Les Lea

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Part 18 The washroom at work was empty apart from me and I’d just finished changing a rather overly wet disposable. Thankfully, I kept quite a supply with me and had changed into a super-thick one with happy, nappy-clad bears printed all over. Normally they would cheer me up no end but as I sat there on the toilet resting and gazing at them my mind drifted. How, since starting work, had I become so embroiled in a life that I’d never even thought about before? I mean, I’d thought about sex before but not to the extent I do now. Mum, nappies and my dum-dum were all that ever concerned me and I was able to put all that down to my anxieties. Since I started at Collins Scientific Development UK I’ve managed to get a man sacked, somehow made a couple of my best friends subject to nappy discipline and forgotten about mates I’ve had all my life. Of course the bonus is, I’m earning a living oh, AND, I have a boyfriend but then, at the first opportunity, I’m shagging his best friend. S. L. U. T.: SLUT, SLUT, SLUT, SLUT, SLUUUUT! Yep, that word keeps bouncing around my head and has never seemed more apt. # For the next couple of days I tried to keep a cap on my feelings. The prof had given me more responsibility and was happy to be distracted by that. I tried not to think ‘Granddaddy’ whenever I spoke with him but I’d feel my nappy warming and knew there was something else going on in my head and I wasn’t concentrating on the job in hand. Focus! In the calls from mum I kept up this pretence that she should stay as long as needed and that I was doing fine without her - I was a mess. With calls to Tom, despite his encouraging and endearing words - I lied. I avoided calling Billy or Mark completely and knew that they were missing me because of all the calls I ignored – coward. I was desperately waiting on a call from Terry – SLUT. By Thursday I’d washed, dried and ironed all of the messed in bedding I’d brought from Tom’s place so after work decided to return it and then never go back without him being there. I let myself in and the place felt chillier than I remembered. I picked up the mail and left it on the counter top then remade the bed. All the time I was thinking, not of what Tom and I had done, but what Terry did to me. There I was again, trying to divert, it was what WE did as it definitely wasn’t all one way. As a result I produced another wet and sticky nappy. I’d planned on coming and leaving once I’d made the bed and put stuff away yet I lingered, almost hoping above hope that there would be a visitor. I even put two cups out and boiled the kettle but I was left alone. This preoccupation with Terry had to stop. He’d done what he wanted and had no doubt moved on to another. AND YET, here I was lingering. My phone rang and realised before I saw the name TOM displayed on screen, that I was hoping it would be Terry. “Oh, hi Tom,” isn’t the most enthusiastic response I could have mustered. Tom didn’t seem to notice as he had news. “I’ll be home by the weekend,” he gushed. “Really, REALLY,” I added excitedly once it clicked to what he was saying. “That’s great news... when exactly?” “Well, the project has gone to the test stage and, with what you guys have been doing back there, it seems all has gone to plan and ahead of schedule.” “Well that’s fantastic...” I was hoping that with his return things might get back to normal, “Will that be tomorrow, Saturday or Sunday?” I wanted a timetable. I wanted my life back. “I’m hoping to be on the 8pm train tomorrow night so should be back in the house by eleven...” “I’ll be waiting.” “I was hoping you’d say that because I can’t wait to see you again.” “Oh, by the way, the last time I was here I ate on of your frozen lasagne’s so...” “Don’t worry, I’m not planning on eating anything but you.” he chuckled. “So prepare for a feast.” I took that to mean my finest cartoon disposables but what the hell... I might just be naked with a splodge of whipped cream strategically placed and surprise him that way. We chatted for a bit longer and then he said he had to go but was looking forward to Friday night. So was I. I was looking to get a bit of normality back or at least to drive Terry from my thoughts. And a heavy session with Tom I was sure would do that. # On Friday night I left work and went straight to Tom’s place. I wanted to make it all warm and welcoming. It didn’t need much work as I’d done most of it the day before but still I’d bought some beers and wine for him and stored them in the fridge. I knew he liked a cold Bud and I added a couple of cans of Coke for me. Because I didn’t know exactly what time he’d be coming through the door I dispensed with the idea that I should prepare him something to eat but there again he said he wouldn’t be hungry and he might have had a sandwich on the train. I also decided that the whipped cream idea was stupid I could have been sat around for hours like that and even I’m not that sad... maybe some other time. However, I did put a can in the fridge just in case. The room was nice and warm so I shucked off most of my clothes and just sat around in my plastic pants and a t-shirt. It’s like my uniform when I’m at Tom’s place and I like to think he prefers to see me this way when we’re together. At 8 o’clock I was imagining him getting on the train when I got a call and it was Tom saying that he’d just been called back into work as a problem had blown up and he was urgently needed. I was instantly deflated but tried to have sympathy with his situation but despite that I felt quite petty because I wasn’t going to see him straight away. I tried to keep the whining little baby boy sound out of my voice but I’m not sure how successful I was being. The thing was he had no idea how long this setback was going to take but the boss had inferred that it might take all weekend. He was sorry but said it couldn’t be helped but was hot and hard just thinking about what we could be doing. I jokingly said that I’d start without him and he replied that he was picturing me in my most colourful nappy and wishing he was face deep in it. All very sexy. We talked for a few minutes, which saw me pawing at myself through the slippery fabric, describing those happy little figures in my nappy whilst trying to turn him on. “Oh Jase... you better stop... I’ll be coming all down this street otherwise and I’m not sure the public’s ready for that just yet.” He teased. “Well my nappy’s just about to be...” “Sorry Jase, back at the office... you’ll just have to keep it until I can be there to experience the full works.” I heard a buzzer go, not unlike the one that allows us into our building. “OK, I’ll call you as soon as I have more news but, here’s the boss now,” I could here a few words being exchanged, “More urgent than I thought sweetheart so... speak later. BYE.” So, I was more than a little dejected after we hung up. However, as I moped around the house thinking of whether to go home or stay the night there was a knock at the door. I just knew that it was Tom and he’d been having fun pretending he was busy and elsewhere and was going to surprise me. I was excited and threw caution to the wind, pulled of my nappy and plastic pants, flung my t-shirt onto the floor and decided on a proper welcome for my busy but treacherous boyfriend... running to the door I threw it open... However, going “ta-da” as if revealing a wonderful surprise gift didn’t help the complete look of horror on the visitor’s face. It wasn’t the expected Tom but another of his rugby club mates carrying a plastic bag. “Erm, have I got the right number?” he didn’t know where to look. I slammed the door and raced back to the bedroom to get into some pants and a shirt. There was still a tentative knock at the door so I couldn’t pretend no one was in but I was now a little suspicious. I wondered why he was here and who sent him. # The knocking continued but I had time to put on a basic level of respectable clothing. “Who is it?” I nervously asked through the closed door. “Jason isn’t it? I heard from Terry that Tom was expected home today so I thought I’d pop round and see...” “No, sorry,” I interrupted his reason for being there, “he’s just called and said he’s going to be delayed and not expected back tonight after all.” “What, since I knocked at the door?” He quizzed. “No, before you came.” I replied reasonably. “Then why were you naked?” That was a good question and I had a rational answer but didn’t want to discuss that at that precise moment. “Look,” the dismembered voice said, “I’m Barnsy and we met briefly at the club a little while back.” “Yes, I remember.” I didn’t want him to think I was an ignoramus. There was a short silence. “Are we going to have a conversation through a closed door?” Barnsy asked a little indignantly. “Erm, I’m just about to leave,” I wasn’t because I was only partially dressed. “OK then, but before you do... you wouldn’t mind taking this bag for him and popping the stuff in the freezer?” This was ridiculous. What was I expecting to be ravaged by the rugby team? STOP being a stupid little kid and let the man in and act like a damn grown up. This all went through my mind as I unlatched the door and took in the good-looking confident stud that was leaning against the door frame. Barnsy was more like Tom than Terry, slim, fit and easy going... his dark skin and features gleamed under the street lights and his smile easily lit up the room. Good grief I’m sounding racist but I don’t mean to, I mean, he was just a superb hunk and passed me the plastic bag. “I work at Iceland, the frozen food place, and he text me to get some meals in for the weekend.” “Oh, yes, I’ve eaten one of his lasagnes....” I added unnecessarily. “Did you like it?” He smiled the question as if he was doing a report for the company. “Mmmm, it was OK.” “Not the response the company expects.” He said it with such seriousness I didn’t know if I’d offended him or not. It was only after a couple of beats his face broke into a shit-eating grin that I realised he was joking. I took a deep breath and hoped I wasn’t making a huge mistake when I opened the door wider and asked if he wanted to come in. “No it’s fine. If Tom’s not here and you’re not expecting him any time soon, there’s little point in hanging about.” He turned to leave. “Erm, I was about to have a cup of tea or some...” I ventured... a bit let down at being spurned in such a way. “Do you normally strip naked for a cup of tea then?” I could hear the laughter in his voice as he walked off down the road. Bloody hell, I’d made such a fool of myself and now both he and Terry will have some stupid tales to tell Tom. But what really upset me was being rejected like that. I mean, aren’t I worth a shag? I mean he’d seen me naked and perhaps that put him off. Oh hell, this is a disaster. My ego just took a hit and I didn’t like it. # I stocked up the freezer compartment with what Barnsy had brought, a couple of curries, chow meins and caramel ice cream. Not a lot but filled it up nicely. I hoped he wouldn’t do a curry for me as I’m not keen on spicy food but there again, after all that’s happened I wondered if we had any future. Terry had insinuated that Tom would know he’d try and come on to me but would he tell him just how successful he’d been? I might be grateful for an invite to a curry. I finished dressing properly, well, I put my underwear back on because in my haste to answer the door I’d just been wearing pants and a shirt. Anyway, as I wasn’t going to be entertaining anyone I slipped back into my festive disposable with all the cute characters and as it wasn’t wet, enjoyed the comfort of a nice thick bit of padding and a pair of clear plastic pants. The bus ride home was annoying. I kept going over everything that had happened since Tom had gone and stupidly was trying to blame him for all that taken place. Oddly, a lad got on the bus that looked (well was dressed similarly) to the one who felt me up that time. As he walked down the bus to his seat I was convinced he’d sit next to me as there were few spare places. I wriggled over to make room and could feel my nappy slipping around my groin but it was a comforting feeling. He then by-passed me and went to sit in the only other seat available next to a little old woman who had a small dog in her lap. Hell, I wasn’t even winning any contest against an annoying little yappy thing. Well, I took comfort in the lovely folds of fabric that I wriggled about in; thinking that I at least had something the dog didn’t - but was lost as to just what that was. # Once home I was surprised at just how high my anxiety level was. I forgot about eating and made my way straight to my bedroom where I stripped down to my now soaked nappy and slippery pants, reached for my dum-dum and eased under the duvet. It had been more stressful than it had needed to be and it was annoying that all the stress was down to me and my expectations. With mum not here to bounce ideas off, or just to have someone else care, meant I was a bit adrift in my own emotions. I needed to get a grip and not be so reliant on the actions of other people but, having said that, sucked on my dummy and wished mum would come home soon. Just as I was about to drop off I got a text from Tom: Barnsy thinks UR weird... why? My body flushed in embarrassment and as it did so I filled my nappy even more but was just too distressed to do anything about it. Oddly the disposable filling up gripped me a little tighter and the warmth was the only bright spot to a terrible evening. Never had I sucked so hard on my dummy as I rubbed the bloated plastic. After ten, maybe fifteen minutes I was making very little headway in my endeavours. My cock, although hard, just wasn’t responding to the stimuli offered and I could feel tiredness take over. The rhythmic sucking eventually set the correct tone and I dropped off... glad to see the back of a truly dreadful day. # tbc #

I'm sure that readers will know that the title DUMMY? doesn't just refer to his soother but whether he's an 'innocent' in all these things. Does his love of juvenile things excuse what he says he's not aware of? Does he know exactly what he's doing? Are his nappies just a cover? Is Jason all he seems?

Terry simply enjoyed Jason's body. Jason loved what happened but felt guilty. But never had the sweet eighteen year old needed a nappy more than when Terry had finished with him.

