[You know what you've done. 1 - 14]

Sorry😬 but I hope it didn't spoil it for you?

Hugs and thanks

Les

[You know what you've done. 1 - 14]

On 6/23/2025 at 11:16 AM, Dirty Boy said:

In the stories i always feel on the side of children and young boy who are a bit mistreated, a bit because i myself was a problematic child/young boy (i have type 1 autism). So, i tend to empathize with the character. And a bit because i have a very strong paternal instinct. Not having the fortune of ever having been a parent, i have idealized the thing a bit

There's nothing wrong with empathising... though I think Robbie always was a bit more complex because of his guilty conscience. He began to think he deserved what his mum and dad decided as compensation for what he'd done.

 

On 6/23/2025 at 6:31 PM, JustinDB87 said:

I loved the story although I’m extremely bummed at the way it ended. I feel like it had more legs to run on and I was looking forward to how they handled his secret reveal. Just throwing it out there that a sequel would be awesome 😉

Indeed, it took me a while to decide where and how to end this story. I do know that there are cultural differences in how various countries like to see the goodie always winning or at least a proper positive resolution but I like to think that others have a right to make up their own endings and thus... a sort of cliff hanger. 

Having said that...😉

On 6/23/2025 at 7:25 PM, Pierry Louys said:

when you was writing this story you get your inspiration from the series adolescent from Netflix that show a 13 old English boy who commit a heinous crime ! And the ending is just like your story !!!

great job like always and hopping for maybe a epilogue or a new story from you 

I'm afraid I don't have Netflix so have never seen Adolescent so if our ending are the same sorry (or good) hopefully I can get a job writing for them?

Glad you enjoyed it.

On 6/23/2025 at 10:02 PM, spark said:

 I get Robbie.  I wasn't quite like him, but I get being 12 years old and wanting to build sandcastles, especially while sitting in a wet diaper.

Isn't that what we all want?

Thanks again for everyone's contribution.

HUGS

[You know what you've done. 1 - 14]

14 hours ago, spark said:

It was such an interesting story.  The choice of twelve is very interesting.  Any younger, and there is the assumption of innocence.  At twelve, Robbie was old enough to know what he was involved in.   Putting him in back in nappies allowed him to go back to the innocence of childhood.

Of course, now he has to deal with the consequences of evidence of his crime being available, and the fear that he will lose his mother's love if she finds out.

As usual Spark your incite is quite...well... inciteful. You've read the situation perfectly and I thank you for putting it so succinctly.

Huge THANKS

13 hours ago, Dirty Boy said:

When i was a teenager i got into some trouble, although nothing serious and I was never a bully. It happened that I stole things with other kids, for example it happened that one of us distracted the newsagent by buying football stickers, while we stole adult magazines from the back, obviously i'm not proud of it when i think back on it now as an adult. At the time i was very lonely and i sought the approval of other kids, so even though i wasn't physically the executor of these things, i participated. Fortunately i was never caught in the act and I must say that I never felt guilty about it at the time. I imagine Robbie sought similar approval, he wanted to be part of something, even if he went much further than stealing adult magazines, as in my case. 

If I had a son who found himself in Robbie's situation, i think I too would have probably pulled him out of school, changed his school and told him not to see those kids anymore. I wouldn't have given him humiliating punishments, but more constructive ones: for example, i would have given him jobs, like helping my wife with the housework, having him paint the fence or cut the grass and things like that and for these jobs maybe i would have even made him earn some money, to teach the value of honest work. If something like that video had come out, I would have tried to protect him, trying not to let him end up in the crosshairs of the police (i don't have much respect for the state, so the less you have to do with it, the better in my opinion).

 

Dirty Boy, Thanks for being with Robbie throughout his 'journey' (sorry I was looking for a better word but it seemed appropriate) You have been in his corner from the get go and complained that his parents were doing him damage. I am pleased that you have come to the same conclusion about getting him out of that school and away from the gang but I'm not sure your work ethic would alter his guilty conscience. However, his situation now seems to be on the verge of turning critical and he might just need those nappies to help cope with what his future holds.

11 hours ago, maly said:

Thanks Les Lea for another great story.  

It's my pleasure and thank you for being one of my most constant and respected readers. Your continued comments and appreciation of my work are cherished... as are all comments that are posted. They are the life's blood of those of us who contribute and make it all worthwhile.

Thanks to all those who read, like and comment.😊

[You know what you've done. 1 - 14]

On 6/21/2025 at 10:17 AM, Dirty Boy said:

What did Robbie and his gang do? Did they beat up another boy? I wonder if he will be able to return to normal. Anyway, o don't know how it is in the UK, but in Italy, for example, if you commit a crime before the age of 12, you are not prosecutable by law. Anyway he says that he was not materially guilty, he was just present, the real culprit is probably Mally. Anyway i think that Robbie has already been punished enough. I wonder if the parents will keep their promise and let him out of diapers after the confession

In the UK, a 12-year-old can be charged with a crime and potentially face detention, but not in an adult prison.

While the age of criminal responsibility is 10, those under 18 are treated differently in the legal system. They are dealt with in youth courts and, if found guilty, may be sentenced to detention in secure accommodation, a young offenders' institution, or a secure training centre, depending on their age and the severity of the offense. 

At no point has Robbie said he wasn't culpable for the 'crime' he's committed. In fact, in Chapter 6, it's explained that on a dare he took it too far leaving the gang surprised at just how far he'd gone. Robbie is very, very guilty and that is what is hanging heavy on his conscience.

16 hours ago, Shotgun Diplomat said:

I am not going to lie and say that I didn't enjoy this story, because I did enjoy it.

However, I find that I am more than a little bit disappointed by the ending. I was hoping for a better conclusion, and maybe an epilogue set some years in the future where Robbie, having finally come to grips with now needing to wear diapers finally admits to his parents what he did. Having it have been a huge misunderstanding, where his parents assumed he had done something truly heinous, where in point of fact it was some minor act of youthful exuberance which seemed like a much bigger deal that it actually was, especially seeing as Robbie is all of 12 years old at the time of the action. 

No, it was 'something truly heinous'.

 

16 hours ago, Dirty Boy said:

I imagine Robbie's gang bullied and maybe stole from some kids. Robbie himself says he didn't actually do anything, he was just there.

Robbie has never said he didn't actually do anything. Quite the opposite. He knows what he's done and though he regrets it, knows the outcome of confessing will lead to a future he doesn't want to face.

11 hours ago, zzzz50 said:

Reminds me of the finish for “The Sopranos”, the writer is leaving it to your imagination for what happened.

Exactly, thanks.

11 hours ago, D503 said:

Great writing. I may be interpreting it wrong but having the crime leak out before he can confess could seal his fate. He might not be identified on camera for prosecution (based on the text message), but if, as likely his mum will see it - and recognise his uniform/shape/circumstances - she'll now know. Which means, even if he does come clean, he won't be released:

"I wont lie, we're both shocked and angry at what you've done - and your father will take time to settle down - but I'm glad you're now able to admit to your heinous behaviour. But you've had ample chance to confess Robbie, and have only been compelled to by being confronted here with this awful recording of your crime. This doesn't build trust and I'm hurt you didn't think you could come to us.

Now obviously you'll fully cooperate should it become a police matter - and we'll emphasise that the other gang members were the ringleaders, however we can't let this go unpunished. So you'll be wearing nappies until such times that we believe you've understood the gravity of your crime, the stupidity of blindly following a gang and your inability to admit to it.

I also suggest you start preparing a profuse apology to this boy and his parents because that's another thing you won't avoid."

Well, at least, that's how I see it.

You have a better imagination than me... sounds pretty convincing... though he can't confess without incriminating the gang... and what happens in the gang stays in the gang.

10 hours ago, Dirty Boy said:

For me he has to do as Mally said, not admit anything, if the video doesn't show that it's him clearly. He should be smart to come out clean, instead of crying and confessing. Not to mention that he's already been punished enough. And then as Robbie himself says, he is not materially responsible for the beating, he was just there. Mally was probably the one who beat him. At most if he's in a tight spot he can say that he was afraid of Mally and the others. In short he has to come out as clean as possible. Never admit something that harms you, if there's any doubt. It's stupid. It may seem like a bad reasoning to you, but in a society that is your enemy, you have to protect yourself in every way

The thing is, it has come to crisis point that he'd hoped to avoid because things were going so well for him (despite having to wear a nappy).

However, you assume he beat up someone although he has never said that's what happened and he can't blame Mally for what did happen because the gang were bystanders. No what happened was all down to Robbie pushing things too far trying to impress but now, video evidence has altered his situation and maybe, just maybe, he can get away with it if he doesn't meet up with the gang ever again. Or maybe, he'll realise that wearing nappies was the very least of his future problems.

3 hours ago, wetdiaper55 said:

Great story

Many thanks.

I am grateful to all who've stayed with Robbie's story and hope you'll add your own ending or make your own conclusions as to whether his mum and dad were correct in their reaction to a wayward son... or not thorough enough in getting to the bottom of Robbie's deed.

Thanks to each and all so a huge HUG to each and everyone.

[You know what you've done. 1 - 14]

Part 14

Robbie’s parents knew there was a lot for their son to take in. They hadn’t really planned on telling him their scheme until it was confirmed about his father’s promotion, which they hoped would be settled before they returned home.

So much had changed for Robbie and his parents had hoped that the holiday would solidify the family relationship, which, to all intents and purposes, that’s exactly what it had done. In fact, as Claire looked back on her notes for the article she hoped to eventually publish, she couldn’t have been happier about the way using such simple things as nappies had reined in their son to such an extent. Not only that, but he totally accepted that until he confessed his real crime (although neither Claire nor Thomas had any idea as to the seriousness of it), or they acknowledged his new attitude was permanent, the padding stayed.

After the criticism her initial tentative online article had caused she had taken the opportunity to reflect on all that had been said. Of course it was still ongoing but she was buoyed by her son’s reaction to all that she and hubby had done. Over the past couple of days she’d been able to see that other people’s comments and suggestions were not needed and had quite happily decided - positive or negative - not to take any notice of them. This had immediately put her in a better frame of mind and was keen to see Robbie flourish under her care; the future homeschooling being a very important part of that. Changing her boy’s nappies had also become a very intrinsic part of that care because she knew that bond she had with him as a baby, was amazingly just as strong with him being a teen. Now, after each change they hugged and there was genuine comfort from Robbie as he held the embrace for quite some time. He seemed to enjoy snuggling with mum or dad whilst they patted his padding and didn’t complain about either the disposable or plastic pants into which he’d inevitably just been fitted.

~

For a month now Robbie had been overwhelmed by his parent’s actions and it had taken to this holiday to really appreciate the freedom (maybe of a weird variety) that had got him to where he was now. Total relief: time with his family, the lack of having to prove himself, the sheer delight in waking up and looking forward to the day, even if he was wet and messy – not all these things had been at the forefront of his mind previous to the day dad had said, “It’s nappies for you from now on”.

For the time being, the holiday at a lovely location, in a wonderful hotel and with some nice new friends, had proved to Claire that everything she and Thomas had considered had worked out better than either could have hoped for; the entire enterprise had been (and still was) very satisfying.

Every day they could see the improvement; Robbie was having innocent and childish fun. In the mixed environment of the international hotel he was getting along with everyone and seemed keen to be involved. It had taken him almost a week to get fully into the swing but now accepted whatever was on offer. He’d made some friends and was often seen chatting to groups of kids of all ages. Darren was nearly always tailing him and thankfully Robbie included him in whatever he was doing. In all the fun, all the games, all the beach visits or pool activities, Robbie’s nappies were always there and he never complained. He was only avoided by the two boys Owen and his mate Steve who had seen his nappy and tried to embarrass him. It appeared that after what he said had resonated with the lads and they thought by even being in his vicinity, somehow, they would be made to wear a nappy. That, like Robbie, was to be dodged at all costs.

What was more interesting was that Robbie offered no kickback to the idea of being homeschooled. They had thought he might protest not seeing his school mates again, or feel the change was just too much but as his last report was not good something needed to be done. Claire wondered if Robbie himself knew that changes needed to be made and had seen this as a way of doing so whilst not having any say in how it would be made effective. She was correct, that was just how Robbie had eventually taken his parent’s plan; like the nappies, he had no choice.

Claire had told him, once home, that they would search the local area to see if there were other parents also wanting to homeschool and if so, perhaps, like Amanda and Darren, form a new little group that would be self-supportive. She was optimistic this would be the case.

Robbie was in a place he never expected to be. The restrictions were actually liberties, the nappies were not a punishment but a comfort, whilst the clothes he wore were a release from being someone he wasn’t. Meanwhile, his parent’s love was unconditional and that had become the key to his happiness. Maybe he wouldn’t have used those terms but that’s what his life had now become.

~

The rest of the holiday passed off without any hitch at all. A second go on jet skis had been equally as exciting as the first time and at one point, Darren and Robbie had been up parasailing together. This ‘trip into the skies’ had seen Darren crying in distress and desperate to get down but Robbie had enthused so much and talked him through his fear that by the time they returned to the boat he was desperate to go again. However, it was not a cheap trip so his parents said that once was enough for anyone.

One morning towards the end of the second week there was a huge sandcastle building competition organised by the Atlantico on the beach in front of the hotel. It was split into age groups - Under 6s, Under 12s and Under 16s - of course anyone could build their own sandcastle but unless they’d registered you couldn’t win a prize. The prize wasn’t that much really, just a gift voucher to spend on anything you liked from the hotel’s gift shop to the value of whatever you won but that was hardly the reason not to take part.

There was a huge turn out and the toddlers section seemed well organised by their parents who came equipped with more than just buckets and spades – they had moulds and flags and all manner of accessories to add to their creations.

Robbie joined Darren and three of his mates in the Under 12 category and didn’t seem bothered in the least. Once this would have been an absolute no-no, mixing with kids younger than himself but, odd as it might seem, Robbie had decided to just throw himself into the silliness and unrestricted fun of being daft - no pretentions, no worries but definitely more enjoyment. It appeared that his parent’s liberating him from having to make any decisions had also liberated his sense of childish fun so relished the general madness and excitement that surrounded him.

This was something else this holiday had thrown up, and perhaps it was what holidays were all about, although there were times he felt and wanted to be seen as an adult (as when talking to Anna or the lovely receptionist) he’d been encouraged to simply let himself go. Whatever boundaries there were didn’t include not having as much fun as possible. The wristband may have said where he could go and what he was entitled to but the rest, well, when he was having that much joy he wasn’t thinking about anything else and that was wonderful and liberating.

As they crawled and shuffled around on the beach pushing up mounds of sand his nappy gently hugged him and he felt valued. Even plunging into the sea and scooping up water in a bucket to bring back to help shape their developing structure didn’t deter him as the material under his neoprene shorts expanded, he didn’t care. A couple of times when the material appeared above his waist or down a leg hole and got noticed, he nodded to whoever mentioned it and simply shoved it back under cover - not troubled in the least.

His little group didn’t win but they had created quite a huge construction, though what it was no one knew.

~

The day before they were due to return home Thomas took an early morning call from his office. He was out on the balcony whilst Claire was cleaning up her son from his full morning nappy and getting him ready for the day. Thomas came off the balcony beaming as his wife had just got Robbie laid out and ready for his pre-nappy cream and powder.

“It’s all done sweetheart,” he said hugging Claire tightly before tousling his son’s hair. “I’m to be a partner and in charge of, well, everything... manage all our production and future projects.” To see a strong, tall man in his early forties literally jumping up and down with excitement was weird but even a naked Robbie joined in the family hug. It was a terrific moment and Thomas knew they would have to celebrate.

However, Robbie was scheduled at the Under 12s disco ‘supervising’ Darren again, so any celebration would be left until the evening when they’d all go out for a special meal. Actually, what that meant was that whilst Robbie was down in the club for a couple of hours, Claire and Thomas would be able to find their own way of celebrating, which, with an acknowledging nod, they both seemed to think about at the same time.

Robbie didn’t catch the ‘look’ but knew that his parents would have a lot to talk about now the news had been confirmed and didn’t want to be around for all that boring stuff so was glad he had other arrangements. Despite the embarrassment of the earlier trip to the Under 12s disco, for some reason he was really looking forward to having a dance. He’d been embraced as a friend by all of Darren’s young pals who badgered him to join them in the club until he agreed. It was nice to feel wanted.

Meanwhile, after the initial excitement about the announcement had died down a little, a still naked Robbie needed to get ready for his outing. Dad went into the bedroom to lose a few of the clothes he was wearing, whilst Robbie was quickly well nappied, plastic panted and dressed in his favourite camouflage shorts and top. He felt really great and couldn’t wait to meet up with the guys down in the club. His mother couldn’t wait to wave him off.

~

In the lift down, he read for the umpteenth time that children under ten were not allowed to ride the lift unaccompanied by an adult (someone over 18). On two occasions, when on his own, he’d been looked at suspiciously by a member of staff joining the lift on a lower floor and telling him he wasn’t supposed to travel by himself. No matter how much he protested, they still took him to reception to get his age confirmed. Apparently his wristband didn’t give his age just where he was allowed to go and what was available to drink or eat. It had bothered and embarrassed him on the first occasion but wasn’t too bothered now because the number of times he’d ridden the lift on his own without any comment far outweighed the times when it had.

