” he announced, whilst the German boy admitted to Karl. “As I was saying, you speak English pretty well.” He said as he shivered slightly still getting used to the cool water. “We learn Inglish at school and most of the music I like is in Inglish so... we learn all the time.” Karl explained with confidence. “I like to speak Inglish.” “Well, you speak it better than most of the people I know,” He smiled at his attempt at a complement to his new friend. “I’m afraid I only know... well... you heard the little bit of French and even that I wasn’t sure of...” Karl smiled and asked if Robbie had been to this place before. “No, this is our first time visiting Portugal, we’re in that room up there.” And pointed out the top floor and where they were staying. “Your view must be amazing, yes?” Robbie nodded proudly as Karl continued, “We are on the fifth floor but we can see the pool and the palm trees along the beach.” “Well, it’s just me, mum and dad up there... who are you with?” “Ah, mutter, farter (Robbie smiled at this pronunciation) and my sister Anna and brotter, erm brother Leo. He’s over there in the little pool in the yellow shorts.” Robbie searched the kiddie pool where Karl was pointing and noticed a young, very lovely, blonde girl helping a small blond child in billowing yellow shorts, wearing orange armbands learn to swim. “Is that your sister with him?” He said with more than a hint of desire, which probably wasn’t the correct way to speak about someone on first meeting. “Erm, she looks, erm, ummm, happy.” He was lost for words. Karl nodded but missed his new friend’s lustful undertone. His sister was a stunning, almost sixteen-year-old, who was fast becoming a beautiful and shapely young woman. Before he could embarrass himself further Robbie suggested that they swim over to the other side of the pool where there were other boys chucking a ball around and hoping to join in the fun. As Robbie swam next to his friend his new and slightly uncomfortable rubberised shorts were hiding his youthful, inappropriate and quite involuntary excited shame. ~ He wouldn’t admit to anyone but the same thing happened with the hotel receptionist. However, his thick damp nappy held a well-covered semi-aroused penis awkwardly so it couldn’t react properly. Thankfully, it had only happened a couple of times when his mum had changed him and she took no notice, pushing it down as she pinned him tightly into the fresh padding. Having said that, access with the padding and tight plastic pants had made things difficult when it did happen and he could do very little about it. He was finding the whole, growing up, having urges and wearing a nappy, very frustrating. Meanwhile, he tried to distract himself by joining in the game but, every time he looked over to the kiddie pool, she was there, looking gorgeous, laughing and splashing around with her little brother. He envied that small boy. Excitingly, it was almost like they’d been friends for ages as Robbie and Karl got involved with the ever-growing group of like-minded kids chucking a ball around. It reminded Robbie of back being in a gang. ~ The Gang – Throughout his primary schooling Robbie was happy just to plod along. He did quite well in class and loved playing games, especially football and rugby where he was in both school teams. In the final junior year things changed because he became infatuated with one of the school’s ‘bad boys’ Mally. Because they were in different classes up until that year Robbie and Mally had very little contact with each other. Of course he knew of Mally, everyone did, but oddly, for a school that size, their paths just never seem to have crossed. Mally’s only interest seemed in being a bully and as disruptive as possible, whereas Robbie was engrossed in sport. However, one day, when Year 6 were having lunch, Robbie’s cheese and tomato sandwiches had been smeared with Marmite, something he detested. The problem was down to dad who loved that mix and had that morning been on sandwich-making duty and had forgotten his son’s dislike of such a heady flavour. As he wasn’t going to eat them, and he didn’t want to throw them away, he simply asked if anyone fancied taking them off his hands. When Mally, who had no food for lunch, heard the call he was quickly in demanding them. “No, take them you’ll be doing me a favour,” Robbie pushed them towards the school bully. The place had gone silent (like it does in all the best school movies) as this little scene played out. They expected Mally to make a scene and ridicule or threaten Robbie, instead he pulled up a chair and ate the lot. After, and feeling quite full, he nodded to his benefactor and to everyone’s surprise chatted amiably to each other. Mally, even for such a young lad, was a rough and edgy individual who didn’t make or seek friends, so this was an event that had the entire school watching – from a distance. However, the chat was nothing spectacular but it had caught Robbie unaware and found himself captivated by the impact a lad barely two months older than him had on the rest of the school. Mally had appreciated the food and the extra juice a beguiled Robbie also let him have, finished their conversation by complimenting Robbie on scoring the goal that had won the school a recent inter-schools game. “Thanks, but it’s all down to the team.” He demurred casually. “You can’t score a goal without your team.” Mally eyed him for a few seconds. “Mmmm, you might be right... come and meet my ‘team’.” After that, they were firm, if unlikely, friends and to Robbie’s surprise he discovered that, by association, he was feared, respected but became eager to prove himself to his new found mates. It was perhaps unusual for a boy Mally’s age to have such power but, there was no doubt about it, he was looked on with awe by the other kids in the playground and with complete annoyance by the teachers. That was the start of Robbie’s decline in attitude both in the classroom and at home. Mally, Iggy and Ponty (from school), later he met Joe, Zeger and Tom (from a different school but the same troubled neighbourhood as the others) none of them were from Robbie’s side of town. In fact, for the most, they thought him a geeky swotty twat but, because of Mally and his leadership in all things, was eventually accepted into the gang but pressured continually to prove himself worthy. Robbie was totally smitten by Mally but only finally accepted by all when he, as an eleven-year-old schoolboy (and wearing his uniform) faced the ultimate challenge. To the total disbelief of the others he not only accepted the dare but scarily (even for those watching) took it to an exceedingly high level. It was a stupid and reckless thing to do, and not without consequences, which the rest of the gang couldn’t believe. He’d passed the test leaving the small group of twelve-year-olds stunned but alas, not without a guilty conscience that Robbie found difficult to shake off. The gang knew what he’d ‘accomplished’ but no one else. “What happens in the gang stays in the gang,” Mally had intimidated. Ashamedly, and bearing more guilt than any twelve-year-old could be expected to manage, Robbie kept schtum. ~ It was really nice for Robbie to be back mixing with other kids, as for the last couple of weeks wearing a nappy, he’d kept more or less to himself. Karl was good company and after they’d joined in the game with a bunch of other excited and noisy kids they swam off to chat more about their mutual interest, football. Karl supported his hometown team called Mainz in the Bundesliga, a team Robbie knew nothing about, whilst he was a keen supporter of Liverpool