Part 17 Whereas Tom is just over six feet tall Terry has a good three or four inch in height over him. He’s also less athletic looking but more muscular and brawny... so quite a big guy, who I imagine, on the pitch, would be quite intimidating. The thing was I didn’t know what Tom had told him about me or even if he’d spoken at all about our relationship so I was a bit stuck. Now of course, he’d no doubt seen the disposables, can obviously see me in one and wearing Tom’s shorts so suspect he’s not stupid and can put two and two together. I was nervous but as asked I made him a cup of tea. “Oh thanks Jason, that’s very nice of you,” he seemed polite enough and guided me, cup in hand, to the sofa. “Well, this is all very nice.” He said as he took a first sip from the hot brew. “Yes, well, I was just about to pack up and leave myself,” I said edging to the end of the sofa. “Don’t let me keep you, Tom and I go way back so you can leave when you want.” I was being dismissed but I also suspected that there wasn’t a document he needed... he’d just come snooping. He wasn’t threatening or anything just incredibly confident and cock sure of himself. “Didn’t Tom tell you he was going away?” I challenged. “Of course, now I think about it he must have done. I just forgot and, as I was in the neighbourhood...” He looked at me in a way that made me uneasy and I felt myself filling my nappy. “We used to be at University together,” Terry started small talk and took another sip, “did loads together, shared everything and had a terrific time. He has a natural talent for rugby and that’s how we met... in a scrum and with my head between his legs.” He stated chuckling at the memory. “Great way to meet someone who would become a lifelong friend don’t you think?” I was thinking ‘how can I get rid of this man without it getting of hand?’ but he seemed to think I’d find this small talk interesting. “Yes we had some fantastic times; late nights in the bar, the initiation ceremonies for the team. He was very accommodating at those... and very, very popular.” He seemed to be happily reminiscing and hinting at who knew what. But, if it was true what he was saying, that was part of Tom’s life I didn’t know about, so, suppose it was interesting on one level - although I’d prefer to hear about it from him rather than his mate. “Tom is my best friend and a really good friend...” he continued as he shuffled a bit nearer. “He tells me everything and we do... well... everything. He likes...” He teased and then looked at me as if to say ‘should I continue?’ “Perhaps it would be better not to say any more... but... he’s right about you. You are very good-looking and exceptionally shaggable.” “What?” I stood up and tried to make some space between us. “Are you coming on to me?” It would appear that Tom had spoken about me to his mates... and maybe even told them about my need for nappies. If he hadn’t then Terry was quick to sum-up a situation after seeing the disposables earlier. “Well I assume you’d like that. A big strong man like me taking a sweet little boy like you in his arms...” he patted my drooping soggy nappy. “Oh, it seems like our little baby needs a change.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the bedroom. “Get off me Terry.” I was furious but my fury is very unthreatening. “I won’t tell Tom if you go now.” I was adamant that this should go no further but he just smiled. I grabbed my mobile as if threatening to call him but noticed that the battery was dead. Bloody hell, what if he’d been trying to call me? He snatched it out of my hand and took a quick look to see if I’d dialled anyone. There were no bars and just the outline of a dead battery on the screen. However, he had more to say. “How do you know that he doesn’t already know about this and that he’s fine with me tasting...?” This was getting weird and uncomfortable but how could I get rid of him? Bloody hell, my bladder was leaking even more in fear and I bet he knew. I needed to keep up some resistance, I needed to say something. “Well I’m not available... so you can fuck off now.” It was like a David and Goliath situation except I was unarmed and he was bearing down on me. I’m not one for swearing, it never crops up in my household so was shocked at my own language when I said it out loud. He had that smile, a cross between sympathy and ‘we both know what’s going to happen so why fight it’. “Look, I’m not going to hurt you but you do need that little nappy changing and I see you’ve left them out on the bed no less...” he pretended to be hit by an obvious notion, “almost as if you wanted a daddy to come along and sort out your little damp situation.” “No I don’t...” but he was in my face and still smiling. “I bet Tommy couldn’t believe his luck when he found you liked to wear nappies... a boy in need of protection and Tom just loves to protect.” He patted the front of my padding, “So, what kind of mate would I be if I didn’t change my best friend’s little friend... preventing him getting nappy rash,” He changed his tone as if he was speaking to a child, a baby even. “Well I don’t need you anywhere near me... wet, erm, or not.” I sounded like a little kid refusing to go to bed at bedtime. I wasn’t in the least bit convincing. “Oooo,” he was now mocking me, “who’s going to stamp his little footsies then, mmm?” Close up, like Tom he was handsome and confident. He knew what he wanted and exactly how to get it. Although I pushed him away as hard as I could it was without any success. “Oh I think you protest too much. We can’t have Tom’s favourite little toy; I mean boy all wet now can we. So, let’s get that soaked nappy off and you on to... I mean... into something a bit more appropriate shall we?” # I fell backward onto the bed and he immediately reached for the shorts and yanked them off. “Bloody hell Jason,” he turned me over, “a wet nappy doesn’t hide the cutest little bum...” He pulled down his jeans and let loose a huge cock, so much thicker than Tom’s, “we’re gonna have lotsa fun.” “NO,” I screamed but he just turned my head and gave me a kiss, which silenced any further protest. I tried to crawl away but there was nowhere to go and I felt him pulling at the tabs on my disposable. That easily came away and threw it into the corner where his jeans had landed. “No, no, no...” I begged but knew I was completely out manoeuvred. “Oh I think we both know your protests aren’t very convincing... and daddy wants to make his little friend happy.” He whispered that in my ear and turned me over but not before shoving the dummy in my mouth. I tried to spit it out. “No, no, no you naughty little boy, if daddy puts something in your mouth it’s there to be sucked... understand?” I didn’t reply immediately. “Does my little boy need his botty spanking first so he knows daddy’s in charge?” Although he said all this with a smirk I couldn’t make out if he was kidding, if this was a test or if I had no option. I felt too afraid to offer any further dissent and nervously started sucking. “That’s a good boy... now let’s see what’s in store here.” I could feel his breath on my naked bum cheeks and felt his hot wet tongue invading my bum hole. “I just love basting a little chicken before we add the stuffing.” He licked deeper. Oh fuck. # For a big guy Terry was very agile and had me doing all manner of things, in all manner of positions. He filled me up several times and his thick cock made quite the impression. He was at it for a couple of hours but eventually rested and we both dozed. I woke up an hour or so later desperate for a pee. What did surprise me was that I was laid like a lover on his chest, with my fingers idly twiddling his chest hair and was relaxed listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat. The thing is, once we got going and although at times it was bloody painful, I was as committed as he was. He knew it and in a moment of screaming passion said I was a “baby whore... a tease for daddy”. In fact, that’s what he called me but in an appreciative way... I think? Naked I waddled to the loo, the big man had made sure I’d remember him for some time. My bum hole was sore and wide and I couldn’t get to the toilet quick enough, which was something I’d not managed to do for some time, and emptied everything that needed emptying, and there was a lot of it. Terry had woken, heard me and came to see if I was OK. Sitting on the toilet was not the most glamorous position to start a conversation. He stood at the door in all his hairy magnificence dominating the space and looking incredibly happy. His cock, even at rest, was superb and it glistened with, whatever it was, in the half light. “I knew you’d like a big dick... most boys do.” He teased and I blushed as I let out a bashful fart. “Well,” I sighed, “What do we do now?” “It’s up to you baby. I just wanted a try out... like we do to any new team member to see what they can do... and to see why Tom’s so potty about you. Not bad.” He teased again... you could really get fed up with his self-confidence. “What if I told Tom you attacked me?” I offered as a different perspective. “Well you could, although we both know that isn’t quite true. However, please feel free to tell him everything.” He stepped forward and gently ran his hand through my hair and made a petting noise. “God you are so damn cute. Well, for one thing he’d expect it from me, though I’m not sure he’d expect that you enjoyed it with another guy. So it’s up to you how you want to play it. However,” he was being annoying again, “do you want him to know just what a slag you are?” “But that’s not fair... I mean...” The term slag had hit a spot. I hated the term and I definitely didn’t think it applied to me but then... what had I just done? He interrupted my protest because he wasn’t going to let me play the victim here. “If you’ll take my cock so easily why not others? Maybe we should have you down at the club for initiation night... the lads would love to take a shot at that cute little butt of yours.” He said it as if it was something of a privilege to be asked but a cold shiver ran through my body. I knew he was right and I couldn’t pretend otherwise. “I knew from the moment I first saw you with Tom that you were looking for a daddy. That shy, coquettish, demure little peek at all those hunky rugby players at the club. I bet you were wetting your nappy at the very prospect... even if you didn’t know it.” I had wet my nappy at the club but how did he know? “I’ve thought about you since then and last weekend, with Tom talking almost non-stop about you... well... I had to experience it myself. Like I say, Tom and me share quite a lot, a lad here, a bed there.” ‘A lad here... a bed there...’ did he mean what I think he meant? “...and now, with your cute boyish haircut, those sweet little shorts and that thick, thick nappy... I just knew you’d want a big man to take care of you, to... fuck you. Make you feel special,” he added condescendingly. “No I don’t.” I lamely argued but we’d just spent the best part of two hours proving that was a lie. Oh Christ he was correct, getting screwed did make me feel special, that’s why I loved it... oh hell. “Oh sweetheart, do you ever have a daddy complex... no man’s safe with you around. Don’t worry,” he patted my naked leg and smiled encouragingly, “we daddies will do our bit but that means your little butt has to do the same.” He disappeared and returned with a fresh Abena. “OK then, let’s get you all nicely wrapped up cos I have to get back to the wife and kids but you, well you need to rest that wonderful welcoming arse for a while. You might be a bit sore for a few days but I think it’s going to be busy over the coming months.” He patted my naked bottom. I wasn’t sure if that was a threat or a promise but maintained silence as he rubbed in cream, doused me in talc and taped the fluffy nappy in place. All the while my hole felt like he was still pounding away... so he’d replaced Tom in that respect. “There you go little one, all nice and tidy.” He seemed pleased with the result. “See you again soon... sleep tight. I’m sure daddy Tom will be glad that his little baby boy has been well looked after.” He popped the dummy back between my lips. “There you go... think of daddy Terry.” With that he was off, I heard the front door close and he was gone. I was left sucking furiously and later fell asleep but only after I’d taken stock of what had just happened. # I got back home around noon after I’d spent the morning tidying up Tom’s place and replacing the bedding. I’d brought some of the soiled sheets home to give them a good wash in our machine. I’d get them back before he had any idea. The next main thing I had to do was plug in the phone to recharge the damn thing. How I could have let it run down I have no idea but perhaps that’s why I hadn’t received any calls. On the bus ride home I kept thinking of what Terry said about having a daddy complex. I mean, could he be right, did I have such a complex? When I thought about it I did always feel strange when older men were near. I always put it down to my own dad not being around and feeling guilty if I so much as acknowledged another man. I loved my daddy, I mean dad, and really missed him for so much of my life but surely that didn’t mean I was searching for a replacement like Terry had intimated. The problem was that man had put so many thoughts into my head and made me even question his relationship with Tom, was it more than best friends? Not only that but I felt so guilty and that’s when my phone rang. # The charge had got to 49% and I saw I had a number of missed calls. However, this was mum so immediately took it. “Hi mum, what’s new?” I answered as brightly as I could. “Where have you been I’ve been trying to call you since last night?” “Yes sorry, I went over to Tom’s place and forgot to charge my phone... it died on me but I’m charging it now and I see I missed quite a few calls.” “You had me worried love...” “No need to worry mum, I’m a big boy (oh the irony as I padded around the house in just my protection) just forgot... anyway, how’s gran and aunty?” We then spent a good fifteen minutes chatting about that and how grateful aunty was that mum had decided to stay. In fact, the news was that gran wanted mum and me to come back and live with them. “Just one house to keep... the bills would be down?” She offered as a possible reason for returning to the family home. I mean, gran’s house was bigger than ours, and there would be room for both me and mum to have a room apiece but... “It’s nowhere near work and we have a life and friends here so...” It was my argument and possibly one mum had used to granny but I suspect she was under pressure to at least sound me out. “Yes love, that’s what I said but granny wanted you to know the offer was there. I think she wants her family around her, the fall has sort of shocked her a little.” “Be nice mum,” which I knew she would be, “but no.” # After that conversation finished I checked the list of other calls I’d missed. Normally, I don’t get many. In fact, compared to some people who can’t stop looking at their phones, I use mine for very little except calls. However, the calls had come in but I’d been too stupid to charge my phone. The earliest was on Saturday afternoon and I recognised the number as that of the Edwards so was hoping it was either Billy or Mark and not one of their parents. The other calls were from James, Kili and Ralph, in fact several missed calls from each of them and then I remembered, I was supposed to meet up with them for a sort of farewell drink and I’d completely forgotten. Hell, I was so wrapped up in my own life I totally forgot about my friends. I wondered if they’d understand that I’d been abandoned by my boyfriend and so naturally got stuffed by his mate... I didn’t want to have that conversation with anyone. I called them all and apologised but they were still surprisingly angry because they’d waited for over an hour for me to turn up. They then went on without me and trashed me to each other. I think there was just a hint of fun in Ralph’s voice when he told me that. I’d also missed a call around eleven last night from Tom, just about the time I was coming down after being well and truly stuffed by his best friend. I called him and he was out with mates in the city centre having a bit of a pub crawl but we still managed to chat for over twenty minutes. I told him I’d been round at his house and forgot my phone but he’d be pleased that I’d done as suggested - cleaned up and did his laundry. He said such lovely things about how thoughtful and loving I was. He told me how much he was missing me and how he couldn’t wait to get back home. I didn’t mention anything about Terry’s visit. The guilt simply ran into the padding. I needed my nappy and was pleased it was one of his; the Abena was a slight but happy connection. God, what a day and what a stupid night, I just hoped Tom would never know the truth but could I trust his best mate not to spill the beans, AND, what was that last remark about - getting back to the wife and kids? # As I lay in bed wrapped in one of my ultra-thick fabric nappies and hefty rubber pants a few things came to mind. Briefly I thought of how I’d actually been avoiding going round to see Billy and Mark because I was scared the reason for their nappy imprisonment would have been revealed and they’d both hate me. I was angry with myself for standing my mates up for a drink, when it may well be the last time we’d all be together. I was hopeful though that at least Ralph would still be near. However, I could see that with Tom and work now the main focus of my attention even that link to my school friends may be slipping away. Tom, Tom, Tom... the love of my life... why did he have to go off and work elsewhere? Why had it happened now and why couldn’t I see a way to fix it. But of course the worst of it all was what I’d done with Terry. I hated my betrayal, I hated the ease with which he got me to drop my pants (well nappy actually) and I hated, absolutely hated the fact that I’d enjoyed the experience so much. It was difficult to play the victim when you’re squealing in delight and begging him to pound harder. Although, as I lay back in bed wearing almost impenetrable protection, my hand slipped inside the soft thick fabric and erupted at the very idea of this bear of a man making me his little boy. What risks had I laid myself open to and how would I react when those moments came? # Sunday night was not a night for any kind of satisfying sleep. All those thoughts kept invading my head and I tried to find solutions to them but failed. Tom made a brief appearance but it was Terry who dominated my dreams when I eventually did drop off. I was kept in a playpen wearing nothing but a huge fluffy white nappy. Strangers would come and ‘coo’ at me over the fence and tell him what a lovely baby he had. Whenever I found a way to leave he would just simply click his fingers and I’d come running back. Daddy (yes in my dream I called him daddy), used me like I was there purely for his benefit and my body was his plaything. He’d tickle and poke and prod and tell me what a good boy I was when I wet. He lifted me out of the playpen and told me we were going on a lovely adventure. I woke up to the alarm going off just as I was about to be introduced to the rest of the rugby team... how I hated that alarm. # Monday at work I could hardly concentrate, Terry’s cock had left me very sore, which in turn made me remember what we’d done, which in turn led to me making a gooey mess in my nappy. I looked around at the rest of the staff... did I think any of them was daddy material (you see Terry had really gotten into my head). The professor definitely was - perhaps more granddaddy than daddy - but I didn’t get the any vibe from any of my other co-workers. Tom had saved my skin with Tridwell so I suppose, without being aware, he was definitely daddy material. Then of course there was Tridwell himself, was he a ‘daddy’. Did he think of me as a little boy who would do as he was told? God, thinking this way had certainly opened up a can of worms. The other thing that happened was that I kept looking at my phone in case I’d missed a call or text. Normally I wasn’t fixated on it but now I was obsessed but of course I was looking (hoping?) for a call from Terry - he’d become that obsession. # tbc #