OK, he had to admit that since mum now had total say in the way he dressed he looked younger than he was. Despite the constant nappy she didn’t baby him (although there were times when she fell into ‘baby-speak’ when he was being changed) but he’d come to terms with his ‘newish’ look and simply took it in his stride. There was nothing to be gained from creating a scene or feeling resentful because, as he’d come to realise, the way his life was now... things had never felt better.

As the lift descended, on the fifth floor, Karl, Anna, Leo and their mum and dad all joined him on the decent. Undoubtedly, Karl’s family were all very good-looking and even when dressed casually like now, appeared quite elegant. Karl was wearing very tight fitting denim jeans and a blue polo shirt. Like the rest of the family, his blond hair looked as if he’d just come from a hair stylist. Not only that but he looked much more grown up, like a cool sixteen year old. There was no doubt that Robbie felt very much the junior partner in their friendship and was glad that there was no reference to the way his perpetual boyish shorts slightly billowed out. Anna wore matching pale blue shorts and top, whilst little Leo was wearing shiny nylon pull-up blue shorts with Minions on the side and a Minion’s t-shirt, if he was wearing a nappy then it wasn’t obvious. Of course, mum and dad were equally smart and glowed with parental pride. They were all off for a family day out so Anna wouldn’t be helping out at the disco. The group all seemed happy to see him as there were smiles and ‘Hellos’ all around, but Robbie was a bit sad, even after his last experience, when Anna said she wouldn’t be at the dance.

As it was, he needn’t have worried because Felice, Gertrude and Albertina were on duty and each teenage girl was very pretty and very attentive to the young ones. Robbie felt his rising passion on several occasions and it was only the thickness of his disposable and plastic pants that stopped him from embarrassing himself. At one point Albertina came over and joined in the dancing with his group of eight year olds and grabbed his hand to twirl him around. He nearly blacked out from the thrill of it. By the end of the disco his nappy was a complete soggy mess.

~

That evening, as they were getting ready to go out for the celebratory meal, mum had got Robbie’s best clothes out and fitted him with one of the distinct colourful disposables and thick clear plastic pants. She pulled over his light blue cotton onesie and fastened it between his legs.

“That should keep everything in place love.” She smiled before pulling up his nicely pressed blue linen shorts. Once his pale blue, button-down collar shirt was buttoned up and hung down over his shorts, no one would notice if his padding expanded slightly. They were all dressed smartly with Robbie comparing them to Karl’s family, which as they headed along the seafront to a restaurant that reception had recommended, a comparison he thought they passed.

After ordering their meals, and drinks had been served, they chatted about the new future the promotion would enable them to pursue. Of course mum was keen to get the homeschooling thing off the ground and now with Robbie’s support that didn’t seem in the least bit daunting. Well, at least she hoped not. Up until then she’d had her own part-time job to help with the family finances but now she could concentrate all her efforts on keeping Robbie away from that school. The extra money dad would be bringing home also promised more holidays abroad and a general lessening of the financial restrictions that they’d previously had to adhere to.

There was a new sofa Claire was keen to buy and of course the redecorating of the house was a top priority. That would mean that Robbie’s room would soon get a make-over from that of a pre-teen to one of a teenager, or so he hoped.

“Will I get to choose the design?” He asked hopefully.

“Of course sweetheart,” his mother promised but had a definite idea of what his new room should look like.

They even discussed returning to The Atlantico at some later date as they were having such a good time.

“The thing is sweetheart, had we been in the villa you thought we were going to, you wouldn’t have had half the fun or opportunities you’ve had. Easy access to the beach, loads of new friends, and you’ve never looked so content.” His mother regarded him proudly; his tan making him look even more healthy now the guilt-ridden dark circles under his eyes had disappeared.

The food arrived, and as promised, it was superb.

By the end, all three members of the Davison family sat fully satiated, and whilst mum and dad finished the second bottle of wine, Robbie went off down onto the beach to watch more games that never seemed to end as the marked off sandy ‘sports area’ teamed with noise and life.

Mum watched as he confidently waddled away. She knew the padding wasn’t exactly dry but like so often now it didn’t worry him. Once again she was pleased with the way her boy was constantly improving.

There he met some of the friends he’d made and enjoyed the half-naked youthful volleyball guys and girls jumping up and down, hitting the ball and sweating profusely. There were many exciting sights to see (and comment on) and found himself attracted to the lean and agile captain of one of the teams. He shouted his instructions to the team in Spanish and encouraged each player with high-fives after each point scored. All the team members wore matching red and yellow nylon Speedos and he in particular filled out his very noticeably. Robbie wasn’t the only one transfixed as a group of young (and not so young) girls were hooting with delight whenever he touched or stretched for the ball. Robbie was quite entranced until mum and dad found him and they began to saunter home. For the second time that day, his nappy was just a tangled damp mess.

~

Two days later, and with a series of farewells to Karl, the Carpenters and some other friends Robbie had met, and with promises of keeping in touch having exchanged email addresses, the Davison’s were on their way home. The two weeks holiday had been a huge success in cementing the family bond and the sponge-like nappy and thick colourful plastic pants his mum had put him in for the return trip was more of a comfort than a bother. He didn’t know it at the time but his cute thick disposables would be kept for ‘special’ occasions and it would be back to fleecy terry cotton nappies once they were home. However, for the moment he didn’t need to know that as he was happily ensconced in his thick but juvenile Portuguese undies.

At Faro airport there were long lines at passport control. So it was just as well that he wore the compact but highly absorbent nappy because standing in a slow moving and lengthy queue it came in quite useful.

It was a glorious, cloudless flight back and Robbie, once again taking the window seat, watched the wonderful Portuguese coastline pass below. He was thinking about what his first email to Karl would be about and was pleased that mum had taken several photographs of them both together so thought he’d send copies. There was one in particular where Karl had his arm around Robbie’s shoulder and he was wearing his skimpy blue Speedos... that was his favourite. If he got his phone or tablet back that would definitely be the screensaver.

As he thought of that he closed his eyes and drifted off, his damp nappy receiving more contributions that meant it expanded quite considerably and his childish plastic pants could be seen down the leg of his shorts. It didn’t bother him because he fell asleep and only woke up as they were approaching their home airport and had to fasten seatbelts getting ready to land. He looked down at his visible bloated underwear and smiled, he mentally thanked his mum for putting him in something that saved any embarrassment because he knew how full yet again it had become.

~

As they drove back from the airport Robbie was reflecting on just what had happened over the last two weeks... in fact, the last month or so.

Change was happening all the time - things he thought would never happen; happened. Things he thought he’d never get used to; he’d got used to. He’d changed; he wasn’t sure it was for the better but everyone else thought it was, so maybe? There had been an assault on his mind, a not very subtle assault, that made him realise he had to somehow make amends. He’d tried to pretend that he didn’t need to, because, as a growing lad he was allowed to make a few mistakes, a few misjudgements and that was all part of him becoming who he was. Except, he hadn’t included his parents in those calculations, nor had he seen that his mother especially, had her own ideas. She’d cleverly (and some might say forcefully) fed her opinions and beliefs into his head by not allowing him to disagree, thus making sure only her propositions were the ones that mattered and acted upon. His own feelings of guilt, dread and the overwhelming belief that he would eventually be punished had made sure she succeeded... and in record time.

However, despite the thick, damp and uncomfortable nappy he now wore as they returned home, he still had a few internal worries and wondered if they’d ever pass. This wasn’t helped as he gazed along the streets he knew so well and the church they’d driven by on the way to the airport previously had on their roadside noticeboard - TEA AND A LISTENING EAR. However, now, as they passed on the return journey it had the word - REPENT in large letters and all your sins will be absolved by God.

Unfortunately, the feeling of guilt that had to a certain extent lessened, came crashing back into his head and began to wonder if that would ever change. As they waited for the traffic lights to change the sign on the church gave a handy clue and supplied the relevant quote from the Bible to make understanding a bit easier.

Proverbs 28:13: "Whoever conceals his transgressions will not prosper, but he who confesses and forsakes them will obtain mercy".

He wasn’t sure it applied to his parents but maybe it was worth a go... or not!

The truth, and the reason for all this business in the first place was, that secret he’d been holding back was just too awful to ever confess or forget. Perhaps, spiritually he could Repent without involving his parents but would that work? Should he go to church and confess even if he wasn’t a Catholic? How did that work? He wasn’t sure but one thing he was convinced of, and had been since this entire nappy thing started, if either mum or dad got to know about that stupid but indefensible act, then everything would change and nothing would be the same again. Although it was a heavy burden to carry he knew he had to. He’d carried it for months before this punishment started, he’d continue to carry it no matter the consequences. He doubted that any of the ‘gang’ would speak about it, there involvement, although not as significant as his own, meant their silence was all but guaranteed.

That was another thing, from now on he wouldn’t be seeing anyone from school again if he was being homeschooled, so seeing the gang wouldn’t be a constant reminder. Not for the first time, and he doubted it would be the last, a strong cold shiver ran down his back as the memory he’d tried so hard to forget launched itself to the forefront of his mind.

Whilst passing along familiar streets and with the hoped for reassuring surroundings of his home town he pondered just what action to take. Over the past month, since having to wear a nappy, he’d been made aware of quite a few things. He’d found out more about himself but also the unconditional love his parents gave that he’d so easily and recklessly cast aside. It may be weird because he didn’t think he ever would, but he’d grown to appreciate things as they were now.

If he kept his secret, his parents would keep loving him absolutely and if that meant no let-up in his guilt, then perhaps it was the price he had to pay for his culpability.

~

Mum had more-or-less decided that he could keep his secrets but as a result the padding would stay. Over this past few weeks she’d grown to relish changing him so much she positively beamed in delight with each soggy or messy nappy. The care and attention, the pampering and total undiluted affection and of course love she gave would be hard to fault, and, although there had been something demeaning about it to begin with, her little boy now thought it wasn’t that bad.

Robbie was in a very bizarre situation because, while he was just weeks away from actually becoming a teenager, his mother was treating more and more like a child. Not that she was babying him, no, she simply was more motherly, more attentive and more certain that her son should maintain an innocence. On several occasions he’d heard being called ‘her sweet, innocent son’ something she seemed quite proud of and, if truth be told, he needed that virtue back. She knew there was something in his past that was bad but tried to maintain this rejuvenation, this aspect of innocence, as a positive.

He knew, because of what he’d done, that was never going to happen but whilst mum and dad thought of him in such a way, some guilt-free feelings had returned and that was all down to the way she’d been indulging him - mainly the infantile security and attentiveness wearing a nappy somehow naturally produced.

At his age he wasn’t into psychological debate but there was no doubt, that when it came to wearing nappies, mum had made them more than a little acceptable to his past underwear. They often did make him feel like a little kid but on holiday that had been a bonus – there was no guilt in the enjoyment of building sandcastles.

At the beginning he thought it a stupid punishment which made him appear like a little kid. The fact that they insisted he use the damn padding was another blow to his teenage development, which he resented. Whilst the accompanying fact he wasn’t given any option made him quickly have to endure his situation. So, despite totally rejecting their ridiculous concept, in fairly quick time he’d slipped into it... and with remarkable with ease.

As had been proved – if people knew they knew, so, apart from a bit of ribbing by a few kids, his confidence had grown and as a result, cared less and less about his infantile underwear. That had been a huge hurdle he never thought he’d overcome. When asked he simply told folk he was being punished for his actions, which oddly most people took as a ‘good thing’. His mother made sure he didn’t lie and was actually quite proud of his admission on that at least.

For what he’d done, all this, was something he deserved, or so Robbie had assumed. Now he seemed at ease in his part as to why he had to wear thick protection and that was what his parents had hoped for. They were a constant reminder to be good, to be aware and to understand he was loved. Other parents wanted to know more about her thinking and if such treatment was in fact a remedy to bad behaviour. She would simply smile, nod in the direction of her well-behaved little boy and say it was going far better than anticipated. She generously hoped when her article on the subject was published it would be of help to other parents trying to cope with similar youthful troubles.

However, that idea of a life-affirming article had taken a few knocks. Some of the criticism had been terrible and although, in general, it was positive, she did see that unless she kept it anonymous it could cause Robbie problems. The idea of adding photos was dropped and a total rethink was in order.

If Robbie could see things from inside his mother’s head he would be in no doubt that she saw and regarded him as a lovely and loving little boy who had needed a nice thick nappy to remind him of his place, thus, once home, the quick return to fabric. She’d seen this as a way of dragging him away from the negative aspects of a future irresponsible and reckless young life but it had turned into something more... much more. Claire had been more determined and forceful in getting her son back and the results had surprised both of them.

The speed at which this turnabout had happened had simply encouraged her desire for him to feel as happy about the situation as she was. Despite at first not being aware of it, she pursued her ideal with a fervour bordering on obsession. Nonstop praise, continuous normalising of wearing a nappy, hugs, cuddles, relieving him of all responsibilities had been key. However, when she looked at her son now, that worried air of not so long ago had been transformed to one of joy, whether the bulky outline of his padding was showing or not. It was yet more evidence as to just how much more positively things had changed and she was determined that the progress that had been made during the holiday would continue.

~

Claire had started writing her ‘proper’ account of what had and was still happening. She checked on the visible proof of her recorded video clips and photographs on just how much her ‘sweet boy’ had developed. Through those images she could see him getting more compliant and at ease with the restrictions she was imposing, an acceptance of the situation. She was remaking her boy and as far as she was concerned - for the better. However, those images would be kept private and the article, if eventually published, would not refer to him by name.

Robbie had acquiesced (like he had on all his mother’s decisions) to the plans she’d decided - a new school (of sorts) to attend after the summer break – no Mally (or gang) to think about or impress, a new start. He’d eventually understood what a fantastic opportunity was being suggested and had come to realise just how grateful he should be for it. Being treated as a kid wasn’t that bad so he could at least pretend everything was back as it was when he was younger, after all, he looked the part.

The short temper, the rudeness, the disparaging way he’d treated everyone over the past few months Robbie knew that really wasn’t like him. How he’d been turned into such a person so quickly, although a mystery, he didn’t question - except, it was quite an exciting time. Since being put back into nappies, and his parents had made him think about his actions. He now realised the cost was quite high but hadn’t thought just how quickly his return to the way things were had been.

His thoughts and worries had taken him to different scenarios he found, as a twelve-year-old, difficult to contend with. What had seemed a great idea and a lark when with Mally and the guys, was truly just a nasty and often pointless attack on someone or something. He’d been led into situations that he could have walked away from but instead had decided to join in. It had taken his mum and dad’s refusal to accept that situation and unbelievably, making him wear a nappy had been that turning point.

The dreaded threat - THWACK! - that possibility of a strap being viciously applied to his bare bottom had all but disappeared. He knew his parents wouldn’t be tempted to do such a thing whilst he was wearing a nappy... they weren’t cruel.

The other thing he was coming round to realising was that not everyone who’d screwed up like he’d done, were given a second chance. He doubted if Mally, and indeed any of the gang, would be offered such an opportunity. Of course, when he reasoned it out he didn’t want to lose his teenage status, and he hoped, given time, he would regain it but, and indeed it was a huge but, mum in particular had made it clear that there were many hurdles he’d have to clear first.

Once again he knew there should be some resentment but, maybe he did deserve this as a punishment, except, now he was used to it, oddly it didn’t feel that much of a punishment.

However, there was that secret, that bloody awful, unforgiveable secret. Would he eventually tell and let his parents in on that disastrous mistake? There had been moments when he almost caved and was desperate to confess just what exactly it was that he’d done. He knew that his conscience was a burden for him to carry. However, despite the fear of the dreaded THWACK! all but disappearing, the thought that the police might get involved was too scary to contemplate. There was no denying that what he’d done was that bad but why, after what mum and dad had gone through to get him to where they were at now, why would he spoil it all? It would be too painful for all concerned and one from which there would be no coming back, so why confess to it?

This same argument had been going on in his head for some time and he always came back with the same answer. He knew what he’d done. That indefensible act of mindless madness had to be hidden for ever. He also knew and had always known from the very beginning of this nappy business, that he needed to be punished for not only that despicable act of stupidity (there were many others) but also for his unbearable treatment of those he was supposed to love. Would being made to wear a nappy for the rest of his life be worse than being locked away? He doubted it and given the choice he’d chose the former.

Robbie was caught in his own mental anguish. He was home so wouldn’t have the distractions he had whilst on holiday but also wasn’t convinced that confessing his sin would relieve him of any guilt. Of course, if he did confess there was a good chance his family would stand by him, but again, that wasn’t certain. If it did come out and there was a court case, he wasn’t sure how he could defend himself and not involve the rest of the gang. He was relying on their silence so would hardly break the pact that - what happened in the gang stayed in the gang.

Could he be loyal to both them and his parents?

No, no, no, soon he’d be a teenager so it was up to him to grow up and take responsibility. However, not having any responsibilities and leaving every decision down to his parents had curiously been quite a relief. So, if that meant wearing a nappy and acting the little kid for his mother... well... there were much worse options.

One thing he was certain of, mummy loved her little boy wearing a nappy and, for the time being, he desperately needed to hold onto that affection more than anything; it was what kept him from being dragged under by the weight of his guilty conscience. Could he balance the two? Not only that but his ‘best buddy’ relationship with dad had returned, and nothing was more important than that. So, on balance - wearing a nappy was the price of that undeniable and enriching love.

Therefore, possibly doing as his parents directed wasn’t such a bad idea. Maybe wearing thick padding and plastic pants might keep him focused. Besides, he’d gotten used to the security the whole nappy thing offered.