FC, who Karl did know about and said they were his “...favourite Inglish team.” Because of that alone it meant they were already firm friends and again Robbie was impressed by the knowledge his new friend had about the English Premiership. ~ In the meantime, back at the sun-loungers Claire rubbed in some Factor30 into her hubby’s pale skin and left him to relax in the sun whilst she went to reception to ask about a ‘nappy disposable’ bin. Relieved that it was the same girl who’d booked them in, and knowing she spoke pretty good English, Claire tentatively asked if they had such a thing. “Yes, no problem,” the receptionist smiled, “we can have one taken to your room. It will be there when you return.” “Oh, thank you, erm, Gracias... sorry... I mean obrigada” She nodded, “If you need anything please just ask and we’ll do our best,” she spoke in flawless English but with that lovely friendly Portuguese accent. “There is a pharmacy in the next street if you need anything further for you son.” “Ah, good to know, erm, obrigada again... um... how did you know they were for my son?” “Sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you...” “No, no, no you didn’t embarrass me I just wondered what...” She indicated around her waist “I noticed his, ummm, fraldas, ummm full nappy? when I fastened his wristband. Sorry.” “No don’t apologise, he has to wear one so no harm done. While I’m here, what exactly does his wristband allow him to do?” “Ahh, the green and white means he has access to soft drinks and can attend any Under 12s event – like supervised games time from 10am through to noon every morning in the play area, although it is open all day for them but afraid it’s not supervised then. Or he can attend the Junior Disco for the Under 12s, that’s a fun thing to do. It has volunteers supervising every Monday and Friday usually from 2pm to 4pm but sometimes we run it earlier if there is an event in the evening that needs to be set up. Activities and times are posted daily on the noticeboard”. She looked behind her and reached for a leaflet with all the information on it. “Sorry you should have had one of these in your info pack...” she handed it to her, “It gives you all you need to know about the different coloured wristbands and to what they give access.” Claire wasn’t being dumb, she knew when they booked that they had different tariffs if you wanted All-In, Half Board, Breakfast or Room Only but there were other facilities and activities that were available which could be paid for in advance. That’s where the different coloured wristbands came into use, indicating what you could access without having to explain every time. “Oh yes, thank, erm thanks, erm, I think we might have this already I just hadn’t got around to reading everything yet... there seems so much to do here.” “Yes,” the receptionist beamed, “it’s a lovely town and there is Festa tomorrow night down in the old harbour with fireworks, which I’m sure you son will enjoy.” “Mmmm, a festa... fiesta?” she said taking another proffered leaflet, “I’m sure he will, erm, thank you for these,” and waved the leaflets at her, “and thank, erm, obrigada for organising an extra bin.” Claire was quite relieved she didn’t have to explain too much about why her twelve-year-old son was wearing a nappy but was strangely pleased that the receptionist had noticed. The disposable she’d just got rid of was in fact very full and wondered if the poor girl had caught an unintended whiff of his pee when she’d fastened the wristband on but was too polite to mention it. She was pleased that she remembered that obrigada was Portuguese for ‘thanks’ but it was also the only Portuguese word she knew. She also wondered if the girl had thought Robbie was under ten, which tickled her a bit but wasn’t going to dissuade her if she did. She intended for him to enjoy ALL the facilities that the Atlantico had to offer and that included the supervised games and play area. Since returning Robbie to nappies Claire’s mind (and not for the first time) had gone in a slightly different direction. Of course she thought hubby and her were doing the right thing but also saw it as the opportunity for a new start. Her head had been filled with a multitude of possibilities, which would slide into her deliberations and become the main inspiration, only for it to be replaced by what could be an even better one. She hoped that whichever one (or two or three) she settled on would be to everyone’s benefit. In the last couple of weeks, and perhaps unintentionally, she’d thought of Robbie as much younger than his real age. Because of his juvenile padding it had happened almost organically - that having her son thought of as younger than he actually was made her feel younger herself. None of this had been in their plans and although Thomas was unaware of his wife’s current frame of mind, it made her smile as a she slipped effortlessly into that role of appearing to be a ‘young mother’. The receptionist smiled warmly as Claire, with a spring in her step, headed back to the pool. As she sauntered through the large marble atrium she wondered if the girl was the only one who’d noticed Robbie’s padding or if there were others who’d observed the smartly dressed young English boy arrive packing padding? There was a ‘help yourself’ kiosk offering cool drinks just inside the large glass doors of reception and thought it would be a good idea to grab a few bottles of water and juice on their way back up to their room. She took a quick peek and was delighted at the selection on offer. Making it back to poolside with her head full of these considerations she found Thomas fast asleep on the lounger but their son nowhere to be seen. # tbc #

Thanks guys I always appreciate any and all feed back. Please stay with Robbie and his family because there's a great deal more for him to discover about himself. 😊

Unfortunately, yours is not the path these parents have decided to take. They have a son, a child who, as far as they're concerned needs to be reminded that is just what he is. What could be more emphatic to push that point than being made to wear a nappy? It may not be the best idea but it's one they've decided on. Hugs

Part 5 It was 5am when Robbie was awakened from deep sleep and urged to get up. He’d been very excited the night before and it had taken him quite some time to drop off so was still very sleepy when mum came to rouse him. She threw back his bedding to make sure he was fully awake and noticed, from the heavy urine smell, that as usual he’d soaked his nappy but had yet to mess it. Meanwhile, Robbie hoped he’d wake up dry just to prove a point but alas no. Over the past few nights he’d wet only when awake, he wanted to be in control, but, well, it took him a moment to register his damp condition, and, as his mum encouraged him to get out of bed, found himself humbled. The willpower he wanted to exhibit was just an illusion. He hoped (if that was the correct word), that the sogginess was down to being overly stimulated about this holiday and not that he was now a true bed-wetter. The truth, which he was trying to deny, was that now he had to wear a nappy all the time, and use it, he’d begun to do so without much thought. He hated it, the bulky damp material bunching up between his legs, but had to admit that his parents were very attentive and wasn’t left for too long in a waterlogged state. However, even if it wasn’t instantly changed, the weight of a sopping wet nappy was even more of a reminder that he was in fact, as his mother would often remind him, a ‘naughty boy’ who was being punished. Still, at 5am he was a bit