I should have the next chapter ready on the 25th - ho ho ho?

and to you... thanks

Part 16 What had started off as a real buzz to the day had trailed off and I began to feel quite depressed. Not only had mum gone to see granny and her sister but now, the one person I hoped to see me through this loss, was leaving as well. By lunch time I was reacting like a lost kid wondering how I was going to cope. Hell, I’m almost nineteen I shouldn’t need others to make me feel valued but Tom came up and put his hand on my shoulder. “Sorry Jase, not my plan but I can’t not go.” He seemed genuinely upset. “Yer I know it’s just... well...” I decided not to tell him about mum not being around as it sounded so pathetic on my part. “I just hope you’re not going to be based there for very long. Did the prof say how long it would be?” “Afraid not... just it’s an urgent project that needs to tie-in with this one here so, as long as it takes I suppose.” “Do you know where you’re staying?” I wanted him to be near for as long as possible. “Yes, we’re booked into a hotel just around the corner from the labs, it’s about a twenty minute tube ride into the centre and all the theatres and such...” I let out a huge sigh. “I don’t suppose we’ll get much chance of taking in a show though... the schedule’s pretty tight.” He put his arm around my shoulder and gave me an encouraging hug. “Look, if you’ve nothing planned why not come to my place tonight, I still have a lasagne with your name on it.” He grinned as if this was going to be a regular invite and we’d never get round to eating that particular frozen delight. I wanted to joke that after all this time it probably had everyone’s name in mould on it but just nodded. “Yes, I’d like that.” The rest of the day Tom and his little team were in a meeting with the professor planning what needed to be done. Meanwhile, the rest got on with our area of responsibility. By home time Tom was still in the meeting, which looked pretty intense and like it was going to be a while before he was free. I paced up and down outside the office and eventually the prof asked if there was anything he could help me with. “No sir, just I’d made arrangements with Tom to go for a drink... I just wondered if it was still likely.” “Afraid not young man,” the prof sympathised, “we have some fairly urgent things to sort out. Tell you what; I’ll take everyone out for a drink tomorrow after work, how’s that?” He beamed at his spontaneous suggestion. “OK,” I felt cheated and that little kid in me was on the verge of a little tantrum but I held it in. “Tomorrow then?” I nodded through the window to Tom but he was deep in conversation with Raj whilst examining some printouts. On the bus ride home I don’t think I’d ever felt so pathetically alone. I hated the professor (which I didn’t but that spoiled little kid wanted his way and wasn’t going to get it) and when I got in flopped onto the sofa and tried to hold back my frustrated sobs. I didn’t succeed, as I was used to coming home to a warm welcome and a nice meal the place seemed empty and cold. The red light on the washing machine was blinking so all I had to look forward to was drying laundry, mainly my nappies, and a meal from the freezer. So slipped the damp washing in the drier and my Shepherd’s pie in the microwave, thank god that in my self-pity I got that the right way round. # Mum called and reported that granny was reasonably OK but had sprained her arm and heavily bruised her hip so was, as aunty suggested, all but infirm. She also said that she hadn’t realised just how much work aunty had to do to keep the house and granny in any kind of condition so planned on staying a while to give her sister a break. She also joked that she was catching up on years of local gossip and that would keep her enthralled whilst she was there. Of course she asked how I was coping but didn’t want to burden her with my problems so just said I was doing fine and she should go away more often. At the end of the conversation I said that I missed her and could hear the despondency in my own voice – so much for those coping skills. Later I also got a call from Kili about his trip to Oxford looking around the Uni and seeing about accommodation. Apparently, his family had relations down there so he was able to snag a room with one of them. He suggested, if possible, that we all meet up at the weekend for what was likely to be the last drink together before our little gang (James and Ralph) all went our separate ways. As he was talking I was thinking that since I’d started work we were already drifting apart. I hadn’t seen them much and even our calls to each other were few and far between. Perhaps this would be the last time we’d all be together. Although not really in the mood I agreed, I needed something to take my mind off of wondering about Tom and what he’d be doing. The problem then was that once I started thinking of Tom I remembered what we’d done that morning and that got me all excited. I went to bed and stripped down to my disposable. I’d had to change during the lunch break from the unicorns to a nice thick bright blue pair. So now I simply decided to see how durable this particular colour was when given a rather heavy pasting. I’m not proud of the fact that my Monday night was given over to making a mess in my nappy. I eventually fell asleep but there wasn’t much absorption left if I had a particularly heavy flood in the night. Thankfully, there was a pair of pink vinyl pants in my bedside drawer so pulled them over it all after I’d finished. I looked at the clock and it was getting late but I was still trebling with nervous energy. Once again, my ever trusty dum-dum calmed me down and fell asleep relatively quickly. # Tuesday morning I got into work early in the hope of catching him arriving fresh from his run and eager to repeat yesterday’s start. Unfortunately, he was already there and in deep conversation with his team and the professor, it looked like they’d hardly moved since last evening. Anyway, I got a cheery wave from Tom when he eventually noticed my arrival and I popped my head around the door to see if I could get drinks or anything for anyone. That part of my helpfulness completed I set about my own tasks of bringing up to date the manifest of stuff coming and going and the list of items that Tom and his team needed to take with them. I was glad that in this small way at least I was helping him but I also knew that with each piece of equipment packed meant he would be away from me for longer. I rubbed the front of my padding for some solace and was pleased to feel the bulk and hear the crinkle... at least that hadn’t abandoned me. I don’t know what’s wrong with me because I let flow and got a great deal of comfort from the resulting warmth around my crotch. At lunchtime I went to the toilet to change my disposable and was followed in by Tom. “Do you need a hand?” He offered cheekily. “I can always use your hand.” I offered back and he stepped up and kissed me heavily on the lips. It was a long and passionate kiss. Eventually broke off but holding me close he whispered, “I was so upset about not seeing you last night that when I eventually got in I wore one of those lovely disposables you’ve introduced me to... and thought of you all night.” “Mmmm, I did the same.” I confessed. “God, mine was a mess this morning.” He grinned guiltily. After a few moments he realised he was at work and had more to say. “Look, we’ve all but finished with our meeting, although the boss wants to take the team out for drinks tonight. How about us making our excuses early and you come back to mine and we can... examine our nappies together?” He raised his eyebrows in a comical manner. “Sounds like a plan... but... in the meantime I need to new one.” “Then allow me young man to help change your protection... although I must warn you, it will offer no protection for you this evening.” However, we were interrupted by someone coming in and telling Tom the professor was looking for him so, I had to do the deed on my own. I felt cheated but made sure I’d make up for it later. # The professor was as good as his word and early evening drinks were enthusiastically appreciated. The prof had assembled quite a good, young but knowledgeable team and I felt proud to be part of it... even if I hardly drank. Anyway, after about an hour Tom and I made our excuses and left. I don’t think anyone batted an eyelid that we left together as they were getting another round in thanks to the professor’s generosity. Tom had downed a couple of pints (or four) whilst I’d stuck with my pint of Coca Cola. Once back at his place needless to say, the lasagne didn’t get a look in as we toddled straight to his bedroom and stripped. He began to take off his clothes as he hummed the stripper music and I watched in delight when he threw his trousers into the corner and was wearing a lovely thick disposable. “Now you,” he looked dangerously sexy at me and then said on second thoughts to wait as he wanted to strip me. I wasn’t complaining as he got me down to my plastic pants with incredible ease, all the while telling me how sexy I was and what he was going to do as he licked and kissed and caressed my sensitive skin. I had to stop myself from exploding in my nappy from the build-up. Jeez, Tom is one very horny guy and I think it’s catching because these days I’m the same. We lay on his bed skin pressed up against skin, thick disposable crinkling against thick disposable and our lips locked in a deep and satisfying embrace. His fingers found my left leg hole and he inched up. “Ohh, my little bear’s not wet yet?” He cooed in my ear. “I’m sure it won’t be long that Coke has gone right through me... are you pissing in your...?” He smiled. “Certainly am, I don’t see why you should always be first... and my god, it’s such a relief.” I’m not sure if he’d ever rubbed wet nappies together before but it was an experience he seemed to enjoy. We were both on the edge the entire time. # I woke up the following morning to my usual soaked nappy. Thankfully after we’d spent most of the night having sex, and after my disposable had been ripped off for easier access, I still had enough about me not to want to wet Tom’s bed. He was delighted to treat me as “the sweet little boy I was” as he fitted me in one of his thick, white disposables. He even slept in one himself but mine was covered by the plastic pants I’d been wearing at the beginning of the night. I was glad I’d thought that far ahead because I was very wet indeed. Wet and sore – that was a combination I was rapidly getting used to. It wasn’t that Tom was thoughtless or demanding but he said that once we started he found it almost impossible not to continue until he could do no more. I think the term is ‘being fucked senseless’ but don’t let mum hear me swear, however, I was of the same opinion. As I think I’ve mentioned, once Tom opened up that Pandora’s Box of sexual delights I was hooked and enjoyed the ride literally and figuratively. Anyway, when I woke up I was in his bed alone but I could hear him showering. In our sexual excess I’d forgotten that he and his small team had an early train to catch and that I was going to have to spend some time on my own. I looked around the room and Tom had cleared away most of the mess we’d made so I just lay there waiting for him to finish in the bathroom and my turn. I could see that he’s all but packed his suitcase as it was still open but obviously waiting for some last minute items to be included. I wondered if I could fit in there snugly covered by his shirts and underpants. Oh well, a boy can dream. He returned from the shower looking all manly and athletic. Jeez, he did look good with a towel wrapped around his waist and drying his lovely locks with another one. “Next.” He announced and I made my way to the bathroom but not before he patted my soggy bottom and planted a long kiss on my lips. “Just so you don’t forget me whilst you’re in there.” He teased. Bloody hell, I just came in my nappy. It’s going to be very difficult not seeing him every day but I suppose that’s what growing up is all about. I just hoped he’d be back soon and as I loosened the tabs on my sopping wet nappy I filled up with emotion and had to rush into the shower to hide my tears. # When I came out Tom was all dressed and ready for off. I knew he had a taxi coming to take him to the station. He looked wonderful, even his casual clothes looked superb on him; he was one of those guys who didn’t have to try too hard to look good and confident no matter what he was wearing. I bet even in his rugby outfit out on the pitch he’d get a lot of attention from the crowd. He couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have him as my boyfriend. He’d laid and fluffed out one of his disposable and gently set about powdering and fitting me into it. He took his time gently touching and teasing my hard cock. I desperately wanted us to get back under those covers and to continue what we’d been doing all night but I could hear the taxi arrived ‘ping’ on his phone. He finished dressing me and I accompanied him to the station where he gave me a set of keys. “Look,” he said as we hugged, “I don’t know if you want to but, these are the flat’s keys so, if you want to, you can stay at my place, OK?” This was a big moment, he was giving me the keys to his place so I could come and go as I pleased... and he was happy for me to do so. I got all misty-eyed. “Actually, if you could clean the place up, change the bedding and do the laundry that would be fantastic.” He joked. “No, but seriously... from now on my place is your place and I’d really love it if you could keep an eye on it for me and use it as you feel fit.” We hugged again and sneaked a little peck before he walked off and I had to head to work. We’d said our ‘goodbyes’ earlier but I was still in tears as I set off walking to the office. A few people looked but no one said anything but by the time I got to work, although my tears had stopped, my Abena was soaked. I hadn’t seen him put one on but wondered if Tom was wearing his on the train... that was a thought too far and I made my nappy even messier. # Perhaps not surprising, work wasn’t as absorbing as it usually was but the professor congratulated me on what I’d been doing and I ended up being more involved in work being done in his office. It was quite a bit more intense but I have to say it took my mind off Tom. Although, the prof did say that what we were doing was to complement what he was doing in the capital. That made me feel better but I also found myself offering to work over so I was kept occupied but I was shattered by the end of the day. The rest of the week simply flew by but mum was staying on at gran’s. I decided I’d spend Saturday over at Tom’s place, clean it up for him and do the laundry; after all, I had helped make some of the mess. I got there about noon and let myself in, it seemed a bit strange being there without Tom but I was determined to make a good impression by being the perfect boyfriend and having the place all tidy and spic and span when he did eventually get home. His place wasn’t massive, so it didn’t take me that long to clean but I changed the bedding and the washing took quite some time and then had to be dried... so by the end of the day I decided I’d stay the night and finish stuff off in the morning. I knew there was at least one lasagne in the freezer compartment and that’s what I slipped into the microwave. As I ate, all around me I could feel and smell Tom’s presence. Of course I had rummaged in his drawers to find his rugby shorts and at that moment I was sitting eating, wearing his shorts over my fluffy white Abena. If I couldn’t have Tom with me, I’d have the next best thing. At about 9pm there was a knock on the door. I immediately thought it was Tom coming back to surprise me and couldn’t get to the door quick enough. I opened it and there was Terry from the rugby club. It was him and his team who Tom had gone to the tournament with the week before, so I was a bit surprised to see him. “Oh hello, Jason isn’t it... is Tom in?” He smiled and looked over my shoulder. “Oh, erm, ‘fraid not he’s working away at the moment... I’m just, errmmm, looking after the place for him. Don’t know when he’ll be back... sorry.” “No problem, no problem.” He stood at the door but didn’t look like he was going anywhere. He's such an imposing guy it was difficult to just slam the door in his face. “Is there something I can help you with?” I offered and wondered if he’d clocked me wearing Tom’s shorts or my padding. “Well, yes, he said he’d left a document I need for work... is it nearby... please?” “Er, I haven’t seen it and I’ve just given the place a quick once over...” “Not to worry, I know where it will be I’ve been here many times so know his routine. Can I just...?” and he gently manoeuvred himself past me and into the room. I couldn’t stop him and, as he was Tom’s best mate I didn’t think I had any authority to stop him... so that was that, he was in and I watched him head towards the bedroom. “He usually keeps all the paperwork in this little drawer by his bed.” He disappeared into the bedroom. Off course the pack of disposables was still left on the bed after I’d changed into them... I’d also left my dummy by the side. Oh god what was he going to think? I heard the drawer open and close. “No not there, I wonder where he could have put it?” He came back in and looked me up and down. “I tell you what, why don’t you make us both a lovely cup of tea and I’ll have a think where else it might be AND it will be nice to have a little catch up with his new buddy.” “Again I wasn’t sure I could tell him to leave but I did remember him back at the rugby club. He was the one who said “Hope to see you again soon Jason” and had given me a knowing look. # tbc#