He contentedly ran his hand over the thick, sleek outline that had become part of his daily (and nightly) underwear. He was in a rally good place and, despite all the earlier misgivings, really wanted to keep what he now had.

After all, wasn’t the entire concept in his best interest?

~

The day after they got back his parents returned his mobile but continued with restricted hours on his games console. Unfortunately, after clearing out all the old messages one of the most recent text he had was from Mally - DUNT ADMIT TO OWT.

An unexpected shiver ran down his spine. That intuitive signal that doesn't bode well but he didn’t know what he shouldn’t admit to. There was a link to a piece of video that was trending (and had been for the last couple of days according to the date the text was sent) of THAT incident, with a young boy, in school uniform, the centre of the action. He had no idea anyone was around to film it but there it was... so why had it taken months to surface?

The immediate shock and anxiety turned into something more bowel loosening. Horrifyingly, it was as if, all at once, every tap was turned on and the sluice gate opened as Robbie quickly and unceremoniously filled his lush, reassuringly thick, terry nappy with liquid effluent. It felt like his very lifeforce had drained from his body and deposited itself in his soggy and extremely messy padding. The heavy weight he thought had been eased aside returned with sickening vengeance.

Tears of fear, panic and dread sprang into his eyes and a cry of “Muuummmy” died on his lips as if he’d been punched in the gut.