groggy but knew they had to be at the airport a few hours earlier than departure to get through checks and passport control and the taxi to take them there had been booked for 6am. “It’s okay love,” his mother saw his disappointment but tried to soothe him, “the nappy takes care of these things, so no harm done.” She gave a comforting smile whilst also stroking his head reassuringly. From that first day when he’d been returned to wearing a nappy to his now strange acceptance of his situation, Claire had known exactly how she wanted her son to be and how he should dress. The way Robbie’s plastic pants molded themselves around his soaked nappy producing a slick and shiny cover had never lessened being a lovely sight to her. It meant the cover was doing its job by protecting the bed from any leaks and keeping her boy’s padding in place. There was nothing about such a sight that she didn’t find endearing. He felt he’d let himself down, as if the world had conspired to make him less of a twelve-year-old and more of a ‘tweeny’. Tears, which in the recent past wouldn’t have been far away, were no more - just a simple sniff of recognition to what had happened and let mum get on with the job. He wasn’t too sure why this one wet morning, against so many previous wet mornings, had affected him to such an extent, but it had. Possibly that as they were about to depart for Portugal, he hoped that the use of such juvenile underwear would no longer be the case. “You see sweetheart,” she ran her hands over the slinky plastic, “a nappy is a good thing for such occasions so, even when you’re least expecting it, it can come to the rescue. Now, have a quick shower and I’ll be waiting when you get back... don’t worry love, we have this covered.” As usual mum was putting a positive spin on it, but it missed the target. Disappointedly he made his way to the bathroom, threw the heavy soaked terry fabric into the sink and eased himself under the warm spray. Whilst in the area mum claimed the sopping material and took it off to soak, she didn’t want to leave a smelly nappy lying around for the couple of weeks they’d be away. ~ Perhaps in this day and age, and possibly counterintuitively, Claire had loved her growing boy being back in nappies. She liked all the extra work and enjoyed the smell of freshly washed terry cloth nappies she’d dried out on the washing line. The clear plastic pants were thick, crinkly, effective and durable but now craved a bit of colour in her, and therefore, her boy’s life. An occasional colourful cover would soon form part of his nappy regime... and the festive spirit of the holiday seemed a perfect time to start. Robbie knew none of that and a few minutes later, refreshed and feeling a little better (he’d sneakily used the toilet for a quick dump whilst mum was busy) he arrived back at his bedroom to find she was waiting with travel clothes already set out. She guessed he would have used the toilet but it was really a ruse to save time, she still had his ‘underwear’ covered. To his irritation there appeared to be a disposable and pair of pale blue plastic pants waiting for him. “Oh mum,” he moaned and pointed accusingly, “surely I don’t have to wear those to travel in....” “Well why not sweetheart?” She asked knowing that a twelve-year old’s tantrum was about to become a reality. “The journey can be long, with queues and possible delays, you’ll be glad of some protection I can assure you.” It’s not like airports don’t have toilets he thought but decided to say nothing because... “But, but...” He was desperately trying to act like a proper teenager who didn’t need a nappy but... THWACK!... his mind had other thoughts. It was weird because as soon as he thought about protesting that mental image of physical punishment sent it scattering and all he could ‘feel’ was the phantom blow on his bare posterior. “Haven’t you just used your nappy?” His mother asked pleasantly trying to reinforce the fact as nicely as possible that since wearing a nappy it had proved useful on several occasions. This was where the two didn’t see eye-to-eye; she thought they helped him when he peed (lovely protection), he thought if he wasn’t made to wear a nappy then he wouldn’t be peeing in it. Like Robbie knew from the beginning, they didn’t accept the fact it was their fault for returning him to wearing a nappy. This, as they reiterated time after time, was all down to him. “You continue to believe that none of this is because of what you’ve done,” she’d shake her head, “but until you accept your responsibility, and acknowledge the reasons why this is all your fault, you’ll simply stay wearing your lovely padding.” He knew where any such argument was going but even so, didn’t want to wear any padding on holiday. Somehow she made him doubt that this wasn’t normal so therefore it was perfectly common for him to be wearing such thick insulation. “Muuumm,” he whined, “when will I be out of this...?” She just shook her head and smiled whilst flapping out the disposable to let air get into it. These days, for her at least, keeping her boy padded was the most natural thing in the world. Whilst she was doing that, instead of the usual compliant boy, the twelve-year-old with attitude raised his head for old time’s sake and was determined that this should all finish NOW. “Mum, I’m not wearing one of those whilst we’re away... it’ll be too hot and... and...” seizing an opportunity, “I thought you were dead against disposables for ecological reasons... seems that...” “Oh love,” she shook her head as if the poor boy hadn’t grasped anything, “these are for your benefit to travel in. Less bulk and less obvious but, if you prefer the nice thick fabric ones I’m sure I can accommodate your preference.” The way she seemed so concerned left him a bit confused – did she really think that he preferred to wear a thick fabric nappy? “Er, oh, ermmm, well, ummm...” He dithered; he really didn’t want to wear a nappy at the start of the holiday. She listened to his stuttering argument, whilst at the same time gently manipulating and stretching the small flat object as it became much larger and a more substantial item for him but nowhere near the size of a fabric nappy. “Well love, we’re on a tight schedule and you can get ready now and do as you’re told or... we can go without you.” A sulky Robbie was shocked at her immediate reply and certainly didn’t want to miss his vacation but nor did he want to wear padding to travel in. Thinking he could win this by telling her to leave him on his own was a bad move. She called his bluff. “So, you’re not coming then?” She wanted confirmation. “No, not if I have to wear them...” he said folding his arms and nodding in the direction of the expanded disposable and plastic pants. He was unsure if this was the right track to take but he’d started down that road and didn’t feel he could turn back. “Okay then” and she picked up her phone, “I’ll just call granny and you can stay with her whilst we’re gone. I’ll let her know about the nappy rule so you’ll be wearing them there whilst we’re away no matter what. Also, she has things around the house that need doing so you can help with them as well. Ah, morning mother...” ~ He knew from past experience that granny was firm but not fair, demanding and didn’t suffer children’s moods very well at all. A couple of weeks in her care would not have been a holiday or much fun so immediately grabbed the hated object from his mother’s hand and acquiesced to her instructions. “Ah, just to say our farewells and remind you we’ll be gone for two weeks so, if you could pop in occasionally and check for post and