I'm more than happy to be on both your favourites lists and you are quite correct Tenant to Baby is a fantastic story. Although this space is for commenting on the story I hope it's also a place to voice your hopes and concerns and I for one hope that BabySerenity gets her adoption through soon. Hugs to all and have a fun (possibly wet) festive period Les

Fantastic, many thanks for your comment. ?

Many thanks to both of you, glad you are enjoying the way the story is progressing. I hope one or two others are as well. I have to admit that this story has not progressed exactly as I first intended and Jason's 'protected' lifestyle was going to be the main focus. However, I felt I was doing an eighteen year old an injustice not to give him some kind of grown up life until I remembered my own. That first sexual experience was like someone had turned me on, literally and figuratively, and I wanted more. I couldn't deny Jason that now could I?❤️ Hugs to you all, and as we say over here Yuletide Felicitations to each and all. Les

Part 15 It was just after 3am when I woke up feeling hot and a bit sickly. There was also the urge to break wind but I could sense that there might be more to it than that. Still in the dark I shuffled out of bed, my nappy already soaked but urgently needed the loo for other purposes. I could sense the build-up wasn’t good so swiftly pulled my closed door open to get to the bathroom. Unfortunately, I hadn’t moved my foot away as I swept it open so it banged onto it. I let out a scream of pain and in that moment, with nothing tightened up to prevent the inevitable, the inevitable happened and I filled my nappy with a huge smelly amount of what I presumed was my digested Blades’ banquet. Because of my shriek mum was on the landing in a flash and even in the dark knew what had happened (possibly the smell giving the game away). “Jason love, are you alright?” She didn’t wait for an answer but came in for a reassuring hug. “No mum, leave me please... I’ve had an accident and... eeuugghh... my nappy is...” I was really lost for words as I waddled to the toilet and closed the door. I was right, as soon as I bent to release the plastic pants, I found myself adding to what I’d already deposited... this was not how I wanted my ‘celebratory’ weekend to go. Hearing me moan and groan in discomfort mum gently knocked on the door. “Jason love, is there anything I can do?” I just stood there in shock. I’d gone to bed still wearing the pink protection mum had laid out for our outing and, as it was still relatively dry when we got home, lazily stuck with it to go to bed. I hadn’t been able to get my pink plastic pants down before the second flow started and no matter how hard I tried, my sphincter muscle just would pinch tight. I blame Tom for that. Eventually, I was able to undo both the plastic pants and messed in nappy and chucked them into the shower tray. Then I sat on the toilet for about fifteen minutes and hoped there was nothing more to come out. I could hear mum walking up and down outside on hand in case I called out for assistance. “Mum, I’m OK, go back to bed.” I didn’t feel like I wanted to cope with the mess but I certainly didn’t think it was fair for mum to have to get involved. “Are you sure? I don’t mind cleaning stuff up if you take a shower.” “No mum thanks but... I don’t know how long I’ll be so please, go back to bed and I’ll sort it myself.” It was partly out of consideration that I didn’t want mum around but mostly out of shear embarrassment that I’d crapped my nappy. I was also nursing a throbbing toe where the door had smacked into it and it was with some relief that I noticed one of my dummies in a little plastic cup at the side of the sink. I gave it a quick rinse and shoved it in - the soothing effect was instant. Although I’d been sweating cobs, as I sat there recovering I felt a chill. My stomach (or should that be bowel) felt better to have it all out than in but I had to make a move I couldn’t stay sitting on the toilet all night. Reluctantly I set the shower going and washed everywhere the mess seemed to have journeyed. I wrapped the soggy disposable in a plastic bag and put it in the lidded rubbish bin, which was there for any soiled disposables, and then dried myself off. By 3:45 I had managed to pin myself into a very thick fabric nappy and had searched out the most robust pair of rubber pants I had. Thankfully my temperature had come down, I felt a lot better but crawled back into bed but with the dummy happily ensconced between my lips. The padding was huge but I wasn’t taking any chances and wanted maximum protection. I nursed on my dummy and felt the soothing waves slowly seep over me. It worked because when mum got me up (officially) Sunday morning I was dry as a bone. # I didn’t know if it had been the result of an off clam or weird bit of lobster but something had disagreed with my gut to cause such terrible diarrhoea. There was still the lingering smell in my room and was sure the bathroom would carry the stench, though could hear mum spraying air freshener around the house so perhaps it wouldn’t be that bad. Mum came in just as I was sliding out of bed. “Morning love, are you feeling better?” She came over and placed her hand against my head to check the temperature. Sitting on the edge wearing just my ultra-thick padding and rather stout shiny rubber pants I smiled feebly and told her that I thought the worst was over and, surprise, surprise, I was dry. “Well that’s a first in many-a-moon,” she chirped when sure my temperature was normal. “Do you fancy any breakfast?” I thought for a second, wondering if more food might be a terrible idea and decided to leave it for a while; “No thanks, I think I’ll just stick to water.” She opened the window further and jokingly gave one final spray in my direction and left. I eased myself towards the mirror and took in the sight - who was this cute, short-haired little boy looking back at me? My night’s padding was certainly thick but knew I would have needed that amount had I had further ‘problems’. However, mum was correct, it had been several moons since I last woke up dry and as I was warm and comfy in my cushiony undies decided not to change until I had to. I slipped over a pair of pale blue fleecy shorts and pulled on a matching jumper then made my way downstairs. Walking, no waddling was certainly distinct and the way the rubber slipped around as I moved plus the gentle rustle it all made I thought was very reassuring. # Mum had suffered no ill effects from the meal so it must have been something only I’d eaten. I assumed it must have been from the restaurant but I could be mistaken and just as easily picked up whatever it was from elsewhere. Anyway, as I had no idea there was little point in thinking too much about it so after we’d put the washing on – yet another load to get the neighbours talking – we both sat and watched a little bit of Sunday morning TV. It was very boring, politics or religion, although the choir in the Sunday Service sounded pretty good. We eventually tuned in to a music channel that played ‘Golden Oldies’ which mum was very interested in listening to. She was humming along to songs I’d never heard before. Still, it was nice to see her so relaxed. She checked the washing but decided it needed another cycle on a very hot wash. The neighbours weren’t going to get to see this lot because it clouded over and a drizzle started. It became one of those days where you simply don’t want to do anything... so that’s exactly what we planned... nothing. Mum got a call from her sister, who lived a good two hour drive away that their mother (my Gran) was ill and could do with a little bit of help. Granny lived with Aunty Jane, well actually, it was Aunty Jane who lived with Gran as it was her house, the old family home they both lived in. Anyway, it seemed that Granny had a fall and was more or less infirm and it was all getting a bit much for aunty to be able to cope single-handedly and asked mum for help. Of course mum said she’d be there the following day having checked with me first that I’d be OK. I pointed out to her that I was almost nineteen and a working man so would have no trouble coping on my own... thank you very much. I didn’t see the irony of saying all that whilst happily wearing a thick nappy and having a comforting dummy in my short’s pocket. “Well if you’re sure love I don’t want to...” “Mum go. Granny needs you more than I do at the moment and it sounds like Aunty Jane is at her wits end. I’ll be fine.” # So mum went off to pack a few things and when she disappeared upstairs there was a knock at the front door. It was Billy, dressed in what now looked like his regular get-up of bulging cotton shorts and jumper, this time he had a little windjammer over it all. “Oh hi Billy, come in, surprised to see anyone with this rain.” “Thanks Jase, hope I’m not disturbing you.” He peaked into the living room to see if there was anyone else there. “No, mum’s upstairs and I’m just, well, actually, doing nothing... sit yourself down. Can I get you anything to drink?” Strange but that always seems to be the first thing to do offer a drink to a visitor. Anyway he shook his head and headed for the sofa. He didn’t look stressed but on past occasions when he’d visited there was usually something he wanted so I waited for him to start. He looked at my padding but said nothing I suppose because I could see he was also well-padded. “How’s Mark progressing?” I ventured. “A lot better thanks. Still not quite ready to face the world but at least he’s moving around the house now.” “Good, good.” “Ermm,” I knew from that expression that something was on his mind. “Mum and dad didn’t punish us, I mean me, for lying to them about the disposable you gave me.” He looked uncertain. “Well that’s good... isn’t it?” I sounded equally uncertain but took a swig from the bottled water I had on the go hoping he hadn’t noticed the uncomfortable ‘gulp’ I’d just done at the mention of his parents. “Well, yes, I suppose so but it’s not like them. They’re usually, well, quick to let us see ‘...the error of our ways’ but on this occasion... nothing.” “Perhaps,” I ventured wittily, “they’ve seen the error of their ways?” “I’m not sure. However, what I have noticed is that they talk about you and how nice it was of you to visit AND what a great influence you were on us all.” A cold shiver ran down my spine as I wondered where this conversation might end. “ON US ALL?” He said with a curious tone to his voice. “Have you said something to them?” “Not that I’m aware of but your mother quizzed me pretty heavily last time I came to see you both... and then presented me with the disposable I gave you before I left.” I didn’t tell him she’d said she thought I’d need it more than he did, which I did, and I definitely couldn’t admit to why the boys now wore nappies. “She did say she liked us being friends because I was a good influence but...” I shrugged as if I wasn’t aware of exactly what that could mean. We sat in silence for a moment until mum returned. “Oh hello William, nice to see you again,” she wandered towards the kitchen. “I’m just getting a drink so don’t let me interrupt anything. Does either of you two boys want anything?” I looked to Billy to see if he’d changed his mind but he just shook his head no. “We’re fine mum thanks.” After that brief distraction I continued. “Have you noticed any other changes in your mum or dad? You know, are they different?” “Well, yes. Although the pile of nappies in our room has increased significantly they do seem to be treating us a bit... nicer?” He said this in such a way that he could hardly believe what he was saying. “Surely that’s good thing?” We were still whispering so mum wouldn’t overhear us. Not that it would matter because I’m sure she was always well aware of what went on and what was said in her own house. However, mum’s not one to hang about or eaves drop and pretty soon she was tiptoeing back upstairs armed with a cup of her honey and camomile tea. “Yes it is but it’s only since you called Friday night... so it must have been something you did or said.” “Well, I can’t think of anything but, well, if they’re being nicer...” “You’re right. We should just be grateful that whatever it was... was... good.” Again he looked uncertain as if he expected a backlash at some point and he and Mark would pay the price. I dreaded that the boys would find out that their nappy wearing was down to me. Despite my lack of involvement, it was the sole reason they were now destined to spend so much time wearing them. “Mum and dad have been really good about changing Mark since he came out of hospital.” I looked at him for further information. “They seem happy and smile as they do it... and what’s worse... or better I’m not sure now... they even offer to change me.” We both sat there trying to take in this latest strange development though I knew we were both thinking completely different things. Normally, once Billy had said what he had to say he’d be under instructions to return home straight away but now he had some freedom to take his time. Apparently he had his father’s blessing to be out until tea time so that’s why he came to see me. Of course I was his only mate he could discuss this type of thing with but now we had I chatted about last night’s meal. He’d never been to Blades, or indeed any ‘posh’ restaurant so wanted to know all about it. I didn’t mention last night’s disaster I thought that was just too much intimate info, although it would explain why I was wearing such huge padding. I thought about telling him about Tom but decided that was a revelation I had to think more about. # Before he left he did say that according to his mum “I’d be a welcome visitor in their house anytime. It was always nice to meet such a polite and respectful young man.” He shrugged. “I don’t know what you’ve done or said but no other friend of ours have ever been made to feel that welcome.” “Is that going to be a problem?” “God no please come as often as you like Mark and I need a friend like you... especially if you can change mum and dad’s mind about these.” He said rubbing the front of his equally thick padding. I smiled feebly – if he only knew. # When he’d gone mum came down carrying her case. “Not sure what to pack because I don’t know how long I’ll be but...” “Well it’s Gran so take as long as you need... I’ll be OK.” Mum smiled. “You know I did a double take when I came down earlier.” “Oh yes... why?” I queried. “Well you and William, hmm, Billy, looked like brothers.” “Really?” “Yes, same haircut, same padded pants, same...” “Yes OK, OK, thanks... I get the idea. I look like I’m twelve.” “No,” but she shrugged as if to say – maybe, “you just look comfortable in each other’s company and I thought it was... cute.” “CUTE?” “Well, you know what I mean. You two are so similar if I didn’t know better I’d think your father had a bike.” “What do you mean by that?” I said most indignantly. “Work it out, you’re a bright lad... or so your ‘A’ levels would signify.” Mum giggled and flounced off to the kitchen. Eventually it dawned on me – she was inferring (jokingly it had to be said), that Billy and me were so alike dad might have, well, had sex with... Mrs Edwards. I was shocked that mum could even think, never mind say such a thing. “MUUUUMMMMM!” I cried in disgust and was even more indignant on dad’s behalf. I could hear mum still chuckling at my outrage. # Later, I went up to my bedroom and played on my laptop for a while. I then began to think about mum being away and how I’d miss her. It meant I’d have more responsibility, have to get my own meals and, the job I rarely did, have to wash my own nappies. I could of course just wear disposables but then I didn’t know how long she was going to be away so I’d have to restrict myself. In the end I thought it would be a good test for me as I was a ‘big boy’ and didn’t need mum, no matter how nice it was to have her faffing around me. I even entertained the notion of possibly bringing Tom back here and I’d cook him a meal. However, I paused the game and looked around my bedroom – it hadn’t occurred to me before but this was definitely a lad’s and not a young man’s bedroom. There were my pile of nappies and disposables on various surfaces, there were a couple of stuffed toys (and other toys I just didn’t want to get rid of) also lying around. I could see the books might appear childish to some but Super Heroes are for everyone not just kids. Even my bedding could have been regarded as a bit juvenile so, if Tom was to come back I’d have to make a bit more of an effort otherwise, what with my new haircut also making me look younger, he might think he’d been breaking the law. In my head I was picturing Tom and me in my bed and I have to say I liked the thought but then a sudden different notion crossed my mind – would I be letting mum down? I mean, this is her home; would I be somehow sullying something sacred? It was at that moment, caught in the middle of rapture and guilt, that I wet my nappy and not just with pee. # Monday morning and because she wanted an early start mum was up organising and getting things ready. She left me a list of things not to forget to do and her phone number... as if I didn’t know that off by heart. She didn’t look flustered but was busy, busy, busy as if there was just too much to do and no time to do it all in. However, she finally stood at the door with her coat on and looked ready to leave for Granny’s house. “OK,” she said and then reminded me that there were pre-prepared meals in the freezer, which I knew about (also forgetting the proposed new diet concentrating on fresh fruit and vegetables). Meanwhile, she jokingly alleged that she’d organised Mrs Reynolds to come and tuck me in on a night. This was a reference to my old babysitter and added that I weren’t to have too many wild parties whilst she was away. I promised only one or two... maybe three. Then it was time, so took her case out to the car, and with a kiss on the cheek said she’d be in touch and with a wave drove away. I hadn’t realised just how much seeing the car disappear down the road would affect me and despite my farewell smile I was quite sad inside. I’ll be nineteen in a few weeks’ time and this would be the first occasion I’d be on my own in the house since, well, ever. # Later, when I’d got myself together I noticed that I’d leaked and the padding needed changing. Thankfully, the bright orange colour had diminished a bit, which I put down to just drinking water all day Sunday. I put my laundry in the washer and sorted out what to wear for work. I went to the drawer with all my disposables and was thankful to see mum had re-stocked – bless you mum. I picked the one out I wanted; thick, very soft, plastic backed, pink and blue and had cartoon images of unicorns all over them. Yes this is what Tom was going to see on our reunion. Actually, Tom was just jogging into the building when I arrived and looked the absolute embodiment of a jock. You could tell from the way his tight lycra gripped his muscles that he was used to playing a more physical sport. No doubt, this weekend had seen him indulge in a game or two because there was a slight bruise under his left eye. Still, even sweating like he was after his run, he looked fantastic and I was excited that this handsome athlete was my boyfriend. He noticed my new hairstyle and I saw him raise his eyebrows but didn’t say anything although I think there was a nod of approval. “How was your weekend?” We asked almost simultaneously. As I started giggling at such a silly thing to happen he put his hand on my shoulder and guided me towards the men’s room where the toilets and showers were. He mentioned that ‘the boys’ had won their games and he’d been able to play for the second team in one game (thus the slight injury) but overall, it had been a brilliant weekend. I was loath to tell him that mum and I had gone to a fancy restaurant and that I ended up shitting myself. My ‘raucous’ weekend didn’t seem to compete with a game of rugby and no doubt gallons of drink. I simply said it was quiet and that I missed him. He was all but naked when he pulled me close and gave me a wonderful long kiss. He didn’t seem to remember we were on company property, that or he didn’t care who knew any more. Still it was nice and we were alone. He ran his hand appreciatively through my now shorn locks and whispered that I keep surprising him. He patted my padded bum and smiled, so I knew it was in a good way. “God you just get sexier and sexier.” He whispered in my ear. I was instantly pleased he’d missed me and I wanted to tell him how much I’d missed him but I knew he was hot and sweaty after his run and really needed to take shower and change, so thought I’d keep my thoughts to myself until later. Whilst he stripped the final piece of lycra away it became abundantly clear he was as horny as hell and found myself up against the wall, with the nappy around my knees and feeling just how much he’d missed me. This was an unexpected departure from his earlier attitude of keeping things professional at work. Thankfully the shower area had its own doorway so we could hear if anyone entered. However, I’m not sure just what we would have heard because of the squealing (from me) and sounds of orgasmic delight (from him). This was not the way I thought my day would go but WOW, it was a start that took my mind completely off mum’s trip to see my ailing granny. # I left him to finish taking his shower and the next time a saw him he was wearing his lab coat and looked suitably refreshed. I on the other hand was somewhat soiled, guilty and felt I needed to go to the loo. Heaven knows what the little unicorns prancing about on my nappy thought. However, I was also hoping we could replay that kick off to a morning sometime soon. The professor called us all in to a meeting and said that although we were progressing well with our project the government had come up with something else and it meant a couple of the team would be heading to another lab in the capital. I didn’t like the fact he was looking at Tom as he told us that... and I was right, it was Tom he wanted to lead this new assignment. Of course I was hoping against hope that I’d be in this small select team but the prof indicated two other guys who he’d chosen to go. I should have known I wouldn’t be picked because I didn’t know enough; this was a specialist area and needed specialists to take it on. My ‘A’ levels alone were no match for a Doctorate or Degree in Biochemistry and the team were scheduled to leave on Wednesday. I was devastated and my cute little unicorns got flooded as a result. # tbc #