He'd thought his new life was sorted... not anymore.

~~~~ The End ~~~~

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However, let's not forget that (and although I brought it up) Robbie is not wearing nappies because of COVID.

He's dealing with the stresses of growing up, of making bad (very bad) decisions and being basically a 'good boy' is finding the things he did something he can never quite come to terms with. 

His parents are making progress with their version of what needs to be done but, as yet, they are unaware of the scale of Robbie's 'crime'. 

Robbie himself thinks he needs to be punished but not sure if confessing it all will make a difference.

The final chapter is done and will be online very shortly.

Hugs to everyone

Les

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I'm not sure if that's true or not but home-schooling can be a for a variety of reasons and quite often it is the disgust by parents at the state of schools (crumbling infrastructure), quality of teaching (OFSTED reports that grade schools here in the UK) and behaviour of pupils. Taking all that into consideration... maybe the safety of their child is more important.

Hugs

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I think, after Covid that home-schooling became more popular... especially here in the UK. 

Some children have still not recovered from that long gap in their education and some schools have not been given the resources to make catch-up something feasible. Meanwhile, disruptive elements in school make the job of education almost impossible and parents, where they can, have opted for having their kids at home.

Of course there are pros and cons to such action and Claire and Thomas have decided, after talking with the Carpenters that it is possible to make it work. They have found a group of like minded people, with kids Darren's age, to stop him being isolated. Robbie's mum and dad hope to do the same.

Although Robbie is wearing a nappy because his mum and dad have made him... he is also of the opinion that maybe, because of what he's done, that he actually deserves what's happening to him. The success (so far) of this action is proof to them that they are doing the right thing... and Robbie seems fine with that. So, perhaps it's not typical Stockholm Syndrome... he just thinks that they might have it right. Maybe?

Thanks for your concern about his welfare it is appreciated.

 

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On 6/14/2025 at 10:28 AM, Dirty Boy said:

Robbie is not very smart, he had to say that he would accept homeschooling, only on the condition that he would get out of diapers.

I think you're being a little hard on the lad. He knows from everything that's gone on that once his mum has made up her mind nothing is going to change it. If she wants him in nappies then that's what he'll wear.

On 6/14/2025 at 10:28 AM, wetdiaper55 said:

Great chapter , Robbie is doing just as I hoped .

Glad you're happy with the way things are going.

On 6/15/2025 at 12:24 AM, CDfm said:

I loved the new chapter. Robbie was very mature in how he handled the bullies on the boat. I truly believe that the home schooling is going to be a great thing for Robbie and I agree with keeping him in diapers for the time being. I actually think he is now liking the diapers. He isn’t concerned about others knowing now and that’s a big step into fully accepting them. 
I am looking forward to seeing more of this awesome story. 

I think Robbie is getting to grips with just what his parents expect from him and he's growing into his part. His big guilty secret, although still hanging there, is not at the forefront of what he does these days. He's had to come to terms with such a lot and he's found that he can cope... and cope quite well.

9 hours ago, maly said:

Robbie handled the bullies well and it proves he is comfortable in his nappies.

Thanks for the new chapter.

Even he was surprised at just how well that all came about. I think he's showing a maturity even if he does have to wear nappies.😉

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Part 13

Over the buffet breakfast they were joined by the Carpenters and it was agreed, because it was such a calm looking sea, that a dolphin sightseeing trip together might be fun. Darren in particular was excited about seeing a ‘live’ dolphin and his infectious enthusiasm rubbed off on Robbie, who had to admit to having never seen one ‘live’.  

As part of the four hour boat trip lunch was included and a half-hour anchor in a sandy bay for anyone who wanted to go for a swim, the boys especially were dressed for such an event. Once again, Robbie had the disposable underneath his robust neoprene shorts but it hardly showed (whilst dry at least), together with a very loose-fitting dark blue t-shirt. Darren had traded his tiny Speedos for a pair of yellow swim shorts and yellow top. The mum’s didn’t look like they planned on doing any swimming as both wore dress shorts. Meanwhile, the dads appeared coincidentally wearing red shorts and red polo shirts, it looked like they were staff rather than holidaymakers.

They boarded the boat with about thirty other passengers and, after a basic rundown of the safety features, the boat cheerfully motored out to sea. There was general hubbub, music was played and when necessary or to point out a feature, the speakers gave way to the ‘captain’ who gave a short commentary in English, Spanish, Portuguese, German and French.

There was an overwhelming smell of the sea and suntan lotion mingled with light fumes from the boat’s engine. However, the view looking back towards land was quite spectacular with its cliffs and ragged outcrops. Most of the kids onboard were searching the horizon for any hint of the much desired ‘fish’ but to begin with no such sleek creature appeared.

The captain was letting the crowd know that a family of Bottlenosed dolphins were often seen where they were heading and only the day before had caught sight of a Minky whale. The excitement of such a possible discovery had everyone scanning the area to see if they could be the first to identify such a prospect. Unfortunately this lead to several ‘false alarms’ as people mistook waves for dolphins. Robbie ventured that people were doing it on porpoise, which got a laugh from his parents but Darren had no idea what he was talking about. When it was explained by his mum he roared with laughter and looked even more than usually impressed by his ‘best friend’.

~

Although the sea was relatively calm, there was a bit of a swell that not everyone appreciated and one or two were finding the side of the boat a comfort as they threw up. Unfortunately, Darren was one of those and as both sets of parents were ‘up top’ on the second deck having a drink, it was Robbie who looked after him as he bent over the side and ‘fed the fishes’. Alas, as he was bent over holding his little friend Robbie’s t-shirt rode up and the waistband of his disposable was available for anyone who wanted to, to notice.

A couple of snickering English teenaged lads found this hysterical and were noisily pointing it out to the rest of the boat. Most adults weren’t bothered but it did garner a couple of laughs from other kids who also thought it strange and weird.

At first Robbie didn’t know it was him that was causing the laughter as Darren barfed some more of his breakfast over the side. But when he heard the words “nappy wearing little baby” he guessed it was him and when he saw everyone looking his way he sighed.

Ever since he’d been returned to wearing a nappy he’d dreaded this moment, this moment of confrontation. However, mum and dad had more or less convinced him to own the fact he was wearing a nappy and not be phased by anyone who thought it amusing or strange.

The jibes continued and Thomas noticed from where he stood that some kids had gathered around Darren and his son and thought it was because of the seasickness but decided to investigate anyway.

Darren didn’t appear too good but at least it looked like he’d stopped throwing up and Robbie was left holding his mate in support. Then Thomas heard the word “... you big baby” and knew who they were aimed at. He was getting ready to step in but Robbie beat him too it.

Robbie had heard the nasty taunts and knew what was coming but for the moment at least Darren was his main concern. However, the fact that he’d been wearing a nappy for some time now and had got used to it, he’d also got an idea of how he’d react should he get challenged because of his padding. Circumstances and attitude were the key... what would be most effective given the situation? and then Mally sprung to mind.

“Lads, lads,” it was like he was back in the gang, where more than once they’d had run-ins with other gangs and never backed down. He remembered how Mally had dealt with an older group of lads who were having a go so decided to try it for himself. “You need to shut your stupid faces. I’m the one wearing a nappy but it’s you lot who are acting like dumb babies.” The amused smile disappeared from their faces and the mood changed. In fact, more adults seemed to be taking an interest and Thomas stood ready to intervene but was interested to see where this led.

Robbie’s act of defiance continued. “You have no idea why I wear a nappy - illness, childhood physical problem, fun or maybe I’m being punished for being a stupid unthinking twat like you lot.”

Thomas had never really seen this side of his son before and yet he was still hugging and consoling Darren as he verbally chastised these would-be bullies.

“So maybe, your mums and dads might like to think about putting you back in nappies because you’re acting like spoiled... little... kids. So, grow up and leave me alone.” At that Darren quickly turned and barfed even more over the side but Robbie just turned to comfort him.

Actually, what had happened in the Mally incident was that whilst he walked closer to the leader of the opposing gang just chatting and being amenable and almost acquiescent to him, he suddenly let loose a hefty kick in the lad’s balls. Whilst he was rolling around on the floor he challenged any of his mates if they’d like to join him. The older boys were not that tough after all as they slowly moved away. Mumbling insults and retribution, but moving, nonetheless.

Robbie’s words, rather than a swift kick, seemed to have the desired effect. The other boys stood around looking stunned and a few comments from some adults that had understood the confrontation were murmuring their agreement with Robbie’s assessment. They may have blushed because they exited and found somewhere else to be on the boat.

Thomas found his way over to Robbie and asked if he needed any help with Darren but he just held his mate and said that he didn’t think there could be much more left.

“You handled that very well son, I’m proud of you.” Dad smiled and pulled his son’s t-shirt back down to hide the revealing waistband.

Suddenly Amanda appeared by their side. “Oh sweetheart,” she hurried to her ailing son’s side, “are you OK?” He nodded but was actually looking at Robbie. “You’re a good friend Robbie,” she smiled her thanks. “You go and get yourself something to drink and I’ll take over here.”

“If you’re sure, are you gonna be OK now?” He checked with Darren who was looking pale but nodded he was as good as he was going to be.

A few moments later there was a yell of “Dolphins” and everyone perked up as they saw a pod of three Bottlenosed dolphins break the surface about ten yards away. Even a sad looking Darren seemed to shrug off his sickness to whoop as one leapt out of the water close by. Their appearance had got the entire boat excited - cameras clicked and people cheered as a few more sleek bodies joined in the show.

~

Once back on dry land the Carpenters headed back to the hotel so Darren could rest after his seasickness, whilst the Davisons made their way into town as Claire wanted to do a bit of shopping. Both Robbie and Thomas sighed at the prospect, neither being particularly avid shoppers. So, Claire took the hint and told them she’d meet them back at the hotel later and they could go off and do whatever they wanted to. Robbie wanted to go on the jet-ski again but dad said they’d had enough of the sea for the day and suggested they grab a couple of ice creams and make their way back poolside at the hotel.

In truth, Robbie could do with a nappy change, so thought this was the best idea and then perhaps, once changed, he could go and meet up with his mates and spend some time with them.

Once back in their hotel room Robbie shucked off of his damp swimmers and bloated padding as Thomas got things ready for his change.

“You know son,” Thomas began to clean his son with a warm damp cloth, “I was proud of the way you reacted to those lads on the boat.” Robbie squirmed under such praise.

“Hmm, yes, erm, sorry dad. I know I didn’t quite admit to why I was wearing a nappy like you and mum said I should... but I did allude to it as a possibility so I hope you’re not angry with me?” He wondered if his explanation would work.

“It was handled with a touch of maturity I haven’t seen from you before,” dad replied with a serious tone to his voice. “Maybe these nappies are having more of a positive effect on you than we expected,” he chuckled whilst fluffing out a new disposable. “Yes, I’m very proud of you... very.”

Robbie wasn’t sure if his dad was addressing him or the disposable but he did have an opinion and wanted to share it. “Dad,” he wriggled as his father fed the soft padding under his bum, “I never thought I’d get used to having to wear such... a thing...” his conversation was interrupted by giggles and coughs as his father sprayed too much baby powder over his boy’s bare genitals. Once the small cloud had dispersed he carried on. “Erm, but now, well, I don’t mind because you’ve not allowed me an alternative. My briefs and boxers aren’t available and I’m only given these,” he reached down and patted the crinkly plastic coated disposable, “so it could be a lot worse.” Dad fastened the tapes together and reached for a pair of clear plastic pants which he wiggled up his son’s legs and smoothed them into place.

“So, you have no complaints about all this now?” dad questioned his sincerity. He wasn’t sure himself as the childish print on the disposable was obvious under the slinky sheen of his plastic pants. His almost thirteen year old son, did look cute and, although perhaps it should have been an anathema for a father to think that way, it was what had brought his son to his senses... so far.

“Well, yerrr, I’m almost thirteen and wear a nappy but,” he saw his dad raise an eyebrow, “I know you’re doing this for a reason that makes sense to you and mum.” Dad kept a neutral face, “and I know I’ve quite a lot to make up for so... I don’t complain. I just get on with what you’ve decided and, as I feel quite comfy wearing them... weirdly, now, ummm, I, erm, quite, hmmm, like them.” His voice trailed off with this admission.

“Good,” his father patted his son’s padding once more, “because they suit you very well and we think that you have become a much nicer, a more thoughtful person as a result of wearing them.” It seemed a relevant thing to say but dad was being his usual genial self and invited him in for a hug. Robbie snuggled up to his dad but as he was held Thomas added, “I’m just so glad we choose this route and not... well...” he paused and exhaled with relief, “let’s be happy with this.” Robbie’s slinky little padded bottom was stoked and rubbed several times in verification.

However, though it was such a caring moment, the idea of the THWACK! briefly entered Robbie’s head and his body quivered at the thought. A consideration that hadn’t entered his head for some time and one he hoped would leave very quickly. After all, he was also glad that they hadn’t chosen that as an alternative.

“Thanks dad,” and hugged his father tightly.

~

After a short while dad said he was planning on just relaxing on the balcony and if Robbie wanted to go off, as long as he didn’t leave the hotel grounds, he was happy for him do so.

Robbie pulled up his new camo style shorts and slipped over the matching top, which had become his favourites to wear.

“Can I go in the arcade?”

“Sure, how much do you need?” Dad groped in his pocket and pulled out a €20 note. “Will this be enough?”

“Thanks dad, you’re the best,” and darted for the door heading for the elevator. His mood a lot livelier now he had something else to think about.

Once he got to the reception area it was busy with a new load of holidaymakers lining up to check in. He felt like an elder stateman since he’d been there over a week and his tan was coming on nicely. He looked at a noisy bunch of kids who appeared remarkably pale and realised that it wasn’t that long ago that’s just what he looked like. Still it was good to see so many other lads and lasses around his age and hoped there’d be a whole set of new friends to make over the next few days.

Once at the arcade he changed the note into coins and looked to see if Karl or any of the others might be around but, on this occasion, it seemed relatively quiet. What was busy though was the nearby jungle gym and soft play area for those under six, which was a hive of noise and activity. Of course, once he peaked in he saw that Anna was there with Leo and a whole bunch of other screaming toddlers. She seemed in her element as her and a couple of other teenagers supervised what was going on. Robbie stood for a moment admiring Anna but felt his nappy stirring once again and didn’t want to be caught staring at her so moved off and down to the pool.

Karl wasn’t there but a few of their other friends had congregated around a lad’s mobile and were watching a Premier League game on the small screen. Later they heard that a TV near the bar had been tuned into the game so they all trooped in there to watch.

The place was busy and although some of the older viewers had beer, the group Robbie was with were enjoying going mad with all the free Colas they could access. As the game continued a weird moment came for Robbie because a few of the lads were rushing off to the nearby toilet but he quite happily stayed where he was and gently let loose a warm stream into his disposable. Of course it was something he’d done before but never (as far as he could remember) with such relish because his viewing wasn’t interrupted; when he felt the need, he’d just gone. Even as his nappy expanded and pushed out the front of his shorts he sat there feeling quite smug whilst still enjoying the game.

As the game progressed further the area also became a noisy centre of excitement as fans and critics joined in with their opinions, even if the teams playing were not their own. Robbie thought it strange (but fun) seeing and hearing some of the comments shouted at the ref’s (and VARs) decision-making in a foreign language but understood from the group of kid’s exasperation just exactly what was meant.

~

After the game, and as most people had dispersed either back to their room or to refresh themselves in the pool, Robbie took up residency on a sun lounger to watch all that was going on poolside. He was joined by a couple of other boys who had also decided not to launch themselves into the cooling water but were still excited enough by the game to want to chat about it further.  

One boy sat on the end of the lounger which made Robbie’s pull up his feet so that his knees were bent. The loose material around the leg of his shorts drooped open and the lad, Owen from Swansea, took great delight in saying that he could see Robbie’s bulging plastic pants. The other boy also grabbed the opportunity of taking a peek up Robbie’s short’s leg nodding in agreement.

“So, you wear a nappy,” the lads were grinning from ear to ear but were also somewhat perturbed by the fact that the object of their burgeoning ridicule wasn’t all flustered and trying to hide his shame. “Bit of a baby are you, colourful nappy for pissing yourself...” Owen was pleased with what he’d discovered and hoped to make the most of it.

“Mmmm maybe,” Robbie smoothed out the front of his bulging shorts and patted the mound. “My parents make me wear a nappy because of something stupid I’ve done and think this will make me remember I’m still only a kid and not a grown-up who can do what he likes.”

That wasn’t the response Owen and his mate Steve had expected, nor the further little addition a surprisingly relaxed Robbie offered as a little sting.

“Apparently various parents have noticed and taken what’s happening to me as a possible way of dealing with their own unruly kids... so... before long I may not be the only one. In fact, I think there are already a number in the same boat.” He looked them both in the eye, “Not sure who might be next.”

Owen and his mate looked stunned. This was not what they expected to happen and, as a couple of dumb fourteen year olds, wondered if word had reached their parents yet. The idea of pouring ridicule on Robbie evaporated as they slunk off looking more than a little agitated; the superiority that a teenager has over anyone younger suddenly disappearing when they themselves felt threatened.

There was no doubt that the thicker and more childish disposable was much more comfy to wear than the ones his mum had put him in originally. Not that they weren’t comfy it was just a different level of comfort that Robbie could feel and appreciate. Maybe it was these that had given him the confidence to say what he said?

As he sat contemplating exactly just what he’d said, he wondered where it had come from. It sounded, even to him, rehearsed but as far as he knew it had just flowed, like his pee, all very naturally. That ‘smug’ feeling returned and Robbie was left alone to enjoy the rest of the sunny afternoon lounging by the pool and appreciating the sights and sounds of loads of kids taking full advantage of the hotel’s facilities. He smoothed the prominent bulge down and liked the way the sun shining on his polyester camo shorts reflected a sort of sheen, which he thought made them look even ‘cooler’.

~

Twenty minutes later Karl came and joined him looking very relaxed and smart wearing jeans and a Mainz football jersey as he and his dad had just been to a German bar to watch a game there. They sat for a while, once again Robbie with his knees up so his friend could sit on the end of the lounger but obviously didn’t care if he saw his bulging nappy or not.

The smugness, this feeling of being in control of the situation was quite new. He’d wondered what his reaction to being found out would be like and it had surprised him just how unconcerned he’d been when it happened. It could have been down to the fact that his parents had normalised him wearing a nappy so much, that was what it was... normal. He hadn’t been scared, in fact he was proud of himself for not feeling embarrassed and dealing with it the way he had but now wondered, should Karl say something, a person he liked and respected, would he react the same way?

The thing was, Karl knew that Robbie wore padding, not because his sister had told him but simply from previously seeing the bulge in his swimming trunks. Nevertheless, he knew that it was no concern of his why a person wore windeln (nappies), it could be for medical, or other social reasons and was none of his concern, so he just hadn’t mentioned it. He’d been brought up to respect other people’s differences by parents who had concern for people’s feelings and privacy. However, at that moment Karl could see a smiling face of some cartoon animal, covered in clear plastic, grinning at him down his friend’s shorts. It made him chuckle to himself but thought he wouldn’t embarrass Robbie by making a comment. It was up to Robbie to decide if he wanted to say anything or not. However, it probably explained why he didn’t go in the pool as often as others.

Whatever the reason Karl liked his English buddy. There was no Blödsinn like there was with some other kids on holiday. He wasn’t constantly trying to prove himself or be better than he was and although he didn’t know him before, Robbie came across as a very nice guy. There was something ‘naïve’ about him. Karl wasn’t sure if his assessment was correct or that was the exact term, but in some ways he didn’t appear to be a twelve year old (the age he said he was) in his dress sense or attitude. It was like he’d found an age where he was happy and settled into that.

Robbie hadn’t told him about his past association with his school gang so all that side was never on show. Karl had quite liked the fact that he’d mixed with Darren and had no trouble with the age difference and he’d seen him dancing with six and seven year old girls in the disco without looking in the least self-conscious. Karl had noticed his padding even then... though maybe his friend was unaware of that fact. In spite of this, his little brother Leo wore similar windeln and he looked really cute in them and, if he was honest, so did Robbie.

~

When Robbie returned to the top floor his mother was back having bought a few extra items and souvenirs to take back for friends. He found his parents on the balcony enjoying a chat and sharing a bottle of chilled Vinho Verde. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and joined them.

He noticed that whatever they were talking about was private because he could hear the change in conversation topic, they didn’t hide it particularly well. What they’d been talking about was the homeschooling idea and whether they should let Robbie in on their plans. The initial idea was to see if he’d go with the notion or if he’d create and insist on going back to his school, something his mother at least was dead against. They were stuck as to whether to just jump in and tell him what was going to happen or just gently try and ease him into the situation as they wanted it to happen.