stuff that would be ideal.” Robbie didn’t hear the conversation from his granny’s side because he was already being lotioned and powdered. In just a few moments a defeated and totally submissive Robbie was wearing a lovely comfortable disposable; the more absorbent but lighter material taped tightly in place. Because of his little ‘rebellion’ she added an extra soaker pad to make it thicker and, having done so thought the new blue plastic pants looked even better stretched as they were; very shiny and appealing to the eye if they were to be seen. Although she didn’t want to embarrass her son just for the sake of it, she thought they looked splendid but pulled up a sensible pair of pale blue thigh-length shorts to cover them. If he had to wear shorts, he would have preferred knee length like his beach shorts. Alas, though he didn’t know it yet, all his mother packed were thigh length and shorter shorts. However, despite his initial resistance, there was no denying that her boy was now well-padded so he’d just have to cope. He stood in front of his mum like a thoroughly chastised naughty little boy. She thought he looked adorable wearing just his disposable and plastic pants, whilst his sulky, defeated demeanour added the final touch. She couldn’t get over how he’d gone from a verbose and annoying pre-teen to a slightly timid and compliant little kiddie. She knew she had the advantage so wanted to make sure he knew it as well. “Now Robbie, I don’t want to go through this every time so, are we clear that you’ll do and wear what we request without further argument?” She waited for him to nod but it took some time for it to percolate through that once he agreed there would be no going back. “The plan is for a lovely, relaxing holiday for all of us and we don’t need you to be belligerent or fussy. If that’s you plan think again. I need to hear you say you’ll do as we say... or you can go and stay with granny.” THWACK! It was just the thought of granny applying the strap, which he knew she’d have no problem with. Hesitantly but with that awful mental image he felt he had little choice, so finally submitted “Yes mum, I’ll do as I’m told.” “Good boy and the correct decision. We didn’t want to leave you behind because we think this will be good for you... for all of us.” She ruffled his damp hair and sent him off to comb it back into place. “Now then, the padding is guaranteed to absorb more than your fabric protection so, we shouldn’t need to change you as often.” She patted his freshly nappied bum and gave him a smile that radiated warmth and pride, which for a second Robbie felt quite pleased to receive. Once again she just thought he looked so damned adorable. ~ Claire had been most insistent when she helped him dress that he should wear what she decided. He didn’t know why she’d chosen, what he felt was a fairly juvenile outfit; the short, thigh-length blue shorts and matching polo shirt and light zippy-up jacket but the thought of being forced to stay at grandma’s house made him hold his tongue. His mother had simply said that he looked very handsome and “summery” and of course his parents dressed smartly as well. After all, they were equally excited about the trip. “This is the first time since you were a baby that we’ve taken a holiday abroad so we want to look our best.” She’d said taking great care in getting him ready. “You look fantastic,” she added checking how the padding looked, whilst brushing his shoulders of any imaginary fluff, “a credit to us all.” Despite these fine words Robbie was still a bit gloomy. There was no way in a month of Sundays, as a nearly teen, he’d ever want to wear what he was forced into now. Not that there was anything fundamentally wrong it was just ‘uncool’ even if it was something ‘summery’. However, the fact that it was almost time to leave – dad going through the check list to make sure everything was accounted for - the excitement of the trip was now real. The taxi beeped its horn. He had packed his case the night before and was all set to make the most of this holiday in the sun and the anticipation built another notch. So, despite having to wear a bulky disposable he didn’t put up any further argument. Besides, over the past few days he’d been on his best behaviour and his parent’s attitude had certainly been positive, so maybe, this was the final test before they got to their destination. ~ Without further comment they were able to be on their way to the airport on time. Astonishingly, throughout the taxi ride he thought the new disposable felt less intrusive and much more comfy than the fabric ones he’d had to get used to over the last couple of weeks. They drove past a church that had a sign outside that offered – TEA AND A LISTENING EAR – and wondered if the place got many lads his age in discussing wearing a nappy? His thoughts ranged over a few topics as the taxi moved closer to their destination. His hand absentmindedly rubbing the subtle mound in the front of his shorts. Of course he wasn’t totally happy, and, once they arrived at the airport, the knowledge of what he was wearing made him overly self-conscious, especially his slight shuffle as he pulled his wheelie luggage through to the check-in desk. The place was packed but thankfully the checking–in line wasn’t too long. However, there were other kids booking in, excitedly and noisily scrutineering fellow travellers. Most were casually dressed, whilst few others were as smart as his little group. He searched around the huge busy and noisy departure lounge but could see no one, not even anyone younger than him, dressed like he was. He thought he looked like an eight-year-old schoolboy, whilst mum and dad just glowed with pride (partly that was because that’s exactly what he did look like and they were more than happy with that image). There had been times since his return to wearing nappies, that his anxiety levels had left him with a rapidly beating heart and bizarrely bowel and bladder problems. The fact mum and dad were so positive had meant he was able to relax, even when he knew he should be horrified at what he’d become. The constant “You’ve brought this on yourself” had made an impact and at times he believed it and so accepted his juvenile position. Sometime his unintended acceptance of the situation was swamped by his need to rebel but then the usual worry about everything would kick in and he was back to another anxiety attack. These were causing more pee-spurts than he realised, so he had a damp nappy, even if he wasn’t yet aware of that fact. However, now he was away from home and travelling to a foreign country and surrounded by loads of happy, carefree people got him thinking. The fact that even if no one else knew, he knew that under his shorts there was childish padding and pair of rustling plastic pants, made him feel like he was just a little kid. Whether he liked it or not his parents approved of this look and kept up a barrage of compliments, which eventually began to please and relax Robbie as they moved through the airport. Their constant praise (and gentle reinforcement) relieved some of his anxiety and was therefore quite grateful for it. “You look very smart son,” his dad smiled his comment, “we like this new look very much... it suits you.” Strangely, and forgetting he thought he looked like an eight-year-old, because it was his father who’d said it, he felt particularly thrilled with the spontaneous praise and blushed. He caught sight of his reflection in a window and did a re-take – perhaps, all things considered, it didn’t look as bad as he at first thought. ~ Most of the clothes he’d packed included