Not sure whether to put this in the completed story section or new clubs. ?

But as I see on loads of young people now... that style (and I have to say it wasn't anyone;s favourite in those days) is back with a bang. Half of the English Football team are sporting them. I like it.?

Part 14 As I ate the ham salad mum was saying that she’d booked us a table at Blades for 7.30 the following night. “I’ve been online to check out their menu and there’re some things I wouldn’t mind trying.” She enthused. Although I was trying to give her my total attention I kept thinking about nappies drying out on the line. How could I not realise that they might attract attention and speculation? Was I that dumb that it had never occurred to me that what I thought was a closely guarded secret, half the estate may well know? I wriggled in my pull-up aware that the usual thickness wasn’t there... and I was missing the comfort it offered. If I wasn’t eating I’m sure would have found comfort in my dum-dum. I could tell mum was planning on making our celebratory meal at the restaurant something special and I nodded enthusiastically when I thought it was appropriate. She’d explained she was going to ‘try out’ a new frock she’d recently bought but had yet to have the opportunity to wear. Now I’m terrible at getting dressed up and although I’m always smart, the idea of suits, ties and highly polished shoes leaves me cold, smart casual is what I prefer. However, this was a special occasion so I would make the effort. Mum, on the other hand, said she’d already been into town and bought ‘a few things’ for my wardrobe. I chuckled to myself, I’m eighteen (soon to be nineteen), a working man (?) and yet mum still thinks it appropriate to buy my clothes. Actually, when I think about it, when we’ve been shopping for clothes in the past I always end up agreeing to whatever she thinks ‘would look good’ on me. So, I suppose, in a way, I always dress as mum decides. I’m sure whatever she’s bought will be fine, although she wasn’t going into any details. However, mum did drop a hint that she thought it time for me to get a haircut and was pleased when I said I was planning on going in the morning anyway. I wasn’t, I hadn’t even thought about it but, now she’d mentioned it, it was getting a bit unruly. # We watched a bit of TV and I had an early night. Of course I wore my now usual thick and fleecy fabric nappy and a pair of see-thru plastic pants, all of which I noted were much more comfortable than the pull-ups. Mum had done her weekly wash so my duvet and bedding had been changed and there’s nothing quite like slipping under fresh covers. She really does look after me. I was just dropping off when the thought of nappies drying on the line re-emerged in my head and I couldn’t get rid of the notion that everyone in the neighbourhood knew about my wetting problem. Of course, what they didn’t know about, or at least I hoped not, was the huge amount of disposable stuff mum had bought for me and which I just loved to wear. Hopefully some things was secret but, as my brain kept telling me, and not in a reassuring way, it didn’t matter whether they knew or not. Of course that didn’t help because I spent a great deal of the night tossing and turning. Still, at least every time I did, the padding and lovely rustling sound, together with the glossy, slippery feel of the pants made me wonder what I was bothered about. Those sounds and that sensation are what I like about wearing protection so why was I bothered. I kept telling myself I wasn’t but the fact I was wide awake at 3am more or less said otherwise. # Eventually I did drop off and what appeared to be only moments later was woken up by mum saying it was nearly ten and I should get a move on. Of course I was soaked but the material looked more yellow than normal. Despite the amount of fluids I drink at work I’ve been trying cut down so only have a little glass of water with my meals at home. When mum saw the nappy’s colour she asked if I was feeling OK. “Yes, I think so just a bit tired... didn’t sleep well last night.” “Anything bothering you?” “Just the brightness.” Mum sighed because I knew that wasn’t what she meant but knew I wasn’t going to go into any further details. Besides, it was such a vivid colour that at first I wondered if there was something wrong but mum checked online and then gave her opinion that I was dehydrated and should in fact be drinking more water and eating more fruit and veg. “Right,” she said coming to some conclusion, “after our meal tonight, I’ll change our diet around a little to see if we can’t get your pee the right colour.” Mum loves a project. She took the sopping nappy away and said she’d have to soak it before she could put it with the rest of the stuff of mine that needed laundering. Good grief, another line full of terry cotton squares for the neighbours to comment on. As is often the case, we can sit without conversation and the silence doesn’t bother us. I’m not sure what mum’s thoughts were about but mine were on our neighbours. If Mrs Edwards examined our washing I wondered if others also did. I mean it seemed ridiculous to me that anyone would but, according to the boy’s mum, what was on our line was a beacon of some sort. One they could use to make assumptions, theorise and generally jump to conclusions. What on earth had the rest of the estate decided my nappies meant? # After breakfast mum reminded me about my hair and said she had work to do on her laptop. I had no idea what she was looking for or typing about but whatever it was seemed to be holding her attention. She asked if I was going to pop round to see if Mark was any better but after last time, I didn’t want to subject myself to any further grilling. I didn’t tell her that just said that I’d mentioned that I’d go round the following day; give Mark a chance to recover a little more. Mum smiled at my thoughtfulness. I got dressed and made my way along to the High Street where the barbers I usually go to was closed - ‘Due To Family Bereavement’ the sign in the window said. I was about to forget it but noticed that a new place a little further along had opened up and it looked like there was no queue. Tomaz & Dezi – Kurdish Hairstylists was what the new sign painted on the window proclaimed with a price list down the side. It appeared cheaper than where I normally went to so called in. I don’t know if it was Tomaz or Dezi but was greeted with a huge welcoming smile and a flourish of the hairdresser’s cape as I made for the chair he indicated. The other member of the duo was sweeping up some hair from a previous customer and he stopped to wish me a pleasant day. Both guys were young, dark and good-looking and enthusiastic so I hoped I’d be in safe hands. As I sat down I felt my comfy disposable balloon out a bit with the trapped air. However, the leather seat and extra padding made it very pleasant to sit in front of the mirror. “What do you want?” He asked with a heavy foreign accent and a smile. “Erm” I hesitated because I hadn’t really thought about what style I wanted. Often I just say a trim and leave it at that but I was feeling I needed to change things a bit. “Erm, do you have any suggestions?” He seemed to be caught slightly off-guard by my question but he simple tied the cape around me and said that most young men at the moment were having a Maddison cut. Now I knew that was a footballer but didn’t know just how it looked but thought I might as well be trendy and agreed to it. About fifteen minutes later I left with a similar haircut that both Mark and Billy had, which meant it was very short indeed. I looked like a fifteen year old and my almost shaven sides felt cold as soon as I stepped out into the street. This was the most severe cut I’d ever had and wasn’t sure I liked it. In fact, I didn’t. I thought it was just too different from how I normally had it and wondered what mum would say when I got home. As I walked home I was deeply self-conscious and, with my now soaked nappy (yes I’d filled it when I saw just how much he was cutting off and got anxious) and short hair I thought I looked weird. However, I passed quite a few other lads my age and possibly younger (it was difficult to tell) with a similar cut so at least I knew I wasn’t going to be alone... in fact, I now looked like Billy. When I got in mum was still working at her laptop but turned and saw me looking more than a bit embarrassed. “Oh sweetie,” she paused, “you haven’t had a cut like that since you started at junior school – short back and sides they called it then.” “The Maddison,” I chipped in still not knowing if she approved or not. “Well love, it’s a huge departure for you but I have to say I love it, you look very smart.” I was relieved I had her approval and went to sit on the couch and watch a bit of TV. I needed something to take my mind off what I’d done. One of the programmes was a review of the week’s football and I don’t know why I hadn’t noticed before but it would appear that over half the young players were sporting the same haircut that I was. I smiled to myself – I was more trendy than I thought. # Around six mum made a move to get herself ready for our celebratory meal and told me that she’d left a few ‘bits and pieces’ on my bed. I knew what that meant and I was more than a little intrigued to see what she’d bought. I quickly had a shower because a few loose hairs had been irritating my neck. After that I felt a lot better but when looking in the mirror still wasn’t too sure about the haircut. I also wondered if Tom would have any comments - would he like it or think it a step too far. For a moment I felt a little down because Tom wasn’t here to celebrate with us but as I gently patted my padded bum, his presence was still pretty palpable. Well my hair was done now and would grow again if no one but mum thought it ‘nice’. Thankfully, being as short as it was didn’t give too many permutations to rearrange it so, after a quick comb it was done then I returned to my room. First thing I noticed was a nice new freshly ironed pink button down collar shirt hanging from my wardrobe. Secondly, there were a couple of cards which said CONGRATULATIONS; one was signed by members of my family, which was nice because none of them lived locally, the other from mum. Thirdly, mum had set out from my collection of disposables a pink pair with pink plastic pants AND a pair of new also sharp-as-a-pin pressed black trousers. Mum popped her head around the door. “Hope you don’t mind me choosing what to wear but I saw this combination and thought you would look good in it.” “Pink disposables?” I raised my eyebrows in a questioning but I hoped fun way. “Of course, I picked the shirt to match them... what do you think? I think they look very stylish.” I held up the pink disposable and pink plastic pants against the shirt... they did complement each other quite well. “Just thought they’d all go together,” she came into my room beaming then a surprise; she presented me with a small present wrapped in gold paper. “And just a little something for you as a special reminder of just what you mean to me and to mark my wonderful son’s achievements.” I hadn’t expected anything but nonetheless eagerly ripped open the paper and found a brand new black and silver watch, which looked expensive and had my name engraved on the back. “Wow, thanks mum, it looks, it looks, fantastic... and expensive.” “Well love, I think you deserve something a bit special. You’ve achieved so much this year and your results were just brilliant so I wanted to mark the occasion with something I hope will last a lifetime.” “Wow,” I admired how classy it was and how thoughtful mum always was, “thanks mum.” I was a little overcome so we cuddled each other, me wearing only a towel and her in a lovely new dress. “You look pretty wonderful tooooo,” I said as she squeezed me even tighter. She held me for a few more moments and whispered how proud she was and how no doubt dad would have been thrilled at everything I’d accomplished. “I hope so mum, I sincerely hope so.” I whispered back as I looked to the heavens, which is where I knew dad would be if such a thing was possible. Mum left to finish titivating herself up and reapplying some mascara, which had been damaged by a few silently shed tears. Of course now I couldn’t object to wearing a pink disposable, not that I would because I’d been keeping them for a special occasion myself, so this had worked out fine. However, first I had to rub in my anti-rash cream and douse the area in talc, then fluff out the disposable which I have to say seemed to expand as the air got to it. It was unbelievably soft and wonderful to pull up between my legs and tape around my waist. The layers of fleecy material gently cupped my dangly bits and I wondered if I needed the plastic pants. However, mum had left them for me to wear so who was I to think otherwise. I shuffled the slippery looking fabric up my legs, added the pink shirt, looked in the full length mirror and giggled at myself; I looked like I should be advertising some baby product on TV. However, once I pulled up the smart black trousers I looked like a sophisticated man about town. Well, perhaps with my new hairstyle that should be, boy about town, but even though I say it myself, thought I looked pretty good. The pants had enough room to accommodate the excess padding but I didn’t think it detracted from the overall fit. “Jason... you look gorgeous.” Mum announced when I presented myself downstairs. “So do you mum... let’s go shall we?” I love to hear that slight rustle and feel the soft fabric rubbing against my thighs as we got in the waiting taxi and headed to Blades. # I won’t bore you with the menu suffice to say the restaurant lived up to its reputation of being excellent and expensive. Mum declared her starter, clam risotto, a triumph, whilst my Coquilles St. Jacques (scallops in a creamy white wine sauce topped with mashed potato and cheese crumb) was pretty tasty as well. I joined mum in a glass of Chablis but left her to finish the bottle as we tucked into Lobster Thermidor and a pile of twice cooked chips as our main. It was quite an experience but I had to agree that Blades deserved its five star rating on Trip Advisor. Although it was still relatively early days mum asked if I was happy with the way Tom and I were going. It was a simple and uncomplicated question and yet although I waffled on about how it was all still very exciting, at the back of my mind I was still hurt that he’d decided to go off with his other friends rather than be with me. Of course I’d already reasoned it out but still, that was something that nagged and made me think... what if? Now, that ‘what if’ had been sparked by that lad on the bus. I mean, surely it wasn’t that easy to get someone’s attention and things to develop from there... was it. However, that one incident had sparked a series of thoughts going off in my head and at one point, I wondered about the nice young waiter who served us... was he a possible partner? One glass of Chablis and I’m already giving myself to the first person who comes along. I wriggled in my seat hoping that mum couldn’t read my mind but, of course she could, she knew and understood everything about me. The front of my nappy grew warm because I was conflicted and I’d never been like this before. For me ‘what ifs’ was a dangerous and confusing path to venture down. # tbc #