Armed with his new found confidence Robbie launched straight into his thoughts.

“What’s the big secret?”

Thomas and Claire looked at one and other and seemed to come to the same conclusion – it was time to tell him their plan.

“Well love,” she patted the seat next to her and Robbie settled down to hear what his future was going to be. “As you know, we’ve been talking with the Carpenters and they have taken it upon themselves to homeschool Darren because they weren’t happy with the school in their area.”

Robbie nodded and suddenly realised what was coming next. “Erm, does this have anything to do with my return to class next term?”

“Yes.” His dad looked serious but his mother was all smiles. She went on, “Because of, well, last terms problems we’ve decided that it might be in your best interests to have a break from the influences that aren’t good for you.”

Even in the warmth of the still sunlit balcony for some reason a chill ran through Robbie’s body. He was going to say something but dad jumped in.

“Since the summer break and being kept away from those terrible lads, you’ve behaved and there has been a positive change in your personality... something your mum and I want you to keep.”

Robbie wriggled a little uncomfortably in his nappy and a slight whoosh from his plastic pants escaped. It was as if it was signifying that it was his nappies that had made his attitude and behaviour change. However, he kept quiet and let his parents explain everything.

~

At the back of his mind he was thinking that he was going to be homeschooled with Darren by his mum and that would have made him equal to an eight year-old. There was a rising panic as he thought his mum and dad wanted to keep him as a little kid and stop him becoming a teenager. He found his voice.

“Does that mean I’ll be homeschooled with Darren?” He asked disconcerted.

“Oh sweetheart, no,” his mum saw how the idea had depressed him, “I’ll be doing the homeschooling... it will be at our house and your dad and I think it would work a treat if we can get everything organised before the new term begins. However, the bottom line is, we have no intention of sending you back to that school if those kids are going to be there. We will not go through all that again and we think neither should you.”

“But, erm, but, ummm...” There were seeds of a protest growing in Robbie’s mind but he was having trouble actually formulating any objection.

Both his mum and dad took turns in explaining what they’d planned and when Robbie realised that it probably wasn’t such a bad idea to keep him away from Mally and the gang, he began to think in a more positive light. He was totting things up himself and therefore missed quite a bit of what was being said. However, he came back to listening as his mother smiled but it had a ‘this is how it’s going to be’ vibe about it.

“... you’ve made so much progress love that we don’t want to see you slip back into those erroneous ways.”

Robbie couldn’t help it but a tear ran down his cheek.

“Don’t cry sweetheart,” his mum comforted, “it’ll be alright. Amanda has given me loads of advice and apparently, it couldn’t be easier to arrange... but you will have to cultivate some different friends, which hopefully we can do by seeing if there are others in our area who want to do the same with their kids.”

The thing was, the tear wasn’t because of what he would lose, it was because his parents had given him a way out of having to see the gang again. His guilt about what he’d done wasn’t going to go away but he was sure that Mally and the rest of the gang’s influence would, despite any commitments to his family, be tested over and over again. He knew that a complete break is what he needed although being homeschooled wasn’t something he’d thought about. However, now it was on offer, perhaps it was an ideal time to...

His thoughts were interrupted by his mum telling him a few more things that were going to happen.

“Don’t think this would mean you could lie in bed all day, there would still be a learning regime and a dress code so you were aware that this was not an excuse to do nothing. Mrs Carpenter was very specific about keeping to a schedule and making sure it was adhered to by all concerned.”

Robbie was unsure but it looked like his parents had decided and doubted if he could change their minds, even if he wanted to. He wasn’t sure he did, although the fact that he wouldn’t be able to be part of a football team was a minus for homeschooling. Having said that, he thought how little he’d actually played since being in the gang and how the gang had become everything. It had driven him to act stupid and...

Oh yes... that guilty secret... would he ever pluck up the courage to tell them or, as he’d more or less decided, take it to his grave?

The more they talked and enthused the more he wondered if this was an opportunity, like wearing a nappy, to better himself. Should he embrace the entire concept and buckle down and accept that his parents, as had been proven, know what’s best for him? Also, would nappies be staying because, if he did return to school and still had to wear them, he’d rather be at home.

He asked the question, “Erm, would I still have to wear a nappy?” He was inadvertently tenderly rubbing the bulge in his shorts as he said this.

“Yes of course sweetheart, the nappy has proved to work and, as we’ve said already, we don’t want to see you slip back into your bad ways. Also, and I’m sorry to repeat what we said at the very beginning... we know what you’ve done and we also know there’s more than you’ve confessed to so, until that area is all cleared up... your nappy,” she smiled cheekily, “which has never looked better on you, will stay. OK?”

She was chipper and upbeat and offering him a chance to tell all and perhaps get out of having to wear a nappy but he stayed silent.

Robbie wasn’t sure whether to be annoyed or pleased. He’d gotten used to his nappies and plastic pants (even though he thought such a thing would never happen) and he quite liked the way things were with his mum and dad. In fact, if he was honest, things had never been better and they could enjoy each other’s company in ways he thought would no longer happen. Such was the change the last few weeks had delivered.

His full nappy was visible down his pants leg to his mum who smiled and said perhaps it was time for a quick change but Robbie said he’d wait until they were going out to dinner.

“I think there’s room for a bit more absorption.” Was a sentence he never would have expected to have uttered and yet, he was very comfortable in its expanded and cosy form. There was a hug to his groin which made each one of these thicker, childish disposables very, very dependable.

~ tbc ~

[You know what you've done. 1 - 14]

Thanks.

Shouldn't be long😉

[You know what you've done. 1 - 14]

On 6/7/2025 at 7:49 PM, Dirty Boy said:

The sense of guilt is overestimated, it should be intelligent, confess something not too serious and say that he is repentant and getting out of a situation. In life sometimes you have to become intelligent and deceive people to get out of uncomfortable situations.  

This was something he did right at the beginning but didn't fool anyone. In fact, his mother noticed there was much more going on in her son's head and it was something he himself was finding hard to cope with - still he didn't want to confess to that because it was, to him at least, too intense.

On 6/7/2025 at 8:08 PM, CDfm said:

Deceit is never the answer!  If you tell one lie you will then be forced to continue telling lies to cover the first one.  Eventually you will not be able to recall all the lies you have told and your deceit will be discovered.  Plus you will never be free of guilt or the stress that comes with it. 

I think you're correct, it is never the answer because he's tried it and failed. You are relying on other people being easily fooled and has been proven time and time again, Robbie's parents aren't that kind of people.

 

23 hours ago, wetdiaper55 said:

Robbie has accepted that he is just a diaper wearing baby.....I love the chapter .

Not a baby... but perhaps feeling better in the skin he finds himself in.😊

 

15 hours ago, spark said:

That was an incredible chapter.  Robbie went through so much in that dream.   I wouldn't be surprised is something other than poo or pee ended up in his diaper, especially with his growing  sexuality.

It's interesting how much matured emotionally through this, even though he was regressed.  It is interesting how much freedom his parents are giving him, and how Robbie is respecting that freedom.  Other than his outfit, and the diapers, his parents aren't treating him like a child.  It's interesting how Robbie respected his mom request to stay out of the sun when he went down to the pool, which is something that a lot of twelve-year-olds wouldn't do, and if they did, it would be more out of fear of the potential punishment than respecting his mom's valid reasoning.

I think you have grasped what is happening to Robbie - he is changing, he is accepting and he is finding things out about himself that he was totally unaware of. His nappy is, to a certain extent, stopping him from erupting in it but a boy his age... well... it's going to happen even without too much encouragement.😬

14 hours ago, Dirty Boy said:

Robbie is a bit of a victim of Stockholm Syndrome as well as guilt. As i said, he could come out of his diapers if he confessed to a minor crime and said he was sorry, his parents would be forced to keep their word. They would be easy to trick. Robbie, on the other hand, due to the regression, is thinking like a child with feelings of guilt.

His feeling of GUILT is not something he can pretend isn't the major reason he's accepting quite a lot of what is going on. Does he deserve it? Well, he obviously can't pretend he hasn't done something wrong, something so stupendously bad that the very thought of it sends him into shivers of regret. Don't underestimate just how guilty Robbie is feeling (or why he should feel that way) because he knows the truth, his mum and dad can only guess... and they're way off.

Hugs and thanks for reading and getting involved.

Les😊

[You know what you've done. 1 - 14]

Part 12

“Oh, erm, nothing... it’s just, errrrmmmm,” Robbie was stalling for time. “I think...” then he had a brainwave, “I think mum got me the wrong wristband,” he waggled it in front of Karl’s eyes, “see, green and white which I’m sure is wrong as it should be like yours... more multi coloured.”

“Hmmm,” Karl looked at his and Robbie’s wristbands he knew the green and white one is for under twelves. He looked up at Robbie and shrugged as if he thought it was probably correct but Robbie just wanted to appear older than he was and although Robbie had said he was nearly thirteen thought that might not be true, after all, an eight year old was his best friend. Karl didn’t judge, he liked the English boy “Well, it won’t stop you getting anything I can get but you can go some places I can’t so... I wouldn’t worry about it.”

Robbie was just relieved that he didn’t have to confess anything about his nappy although for some reason it suddenly did feel larger than it had under his shorts. He then realised he’d just released a stream into it without being aware. Was the anxiety of waiting for an answer about any ‘Darren revelation’ just too much? The developing warming glow was distracting him from what his friend was saying. Thankfully he remembered just how well his mum wrapped him up and that the new rubber pants with the robust elasticated leg cuffs would hold whatever was released.

“Sorry, what did you say?” He looked at Karl, his eyes eager for fun.

“I just said that the console over there is free do you want a game?” He was a little distracted himself as a few of his other friends were beckoning him over to another screen that, judging from the excited noises coming from the little crowd gathered around the player, was reaching some kind of climax.

“Sounds like fun,” Robbie was pleased to have something to take his mind off of his snug expanding disposable.

Over the weeks since he’d been put back in nappies, and completely unconsciously, wearing wet padding had become less and less of a problem and, although he probably wouldn’t want to admit it, didn’t find the sensation totally unpleasant anymore. So, as he walked around, or unintentionally rubbed himself up against various apparatus as he watched others or played himself, his expanded nappy was producing some very nice sensations. Another burst of pee only adding to the comfort and excitement he was enjoying. There was far more gratification going on under the folds of material than he was letting on.

~

He’d loved the company of all the other kids - playing games, watching totals tot up as some whizz had found the way to beat the tech or simply the raucous satisfaction of a load of noisy kids together. It was just after eleven when he looked at the clock and realised, for the first time in ages, he’d been without mum or dad’s supervision for longer than ever. Now he hadn’t been given a curfew or an expected time to return but, even though there were some younger than him still playing the various amusements, thought it time for him to return to the top floor.

With a wave of ‘good night’ he made his way to the hotel elevators. As he waited for one to descend he was joined at the door by Anna which made him feel nervous. He nodded and she gave him that perfect smile back. Even at this time of night she looked stunning.

“How are you... Robbie?” She pulled his name from her list of the many kids who were at the hotel.

“Erm, fine, erm, Anna thanks, erm, danke.” He tried to smile back but of course the memory of their last encounter came flooding back – that and the fact that he was once again wearing a very soaked nappy made him blush and feel very self-conscious. Despite wanting to appear grown up around her he felt like a little kid, even more so because she knew his secret.

“Gute, gute,” she responded and quite naturally appraised him whilst noticing his expanded shorts. “Have you had a gute zeit?” There was just that accent, mixed German and English, which just made her sound even more exotic and desirable but at that moment he just hoped she wasn’t going to suggest a fresh nappy change.

“Just been in the arcade with your brother.” He tried his best at small talk.

“Ah, he’s there is he? OK Robbie I need to go and fetch him. Gute Nacht.” And she disappeared back toward the arcade intent on finding Karl as the elevator doors opened and with relief found he had the lift to himself.

~

Once back in the room his mother had already retired for the night but dad was still up and had all Robbie’s night time requirements set out next to his bed.

“Sorry dad, I met up with some mates and didn’t realise how late it was getting.”

“Don’t worry lad, you’re not in any trouble but I’m glad you’re back before midnight otherwise we’d have started worrying.” He said placating any anxiety his son was experiencing.

Robbie was relieved he wasn’t in trouble and also that his parents had trusted him enough to let him out on his own and there’d been no time restriction on his return. This was a new development, they trusted him to know when it was time. He felt quite proud of himself, despite the heavy nappy under his shorts.

Dad automatically patted Robbie’s bottom and knew that it was time to get him ready for bed so asked if he needed any help stripping down.

“No but I could do with a pee,” Robbie half joked.

“Well, you’ve still got your nappy on so... let loose and I’ll change you when you’ve finished.”

Although Robbie had been joking he suddenly knew, with all the drinks he’d had at the arcade, he could actually pee a little more so simply forced what was left out.

Meanwhile, dad went out onto the balcony and cleared the table and brought in the empty bottles of water he and Claire had been drinking that night.

“You done?” Dad regarded his son who was standing with legs apart and a look of success on his face. Dad smiled to himself, it had been amazing to see how accepting of his nappied status Robbie had become and how it didn’t bother him at all filling his padding in such a way.

Thomas watched as Robbie kicked off his trainers, slipped effortlessly from his t-shirt and then shuffled down his camo shorts leaving him standing in just his rather expanded plastic pants and the tell-tale bulge of a rather wet disposable underneath.

“Looks full son... hope you haven’t wandered around with it that soaked for too long,” but he wasn’t having a go just being fatherly and concerned for his son’s welfare.

“Mum usually supervises this bit,” Robbie reminded his dad, “so as not to get any dampness on the floor or furniture.”

“Quite right too,” dad responded and was quickly there to ease his plastic pants down and pull on the tapes, whilst a hand between his son’s crotch held the weight of the sodden nappy.

Once that was completed, and the nappy set aside where it could do no harm, Thomas set about wiping his son down with a warm damp cloth before the nightly regime of lotion and powder. Once again Thomas was pleased with the comfortable stance his son held whilst all this was going on. He chatted about the latest games they had down in the arcade but there was no reaction against what dad was doing. No shame, no wriggling, not even an acknowledgement that this was anything but normal, as dad slipped him into a rather thick (with extra padding) disposable and pulled up a clean pair of sweet cartoon plastic pants. Patting him down Thomas said he was ready to go but, if he wasn’t tired, they could sit on the balcony for a little while and chat. Robbie smiled and said, “Yes, I’d like that.”

~

The breeze had died down and it was back to being a warm and sultry night. Dad was sitting in a t-shirt and boxers, his son in t-shirt and bulging protection, both seemed at ease with the situation. Even though they talked, it wasn’t about anything in particular and all the time, basking in his dad’s love and concern, Robbie began to think about how they’d got to this stage.

When he changed schools a year ago and went up a level, mum and dad had given as much freedom as they could to an eleven year old. They trusted him to be good and responsible like he had been all his life but then – the gang. He was no longer interested in hugs and praise from parents all he wanted was to be accepted by this group of kids who were way out of his natural comfort zone. He tried to fit in; he did some really bad stuff even though it didn’t sit easily with him. They were doing things any parent would never understand but that pre-teens needed to do to prove themselves.

Over the past few weeks it had come as a bit of a shock that being treated the way he now was meant he was cherished. Not that he wasn’t loved before, it was just he’d rejected that innate parental care and had decided, as age demanded, his new independent mates were the way to go.

When he thought back over the last year, the madness, the stunts, the stealing, the rudeness and the incident that changed school life, he couldn’t have imagined that giving someone a sandwich would lead to such a colossal transformation of himself.

To begin with he was overawed to be part of the school bully’s group. It was so out of character but it nudged a need in him to step away from the Mr Niceguy image he had and find what else was on offer to a growing lad his age. The weird grudging respect being part of a gang generated and then the need to prove himself by going further than anyone else, that was the big one. It had been a mad year. Unfortunately, the sleepless nights, the last minute dashes to the toilet and the occasional (but never admitted to) nocturnal accidents, meant the desire to keep everyone at arm’s length less they discover the truth of what he’d done. It was all a heavy, heavy burden.

Conversely, that morning not so long ago, when dad had been firm and told him that he was being returned to wearing a nappy, had jolted him from all that. To be truthful, he hadn’t known what to make of it and at first thought it must be a joke. It was preposterous, stupid, insane and would never happen... but it had. His twelve year old macho posturing didn’t work because his dad, the man he’d known all his life, the loving father who had taught him so much, had decided that enough was enough. He knew physically that dad was no push over, and although he’d let Robbie go his own way, there was still, in his twelve year old mind, the knowledge that dad was the disciplinarian if he so chose.

So, in the beginning it looked like dad had led the proceedings, which was probably the idea, a more imposing and difficult person to rebel against. However, it had soon become clear that it was mum who was driving the ‘reclamation’ of their wayward son. What his parents were doing without Robbie realising it was what he needed and, although knew he should react and fight for his independence, somehow, somewhere, deep down, he recognised they were trying their best to save him from himself.

Because of those past (and some relatively recent) ‘misdemeanours’ Robbie thought he didn’t deserve his family’s affection. The image in his head of actual physical punishment, the THWACK! took control. It was something he was terrified of but probably thought he deserved so that led to him being scared into compliance. Even though he knew he’d done something far worse, that brutal physical element was just too much to consider. Although, if it came to it a quick smack was probably something he could handle, the thought of regular and unrestricted beatings that he was sure what he’d done would warrant, wasn’t. Even though the gang members had all inferred that domestic beatings and physical punishment was part of their day-to-day lives, for Robbie that thought really unnerved him.

Contrariwise, with this change in parental supervision and how quickly he’d found himself well-padded and valued, he’d begun to appreciate and desire the return of that loving emotion. The last few weeks had made him realise that there was perhaps some method in their madness and they were simply relieving him of any and all responsibility.

At first he rejected the very idea but despite the mumblings, the tantrums, the harsh words, in the deep recesses of his mind, he knew he deserved what was happening. He knew he’d have to pay for what he’d done, even if his parents didn’t know just what it was that he had done.

They’d gone a strange way about doing it, of making a point, but now he didn’t have to prove anything. Even how he dressed (and what he was dressed in) was decided for him so didn’t have to think about something as basic as that. They’d taken away that necessity all growing kids desire most, to be an individual and self-absorbed teenager (but look where that had got him) and given him the chance to start again. The nappy, although quite a peculiar idea, was, as it turned out, making some kind of sense.

~

Although he was rapidly approaching his teens there had been quite a change in how Robbie perceived himself. For instance, he’d never really noticed girls before – the receptionist and Anna had both turned his head and provoked a basic physical reaction. Then there was Karl (and if he was honest, quite a few other semi-clad lads that visited the pool and beach) who also seemed to produce something similar. Perhaps because of his past interest in playing football and then falling in with the gang his mind had never wandered into such areas before. However, being in a gang had made him desperate to be thought of as grown up so these current observations and interests of the people around him seemed to prove he was certainly on the way. But then, and though he was loathed to admit it, the release of responsibilities and building sandcastles with Darren and his friends had been more fun than he thought possible. The liberation of having to be one thing or another had been completely obliterated by this holiday. Even when he played footie or joined in with any of the games, those simple pleasures were really just as much fun. It was like experiencing and appreciating things he’d dismissed as too childish... and it was amazing.

It had all lifted him out of a worrying and depressive mind set.

But why?

He seemed caught between both sides of his development without one winning over the other. Possibly that’s why mum dressed him younger than he was? Maybe this was a good thing? Maybe mum and dad had wanted it this way. Maybe because there’d been a dramatic realisation in what Robbie understood his place to be and what was expected of him, he could be himself.  Mum had said or alluded to this simple fact on a number of occasions - there was no rush to grow up. Oh, and what was expected of him was, as it turned out, nothing. All he had to be was a loving and thoughtful son.

He could hear his dad still talking, he could hear the muted babble of people down by the pool, but his mind was elsewhere.

“...and what do you think?” Thomas leant over to get his son’s opinion.

“Hmmmm,” Robbie nodded hoping to delay his reply and make dad assume he was thinking about it, when in fact he had no idea what the question was. “Erm, dad I’m tired so I think I’ll sleep on that,” he got up to leave, “night-night” gave him a kiss on the cheek and left dad wondering.

He crinkled his way to bed, his thick padding a reminder of his place in the family, and slipped under the thin sheet, his mind alive on so many subjects he thought he’d never get to sleep again. Nonetheless, within two minutes he was dead to the world.

~