his favourite t-shirts with Death Rap singer’s lyrics, violent imagery or rude words all over them, which mum had decided were not welcome on this trip. This was going to be a lovely family holiday so she’d invested in a completely different wardrobe; a chance to reclaim their son and give him a different, more pleasing appearance. The new clothes she’d bought were perhaps a little less ‘teenage cool” than she’d thought they were in the shop. Needless to say Robbie hadn’t been on that particular shopping expedition with Claire figuring he wouldn’t be able to complain if he had no options. The wheelie case he’d brought to the airport had, unknown by him, been emptied of all the clothes he’d packed - with an eye to being one of the ‘cool kids with attitude’ when they went anywhere. Alas it had all been replaced by a new set of his mother’s choosing. Also, something else he didn’t know was that in the case was an initial pack of colourful disposables that she intended for him to wear whenever they went anywhere apart from the beach. His favourite baggie beach shorts had also been replaced with a colourful neoprene swim shorts, which if he wanted to go in the pool, sea or on the beach he’d have to wear. There was room for a nappy under them. There was also a rubber sheet (just in case) and, because he’d complained that it felt like his packed nappy was occasionally falling down, a couple of short colourful onesies to help hold his padding in place. All this was going to be a surprise for Robbie once they were at the resort. Prior to departure Claire had done her research and checked out what local pharmacies and supermarkets carried by way of youth-sized disposables and was happy to see that her preferences could be accommodated. However, there had been a sale online where she bought some disposables and thick fleecy nappies for the future (unbeknownst to Robbie) and was pleased that they’d included a couple of free packs of colourful plastic pants, which she included in his case. So, all in all, was happy that she had most eventualities covered. Claire hadn’t admitted it to her husband but she was enjoying this treatment of their son more than expected. Seeing him now becoming a polite, smart boy with a nice haircut and no attitude had made him, because of the smooth lines of his nappy, appear much younger than he was. She was determined that they were enjoying the benefits of what could be done if you took the time to parent your kid properly. Maybe it took a bit of effort but thought it worthwhile. ~ For the moment, and completely oblivious of all this, and with his parent’s obvious good spirits and constant gestures of approval (he had been warned that any temper tantrums or arguments would mean he’d spend the entire holiday wearing just a nappy so that everyone would know his secret) he decided to make the best of the circumstances and try to enjoy the experience of air travel. As mum had pointed out he’d been on a plane before but was only a baby so didn’t remember anything about it. He failed to see the absurdity that then, as now, he was wearing a nappy. However, try as he might to remain ‘cool’ he was quite excited about flying and found the entire process fascinating. Animatedly, he stood at the large picture window that looked out over the runway and loved seeing all the planes, in their different livery, coming and going. He couldn’t wait to board himself and hoped he’d have a window seat. His mother appreciated just how enthusiastic he was watching all the comings and goings and actually saw him jumping up and down with excitement like a little kid when a particularly large aircraft pulled up close to the window. This became undeniable when she looked further along the window and noticed a little six-year-old, wearing jeans and a t-shirt that had a Simba cub on the front, who was acting in exactly the same unfettered way. Seeing the two reacting in such a similar way made her chuckle and feel that maybe getting her sweet little boy back was not going to be as difficult as at first she and her hubby imagined it might be. She loved Robbie’s current playful, excitable nature and only hoped it wasn’t caused purely by the excitement of the airport. She had no trouble at all letting him be childish whilst he wore his nappy. In fact, she wondered if she could extend that response simply by encouraging that juvenile side of his hopefully developing youthful spirit. Under the guise of checking her phone she recorded his excitement, it was another wonderful image to commit to the memory bank, as well as the rapidly growing video and photo folder. “Is this ours?” He called out to her, eyes wide at the prospect. “Afraid not sweetie, that’s a long-haul flight ours is a smaller plane but...” he looked disappointedly back to the plane but his mother noticed that his shorts had rode up and the edge of his shiny blue plastic pants could be seen. She zoomed in for a moment. Claire’s heart bubbled over with love and approval. With those little peaks of plastic, his nappy nicely rounding the contours of his shorts, in his current state Robbie had never been more endearing. It was one of the “Aaahhhs” in appreciation moments – she thought how innocently adorable he appeared - but not wishing any embarrassment called him over and covertly pulled at his shorts to cover things up. She caressed his padded bum, it was an act that she’d enjoyed since first putting him back into nappies, then whispered what a good boy he was being. The way he dressed was very important to her. The clothes and stance he’d adopted prior to being returned to wearing nappies always seemed to carry some sort of threat. Anger, disdain, hate and violence, even if alien to Robbie, was etched onto the messages of his preferred clothing. She was definite that would end and so, this new, mummy approved clothing was thought more appropriate. Meanwhile, he seemed to miss the reference to being ‘a good boy’ or else he was just so used to being treated as he was the words didn’t seem out of place. In fact, this was very much what his parents were hoping for - although in truth it was Claire who was now the driving force to get him into a phase of being happy and reliant on them, appreciating all they did, whilst he maintained a sweet, juvenile attitude and appearance. There had been many similar occasions when, because he’d simply forgotten about or got used to wearing them, his padding was really quite noticeable. The waistband of his plastic pants might end up on show after he’d been crawling around whilst at play, or his expanded padded bulge became apparent as he sat down unaware that such soggy padding made it that bit more evident. These moments, when he just was ‘unworldly little Robbie’ were what she wanted, and so far - so good - and had it on camera to prove it. Of course, at the same time she was also secretly checking if he needed a change because in her tote bag there were a couple of disposables, just in case. There was little or no expansion to his padding so, he seemed fine and was so engaged in what was going on around him hadn’t spotted the unobtrusive inspection she’d just made. Nevertheless, she’d chosen this style of disposable because of its capacity and knew, with the extra soaker pad, that if he did pee, then it was able to soak up a great deal before a replacement would be needed. It would expand, and his shorts would get a good deal tighter but knew that at least there’d be no leaks, of this she was sure. Whilst waiting for their flight dad had been to the café and returned with two coffees and a couple of cartons of juice for Robbie. They hadn’t