Horny sailors in diapers, what's not to like? ?

The Diaper Club Many years ago, when I was in the Navy, a few of my mates and I would book into a hotel when we were on leave and spend the time we had indulging in our respective passion. Sex was always a possibility but what I’d discovered on-board this particular ship was quite few of the ratings had similar desires as I… and that was for wearing diapers. It had been weird the way it had come about because it started off as a joke, well, a dare actually, for one of the new recruits (and the youngest member of the crew) to be cajoled into wearing a diaper as he was the ‘baby of the boat’. Apparently, a couple of the guys had had to suffer this ‘dare’ at the hands of their jock overlords if they wanted to get into the fraternity house at college. It was a youthful and silly initiation of sorts and seemed an innocent enough distraction from normal life aboard a ship. On top of that it was nice to see, even briefly, the young lad looking embarrassed as he shuffled around wearing a diaper. I know it made me horny to witness this and I could tell, call it a sixth sense, that others were also enjoying the spectacle on a different level to most others, who just saw it as a joke. What became clear was that the poor guy was inundated with diapers and plastic pants and before he knew it he was more or less, when not on parade, made to wear what the crew bought him. Once that ‘leaning’ had been established (and the sailor looked like he’d begun to enjoy being the ship’s baby) we all began to talk guardedly between ourselves and, surprise, surprise, diapers were a big turn on for a small bunch of us. This we used to bring us closer and although we didn’t wear onboard, at every opportunity on leave, we’d find a hotel and dress like we wanted. A couple of the guys were really into being adult babies, which was wonderful to watch. Guys in their youthful prime, slim, athletic and wearing a diaper, what could be better? Whilst me and another rating were just mad on diapers, diaper lovers, and wanted to wear all the time. However, being sailors and not free agents to do as we pleased, we kept it very low key from the rest of the ship. # Although a few furtive fumbles and quickly grabbed shags onboard ship happened, it wasn’t something that the officers encouraged… no matter what you might have heard. Even if we only had a pass for a few hours, we’d try to make sure we were all on leave together so that in our little group no one felt left out. We took it in turns dressing in our diapers and occasionally it would turn to sucking, fucking and being fucked and I think we all enjoyed it, I know I did. Eventually, we became a tight band of six, highly sexed, young guys who needed an outlet for our constantly hard cocks and it was fantastic to occasionally find others via texts and the internet who shared our ‘interest’. Onboard ship you had to learn to get along. Living conditions below decks were pretty cramped and it was drilled into you, as with all service personnel, that no matter how much you may not like the other guy; you might just rely on him in a moment of crisis. Thankfully, our group had bonded early on when we were very raw recruits on our first ship and we’d nervously banded together against this strange environment. We also flirted with each other and soon became relaxed in each other’s company. As there is absolutely no privacy, we saw each other naked, erect and horny at all times of the day and night. It wasn’t long before our meal-breaks and exercises on ship meant we were thrown together even more and those few, furtive and secretive wanks were no longer a solo exercise. Of course, we didn’t just have sex, when we were on leave we’d team up and see the sights, laughing and joking and enjoying what Navy life could offer us in friendship, camaraderie, travel and a career. From 18, until I left when I was 25, these lads kept me sane, happy and full of spunk… there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t have done for any of them and I’d like to think, that they wouldn’t have done for me. However, it was our love of wearing, and using, diapers that had brought us all together and it was that that kept our friendship even after our tour of service had ended. To consolidate that feeling, we all decided to have a tattoo and we chose the small diaper because of our little club. We didn’t all have the tattoo done at the same time, nor did we decide the exact look of the tattoo, only that we would all have one. Mine was tattooed on my left buttock; I wanted my friends to know that I had it while they were filling my butt. Two of the guys, Mikey and Ron, had small identical ones on their right bicep; Midge had one, a little larger than anyone else, on his left hip, which looked incredible. Tommy had the smallest (but some might think, the cutest) on his earlobes. Cally had his tattooed on his ankle, which wasn’t very impressive but that made the membership of the ‘Diaper Club’ complete. It felt great to be in such a club. It brought us even closer together and I felt it had some great significance when I was having sex with a fellow member of the club. Nothing was off limits, nothing was denied and we tried everything. As soon as one of us learned a new technique or had an idea, we all embraced it and tried it out. Sometimes more successfully than others and I remember my arse being absolutely raw after a few of the new ‘experimentations’. Toys and diapers became more than just a few building blocks and rattles… the toys were very grown up (although we still had the other childish elements for when that’s all we wanted). When we left the services, it was all at different times so our little group broke up and, as we all lived in different parts of the country, keeping in touch became difficult. A couple of the guys got married and started families. Tommy re-signed and as far as I know, is still a career sailor. I managed to meet up with Cally, Midge and Mikey separately and, although we enjoyed the sex, there was something missing, I have tried other relationships with many other guys since but the feeling our little club generated just wasn’t there. So, after a couple of weeks, maybe a month, I’d move on to try and find that intense camaraderie somewhere and with some else. Thankfully, there are many ways now to meet others with the same interest and, although I haven’t found that same intensity, I have enjoyed (and continue to enjoy) long session with others and now I’m a civilian, I like to wear diapers 24/7. I’ve never had such intense feelings for another guy since but would love to start another little shag club where a few like-minded guys get together at a hotel and think of nothing else except pleasuring each other. I know you’ll say that there are plenty of clubs or volunteers around to cater for this need but I suppose I want friends not just a hole to shag or a cutie in a diaper (although both of them are acceptable alternatives). We were so close and that friendship made life so special. As I wear a diaper now, that snugly, comforting hug reminds me of all the times me and other club members found each other. I still have photos of our boat baby and love the idea of an entire boat full of young sailors dressed like him. Now wouldn’t that be brilliant? ======

Not sure that this type of parent ever gets their comeuppance. But using nappies as a way to change behaviour...mmmm?