Robbie’s arms were held by his side but away from his body. He tried to free himself but was held tightly down. He was wearing a t-shirt and his baggy red shorts but his legs were spread apart and also restrained so they couldn’t move. There was something in his mouth, a gag of some kind that only allowed a muffled scream that, although panicky, really wasn’t attracting anyone’s sympathy.

A figure approached with scissors; it was Anna. As she got closer so it became obvious that Robbie was in what looked like a public operating theatre because he could see other people - kids from the beach, the pool and any number of others old and young from the hotel - begin to crowd around. Panic and a dry throat made him believe that this was not a good position to be in but no matter how much he struggled there was no help and no escape.

“Now you will see,” Anna looked around at the assembled crowd, “as I remove Little Robbie’s clothing,” She was speaking in English, although it might have been German but he could understand what was being said. “All will be revealed.”

She began to cut away his clothes. Once his t-shirt and shorts had been removed she looked up at her audience, “As you all can see, Little Robbie is already prepared for this operation. He wears the nappy and plastic pants that are needed to contain what is within.”

A smattering of coughs, whoops and giggles echoed around the operating theatre.

She ran her hand over the shiny plastic cover, pressing down the padding underneath, which was like the thick cotton nappies mum dressed him in right at the beginning. Anna gently caressed the material, rubbing the two different fabrics, cotton and plastic, together in a soothing and relaxing way. The dread seemed to ease from Robbie and he began to settle down. However, the audience began to crowd around and could see his parents off to the side holding each other’s hand smiling and looking encouraging.

“It won’t be long sweetheart.” He could read his mother’s lips as Anna’s palms slipped up from his groin and began to gently, and at first almost imperceptibly, rotate on his soft boyish tummy. She started at his belly button and rotated out, her palms covered in oil or some lotion. He felt her begin to increase pressure as the rotations got longer but heavier, soon his stomach began to cramp. Anna noticed the change in Robbie’s breathing; the strain as he tried to release himself from his bindings coupled with a new terror that was growing in his belly.

“No,” he screamed into the gag, he wasn’t going to allow this to happen in front of such an audience.

“Let it go Robbie,” Anna whispered, “Let all your guilt and worry go.”

The pressure was building and he knew, that soon, and with or without this crowd of people watching his bowel was about to release its load.

“Don’t hold back Little Robbie,” her voice was soothing but heartfelt. Her superb young boobs jutted through her tight pink jumper, “get rid of it once and for all... you no longer need it... your nappy will be your security...”

She kept up this nonstop flow of reassurance. The crowd in some areas offering their own praise and encouragement. The cacophony of sound reached a peak as Anna pressed down firmly and Robbie could only let out a muffled scream through the gag as he filled his nappy with a bulky (and endless) supply of crap.

“You have been released from guilt... you are reborn... you are a new child to the world.” Anna seemed to be some kind of witch or enchantress, no longer a surgeon or masseur. “Well done Little Robbie, you’ve done what needed to be done.”

Her smile so reassuring, her words pleasant on the ear, her figure as she stepped back was awesome. A cheer went up but Robbie was still struggling, his tear filled eyes were streaming because of what had just taken place, the strangled scream, the mess he’d made, the pain and embarrassment... the...”

“Robbie sweetheart, Robbie, wake up love...” a voice was whispering from above.

He opened his eyes to see in the half-light both parents looking down on him. Somehow he was caught up in the bedding and struggling to detach himself. However, the smell told him that the dream had been more than that.

“You’ve been calling out love,” mum tried to soothe her son by gently wiping sweat from his forehead, “and you urgently need a change.”

His heart was still beating fast as he slowly came around and just a reassuring hug from mum and an encouraging smile from dad seemed more than enough for him to know where he was. However, a stunned, Robbie was still coming to terms with what had happened and although relieved it was all a dream, knew that his nappy would be in a terrible state. He hoped that all had been contained because he could feel the warm mushy mass and shuddered at what had just taken place. The smell was bad and as dad helped him up he could feel the contents slip down and sag heavily in his bloated disposable. Mum had thrown open the balcony doors and a small breeze rippled in to help defuse the pong. What an awful bizarre dream; so vivid, so precise, so effective... and so, so messy.

“Looks like your nappy has had quite a bit to do,” dad observed as he ran his hand over the bloated plastic and gently patted the heavy droop, “but it seems that these tough new pants have done their job”.

As mum slowly guided him to the bathroom she nodded to her husband, “Can you get stuff ready for when we’ve finished,” but he’d already started to rearrange the messed up bed and gather things together.

Once in the bathroom the real outcome of his dream was released, much of which could be flushed down the toilet but it wasn’t easy. Meanwhile, a shitty bum was being hosed down with the shower and mum could tell it had hit him very hard because of his timidity and the way he kept his eyes downcast throughout the clean-up. Whatever he’d been dreaming about appeared to have had some kind of mental as well as physical impact, she hoped her sweet boy could recover quickly from whatever it was.

The nightmare had worried him. Not only because since that afternoon at the disco when Anna changed him, he hadn’t said anything, or had anything to do with her, apart from the occasional nod as they passed one and other, so why was she involved? He’d never felt so childish, and, because of his messed up nappy, thought he’d never needed one more. He was just a...

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart,” mum interrupted his thoughts, “we have this covered... we always have this covered.” She was once again soothing his troubled mind, letting him know that all was well, anticipated and manageable.

He was carefully cleaned up and wrapped in an even thicker disposable, one of the more childish but more absorbent ones like Anna had changed him into at the disco. With extra padding and a return to his thick clear rubber pants he was soon ready to see the night through in total security.

What did mum mean, “we have this covered... we always have this covered”? And why, after that previous dream that seemed so positive, where everybody was so supportive had this one led to such a messy disaster?

But her words were hardly registering because, although he was shocked, he recognised the fact that his dream might have contained a message – was he now released from his over-riding guilt or was it a pointer to something else... was he being told to confess all and he’d be relieved of his liability... and why had Anna called him Little Robbie?

~

Of course it wasn’t Anna calling him Little Robbie it was whatever cerebral components go into making a dream. He wondered if in fact he was calling himself ‘Little’ and it had nothing to do with Anna. Over the past few days, especially as he settled into the wonderful and relaxed routine of being on holiday, he’d begun to wonder if being allowed to let himself go and have no distractions, if he really wanted this much easier and less complicated way of being himself. Had being made to wear a nappy simply released him from being too self-conscious. There was no doubt that to begin with being seen wearing one had made him worry about what others might think but now...well...?

Once his parents had returned to their room Robbie got up and ventured out onto the balcony. At that time of night the pool was lit but only in certain areas and looked placid and inviting now there was hardly a murmur from anywhere. Apart that is from the low level hum of machinery and generators somewhere within the body of the hotel providing power.

He rubbed his hands over the soft pliable surface of his bulging nappy and wondered if he was the only twelve year old in the hotel still required to wear such an outfit. As he sat, trying to see the stars or the lights on distant fishing boats out at sea, he desperately wanted to find a meaning for his dream. He’d never had one that was so detailed or one that he remembered so precisely. Was there a message or was that just him looking for a way to accept his current circumstances? His hands wandered more intently feeling the shape and every curve of his protection, and, after the recent shitty disaster, was grateful to wear it. Maybe that’s what it was about... maybe it wasn’t so much a message as a thing to be thankful for. Just imagine what his bed would have been like had he not been wearing a nappy.

He'd reluctantly accepted his parents decision to put him in padding but now wondered if he thought he should wear it. Would guilt build over time and mean that remorse was so overwhelming that future stresses would undoubtedly mean he’d need a nappy more and more?

He closed his eyes and drifted off.

His mum found him fast asleep on the balcony as the sun was coming up, hand firmly down the front of his wet nappy. She smiled knowingly, grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around their shoulders, so together they drowsily watched the start of a new day in silence. A few distant high clouds reflected the morning’s fresh vibrant colours - it was awesome.

~ tbc ~

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Hi Pierry

Thomas pretty much leaves the decision making to Claire and that includes the disposable design.

She thought they looked cute and like many men, he didn't really have an opinion on them, to him all Robbie's nappies were the same - apart from the fabric ones. Anyway, he didn't react one way or the other to their appearance and like everything else thought that if his wife had decided on them they must be OK.

They might have been Pampers but I suspect they were a top quality European brand but perhaps not as well known as Pampers... still, they did the same thing.

Thanks for taking an interest... because Robbie seems to like the feel of the 'better' brand.

Nappy hugs and such😊

Les

 

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Thanks for all these lovely responses to the story I'm thoroughly enjoying the discussion and I have to say that some of you are spot on with the way it's all going.

Although Robbie could do without this 'punishment' he is getting more and more at ease with the situation and learning to cope when things happen. 

So, despite his parent's desire (well Claire's mainly) to keep him as her 'innocent little boy' he is developing skills based on his nappy wearing. 

However, does her insistence that he doesn't tell lies mean he will stick to that instruction?

Hugs and even more thanks to you all 😉

Les

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Part 11

Later, when they’d made their way for lunch at a beachside café where - sardines, tapas and drinks - were proudly displayed on their boardwalk noticeboard, the Davisons bumped into the Carpenters and an afternoon session of wine and beer seemed to be quite a possibility. Meanwhile, after they’d eaten Robbie and Darren were forced together once more, not that the younger boy was complaining, he loved to spend time with his ‘adopted older brother’. Robbie, wearing a very wet disposable under his rubber trunks, played in the sand helping his friend, who was wearing the tiniest pair of nylon Speedos, build a huge sandcastle.

Whilst the grown-ups drank and chatted the two boys were energetically beginning to build a miniature town. Quite unintentionally, Robbie got quite into the fun of designing and building on the fine sandy beach. They’d found a discarded plastic bucket and spade near a rubbish bin and, together with their hands used them to expand their ‘empire’. From where their mums and dads sat, all they could see was two young boys having fun, one with quite a cushion in his trunks, the smaller of the two looking quite pink from the sun.

Needless to say, with all the squirming, wriggling and scooting around on their knees, Robbie’s trunks eventually succumbed to the pressure and from both his leg holes and waistband the expanded disposable material began to appear.

“Oh Robbie,” whispered Darren, “what’s that sticking out your trunks?”

Robbie looked down and became aware of just how much of his padding was visible.

“Erm, oh, erm, nothing...” Although with his nicely tanned body no one could see him blush.

It was a strange feeling that in the heat of the day, this one question sent a cold shiver through his body. It was also the moment of truth. He’d never had to admit to anyone that he wore a nappy. It had quickly become second nature to him and even though the padding was at times inconvenient, it was better than admitting his guilty secret. However (and remembering the instruction from mum to always tell the truth), he felt he had no option but to nervously and reluctantly accept that perhaps the best kept family secret was no longer that.

“It looks like a nappy.” Darren looked inquisitively and a little surprised but pushed for an answer. “Is it a nappy? Do you wear a nappy?”

Fearing there was no way out of this discussion without a huge explanation he simply nodded.

“Why?” Came the innocent question, whilst gazing at the seeping fabric that Robbie had given up trying to stuff back under his trunks.

“Well, erm, mum and dad says it will stop me from being... erm, naughty.” He looked into his young friend’s wide eyes and shrugged.

“Oh, have you been naughty?” Darren wondered inoffensively.

“Yer, very,” Robbie confessed and felt even more flushed, “so, I have to wear this all the time.” He didn’t explain any further but pushed at a bit of the sodden fabric that was down his leg hole.  

“You won’t tell anyone will you?” Robbie queried sheepishly.

Of course he could have threatened him into silence as that’s what his gang back home would have done but in truth it wouldn’t have seemed fair, the lad was only curious.

Anyway Darren simply shook his head “No” as he started to pile sand around his legs as if this revelation was of no real interest whatsoever.

This was a huge time for Robbie to add to the day before getting his nappy changed by someone else (and by a girl he so wanted to get to know better but not through that) and the first time he’d admitted to anyone that he was always well-padded.

He was glad that despite what could be seen, or the jokes and accusations that could be made, his young mate had no follow up questions. Darren just said “Oh” and nodded as if his curiosity was satisfied and they carried on with their interrupted great sandy development.

~

Robbie looked over at the two sets of grown-ups laughing and joking and in deep conversation so reckoned his secret was probably not so secret anymore anyway.

After about thirty minutes of construction they were both getting pretty hot in the early afternoon sun so, with a quick word to their tipsy mums and dads, disappeared down to the sea for a splash around and to cool off.

Strangely, Robbie was impressed by how understanding Darren was being. He may be only eight years old but surely he’d have some taunting comment or sarcastic response to the news but no, it appeared to make no difference. They stayed in the sea for quite some time, swimming under water and trying to keep their eyes open to see the small darting brown fish or diving between each other’s legs.

Robbie’s padding was completely waterlogged and his pants bulged out but he’d managed a surreptitious pee in the ocean, so was feeling pretty good about himself. Darren was proving to be a lively friend and although he was no footballer, he seemed to have an affinity to the sea and swam around like he was part dolphin.

A ball splashed next to them and Robbie threw it back and before they knew it, they were involved in a game with another group of kids their age.

~

Later, Thomas came looking for them to say they were heading back to the hotel. As the boys waved to their new friends they also noticed that a family with two toddlers, one in Minion swimming trunks and the other in an all over protective swimsuit with Nemo motif, had taken over their sandy structure and were eagerly adding to it. They both smiled to think that their initial building might inspire these little boys.

As the two families walked back along the promenade, the two women chatting, the two men pointing out various things and Darren and Robbie in front planning on going in the pool when they got back, the return journey to the Atlantico seemed to take only moments.

As they neared the hotel the two families split to go their separate ways and Claire took the opportunity to tell Robbie that she’d change him as soon as they got back up to their room.

“Sweetheart, from the looks of things that nappy isn’t going to take much more punishment. Let me get you out of that and into something a bit more comfortable, eh?”

“But mum, I want to go in the pool, erm, I’ve arranged to meet Darren there so...”

“Hmmm,” his mum was thoughtful, “look love, you’ve had plenty of sun today already. I don’t want you burnt to a crisp because your tan is coming along quite nicely and we don’t want you to start shedding skin like that man we saw down on the beach now do we?”

That had been a horrible sight; the man was bright red, with huge white areas under his arms and legs, but his shoulders and bald head were peeling quite dramatically, though despite that, he still laid out in the sun.

“S’pose not... but what about Darren, he might be down there on his own.”

“Well sweetie, your dad and I will be staying up on the balcony but, if you want, you can go and sit down by the pool... but in the shade. I think you’ve had enough sun and swimming for one day and there’s always tomorrow don’t forget. You can take a book or something, er, they have a selection of stuff in that little reading room off from reception area. I’m sure you’ll find something there.”

“OK” he replied a little reluctantly.

“But first, let’s get you out of that soggy nappy you must be fed up with it by now.” She smiled as they entered the lift and ascended to the top floor.

Once in the room she quickly grabbed all the things needed and pulled down his damp trunks. His disposable was quite a mess and almost in tatters after the workout he’d given it.

“Not before time,” Claire acknowledged. “That can’t have been very pleasant playing around in this.” She held up the disintegrating piece of material, which incidentally was very warm from his body heat and the fact he’d just taken a relieving pee.

Robbie looked a bit sheepish but smiled when his mum tossed it aside and cleaned him up with cool wet wipes. He knew that wearing the disposable for such a length of time had made it bunch up and feel uncomfortable, what he wasn’t aware of, but mum noticed on the walk home, was the sweet little waddle it had given him. It seemed that with each passing day Robbie was adapting more and more and to be at ease with life in nappies.

He didn’t say a thing when she chose an animal print replacement pair and added the thick clear plastic pants. This was partly because he was glad to get out of the old ones, it had been rubbing various areas (and not in a good way) and knew how soft and comfy they would be. Claire was pleased he hadn’t reacted badly to the childish print because he looked so damn cute in them. With the plastic pants pulled over they looked like a nice, tight package and the smiling cartoon giraffe on the front was yet another thing that melted her heart and love her innocent boy even more.

She gazed at him for a few moments longer before that adorable view made her begin to tear up with motherly soppiness. With each nappy change she thought her sweet boy just couldn’t look any sweeter. She knew they made him look younger but they fitted perfectly and he wore them so well. To hide this fact she then scooted over to the shelves and pulled out a pair of thickish, grey and green camouflage polyester shorts and matching t-shirt. Robbie was surprised because it was actually something he may well have wanted himself. The shorts were just long enough to hide his padding and the top came down past the waistband so thought it looked pretty cool.

When he stood up, as always, she patted his agreeably padded bum and giggled that he was now her loveable little soldier. He didn’t mind because this was by far the best outfit she’d put him in and liked the way it looked, whilst the looseness hid his heavy padding.

“Good heavens,” dad exclaimed as he noticed him, “who’s declared war?”

“Daaaddd,” Robbie saluted joining in the joke and for the first time in ages was back to feeling like a twelve year old.

~

Claire and Thomas had noted that when playing with Darren he didn’t appear to hold the age difference against his younger friend, which, when they first met at the beginning of the holiday he’d seemed to adopt a reticence to speak with the boy. They were glad they were eventually getting along because the two sets of parents were also getting on famously. So, whilst the two dads had surprisingly found a common interest in gardening, Claire was draining Amanda even further about all she could tell her regarding homeschooling and the benefits of having her son at home.

Thomas was now in the homeschooling loop but as yet they hadn’t told Robbie of their plans because, well, although Thomas was reasonably well paid, they didn’t know whether they could lose Claire’s income as that might prove a bit too much in the way of belt-tightening. However, in a moment of physical exhaustion after sex when Claire had first broached the subject, Thomas had said that he wasn’t against the idea if they could make it work. The reason behind his support was that there was a very good chance, once they were back from vacation, he would be promoted and that would take care of all their immediate financial worries. Also, Claire might be able to undertake some work from home so things might not be as tight as they first thought. Thankfully, they’d know all about that before the start of the new school year so had time to plan things.

Thomas could see the excitement and determination in his wife’s eyes at the prospect of keeping her son away from the bad influences of the past year. He thought about the last few weeks since they’d put Robbie back in to nappies and how he’d changed, which both thought for the better. Her decision to pursue this line of punishment, no matter what the detractors online might say, appeared to be working well. She had never shirked from the extra work that keeping him in nappies produced, in fact, if anything, she’d revelled in it. To watch Robbie now meekly wear his thick protection without any comment was something he doubted he’d ever see. Of course he credited his wife with all of this change, he had no idea that Robbie himself and the deep guilt he felt, was the main driver of this reform to his character.

~

Meanwhile, Robbie had ventured in to the ‘library’ section of the hotel’s lobby and found an array of books in various languages. He looked through the selection but the ones with covers he thought he might like were in a language he couldn’t understand and the few English ones held little appeal. However, he did find a book called The Adventures of Captain Underpants that just didn’t fit in to the luxury aspect of the Atlantico. Nonetheless, the title sounded fun and relatable and, after flashing his colour-coded wristband at the barman and collecting one of the free bottles of cold sparkling water, carried it down to the side of the pool and found a little bit of shade. He took a long, much needed glug, and looked up to the top floor and saw mum peeking over the balcony checking he sat out of the sun. He waved and she waved back before disappearing from view so searched for a place to park himself.

The pool area was still very busy consequently there were only a few spare sun-loungers free of towels and swimwear, he couldn’t see Darren so settled down with his book. He’d just got himself comfy when he had a scare as unknown hands crept up behind and tickled his waist.

Robbie made a loud and embarrassing squeal of surprise and quickly spun around to see a giggling Karl looking really pleased he’d got such a reaction. There were a few people sitting nearby that peered at the two thinking one might be in some distress. Once they realised what was happening then it was smiles all around. Even Robbie, now on his feet, saw the funny side of it.

“Bloody hell Karl,” Robbie looked relieved once he saw who it was, “you scared the life out of me.”

The rather unexpected and intense tickle had made Robbie react, well his bladder at least, as it provoked a spurt of warm pee into his recently applied nappy. However, for the moment at least, he was more worried about the childishly girly scream the tickle attack had produced. He hoped his tickler, and those who were still laughing at him, would let that slide.

“Well, I haven’t seen you around for a few days and thought you might have forgotten me.” Karl smiled and plonked himself down on the next lounger. “Cool outfit,” he said admiring Robbie’s new camo gear.