had much chance of breakfast before they left so the bacon rolls he also brought back were hungrily devoured. As a family they cut quite a tableau. Whereas most other families wore casual clothing, were a bit noisy and a bit ‘common’, they on the other hand, looked like they’d been hired to simply improve the image of the budget airline they were travelling with. However, they did get loads of smiles and nods of approval from some of the older travellers. Perhaps weirdly Robbie was sitting content in his nappy – it was thick yet comfortable and, apart from the more rounded areas at the front and seat of his shorts, hardly showed at all. The padding making sitting around on those inexplicably uncomfortable airport chairs a little more pleasant. ~ Once on-board, Robbie took the window seat next to mum, whilst dad had the aisle seat. Meanwhile, the twelve-year-old was oddly enthusiastic about the prospect of take-off and as the plane built up speed down the runway, felt himself peeing in excitement - the two orange juices he’d drunk prior to boarding making a hasty exit. It was only when the ‘ping’ of the seat belt sign went out that he realised what he’d done and felt the nappy soak up and expand slightly. He sat staring out of the window, even though the clouds had obliterated any chance of seeing the ground pass by. Meanwhile, hoped mum hadn’t noticed what he’d done or could tell by his hot-flushed face that his comfy disposable might need changing. As the flight progressed Robbie was encouraged to drink plenty of bottled water ‘to prevent dehydration’ and soon found that too was filtering through his system fairly quickly and depositing itself in the swelling material. He wasn’t sure about how much the new disposable could hold but, as it was still quite comfortable and mum had said it would absorb more than his normal fabric ones, decided not to bother his parents. In the interim, they were deeply engaged in chatting to an older couple sitting across the gangway, so, settled back down to gazing at the patchy cloud and bits of visible land they were flying over. It was quite interesting as he wondered just where they were on their three hour journey. The plane was quite full and he was amazed at how much went on with people walking up and down the aisle, the food and drink cart that trundled slowly past, the noisy announcements offering not only food but alcohol and gifts... oh, and lottery tickets. He checked the inflight mag and saw the strange array of items available to buy – on a plane six miles up in the sky – amazing. There were groups and families on the flight and everyone seemed happy and excited, well that’s what Robbie thought but wished he’d been allowed to bring his mobile so he could listen to some music instead of his fellow passengers. He engrossed himself with the various holiday articles in the In Flight magazine. “Are you wet sweetie?” His mother whispered later in the journey as she noticed the tightness at the front of his shorts and the slightly bulging plastic was visible as his shorts had ridden up and was evident down the leg. Ashamed that he’d happily wet because it was less trouble but not wanting to lie he nodded. “Don’t worry sweetheart, these are very good at absorbing loads of liquid and the plastic panties should hold everything in,” she said reassuringly tapping the bulge, “so you should be OK until we get past passport control.” The thought of waddling his way through a foreign airport didn’t appeal but there again, neither did being accompanied to the plane’s little toilet to be changed by mum. Besides, there was always a queue and he definitely didn’t want to join that – he was content where he was, pressed up against the window, all very private. He smiled weakly, “No problem... I can wait” The soft rustling sound of his plastic pants as he wriggled himself into a more comfortable position was another noise that his mother had become delighted to hear. Despite her conversations with fellow passengers Claire couldn’t help but feel for her son. Of course it had been a huge shock to him but now he was in nappies, she still thought it was what he needed. As he tried to catch up on some sleep, huddled against the plane’s window, she thought how delightful he’d become once away from those negative influences. A tear briefly came to her eye as she noticed him wriggle and once again heard the rustle of his plastic pants, the top of which appeared slightly above his waistband, all very innocent, and very child-like. What was even nicer was the way his hand gently rested on the now obvious bulge as if caressing a ‘cuddly friend’. With each passing day Claire became more and more focused on making sure Robbie didn’t lose any of his newly found (and unexpected) juvenile behaviour. He may not have noticed it but mum had and liked what she saw. Her mind, as it seemed to do on a regular basis these days, skipped back to when he was a toddler and the hours they spent just having fun together. Every day was an adventure, every game a giggle and hugs. Dad was at work so it was only the two of them, so, when he came home at night the joy they both had showing him just what they’d been up to. They were a very closeknit, loving little family and she was determined that feeling should never leave them again. Good kid gone bad, gone good again was what she wanted. Claire had been staring at him dozing and had come to the same conclusion she had once he was back wearing a nappy - her little boy had never looked more loveable and was very grateful for that fact. ~ Even though it had expanded quite significantly Robbie thought the disposable was still more comfortable to wear than the fabric nappies he wore at home. His mother had guaranteed that his tight blue plastic pants, with the thick elastic leg and waist bands, would contain any leakage and for the first time he saw the benefits of wearing a disposable. It had saved him the fuss of getting up, wobbling his way to the rear of the plane and going to the loo, with mum carrying her bag, everyone would know what was going on. The entire process would have been a bigger undertaking had he still been wearing fabric nappies. However, although total appreciation of this ‘special underwear’ was a long way off, his mum had been right - a nappy, and in this case his padded disposable, did solve some problems. Although that thought was in his head he still didn’t want to wear a nappy and was desperately hoping that after this flight and once at their villa things would somehow return to normality. What he didn’t know was that his parents were very happy with things as they were. As far as they were concerned he’d chosen wearing nappies over admitting to his multitude of transgressions. That was fine by them; his behaviour was most certainly better, he dressed smarter and, on a personal note, he looked so sweet when kitted out in a nappy. With no dubious friends to influence him, and under mum and dad’s nappy control, Robbie may not have been aware of just what a difference he now presented to the world. He may have thought he looked like a little kid, though that was mainly down to the guilt he felt knowing he had padding on under his shorts. The truth was what mum had bought him had certainly made him look younger (that was true) but also clean cut, which couldn’t be said for a lot of his fellow young passengers. Throughout the flight she wondered if any of the other parents had padded up their offspring to save going to the toilet but judging by the queue outside the plane’s facilities, perhaps not. When she’d got Robbie ready for the journey that morning, and