Part 13 Even though I’d known them for ages it was still a bit of an ordeal plucking up courage to visit unannounced. However, I knocked on the door and it was Mrs Edwards who answered. “Good evening Mrs Edwards, I was just wondering if Mark was back from the hospital yet and if not when might it be convenient to call?” I detected a suspicion of a smile on her face when she recognised me. “Ah Jason, yes, come on in. They’ve just returned and his father is seeing to him at the moment.” She opened the door wider and I tentatively walked in. “Is he fully recovered?” Again I was still in awe that Mrs Edwards had been so nice to me. I don’t know what I was expecting but not this. “Just one or two little things but he should be better in a few days.” She invited me into her perfect living room. “Please take off your shoes.” She added as I took that first step indoors. I slipped them off and padded toward the sofa where she patted the space next to her to sit down. “Mr Edwards shouldn’t be long,” she smiled but I was nervous and could feel that under her scrutiny my bladder might not last the next few minutes. “You have a lovely home...” I tried my best to keep the anxiety out of my voice. “Is Bill, erm, William around yet?” “Yes, they are both upstairs with their father.” No further information was offered and I didn’t want to appear nosey so stayed looking at my socks. “It’s very nice of you to be concerned Jason. You out of all the boys’ friends are the only one who asked about visiting Mark.” It was a simple statement of fact as far as she was concerned but I guess the Edwards didn’t know the fear all the other kids felt in their presence. Even the mere mention of them made our little group think twice before they said anything else. “Oh, that’s a shame.” I added unnecessarily. “Hummm,” which was more of a noise than a word she added as if in thought. “You’ve always been a friend to our boys, even when they were little we noticed that you seemed to have time for them.” I wasn’t sure if she needed a comment or this was going to be part of a major discussion so I just smiled and nodded. “We all need friends.” I answered glibly. “Both of them look up to you and, I’m pleased to say, we think they are lucky to have a friend like you.” Now, this was not the type of conversation I was expecting and was suddenly wishing I’d gone straight home or at least emptied my bladder before I knocked on that door. However, she was being nice and complimentary so it was difficult to make my excuses to leave. Unexpectedly there was a change of direction. # “I’ve watched you grow up Jason and always admired the way you and your mother coped after the loss of your father.” Bloody hell, how had we got into this discussion? I had no idea she was even aware of our circumstances. Although I should have known on our little street people would know just about everything. Still I was stunned that Mrs Edwards was being so... chatty? “You and your mother always appeared to be so close. Even more so, you were... are... always polite and even tempered with time for everyone and nothing seems to be too much trouble.” Again she smiled at her own praise but I was feeling uneasy. I was about to coyly say that wasn’t the case, even though it was, but she went on. “Over the years I’ve noticed,” she nodded as if remembering something, “hanging out on your washing line evidence that said you had bouts of incontinence. Large nappies and plastic pants drying in the sun and wind... which made me wonder if it was that which kept you two close.” Oh god, where was this going and where is Mr Edwards, surely he must be finished by now? I looked around the room hoping to find some distraction or an excuse to change the subject. “I detected, over the last few months that the washing line is full again and wondered how often you need changing?” She was staring at me, almost daring me to not answer but of course I am too polite for that and shivered as I admitted that I needed a thick nappy to sleep in. “Through preference... or because you need to?” There was a query but also an accusation in her tone. She wasn’t letting up but I didn’t see why I had to tell her the complete truth, unless she’d already had this conversation with mum. Although I couldn’t see mum telling anyone about my situation without her telling me. “I have anxiety attacks, erm, and lack of night time control so...” my excuse petered out. “Oh dear,” It was as if she was being sympathetic without being sympathetic, more like she was taking the p... “What about at work, I believe you’re now employed?” It was a question I knew she had the answer to but answered anyway. “Yes I’m working at Collins’s as a technical assistant.” “Do you wear protection there as well?” God she wasn’t letting up and I could feel my face blushing furiously. Not only that but where was all this heading and why was she so interested? “Yes,” I quietly confessed. I was trying not to look her in the eye but she was insistent that we keep eye contact. “What style do you wear there?” Oh hell this conversation was still continuing... when will it end? “Erm, um, disposables and plastic pants.” For some reason I found it hard not to tell her everything. “And they’re not bothered by this?” I shrugged. “No one is.” “So,” she said as if a final comment, “it’s safe for me to assume,” and she reached down to her handbag and pulled out her evidence, “that it was you who gave this to William?” I should have known... the flat, unopened, though obviously childish cartoon disposable was waved in front of my face. “Oh f***.” # My sore bum tightened in reaction to this revelation and swallowed hard stifling the curse I nearly blurted out but she wasn’t done. “Of course, as I’ve said, I’ve seen your fabric nappies drying in your garden and understood they were needed if the person was incontinent for one reason or another. However, this, rather babyish cartoon disposable tells me something completely different - that you like to wear them and love even more the childish nature of them.” It was too late, the anxiety took over and a stream of warm pee engulfed the front of my nappy. I knew I had a robust pair of plastic pants that would prevent any dribbles or leaks but I still wasn’t sure if she knew what was happening. This wasn’t fair I hadn’t come to be intimidated or to explain myself I came to see how a sick friend was. However, I had given her son a particularly juvenile looking disposable and I suspect he’d been under more stress than I was trying to explain it. She looked at me to see if I would react to what she’d said. It was strange, once again I’d been caught out and instead of following the “own it” advice I’d given to Mark, I faltered and was unsure what to say or do. Although my nappy was rapidly filling up I knew the thick material would deal with it all. Maybe I should have set about praising the pluses of wearing a nappy, the comfort and security it gives but I figured it was best to stay quiet. It’s not that easy to explain everything. Not only that but where was Mr Edwards? What was he doing with Mark that was taking so long? I wanted to go home. However, what suddenly flashed into my mind was that boy on the bus, he didn’t seem to mind my padding, nor did Tom or mum so, what had it got to do with Mrs Edwards, other than I’d given one to her son? “Yes, I did give Billy... “William,” she corrected. “William. Yes, I did give William one of my spare disposables because he told me you had put both him and Mark in fabric nappies as a punishment.” Surprisingly the stern lady smiled at that. “Is that what he told you?” The fact that she was smiling should have been an indication there was more to it than that but I didn’t catch on in time. I carried on in my defence. “I thought it might be a nice break from the fabric nappies he says he has to wear... I find them quite comfortable and fun... so I thought...” She was looking from me, flushed with embarrassment and the cartoon on the front of the nappy. Had she shaken it out and used it on Billy, there would have been a host of other childish characters to see. I didn’t mention that he disliked the fabric ones or that they had to use them or that he said he preferred the disposable. I was already regretting possibly saying too much and getting Billy into trouble. I saw she was still smiling but shaking her head, whilst fondling the supple material. “You know Jason. You’ve had more of an effect on my boys than you possibly know.” I had no idea where this was going. “But, William and Mark are both boisterous boys who, over the years have had to be reined in. Of course, not everyone approves of our methods but we could discuss these at length and we’d still disagree. However, recently, when one of them broke the rules we as a family have set down I wondered if there might be an alternative... and that alternative was... you.” “What? I mean, what do you mean?” I was worried. “Well, I looked to the way you and your mother interact with each other and you’re always happy. I’ve never heard a bad word said against you, nor have I ever heard you swearing or carrying on in the street. The fact that you regularly wear nappies I assumed was one of the reasons and I simply wondered if those folds of material would have the same effect on my two.” Oh, this was sounding like... but my thoughts were broken as she delivered the coup-de-grâce. “So, because of the way you are... and the nappies you wear... you are responsible as to why William and Mark now wear them as well, in the hope that their attitude would be more like yours.” She smiled when she saw how horror-struck I looked. “I hoped by emulating what I thought your mother must be like with you, and whom I assumed let you keep your nappies because they held you in check, I would see a similar change in my two.” She beamed because she hadn’t done. “Guess what? The wearing of nappies has changed them a little. So, thanks to you, and your nappies, we’re keeping them in their more traditional padding for the foreseeable future. Maybe eventually Jason, we’ll get a couple of boys who are as well-behaved as you.” I could feel my anxiety levels were just about hitting panic stations and I almost grabbed for my dum-dum in my pants pocket. However, I had second thoughts about that because she would have known too much about what I liked and that scared me. She’d assumed a great deal but assumed correctly that my nappies were more than just to cover for teenage incontinence and it worried me. What other assumptions she’d made, or was likely to make, that were correct. I was completely and utterly stunned by her perception but at that point Mr Edwards arrived from upstairs. “Oh hello Jason, wasn’t sure it was you at the door. Well, both boys are changed and ready so Mark’s in bed but William... well why don’t you go up and see for yourself?” As I made the move to the bottom of the stairs I heard Mrs Edwards call out. “Thanks for all you’ve done Jason... you’ve certainly helped us without even knowing it.” Without turning around to see for myself, I just knew they both had smiles on their faces. # Slowly and nervously I made my way to the boy’s bedroom pondering what I was going to say to them. I was also wondering if their mother had told them the reason they were now subjected to nappies and my part in that decision. Billy must have heard me coming and greeted me at the bedroom door. “Oh hi Jase glad you’ve come to see us.” He wasn’t smiling but at least he seemed genuinely happy to see me. What I also noticed was the huge padding he now sported under his loose fleecy grey shorts. “How’s the injured soldier?” I joked as he led me into their room. “See for yourself.” “Mark still looked a little pale but was lying on his bed in his pyjamas though the similar bulky padding could be seen underneath. There was a small strip of white plastic pants jutting out over the top of his pyjama bottoms but I pretended not to notice. “Hi Jase.” He weakly said. “Oh Mark, you look, well, sort of alright-ish... but I guess having an exploding appendix was no fun, eh?” He nodded with a grimace that was almost a smile but could tell, even though it was early, he appeared quite sleepy and I didn’t want to keep him up too long. Mum always said to me that sleep was the best way to recover from illness so I assumed it was the same for everyone. “Well, I’m glad you’re back with us...” I heard a slight sigh but didn’t know if that was because he was still hurting or the fact he was wearing a thick nappy and back with his parents. “The doctor said it will be a few more days yet before he’ll be up to full strength but... I’m glad he’s back as I’ve really missed him.” Billy looked over but his brother’s eyes were closed. “Can I get you anything bro?” There was no reply just a subtle wiggle and slight rustle as he settled down to sleep. “Well I’ll not stay...” I said trying to get away from the Edward’s house. This had not been the visit I expected and the adrenalin was pumping though my body... or it could have been shame. “Before you go...” I was manoeuvred to the furthest point away from the now dozing Mark. “Mum found the disposable and interrogated me as to where I got it...” “Yes I know she’d just waved it at me.” “Oh, sorry about that Jase but I didn’t tell her it was you, I said I found it and I was just wondering...” “Well she knows it was from me because she guessed.” I suppose I had to explain how she guessed. “She’d seen nappies out on the line in our garden at some point and put two and two together.” He looked at me stunned. “Did you confess?” “Well it seemed silly denying it as she knew and I didn’t know then how much you might have told her so I said it was all down to me. I said I felt sorry because you had to wear a fabric nappy and I thought a disposable might be nicer.” I could see him visibly shake. “If she knew and it’s now been confirmed that means we’re in for a beating. She’ll say I’ve lied to her and dad...” I gulped because I knew that was just what Mr and Mrs Edwards were like. “I hope it won’t come to that.” “So do I but...” he shrugged as if he was acknowledging that it was a foregone conclusion and unconsciously rubbed his padded bottom. “Oh Christ I’m so sorry Billy I didn’t mean to drop you in it.” “No I know but... Well, you’ve done so much for mine and Mark’s self-esteem and I can’t thank you enough for being there and probably being the only other person we can talk to about this.” He rubbed the bulging front of his shorts as if I needed to know what he was referring to... I didn’t. I nodded and hugged him close. “Sorry” I whispered “I’ll call again tomorrow or Sunday but if you’re out and about yourself you know you can always pop in to see me.” “Yer thanks.” He wondered over to Mark and sat down on his bed and quite affectionately ran his hand through his brother’s hair. “Poor guy, I hope I can protect him, he’s been through such a lot.” There was that brotherly love that I knew I had nothing to do with, if only their parents saw just how loving and responsible they are I’m sure things would be different. Alas, my involvement is already too much so decided to keep my own counsel on that opinion. “Okay, better be off, didn’t tell mum I’d be calling in before I got home so no doubt tea will be waiting when I get in.” “Yer sure... see you later and thanks for calling in.” As I made my way downstairs I was met at the bottom by Mrs Edwards, she smiled. “Thanks for coming Jason. You’re a very thoughtful boy and surprising friend.” She then passed me the cartoon disposable. “By the looks of things, you’ll need this more than William.” As I put on my shoes she pressed it into my hand, opened the front door and watched me waddle from the house in my sodden and swollen padding. As I walked the hundred or so yards between our houses I couldn’t help but feel incredibly guilty. I’m not sure if it was any one thing but a feeling engulfed me that it was my fault and yet wasn’t too sure just what that fault was. # Surely I can’t be blamed for the Edwards choosing nappies as the punishment for any rule breaking in their household... except it’s my wearing of nappies that gave them that idea. What’s more, that’s two more people who are aware of my situation and who didn’t seem to think it too odd. Maybe they did and that’s why they came up with it to punish their own kids. Oh dear, I felt awful about the entire thing. The one bright spot, mum was waiting as I walked through the doorway with a smile and a hug. Thank God for mum. After the usual greetings and a brief explanation of calling in on Mark I excused myself as I desperately needed a moment to myself and a change. “Don’t worry love, it won’t spoil, it’s just a salad... a ham salad,” she added to be precise. “Okay, won’t be long just need to get out of these clothes and into...” I didn’t really have to explain and my voice petered out as the need for a fresh nappy became more important. Naked but for my bulging nappy, all held close by those lovely plastic pants, I was pleased that they’d contained my anxiety led flood. The disposable was, despite being doubled up, quite sodden and I had to wonder if I was getting worse or just drinking too much. I have to admit we do go through an enormous amount of coffee and sodas at work. Anyway, it was a relief to be out of it so fished out an old pair of pull-ups for a change. I thought I might welcome the less bulky style and certainly hoped that sitting around the table with mum I’d be less conscious of the padded problems I’d unintentionally caused Billy and Mark. I was turning over in my head whether to let mum know about the Edward’s decision to punish their sons and that it was based on their observations of us. I was trying to see the logic in their decision. I mean, although she’d told me, it didn’t make any sense... and yet... she said it was having an effect. I didn’t know precisely how but that’s what she revealed. Instead I told her that Mark was home but still looked terrible. The doctor’s saying he’s better off there than in the hospital but he needs a bit more time to fully recover. “How’s Mr and Mrs Edwards coping?” Mum asked. I had to think about not saying too much but still letting mum know I found them strange. “Oh, you know? I really like the lads, they’re good mates and their mum and dad seemed happy to have him back but I think that set up is pretty weird.” I mean, I was still getting over the fact that for some time Mrs Edwards had been observing our washing. That was something that had never occurred to me, that my nappies would be the subject of anyone’s suspicions. Perhaps that was just me being naive and maybe the entire neighbourhood was well aware of my needs in that particular direction. Mum just nodded, conceivably she found them strange as well. # tbc #