“Oh, yer, thanks...” with the warmth now circulating in his disposable he suddenly remember that Karl’s sister had changed his nappy and wondered if she’d told him about it but, if she had, Karl didn’t mention it by way of initiating their conversation. “Mum and dad have had us exploring all over the place,” Robbie said by way of explanation as to why he hadn’t been around. “Have you been here at the pool all the time?”

Karl was only wearing those tight blue nylon Speedos like last time they met and was looking pretty near perfect as they relaxed next to each other to chat. For the next ten minutes or so they were busy catching up with what they’d both been up to and then Darren arrived wearing his tight little swimming trunks and settled at the other side of Robbie.

For a moment Robbie resented the eight year old being there but realised that he’d arranged to meet him so thought better of it and introduced them. The young boy was a bit nervous about this older looking lad but Karl was his usual chirpy self and said “Hi” and immediately included him in their small talk. Seemingly, Karl and his family had learned the art of being nice to everybody and making people feel at ease.

They chatted about Robbie’s choice of reading material, the cover showing a fat man wearing just a pair of y-fronts, which, searching around the pool they noticed several older men with huge bellies that fit the bill but one in particular could have been the man who posed for the cover of his book. All three were chortling at their discovery.

“Well Darren,” Karl said after a short while, “you look like you’re ready for a swim even if we can’t get our friend here in the water. As I’m schwitzen I’m off for a dip... you coming?”

An equally sweaty Darren seemed pretty keen to join the older boy in the pool. The two boys, wearing similar swimwear jumped in together. Both surfaced grinning, Darren with teeth chattering but both obviously glad of the refreshing water. Robbie sat there frustrated and a little jealous that he couldn’t just jump in himself but his thick damp nappy and plastic pants under his shorts wasn’t something he wanted to reveal... even if Darren already knew about them.

As he watched them swim and splash around, Karl was acknowledging quite a few other kids in the pool, Robbie wondered some more about whether Anna had told her brother about his nappy change. He totted the numbers up - that was her, Darren, and possibly his mum and dad, as well as his own parents who knew about his nappies. He didn’t know that the receptionist also knew but... who else?

As he sat watching his friends cooling off he relived the embarrassing encounter with Anna and felt a stirring in his nappy. His mind was swamped by her gentle touch, her fantastic body, the caring way she took hold of his hand, her boobs, her lovely encouraging smile and the thoroughness as she wiped away the residue of pee from around his cock, her touch, then pulling the disposable up between his legs to make sure it all fit. His cock was desperately trying to nudge its way to freedom under the damp material. He looked over to the far side of the pool and saw Karl climbing out, his soaked sheer Speedos hugging his bum and glistening in the sun...

He quickly grabbed the book and hoped that reading the exploits of Captain Underpants would distract him from... ooohhhh... too late.

He sat there all hot and bothered, he could’ve really done with taking a dip.

~

Up on the top floor Claire and Thomas were enjoying the shade that was just creepy onto their balcony and the gentle cool breeze that seemed to accompany it. They’d quite enjoyed the extended lunch time drinking and eating session with the Carpenters but were glad for some privacy as they settled onto their balcony loungers to relax.

At some point that day Thomas had advised his wife not to check on the comments to her article and enjoy their holiday without further upset. She’d said that was a good idea but, curiosity got the better of her and as hubby gently snoozed, she opened up her tablet and scrolled through the latest remarks.

‘You evil, self-serving, unthinking bitch’ was the first headline she encountered. The attack contained many of the criticisms she’d already received but seemed to parcel them up with even more venom than previously. Accusing her of untold damage to her son – making him piss and shit himself - and trying to babyfy him for her own desperate needs, whilst pointing out in a series of unflattering and withering terms that it wouldn’t stop her aging in any way.

The unedifying assault caused tears to form and dread that anyone could think that way. How could they say she wasn’t concerned about her son when that was what this was all about in the first place? However, such was the vehemence from this person, and even though they themselves received a vociferous attack, the dread that had rippled through Claire’s body meant that perhaps she detected some truth in the correspondent’s condemnation. She was so upset she went to cry in the bathroom so there was no chance of Thomas seeing her in such a state.

After a while, and with hubby still softly snoring on the balcony, she emerged puffy-eyed and sat on Robbie’s bed. Checking through all the clothes she’d bought him for this trip decided that even though she’d only purchased him shorts, there was nothing at all babyish. Well, that was apart from the actual pile of disposables and colourful nappy covers. There was also a couple of, as yet, unused cotton onesies that she’d hoped would fasten him into his nappy more comfortably because the snaps between his legs would hold it up and stop it from drooping when wet. One was pale blue the other was pale green and she’d paired them with matching elasticated loose-fitting shorts. She ran her hand over the soft fabric, then his t-shirts and ended up caressing the wonderful, soft material that made up his new disposables. She kept a positive internal dialogue by telling herself that what she and Thomas were doing was correct - Robbie was thriving. He looked better, behaved better, was more loving and involved in what was going on... and there were fewer and fewer complaints in either direction. Robbie had become a model young lad but, and this is what the spiteful criticism implied, at what cost?  

~

There was no doubt that this intense criticism had had an effect but there was something that she’d told Thomas that brought her back from the cusp of depression – “The poor boy is holding a huge secret and I think it’s terrifying him. We need to know what it is so we can be prepared to help if we can.” She had no idea what that might be but, call it a mother’s intuition if you like, she knew by the way he capitulated to this bizarre punishment, there must be a reason. She saw guilt written large across his face and subsequent actions had only gone to increase her assumption that it was because of something big. The fact that he’d admitted to so many wrong doings in the past few weeks but still, there was his unease that meant there was more. She wanted, no, needed to know what that was.

However, she had to acknowledge that ‘You know what you’ve done’ had mattered less and less as to the reason he was wearing nappies. It was after all a punishment for those nefarious activities over the past few months. She was trying to remember just why she’d made him use his nappy to such an extent but thought it would mean very little if he didn’t feel the full impact of what wearing padding meant. The fact that she was deriving some pleasure from it didn’t lesson the fact Robbie needed some kind of salvation and, although what they were doing was originally a rash approach, counterintuitively it had so far proved effective.

There was a knock on the door which she answered to find Robbie had returned from his trip poolside looking fed up and probably in need of a nappy change. Although his new camouflage outfit still looked pretty good on him.

“I’ll change you when we get ready to go out sweetie... you can last until then can’t you?”

“Yes mum, no problem,” he replied a little glumly. However, the last few minutes had seen him unexpectedly and nervously flood his padding when he saw Karl looking his way and Darren whispering something in his ear. He was certain that his little ‘friend’ was telling him about his recent discovery and when he saw Karl laugh, knew he’d revealed his secret. It was bad enough his sister knew but if Karl now knew then, with all the friends the young German seemed to have, realised it wouldn’t be long before the entire hotel knew as well. He felt a little depressed wondering what the rest of the holiday might be like.

~

“Mum, have you mentioned to the Carpenters that I wear nappies?” Robbie quietly asked as she was putting all his clothes back on the shelves.

She couldn’t help but detect the strain of anxiety that appeared to be in that simple question or his acceptance of actually mentioning his nappies. “No dear, why?”

“Well, Darren knows,” he sighed. “He noticed them when I was helping him build sandcastles (he didn’t mention that he’d instigated that particular project) so I admitted that I did... so... I just wondered if he told them would it come as a surprise...?” His voice trailed off.

“Well love, I’m pleased that you felt confident enough to tell you friend the truth and, did you ask him not to tell anyone?” She saw him nod that he had, “Well, I’m sure your secret’s safe but, even if he does mention it, I’m not sure that the Carpenters will be all that bothered... they seem a nice couple, indeed a nice family.”

“But, but, I think he’s just told my German friend Karl as I saw them, whispering and giggling and...”

There was no doubt that these days the way he questioned things had an uncertainty about them. She also couldn’t fail to notice that he even looked and sounded much younger and less confident than his twelve years when unsure. The poor lad was in need of mum and dad’s reassurance.

“Now sweetheart, don’t get yourself in a tizz. You don’t know what was being said you’re just assuming and that’s never a good idea. Wait and see how it all pans out before you get yourself in a state that might not be what you think.”

She was going to add that if it was what he thought then she was sure he’d manage to cope but knew that at that moment he wanted reassurance and not maybes.

She hugged him and patted (as anticipated) his soggy nappy and kissed the top of his head.

“You’ll be fine.” She tried again to reassure him, he smiled weakly back and hoped she was correct.

~

He wandered out onto the balcony and noticed his father snoozing, so settled himself next to him and began to think. His time in the gang had been both exciting and at times terrifying but now he realised that there was a lot more going on. He hadn’t realised that growing up was so hazardous; what with the increase in testosterone, choosing the wrong friends, being moody, being independent, yes, and of course, being in a gang... well... the guilt that had gone along with all that ‘stuff’ was a heavy responsibility. On top of that his cock had a mind of its own and he seemed to be coating his nappy more often than he ever thought he would.

That was another thing, he was almost thirteen and yet found he couldn’t defy his mother when she put him in a fresh nappy. How this had become normal, which was of course totally unacceptable, except, he had accepted the situation. He’d reasoned with himself that it was better than admit what he’d done (he kept telling himself this over and over again) but also, despite everything, he did feel closer to his family than he had done for quite some time. There was no doubt that the intimacy of having his mucky nappy changed by a loving parent had made him feel incredibly grateful for that love. There had been a huge shift in his perspective and what had seemed real and desirable when with the gang, now seemed quite the opposite. He hadn’t realised it, and perhaps his parents were also unaware of this other strange fact, the testosterone and whatever other hormones go into making a teenager... appear to have suppressed certain aspects of growing up simply by the addition of his nappy.

It had been such a strange thing to impose on him and yet, with each nappy change, and despite everything that yelled “WRONG” to him, he’d simply got used to it. Whereas a nappy had been an item to ridicule and fiercely battle against, his nappy was now a thing of affection and understanding. He had hated the weight and embarrassment but inexplicably found it comforting, a safety net to his bodily functions. There was no doubt that he was still confused by his feeling towards what his padding meant but not how his family felt about him. Over the last few days, he reasoned, that they may have gone about it in a completely weird way but there was no doubting that the sentiment behind it was his parents concern, yes, and love, for their wayward son.

Now others knew, and although it bothered him, he hadn’t found it as difficult, or as embarrassing as he thought it would be to tell Darren he wore one. Would it be so terrible if Karl knew? That was the thing, did he already know because of his sister (that experience, the more he thought about it, was something else that loomed large in his mind) and would he mind. Would his German friend spread it around and tell all the other holidaying kids? Would he be the centre of the wrong kind of attention?

All this was running around his head when mum came onto the balcony and said, if he wanted to, he could decide where they ate that night.

~

That night, as far as Robbie was concerned, they had the best meal of the holiday so far - a KFC Family Bucket. Oddly, it didn’t taste quite the same as the ones he occasionally was allowed back home, but it was still pretty delicious and seemed to satisfy all members of the Davison’s appetite. Later they went down to the beach where another Volleyball competition was underway with a DJ playing a fantastic mix that made the place very lively. Other games with kids and adults alike, playing footie, or throwing frisbees, or some bat and ball games... the place was busy and fun. Robbie once again managed to get himself involved in a game of football so left his mum and dad drinking in a nearby chiringuito that overlooked the action.

The night passed relatively quickly but as dad had hired a car for the second time, they intended on driving to the Spanish border and then follow the river that separated the two countries inland to see what they could find. They might take the river ferry across to Spain just so they could say they’d done it but really it was to investigate some of the little villages that were always a nice surprise when visited.

Just after 11pm they returned to the hotel, settled a footie-exhausted Robbie in a fresh nappy and had a relatively early night. They wanted to be clear-headed for the drive along the coast the following day.

~

For the next two days Thomas kept the hire car and they drove around the country from the Spanish border to the Silver coast. They stopped at some of the most iconic Portuguese beauty spots, where Claire took loads of photos and didn’t check her ‘social account’ once. The family toured around enjoying the countryside, the shoreline and the time spent with each other was obvious. Even the couple of times Robbie had an al fresco nappy change, he didn’t seem overly concerned.

In fact, Robbie proved to be enthusiastic about all the sights, the food, the people; his buoyant personality winning friends where ever they stopped. Throughout the entire journey there wasn’t one time that he was questioned about wearing a nappy. Even if his parents noticed one or two interested looks from bystanders, it always seemed to be accompanied by a smile or nod that seemed friendly or supportive. Claire began to wonder if more people than she knew kept their teenage kids in nappies and maybe like her thought it a good thing. It could be that was just her own wishful thinking.

By the time they got home, well, back to the hotel, they were quite fatigued and didn’t want to venture too far from their room. The evening meal was taken in the hotel’s rather formal restaurant. It had two eating areas, one serving a buffet style meal for those who had paid the ‘all-in’ price and a more select and more expensive one for those who chose a more a la carte approach to their meals.

The buffet was always of quite a good standard but they’d heard exceptional things about the other eatery and decided to give it a try; they weren’t disappointed. After they’d finished a rather fine meal with a couple bottles of wine, mum and dad made their way back upstairs, whilst Robbie wanted to spend some time playing games in the hotel’s entertainment arcade. None of them fancied the showroom where an evening of Fado was promised but as it was not too late Robbie, with a pocket full of Euros, was let loose to enjoy himself.

The first person he saw was Karl and, as they hadn’t spent any time together since the Darren incident, he wasn’t sure if his German friend would make fun of him now he knew his secret. However, it was gratifying to see his face light up when he noticed Robbie standing under the arcade arch and beckoned him over to watch as he played one of the machines.

Although Karl gave no indication he was going to say anything other than general chat about the game, it was nibbling away at Robbie’s confidence that he might know or say something at any moment. So, when the game was over he decided he’d try and have a private word with him to find out what the young ‘blabbermouth’ had actually revealed.

He manoeuvred them both over to the ‘Cola/Slushie Bar’, where a flash of their respective wristbands gave them access to free drinks, before engaging him in any deep investigation into what had been said.

The chat ranged from how much they were both enjoying themselves, how soon they’d be returning home and how wonderful the weather had been. Robbie briefly touched on Karl’s family and asked how his brother and sister were and just got a general nod that everyone was fine. He saw this as an opportunity to apologise for leaving Karl to cope with Darren by the pool.

“Nein...” he spoke a few words in German, “sorry, erm, he was very nice and polite,” which Robbie took as meaning that a lot of British tourists weren’t. “He was good fun.”

“I saw you in deep conversation... whispering to each other and then looking over at me and laughing.”

“Did I?” Karl shrugged.

“Yes you did, what were you talking about?” Strangely Robbie’s question was more of an accusation but Karl didn’t seem to notice.

“Ah yes, I remember,” he recalled the moment. “Darren was embarrassed to tell me something... a witz..”

“Something about me?” Robbie dived in aggressively.

“Verzeihen Sie!”

“Was he telling you about my, erm, situation?” He just couldn’t bring himself to mention the words even though he’d been desperate to confront Karl and find out what he knew.

Karl just shook his head, “What situation, what are you talking about?”

“Erm, my wearing, erm, you know...?”

“It was a witz... he was telling me something embarrassing and didn’t want anyone else to hear it.”

“What was it he said?” Robbie was almost demanding an answer.

“Oh, let me see, ah yes. It was a witz, erm... a joke... he was scared it was rude so just whispered it to me. What did the elephant say to the naked man?” Karl waited to see if Robbie responded but didn’t know what to make of this turn of events. Karl saw his English buddy looking vague so provided the punchline. “How do you breathe through that thing?” He chortled at the silly joke and was surprised that there wasn’t a better reaction from Robbie. “I’m not sure he knew what the joke meant, or that you do...” He laughed again, “but I thought it very funny. Darren was so embarrassed about telling it.”

He still saw Robbie shrug as if it was the least funny or interesting thing he’d ever heard but Karl explained it. “Naked man with his.. you know... penis out... elephant with its trunk... get it now?”

Robbie began to laugh but not from the gag but from relief that was all that was revealed. No nappy info out there so he was safe, for now.

However, just as he was calming down from this innocent revelation Karl asked, “So, what is your situation?

~ tbc ~

[You know what you've done. 1 - 14]

Yes Robbie does appear to be more accepting of the situation but was told at the beginning of the holiday he could have a miserable time if he didn't or a fabulous time if he did... it seems to have sunk in what's best for him... a nappy.

However, the Anna incident was not what he wanted or expected so will that send him in another direction and will Karl have something to say about it all?

Will Claire add more to her article and will the advice she's getting from those who have responded make her change direction?

Hugs

 

[You know what you've done. 1 - 14]

Part 10

Over the next few days, despite trying her best to be her usual upbeat self, Claire poured over everything that had happened since that first day of the school holidays when the decision to do something about Robbie was put into action. For the casual observer nothing had changed but Thomas noticed her preoccupation but wasn’t too sure why. She still insisted her ‘sweet boy’ wore a nappy at all times, and didn’t get any kick-back or argument from him. In fact, if anything, Robbie gave the impression to have settled even more into his padded circumstances.

Over the next couple of days they spent more time on the beach than lying by the pool. Robbie preferred it as he was able to involve himself with others his age in plenty of games which sprang up all over the place. A couple of people smirked at his choice of (uncool) swimwear but that didn’t stop him from joining in any game of footie he could find. Playing on sand required a different skill from playing on turf so Robbie, although on his school team, was really only a beginner compared to those who played regularly on the beach. Still, the friends he made were fun, even if they didn’t always speak the same language.

It was at one of these times, when Robbie was some distance away on the beach immersed in a game where there were four of them chucking and catching a frisbee that Thomas enquired as to why his wife was so pensive.

“Oh, it’s nothing love?” She tried to deny there was any problem as she slapped on a little more suntan lotion.

“Claire,” he looked her in the eye, “you don’t get away with that as an answer so, what is it?” He was insistent and she knew he wouldn’t stop badgering her unless she told him what was on her mind.

“Well, I think I’ve done something stupid.” She flushed in the already fiercely hot air. “I, erm, I started writing a little blog for one of the social groups I’m involved with...”

“Okay, so, what about?” he nodded in support.

She thought about it for a few seconds, “Errmm, Robbie... and his return to wearing nappies and why we decided on such treatment.”

“WHAT... why is this the first I’m hearing about it?” Thomas asked annoyed.

“Well, I only started it the day before we left to come here... and I’ve recently seen the comments from those who’ve read it.”

“Okay, okay, so what have they said?”

“Most of it seems positive but there were some who thought we were damaging him... psychologically.” She looked away a little embarrassed.

“And it’s those comment that have you feeling the way you are?”

She nodded resignedly.

He thought about it for a little while. “Well, the main question is... do YOU think we’re damaging him in that way?”

“Not really, simply because of how he’s reacted to wearing them. There’s no defiance just acceptance and look,” she pointed to him down on the beach charging around with a bunch of new friends laughing and having fun. “It doesn’t appear to have stopped him from joining in has it?”

“Well then,” he patted his wife’s hand in solidarity, “we’ve seen a great improvement in his attitude and we have a more considerate son than we had so, all in all, I think we should be happy the way things are going.”

He kissed his wife’s cheek.

“I think you... sorry... we, are doing a good job and I think we’ll know when it’s time to change things. At the moment, I think he is still learning there are consequences to his actions and although it might not be to every one of your reader’s taste... we are getting results without the recourse of psychologists, doctors or drugs.” Where this last bit of support for Claire came from he wasn’t sure but he was certain that it must have come up in whatever those replies suggested.

“Stop worrying love,” he smiled, “it’s working and I can’t see him any the worse for the actions we’ve taken.” He paused, “Now can you rub some more of that suntan lotion into my back please?”

She grabbed the bottle, and grateful for his support, began to rub the oily substance into her hubby’s broad shoulders. It had been a relief to talk about what had been concerning her and his support and positivity had been most reassuring. She looked down the beach and saw her son happily splashing away at the water’s edge. It also looked like he was managing to get a ride with a few others on one of the many colourful pedalos about to embark on a journey out at sea. She knew that his disposable would have expanded quite a lot by now but it didn’t seem to be inhibiting him from wading deeper into the ocean. His neoprene trunks doing a fine rubbery job of keeping everything contained... or so she hoped. 

She smiled contentedly – her boy was doing fine.

~

Robbie could feel the water expanding his padding under his trunks. He’d already made up his mind to ignore it but, if something was said, and remembering the warning to always tell the truth or suffer the (unknown) consequences, thought he was fairly safe waist-deep in the ocean from too many questions being asked. He’d noticed that one or two people he met looked like they were on the verge of asking a question but seemed to think better of it. Of course, it might have had nothing to do with his nappy and more to do with his juvenile looks (which in the majority of cases it was because he insisted that he was nearly thirteen but everyone reckoned he wasn’t even ten) still, he was mixing with others and having what he hoped he’d get from the holiday – friends and fun.