after the minor tantrum, she took delight in making sure his disposable was thick enough to contain any wetting but also how nice and smooth he looked once his genitals had been suitably encased in padding and plastic. There was something about this aspect that spoke volumes to her – it was as if she no longer needed to worry about him. He may have been twelve but that was no excuse to leave him to his own devises, he was her little boy and now, thankfully, he was protected and safe. She felt a lot more confident knowing this and appreciated that as long as he was suitably safeguarded she could keep him relatively innocent from the more callous aspects of life. This, like so many other positives she envisaged as a result of what they were doing for their son, made her pursue this course of action with even more fervour. ~ Once off the plane and through passport control Claire noticed that the disposable had expanded substantially making Robbie move with a pronounced shuffle. Although he looked cute, and the expansion had contoured to his bum nicely, which meant to the observant it would be obvious he was wearing a nappy, she didn’t want to embarrass him unnecessarily. She asked if he wanted to be changed at the airport or did he think he’d cope until they got their hotel. This came as a shock as he was under the impression they had their own villa. “We’re staying in a hotel?” He asked suspiciously. Dad was putting away their paperwork and passports and looking for the baggage area. “Yes, why do you ask?” She wondered where he thought they were staying. “I thought we were staying in that private villa we saw on the advert on TV... I’ve been telling everyone that we were staying in a glamorous villa... aren’t we...?” “Afraid not love, but the hotel is four stars so should be okay...” “But when the advert was on TV you said that’s where we were staying.” He sounded as if he’d been sold a lie. “Yes, I may have done because that’s also here in the same holiday location where we’re going...” “But I thought we’d have our own pool and private...” he sounded so downcast. “Sorry love but that would have been too expensive for us. However, the deal we’ve got at the Atlantico is pretty good. Breakfast is included and it has three pools and looks directly onto the beach so it’s all there... and has regular entertainment for kids.” She added with delight thinking this would be yet another great selling point. But he didn’t hear the last few points as he was so disappointed. The image he’d built up in his head was of private hilltop villa (like the one in the TV advert), luxurious surroundings with a private beach that only the hottest girls were allowed on. Instead, he was going to be in the company of hundreds of fellow holidaymakers... it wasn’t going to be the same. However, once out of the air-conditioned airport and stepping into the sun the heat was more than agreeable and, slipping off his jacket, was glad he was wearing shorts as his father looked absolutely roasting wearing a suit. ~ They eventually found the tour operator’s coach and within twenty-five minutes were on their way to the hotel with a host of other excited vacationers. Whilst waiting for the bus Claire had started talking to another family who just happened to be staying in the same resort. The mum and dad were about the same age as them but had a son who Robbie guessed was about seven or eight. After the holiday rep had given the welcome speech and instructed them as to drop-off procedure they chatted as the coach travelled to their destination. By the time they arrived at the hotel the two families were almost the best of friends... well the mums were. Although Robbie hadn’t said much Claire was pleased that at least he was friendly enough to the couple’s young son who appeared quite shy. She hoped that the two would team up so that they both had at least one friend they could meet up with. Darren was the boy’s name and looked very hot in the jumper and sweatpants he was wearing. Quite a contrast to the fresh looking, shorts-wearing twelve-year-old he occasionally smiled at. Robbie found it ‘funny’ as that family were dressed for the weather back home and that most of the holidaymakers had come for the sun but were now complaining about it being ‘too hot’. Some of the kids on the coach who were also overdressed and sweating were looking with envy at Robbie as he appeared relatively cool and ready to start his holiday straight away. Mum wasn’t wrong when they pulled up outside the magnificent entrance to the Atlantico, the place was busy and milling with loads of holiday makers, some so brown it was obvious that they’d been there more than a week. There was plenty of red skin as well and mum reminded Robbie that he needed to keep himself well covered in Factor30 sun-cream. As they queued at reception to get their room allocated, mum started chatting to yet another family who’d arrived on a different coach. That mum was trying to control three kids: a five year old, a seven year old and a pushchair with a toddler in it. Apparently her hubby had made his way to the bar for a ‘quick pint’ whilst she did all the booking in. She looked completely frazzled and in definite need of a holiday. Claire secretly whispered to Thomas that he better not get any ideas. He smiled, shrugged and then it was their turn at the desk. After an exchange of passports and the relative documents they were given an information pack about the hotel, local restaurants and attractions. They were also given wristbands that allowed free access to various amenities and events the hotel held throughout their stay. Mum and dad had blue wristbands whilst Robbie had a green and white stripy one, which the gorgeous young female receptionist, who smiled and had fastened it on for him, whispered that particular colour was for special guests and got the bearer into the best fun parts of the hotel. They also meant they could access some food – snacks mainly, and drink for ‘free’ throughout the day. Mum and dad’s allowed alcohol in that offer, whilst Robbie’s green and white stripy wristband meant he could have soft drinks and bottled water any time he wanted. It would also give him entry to the kids disco that operated at different times during the week, though he wasn’t told that at the time. “Here are two keycards for your room. I hope you enjoy everything that The Atlantico offers, please, if you have any questions do not hesitate to ask one of the staff,” said the attractive young receptionist with a smile and wished them a nice stay. For the first time, in a long time, Robbie blushed – she was so pretty and her sexy ‘foreign’ accent only added to her desirability. As far as he was concerned she’d smiled at him and only him, which must mean she fancied him. His blushing twelve-year-old ego made him forget about his full nappy, although she watched and shook her head from side to side in a telling way as he waddled off to the elevators. She thought what an adorable shy little boy he was, then turned her attention to the next guest booking in. ~ The room was on the twelfth and top floor, it consisted of a living room/dining area with fridge and electric kettle and off to the side a large double bedroom, the bathroom and toilet were off from that. The sofa in the living room pulled out to make a third bed, which Robbie was cheerfully informed would be where he’d be sleeping. He was disappointed that he didn’t have a bedroom to himself; however, the chief selling point was the incredible view. The large balcony would easily fit a family of four, with loungers, and looked down on the pool area, which was