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Part 12 I’d had many happy years of wearing a nappy but I never knew it could be so much fun. Tom had me doing things, and WAS doing things, I’d never thought about before. He teased, rubbed, kissed, cuddled, licked, whispered, nipped and nibbled all over my body but my nappy stayed on. We snuggled and softly caressed each other before passionately breaking off to snog each other senseless. Our thick padding and plastic pants became playgrounds as we did everything except take them off. However, after quite a few hours both were in a terribly distressed state. He asked if I wanted to stay the night and I nodded (mum is always right). He then said it would be his pleasure if I’d let him change me. This was something I wasn’t expecting and became quite nervous, despite everything we’d done, for it to happen as my nappy was completely and utterly sodden. He smiled when I told him of this and simply said “SNAP!” From under the bed he produced a package of Abena M4s and asked me to chill as he eased down my slightly ripped plastic pants and pulled at the tabs holding my disposable together. “I wanted to make sure you have everything you need.” I was about to say I always have spares in my backpack but that seemed a little ungrateful. “Hold on Jase, I’ll get a nice warm cloth and clean you up and then I’ll change you. Will that be okay?” This was nervously thrilling but I could hardly say no because my nappy and pubic area were just a greasy mess. As he toddled off to the bathroom (yes even Tom had a waddle wearing a wet nappy) my mind suddenly remembered that he used to change his little brother’s nappies. Those earlier thoughts about him changing mine and the fun I associated with such an act, overcame my initial anxiety. This was going to be fine, everything about this was fine and Tom was taking the lead, which I really, really wanted. He returned carrying a damp wash-cloth and a towel. “You know Jase,” he said as he wiped me down, the warm cloth feeling wonderful against my naked skin. “I might have to get rid of my hair,” he dabbed at my hairless crotch, “you look so sweet.” His gaze was making me feel appreciated and I couldn’t help but love the man who was so into me he was willing not only to change my nappy but wear one himself so I didn’t feel silly. “You look so inno...” I reached out and pulled him close, the clean-up forgotten I just wanted more of this wonderful man. Tom whispered “Are you sure?” Ripping off his wet padding I could see he was as excited as I was to take things further. Because we embraced our cocks rubbed together and, not having the soaked thick fabric between us, that felt incredible. He moaned in my ear and asked if I was definitely sure. “Please,” was all I offered in response. He broke away and smiled down at me, “Then how can I refuse such a sweet and innocent Little Bear?” Once again he gently lifted my legs onto his shoulders and reached over into his bedside drawer and took out lube, condoms and a dummy. He held the dummy up. “I want you to have everything you might need.” He raised his eyebrows as if he wasn’t too sure but still offered it to me and it seemed such a lovely, thoughtful gesture, I happily licked my lips in anticipation and let him lovingly slip it in. # We bounced around his bed (and once onto the floor) but there was something about this man that I wanted more and more of. Of course the dummy wasn’t in my mouth for long because I was moaning and squealing and being pumped full but Tom seemed to have the time and capacity to hold back and deliver again and again. Eventually, sweating like a couple of over-heated pigs, he orgasmed deep and long. His body twitched inside mine and my stomach was just a pattern of messy greasy streaks and globs. To clean ourselves up we took a shower together, he gently sponging every part of my body but by then I was just too knackered to respond to his sweet subtle kisses. Once that was finished he dried me down and we settled back into the bedroom. He stripped the sweaty bed and laid out a fresh sheet. He asked me to lie out and he picked up one of the Abena’s. “OK Little Bear, time for beddy-byes don’t you think, we have work tomorrow?” I nodded. “So let me get us both ready for the night.” He made sure I was completely dry before sprinkling powder all over my groin and taping me in. He opened the bedside drawer again and pulled out a pair of pink plastic pants and pulled them up. He then did the same to himself including a similar coloured pair of plastic pants. God he looked fantastic in them. “OK, sleep now... is that okay with you?” Again I nodded. “Here don’t forget this,” and slipped the dummy gently between my lips. “Now no begging for more sex because I’m worn out.” He joked. I was relaxed as he snuggled up to my back and held me in his arms. “Night Jase and thanks.” But I was so tired and at ease I just wriggled in closer and continued to gently suckle on my dummy. He turned off the light and that was it until his alarm went off at 07:00. So, I never got my celebratory meal, not even a milkshake; all I can say is that there are still two frozen lasagna waiting to be eaten - perhaps another time? # When the alarm went off I was a bit disorientated and not sure where I was. Tom was a very morning person and was awake and aware straight away and kissed the nape of my neck (we may not have moved position all night) and welcomed me to the day. It was strange waking up in someone else’s bed and of course I immediately ran my hand over the engorged padding and knew I’d filled it as per usual. For the first time in ages I felt I’d let myself down by not being able to go one night without soaking my nappy. However, I looked over at Tom who was now standing at the side of the bed and have to say he still looked stunning in his pink plastic pants, although it didn’t look like he’d filled his like I’d done. He patted my padded bottom, “C’mon lazy bear, you need the bathroom more than me at the moment so...” and pointed me towards the door. “There’re fresh towels in the cupboard and a toothbrush.” It seemed that Tom was well prepared for my visit so took one of his Abenas to change into. I liked the idea of wearing something of his to work... it was going to be a wonderful day. Within an hour we were both ready for work. He wore white boxer shorts, and looked so damned hunky, whilst I wore the pink plastic pants over my fresh pure white disposable. I felt on top of the world, as if everything had changed for the better and the thick padding only added to that. I could have skipped along the streets; the padding making me feel loved and protected because Tom knew, didn’t mind and absolutely encouraged that little side of me. We made small talk as we ambled along, avoiding the occasional pedestrian, about his university life, the friends he made there and the sports he played; he seemed to have crammed an entire lifetime into just three years study. I think I might have made a mistake by not taking that extra educational experience. Still if I had, I wouldn’t now be walking with the man who was my hero, lover and friend. # Despite my little waddle on our half hour walk to work, I don’t think I’d ever been happier. The new Abena hugged me just as much as Tom had done last night so nothing could have been nicer. “At one point last night I heard a little noise,” Tom was confiding as we walked, “a sort of licking sound and I wondered what was happening. Anyway, I turned the bedside light on and saw that your dummy had fallen out. So, I slipped it back in and you sucked on it straight away.” He beamed as he said this, “It was so damn sweet I nearly hugged you to death afterwards.” I felt so pleased with both his words and actions I couldn’t help but reach over and give his hand a squeeze. “I liked the pet name you used for me.” I said in response. He looked at me sideways as if to say “what?” “You know... because of my plastic pants with all the bears all over them...” still he looked unsure. “You called me Little Bear... and I thought that was nice.” “Oh did I? Mmmm,” he added thoughtfully, “maybe that does sum you up pretty nicely. A cuddly, soft, sweet and cute little bear... mmmm... I like that as well.” I timidly smiled up at him but wondered if he was pulling my leg at not remembering or had he simply not realised? # Work continued as normal and I wondered if we’d be spending more time together and asked him about the weekend. “Oh sorry Jase, I mean Little Bear, Terry and Barnsy are playing in tournament and I said I’d go with them. “Oh, can I come?” I asked innocently. “Not really Jase, it’s not one of those events... a lot of drinking, a lot of boisterousness, and team stupidity. I don’t think it’s your type of thing at all.” He seemed to think that was a good enough reason but I wasn’t happy. “When are you setting off?” “The team bus leaves tomorrow night and I don’t get back until Sunday night... I hope,” he added with a comical grimace. After last night my bum was sore again and I didn’t particularly want a repeat so soon. I’d gotten carried away and my body ached as well as my bum so... tonight would be too much and I wasn’t sure, if I was with him, I’d be able to say no because, well, I hadn’t said no so far. Mind you, nor had he! “Oh that’s a shame,” I pretended I was pleased he had plans. However, I knew this was a test of some kind and decided that we should both have lives beyond each other. All this intimacy was new to me so wasn’t sure if I was being reasonable or unreasonable. I did think, seeing as we’d just got together, that he’d have included me in his plans but, of course, he had friends other than me who he’s had for longer so I shouldn’t be complaining. I had met both these lads, men, in the rugby club bar and they were pretty noisy and ‘in your face’ then and I definitely wouldn’t have fitted in with their sense of humour or drinking culture. Perhaps Tom was right to leave me out of his plans on this occasion. Still, I wasn’t happy but thought I’d make my own arrangements for the weekend. Maybe Ralph or James or Kili would be around and we can all go out together and celebrate our ‘A’ level successes. When I got home mum said Billy had popped round the night before to say that they were expecting Mark home on Friday so didn’t think it was worth visiting him as he’d only be in hospital another night. Apparently, mum said that he seemed keen to tell me something but that was all she could get out of him before he had to go. I wondered if it was about the disposable I’d given him and just hoped that if it was, it wasn’t something horrible that his parents had cooked up for him. Then I thought - if that was the case they certainly wouldn’t have let him come round to see me, so, I put my own mind at rest on that account. Still, I wondered what he wanted to say. # I called James to see what he was up to and his mum said he was visiting Durham with his dad looking at accommodation and getting the lay out of the University, apparently it stretches all over the city and beyond. Meanwhile, a call to Kili had just caught him as he and the family were setting off to a family wedding in the capital. He joked that the Vivaha ceremony typically lasts for at least three days so I may never see him again. “They’re mad, colourful, but completely and utterly bonkers,” he laughed. “But huge fun with loads of music and family I probably didn’t know I had.” I heard his mother call him in the background. “Sorry, we’re running late. Who knows, I might well be married when I get back. See yer when I see yer.” I had no idea Hindu weddings lasted that long so that was that. That left Ralph and as he, like me, was already working I held out hope that at least he’d be available. He said he was already going out with a crowd from the market but that I should come along as they were off to a Karaoke Bar. I thanked him but said I’d catch up with him another time. He did say that he only got ‘Bs' and ‘Cs’ but his family were still proud of his achievements. I didn’t like to brag about my two ‘As’ and ‘A+’, the results didn’t seem to matter much these days as I had ‘other’ interests. Mum was looking at me when I put down the phone. I don’t know how long she’d been there or if she heard everything but I guess I must have looked a little lost. “Not seeing Tom this weekend I gather?” I shook my head. “Everything okay?” She queried as she moved closer and put her hand on my shoulder. I nodded and smiled that it was. “Just other plans with some of his old teammates.” “And no one else available sweetheart?” “No, well, I can’t expect people to be around when it suits me, they all have lives and I suppose, to some extent, I’ve been neglecting them for a few weeks now.” “Well, we can go out for a slap up celebratory meal if you like or I can cook us something special right here.” She offered. “What about tomorrow night?” “Actually mum, I want to see how Mark is tomorrow and I need to catch up with Billy to see what he wanted to say... is that alright?” “Of course sweetheart, whatever you want. You know my diary is always open,” she joked. “Right,” I said with purpose, “let’s go to Blades if we can get in on Saturday night and we’ll celebrate my ‘A+’ then.” “It’s a date and I’ll give them a call and reserve a table for two... unless there’s anyone else you’d like to invite?” “No mum, it’ll be just us two.” # Thursday night I was once again naked in front of my bedroom mirror examining my bum hole. We’d gone hard at it the night before and it still felt like he was pummelling away and I needed to take a crap all the time. Of course, as usual, I sought refuge and security in a well-padded nappy and enjoyed going to sleep sucking on my dummy. I had a very dream-filled night, which not only included Tom but Mark and Billy, James and, of all people, that lad on the bus. The thing was, it was he who became the main character in these dreams, or maybe they were fantasies. I relived that not so subtle grope but then he and all his mates began to strip and before I knew it all hell broke loose at the back of the bus. Legs, bodies, excited faces and surprisingly an incredible amount of padding were everywhere and I was engulfed by plastic pants sliding over my sweating and enthusiastic body. I’d never had a dream like it and I woke up to the messiest disposable I think I’d ever had. Thank god for the thick rubber pants I’d donned the night before because a look at my bedding also revealed a very restless person had been very active there. I was exhausted but when mum called to tell me I was late I moved at speed to the bathroom to get myself organised. The nappy just disintegrated when I removed the reliable pants but my body and bum ached. God knows what state I’d have been in if any of that actually happened? # At work I tried not to let my disappointment show that Tom and I wouldn’t be seeing each other at the weekend. However, I was mainly feeling incredibly guilty for having THAT dream. I mean, Tom was there to begin with but soon he disappeared and it was another who took his place. In fact, it was several others and I was desperate not to let him know what was actually filling my head. It got so bad that I made a few mistakes with the inventory but managed to correct them before the end of the day. As he left Tom caught up with me in the toilet and as we were alone gave me a parting kiss. “I’m going to miss you Jase... hope you’ll be okay.” “Yes, no problem.” I anxiously said as I was filling my nappy there right in front of him. “I’m going out celebrating my results with some ex-school mates so...” “Well I hope you’re not going to celebrate like we did,” he smiled at his sexual inference. I blushed madly and more pee splashed into the front of my soaked padding. “’Fraid my mates don’t know I’m, you know, gay so you’re safe on that front.” “Really?” He seemed quite stunned that no one else knew I was gay or hadn’t guessed. “Really,” I replied quite miffed that he assumed others would know. I then began to wonder how many of our colleagues knew. “You’ve gone all red Little Bear,” he said soothingly. “Maybe I should lock you up whilst I’m away and then I can keep you all to myself.” He kissed me once again. “Sorry Jase, I’m running late so... see you Monday and don’t do anything I... on second thought... just don’t do anything.” He grinned and with that parting comment ruffled my hair and disappeared to spend the weekend with his teammates. When he’d gone I went into one of the empty cubicles and pulled down my chinos and plastic pants. The purple disposable was quite wet after all I’d had it on all day so needed a change. Once I’d taken that off, and as it had been throughout the day, it still felt like Tom was hammering away so wasn’t going to take any chances. I wrapped myself in double disposables, pulled up the plastic pants with difficulty and could hardly fasten the top button on my trousers. This was stupid, I’d gone way over the top and the bulge in my pants was huge. Looking at the size another thought entered my head. My mind wandered to whether that lad who groped me might be on the bus going home. I let out an unanticipated moan. Bloody hell, I’ve just changed. # After an uneventful bus ride home I walked towards my house and, despite still feeling the slippery residue in the front of my nappy, made a slight detour to see if I could tell if Mark had arrived back home. I saw the car in the drive and thought if he wasn’t there I could ask his parents when might be convenient for me to visit. I wasn’t expecting what came next. # tbc #

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