packed, and out onto the beautiful blue Atlantic Ocean. He may have been upset about not living in a villa, but this was a premium position and was quite awe-struck. Unfortunately once again, poor Robbie felt an excited and unanticipated spurt of pee enter his already very soaked padded disposable. “First things first,” Claire said to Thomas, “You unpack, whilst I get Robbie into a fresh nappy... poor guy must be waterlogged.” He could feel the warmth from his latest unexpected emission and became aware of his full nappy, which oddly he’d completely forgotten he was wearing since seeing the attractive receptionist. However, now he was conscious of it he wanted all this nappying to stop, after all, they were on holiday. “Mum, dad, please,” he began to plead, “can’t we just call it a day on all this, this stuff...” But mum had already started pulling down his shorts and he’d got so used to her taking charge that he didn’t even try to escape her motherly attention. He knew making a huge fuss wouldn’t get him anywhere but hoped that by complying they would take pity on him. Alas, this wasn’t the time. “Mum, pleeaaassseeee,” he was begging for some understanding. “I’ve been good, I’ve worn the nappy and crapped and peed in the thing... don’t you think that’s enough now. Can’t we get back to normal? I promise I’ll be good.” He sounded whiney and desperate. “I’ll be that good little boy you want... only please let me out of having to wear any more of these.” He grabbed at the bulging, wet padding. Taking little notice of his plea Claire pulled down his blue plastic pants and noticed that the disposable was absolutely sodden and still quite warm so knew he’d only just peed in it. She was really quite pleased he’d used it and judging by how much it had absorbed, had done so on a number of occasions. So, despite him not wanting to wear it at the outset of the journey it had proved useful. “Look love,” she pulled at the tapes, “this looks like it’s saved you from constantly going to the toilet and thankfully everything has been kept where it should be... in your nappy.” She chuckled as she pulled the bulky wet package away and left him all but naked. “Now then, let’s get you wiped and powdered and then you’ll be ready for a little look around this place.” The total lack of a positive response from mum meant there was little point in pursuing that line of argument but another thought entered his head. “Erm, errr, can’t we go down to the pool or beach, it’s very hot and we can cool down with a splash about?” Robbie felt the first of many wipes slither over his privates. He knew this was totally embarrassing for a lad of his age to have to suffer such indignity but, his mum was very loving, very encouraging and incredibly gentle. She took her time and made sure every bit of the area was clean. “Sorry love, I thought the best thing to do first is get our bearings with a bit of a wander around but,” she looked over to her husband, “would you prefer a dip first?” Thomas looked very sweaty and agreed that a dip was just what he needed and they could wander along the sea front and investigate the resort when the sun dropped and it got a little cooler. So, it was decided, the pool would be the next destination. ~ Excitedly, and with no thought to the fact he was naked from the waist down he dashed over to his case and unzipped it. He was astonished to see none of the things he’d packed were there, not even his black and red baggy surf shorts, which he hoped he’d be spending most of the holiday wearing. Instead, amongst an entirely new set of summer clothes was a pair of blue and yellow neoprene shorts which he’d never seen before. “Mum,” he looked at her as if she’d just pulled a nasty trick on him, “what the hel..., erm, is all this?” “Language son,” dad called from the bedroom as he shucked off his suit with relief and retrieved a pair of navy blue thigh length swim shorts. “Well love, erm, uuummm, I hate to say it but most of the clothes you picked were not very pleasant. Rude words, ghastly images and looked filthy...” Claire shrugged. “Mum they’re clean it’s just stuff I like,” he looked crestfallen. “Isn’t there anything of mine in here?” He peered disappointingly whilst sorting through what was there. “I can’t wear any of this, it’s, it’s....” he thought ‘juvenile’ but stopped himself from saying so. “It’s not my style.” He was angry and upset but also knew that he had no choice but to put up with whatever his parents had decided. Ever cheerful Claire smiled as she emptied his case and put all the new clothes on a stack of shelves next to the sofa. It didn’t take long as there wasn’t that much (she had packed a few extra appropriate things in her case as there wasn’t a great deal of room in his because of the parcel of disposables) and it was all neatly packed so she could just slide it all onto the empty shelf or into a large nearby drawer. “You’ll like what we’ve brought... you’ll be fine sweetheart so don’t worry. Mummy has everything covered.” Robbie’s heart sank. “Mummy?” Once again he wasn’t happy about that childish reference but decided it was best not to react, so pretended he hadn’t noticed. What Robbie didn’t know was that there were only shorts in his mum’s selection and that he’d be looking smart as she deemed he should appear when they went out whether he approved or not. Despite them being his favourite clothes mum had been of the opinion that no one would want to look at a t-shirt with revolting images or rude words depicted whilst having a nice meal in a restaurant. She was equally sure mums and dads wouldn’t want their young offspring subjected to the same on the beach - so it all had to go. Well, that’s how she justified it to her son but in fact, she’d planned his wardrobe well in advance so knew exactly what he’d be wearing – she was in charge and he didn’t get a say. He was their nappy-clad little boy and would be treated in such an ‘understanding’ way. She was pretty pleased with her choices and thought that there was nothing in her selection he could possibly dislike. The entire ‘holiday collection’ was loose, colourful, whilst the shorts were in different lengths and materials. She’d packed smart going out shorts like the ones he’s worn on the plane, soft polyester and nylon shorts like he wore for football, as well as lovely cotton shorts that were the same type he played rugby in – so nothing he wasn’t used to wearing. The nappy thickness he would be wearing under them would depend on his behaviour... there were plenty of doubler booster pads in her case should he act up. The anger he would normally have felt wasn’t there just a sense of inevitability because he knew that was just what he would be dressed in, especially when he noticed the large pack of colourful disposables and plastic pants that took up such a major space in the case. Mum opened the pack and took one out - it was purple. “I thought a bit of colour for our holiday would make a nice change,” She giggled at the prospect. She hoped he’d be as excited as her but saw him shudder so added. “These will go with most of the stuff we have here,” she nodding in the direction of the shelves, “and I suppose it’ll make a change from the boring fabric, eh?” She was hoping that the new colour would increase Robbie’s appreciation of wearing one but alas, judging by the sigh that escaped him, it didn’t have the desired effect. “Ohh mum... do I have to... can’t I just wear my swim shorts?” ~ tbc ~

The thing is, Robbie was way out of his comfort zone when he teamed up with the wrong crowd. As you'll see in future chapters he wanted to be accepted but at what cost?