It seemed strange that although he’d noticed Anna and Leo around the pool since that first afternoon, Karl had been nowhere to be seen. Thankfully, the hotel was full of all types and ages of kids so, some approached him to get an event going and at other times, he’d just join in whilst getting swept up in the general chaos of a game. He’d bumped into Darren on a few occasions; they’d swam in the pool or played in the hotel’s sports room, which had air hockey, pinball, basketball games and several screens for video games. All of which, even on the hottest days, proved very popular with a whole host of kids. Like the pool, it was another area you could rely on to be a hive of activity and a place to make new friends.

Claire and Amanda had quickly become firm friends and could often be found in deep conversation, so, Thomas and John were often left to share the duty of keeping an eye on the boys, which made nipping off for a sneaky pint difficult. Robbie and Darren were often to be seen sunning themselves or playing together but the trouble was, when he was with Darren it didn’t look like there was a great deal of difference in their age so tended to attract younger kids to them. This in turn led them to all group together if they went to the beach or play in the pool so Robbie was regarded as one of them and not a teen. The two mums were pleased with their friendship but to keep his mum happy Robbie didn’t complain, although was always relieved when that particular family and his went their separate ways.

Darren was besotted with Robbie. He loved having an older friend, it was like having the brother he never had so would often search Robbie out whenever he could. There were times when they were virtually dressed alike that it was spooky, but which both mums found quite endearing.

At one point, when they just happened to be together Darren had said he’d like to go to the Kids Disco as he loved to dance. His mum said that she couldn’t supervise him so the answer was unfortunately “No”. Immediately, and without any consultation with him, Claire offered Robbie as his chaperone. Before Robbie had chance to react Darren’s eyes lit up in excitement, “That would be great... thanks Robbie”. Claire, Amanda, Thomas and John - all expectant eyes were on Robbie, it would, after all, give both couples a few hours away from their kids but Robbie just shrugged. “I don’t think it’s for me really do you?”

Claire was a bit miffed that he didn’t want to do his friend such a favour and gave him a look that made Robbie rethink his position. “Erm, but, well, I suppose it’ll be okay,” he agreed half-heartedly.

Amanda was quickly in “Well that is very nice of you Robbie... your mother has said what a very thoughtful and understanding lad you are. Thank you.”

~

So, that was why, in the afternoon, the two boys dressed in t-shirt and shorts appeared at the club where a hoard of kids from toddlers to pre-teens had gathered and the music was already pumping out some Euro classics. The floor was full of gyrating, twerking, jumping and generally wriggling kids having a great time.

Under his shorts Robbie was of course wearing a disposable with a pair of clear thick plastic pants holding it all in. Unfortunately, as they arrived at the noisy disco Robbie realised that he needed to go to the toilet but was determined not to fill his nappy whilst in amongst so many others. He was also keen not to dance in case his padding could be seen by anyone else.

Darren threw himself into the dancing straight away when he spotted a group of girls he’d played with before. They were overjoyed to have a popular boy in their little group and kept calling Robbie over to come and join in as well. He took some persuading but eventually, after one particular girl came and took his hand, he was on the dancefloor but wasn’t a particularly good dancer. He may have been a sensation on the football pitch but in this awkward environment he settled to just shrug and waggle to the beat.

He noticed Anna and Leo on the dancefloor so looked around for Karl though he wasn’t to be seen. In fact, it looked like Anna was acting as one of the supervisors as she wore a lanyard that had volunteer written on it in several languages. At one point he saw her hand in hand with a toddler and they wandered off to a room at the back of the hall. He didn’t see them return although he did spot Anna later and couldn’t get over how pretty she looked; especially as her boobs were very pronounced under the tight pink t-shirt she was wearing. Robbie was quite enthralled watching her as she seemed to have a smile, wave or word with any and everyone who needed help or encouragement. She’d organised a little group of toddlers near the stage who were enjoying what may well have been their first taste of disco. As he watched her he began to wonder if because he was often seen in Darren’s company Karl had maybe sought out older boys to hang with.

The hotel was very conscious of the requirements of their young guests so there was a constant flow of free water and sodas, as well as snacks of nuts, crisps, pretzels and a few assorted other savoury and sweet titbits. Robbie didn’t realise just how much he’d drunk until he felt a surprising spurt into his suddenly warming disposable. Once that started he found it hard to stop but the thirsty padding seemed eager to soak everything up. It had been a bit of a shock as to how easily and quickly once the flow started it just happened. Pretty soon it was full and his shorts were bulging and could feel the wetness gathering around his privates. As things expanded he sat down hoping his shorts would hold until the end of the disco session. Unfortunately, he was in demand as another cute little girl grabbed his hand and dragged him to his feet. He couldn’t just shrug her off as Anna was close by and didn’t want to appear a monster to her, so, simply got up and hoped for the best.

~

A few minutes later Robbie was surprised when a voice behind him spoke over the loud music. “Bist du nass, bBlahst du Abwechslung?”

He’d been crouching down as the little girl had dropped something and was almost in tears because she couldn’t find it under the flashing lights. Robbie was scrabbling around helping to look for whatever it was so completely distracted when he noticed who’d spoken to him.

Anna’s face had a look of concerned helpfulness about it but Robbie was so stunned by her appearance he just froze. He wanted to be all cool and in control but his throat went dry, which was the complete opposite as a nervous and uncontrolled extra spurt of pee joined his already soaked padding. No words would come out he was struck dumb and could hardly look into her beautiful eyes that he’d so wanted to...

She waited for a moment but decided the poor boy was shy. “Oh Schatz, sei nicht schüchtern... folge mi,” and held out her hand for him to take. The music was too loud to make much sense of what had been said but even so Robbie was struck dumb.

“Ermmm, uuumm, mmmm,” was all he could summon as he was guided off the dancefloor. He saw the little girl squeal in happiness because she had what she’d dropped returned by another of her friends.

Seeing as he wasn’t needed anymore and feeling that a few moments with the lovely Anna might prove fruitful, he let himself be led away. In his head she was about to make him a man (whatever that meant) or at least get a first kiss from such a beautiful and sophisticated girl (woman). He wasn’t thinking straight and was hardly aware of the childish waddle his full nappy gave him. He was even more excited as she guided him into what appeared to be the handicapped toilet and felt a stirring in anticipation.

A light came on and he saw to his dismay a changing table and a pile of colourful childish disposables. This was not what he was expecting but Anna’s charm and gentle insistence meant he had no escape.

“Ich lasse keinen Jungen nass bleiben, wenn wir viele schöne Windeln haben ...” Anna said as she eased down his shorts and effortlessly pushed him up onto the table.

He was stunned and excited at what was happening but there was absolutely no resistance, the fact he was wearing a wet nappy had completely deserted him.

His plastic pants were tight, which displayed that the well-soaked disposable underneath was in urgent need of changing.

“Jetzt müssen Sie sich keine Sorgen machen. Ich habe viel Erfahrung und bin mir sicher, dass deine Mama nicht möchte, dass du in einer so nassen Windel herumläufst...”

His entire body flushed bright red. Was this it? Was this the moment when she... oh no the nappy. As the truth of what was about to happen struck him he was too nervous to put up any opposition or even say anything. Anna took this lack of fight as shy consent of a young boy who was used to others taking control. She pulled down the thick restraining plastic pants to join his shorts around his ankles but didn’t remove them completely. She then pulled on the tapes and released the thick wet material before grabbing a handful of wipes to begin the clean-up.

The truth suddenly dawned but as a result Robbie was finding it hard to breath, let alone speak, so simply closed his eyes and hoped for the entire embarrassing ordeal to soon be over. All the while Anna was offering sweet compliments and encouragement in German because for some reason she thought he was just another shy young German boy since she’d seen her brother talking with him earlier in the week.

After the thorough wipe around and a dollop of cream plus a flurry of powder she pulled one of the disposables from the pile, flapped it out and gently fed it under Robbie’s pale bottom. She pulled it up snugly between his legs and fastened the tabs, then smoothed it out to make sure it fit properly. “Das wird euch alle schön und gemütlich machen, Schatz... sagt eurer Mama, dass Anna das für euch getan hat.” She added as she shuffled his thick clear plastic pants back into place and helped him off the table.

Robbie was very embarrassed about the entire operation because it wasn’t what he expected... or wanted. The woman he craved for had just changed his nappy so would only now see him as a nappy-wearing little kid and not the sophisticated teen he hoped she’d fall for when they were eventually introduced by Karl.

Once satisfied all was contained she pulled up his shorts and checked they were dry. Having patted him and smoothed everything down she guided him out of the room and back into the club where everything continued as if nothing had happened.

He turned to look at her and there was nothing but empathy, understanding and a lovely smile. Her tight t-shirt looked even perkier but his desire had disappeared. Robbie was caught in not knowing what to say or do... it had been quite surreal but a dry nappy was certainly better than the soaked one he’d been contending with. However, that smile was also something that couldn’t be ignored so he used the only German word he knew.

“Danke” he whispered bashfully and almost imperceptibly.

She patted his freshly padded bottom and added “Du siehst so süß aus” as he saw Darren standing with his mum and dad on the edge of the dancefloor. He hoped they didn’t know what had just happened.

He wandered over to them and finding his voice and by way of explanation said, “Hi, erm, just been to the loo”.

“No trouble Robbie, thanks for keeping an eye on him for us.” Mrs Carpenter nodded to an exhausted looking Darren who, despite many reservations, hadn’t stopped dancing since they’d arrived. The music was not as loud as it had been and it looked like the whole thing was winding down as parents seemed to be coming to collect their offspring. “We’re off to get some ice cream now... I think your parents aren’t back yet... so you can come with us... as a thank you.”

What was actually happening back up on the top floor was they were enjoying a few hours of grown up time and didn’t want Robbie back for another hour. Amanda and John put their arms around both boys and guided them out of the cool foyer and onto the warm street in search of a gelaterias they’d heard about that did over fifty flavours. They looked at the clock it was just after 4pm and the Carpenters had promised the Davisons they wouldn’t return their son until six.

Reluctantly Robbie had to spend even more time with Darren who thought this the best day of his life and certainly the best day ever of his holiday - he was having just the best of times.

Meanwhile, Robbie was reflecting on what Anna had just done and his reaction to it. He didn’t know why he hadn’t objected. He didn’t know why she just took him to one side and changed him. He knew he needed it; his nappy was soaked but couldn’t make head nor tail of the sequence of events and his complete inaction to it. He was almost thirteen for heaven sake and had been in a gang, yet when it came down to the stunning Anna, and his guilty nappy, he did nothing - he’d simply frozen.

Now she knew, so there was no way to change that fact. Would she tell Karl about having to change his little nappy-wearing English friend? He was sure that her job was to just keep an eye on the little kids, and perhaps change their nappies if needed, so why had she noticed him? He wished he could speak German and then he’d know what she’d said to him. He also wished he’d refused BUT had his parents brainwashed him to such an extent that getting his nappy changed was more important than anything else? He just wasn’t sure. It was a difficult thing to rationalise but it had happened and there was nothing he could do to make it unhappen.

Still, he’d been in the very capable hands of the lovely Anna, so surely that was something? But to her was he just a wet little kid who needed a nappy change or had she really wanted to get to know him and that was a way to do so? Of course he was fooling himself and trying desperately to find some kind of positive as far as his inaction was concerned.

Robbie furtively ran his hand over his shorts checking the bulk of the new disposable. It felt different from the ones his mother used, possibly a bit thicker but softer and quite comfy. So, now he had a fresh nappy on and no one was any the wiser he considered that a huge ice cream sundae might be a decent reward for the weirdness of his afternoon.

~

When Robbie eventually returned to the top floor room at just a little after six he found mum and dad on the balcony. They both looked pleased with themselves and very relaxed although mum especially had a bit of a glow about her. Robbie put this down to some knew ‘tinted’ Aftersun she’d recently bought. Dad was drinking from a bottle of beer, whilst mum was giggling and sipping a glass of sparkling white wine.

“Did you have a good time sweetie?” Mum asked as she patted her son’s bottom as he took a chair next to her. “There’s juice and stuff in the fridge if you want something.” She waved in the general direction of the small kitchenette area.

“No, I’m fine thanks, had a nice big ice cream with Darren and his parents and then we sat on the beach and watched a few games of volleyball, there was some kind of tournament going on.” He looked to his dad who for some reason was avoiding making eye contact.

“What was the disco like... many there?”

“It was full of kids,” Robbie shrugged dismissively.

“Wasn’t that the idea,” dad wondered.

“Yes, but, they were all little...”

“Did Darren enjoy himself?” Mum enquired.

“He loved it, was up most of the time dancing with some of his little mates.”

“Did you get a go?”

“Erm, s’pose so, a few girls wanted me to join in.”

“Well, that was good... I bet you were...”

“Yer, it was okay,” he wanted to change the subject before he was forced to tell them about Anna. “Did you go far?”

“It’s been a very pleasant afternoon but I’m sure we didn’t have as much fun as you.” Dad smirked, which was missed by Robbie, “But the volleyball tournament sounds interesting.” Dad took another swig from his bottle.

“Are you wet love?” Mum reached over and lifted the leg of Robbie’s shorts then slid a finger between the disposable and plastic pants.

“Muummm,” he wriggled indignantly, “I’m fine... and dry... what have you two been up to... anything nice?”

“Oh we kept ourselves busy,” dad smirked knowingly at his wife, “but I think we’ve found a great place to eat tonight down on the beach front.” They hadn’t but it was a slight distraction from letting Robbie ask too many questions.

“Can I go swimming,” Robbie said hopefully, looking down on the pool from his bird’s-eye view and noticed, despite the shadows creeping across it, that Karl was down there with a bunch of other lads.

“We’ll be getting ready to go out soon. How about leaving it until tomorrow and we’ll spend the day by the pool if you prefer that to the beach.” Mum consoled his disappointment. “Just sit quietly with us and relax for a few moments, this cool breeze is very nice.”

With the sun no longer shining directly onto their balcony the shade was very welcome. A fresh breeze that had just started up was a pleasant relief to the stifling heat of the day so the three of them spread out and unwound and dozed for an hour. Robbie from dancing and the exhausting walk along the seafront, mum and dad from their physical exertions.

~

“C’mon sweetheart, let’s get you ready.” Mum was gently coaxing Robbie awake.

He hadn’t realised he’d dropped off so had no idea what time it was but it was already getting dark on the horizon.

“Dad’s in the bathroom but,” she patted his slightly billowing padding, “I think you need a change so do you need to use your nappy for anything else before I change you?”

“Erm, I don’t think so.” He wriggled feeling confused because his padding did feel quite full.

“Okay then, let’s get you out of that nappy, which must be well soaked by now and into something nice and dry, hmmm?”

He wandered over to the changing mat that was already set out on his bed, with a pile of disposables and a new pair of plastic pants on the floor. Wipes, powder and a large canister of anti-rash cream were also stacked nearby so mum reached out and pulled down his shorts. She stepped back in amazement when she saw what he was wearing.

“Well love, these certainly weren’t what you were wearing when you set off... what happened.” She was rubbing the well-bloated unfamiliar disposable through his clear plastic pants.

When he looked down it was the first time he noticed what Anna had put him in because he’d kept his eyes closed all the way through that change. He could make out the childish animals that were pushing against the plastic cover.

“Well love,” his mother smiled but was surprised, “these are lovely and thick and, well...” she didn’t want to say adorable, “very nice and seem to have done the job admirably but when were you changed?”

The colourful smiling yellow giraffe that occupied the front was in the company of equally happy-looking lions, zebras and gawky ostriches. The entire bloated piece of immature underwear was quite the delight and was obviously of a much higher quality then the brand she usually used. Strangely, she felt a bit envious and wondered where they were bought.

Then came the question he was dreading.

“Who changed you, hmmmmm?”

~

He didn’t want to tell the tale but saw no way of explaining how he came into the possession of such a different piece of padding, so told her the story. Although he missed the bit about him fancying the beautiful young German volunteer.

Once he finished telling her she asked if he’d thanked her for making him dry and comfortable, which he said he had.

“Well then, you point her out to me next time you see her... or I can ask at reception... as I want to thank her as well.”

Seeing a way out of them ever meeting “Erm, she only spoke German to me so...”

“Well, even so, she must be a wonderful person to notice your distress, a full nappy and still take on changing a boy your size... yes... a truly nice and thoughtful individual.”

Robbie reluctantly nodded as he was cleaned up and fitted into a fresh plain blue disposable and had equally pale blue plastic pants pulled up over them. His mum passed him a pink polo shirt and navy blue shorts and said he was ready and they just needed dad to finish and then they’d be off for some dinner. The walk to the restaurant they’d chosen not being that far.

~

Almost as if it had been preordained the first person they saw in the foyer was Anna who waved at Robbie.

“Who’s that?” Mum enquired.

Hesitantly he told her exactly who it was so mum went over to thank her for her thoughtfulness. Meanwhile, while Claire chatted away dad and Robbie stood looking at the noticeboard with up and coming events. Robbie was burning up in embarrassment but dad kept him occupied with small talk and asked him about maybe getting a jet-ski the following day... they were looking at a brochure for that at the time.

“That would be cool dad, I’ve seen a few available at the far end of the beach near the pedalos.” There was excitement in his voice as he hoped dad wouldn’t change his mind. 

After a good ten minutes mum returned smiling and full of enthusiasm for Anna. “Well what a lovely, lovely girl she is, well, young woman really.”

“Can we go eat now please.” Robbie asked desperate to move on from his blushing humiliation.

“Yes, but you know, that girl volunteers to help out whenever she comes here and has done since she was a little girl. The receptionist said they don’t know what they’d do without her. She helps with all the children because that’s what she wants to be... a paediatric nurse... isn’t that wonderful... on holiday but still wants to help?”

“Mum, please.”

“Okay Robbie but I think that’s quite selfless and I thanked her for changing you and she hoped I didn’t mind. Of course I told her that she can change you any time if you need it and she said...”

“I thought she only spoke German” Robbie interrupted.

“Good heavens no... she spoke better English than many of the people on our street back home,” she laughed at her own joke. “No, no she was a delight... told me where to get those lovely disposables that looked so fetching on you.” Giving Robbie a look because she knew he’d be embarrassed at the idea of wearing such an item again. Having said that, Claire thought it might be fun to put him in them occasionally... just for the joy of it.

What she didn’t know was, that, although he would hate to admit it, the animal disposables were thicker and more comfortable to wear, which had been quite a surprise that he even thought about padding in such a way.

“C’mon you two,” mum said slinging her large bag over her shoulder, “let’s go eat I’m starving.”

~

The following day Robbie got to fulfil one of his dreams when dad rented a jet-ski. He was a little disappointed that he wasn’t allowed to drive one on his own because of an age restriction, but as mum definitely didn’t want to sit on the back, Robbie was all too keen. For almost twenty minutes they zoomed around the ocean at top speed, weaving around obstacles and avoiding other sea-going people and inflatables. It was such an adrenalin rush for both father and son. They came off it promising to do it again at some future date and found Claire happily watching, whilst taking it easy on a sun lounger with a huge umbrella keeping the heat of the day at bay.

There was no doubt that much of the sea had been soaked up by Robbie’s disposable hidden (although now quite obvious) under his neoprene shorts and mum wondered about a change if he was going to sunbathe for a while.

“No thanks mum, I’ll want to go back in the sea if I get too hot so I’ll wait and maybe we can do it later.”

“Okay,” his mum was quite surprised but pleased at the way he simply accepted his padding had expanded and didn’t seem bothered. In fact, the rubbery shorts were quite good at containing the expansion and, apart from a slight bit of fabric jutting above the waistband, it didn’t seem too bad. After stuffing it back out of sight she was pleased the way he settled down to just lie out on the towel and toast himself; he was getting a very nice tan without getting burned.

In fact, as Claire contemplated on the way things were going, she’d noticed just how much Robbie had taken to heart their discussions on the first day – he could argue and end up having a terrible holiday or embrace the way things had been decided and have a terrific holiday – he appeared to have settled on the latter. Despite the occasional hic-cup things now didn’t seem to faze him. Even his messy morning nappy changes were performed with the least bit of opposition. Now they’d got into a routine things worked smoothly.

The only fly in the ointment was the continued avalanche of replies and comments on her web page. Somehow, the argument had got out of hand and there was more bitter criticism and outrageous, but unwelcome, support. In many ways she was happy that Thomas and her had not resorted to some of the vicious or unwholesome actions that too many of the respondents had detailed.

~

In her conversation with Anna Claire had discovered that her son was quite happy dancing around with a bunch of ‘other’ eight year olds (she didn’t tell Anna his real age) but when she noticed his windel (nappy) and that it looked full, she waited for an appropriate time to ask if he wanted a change. As he shyly nodded she thought he was a little German boy because she’d seen her brother talking with him a few days earlier so simply spoke German to him.

“Have you changed many twe... erm... boys Robbie’s age... didn’t he seem a little big to you?” Claire wanted as much information as possible.

“I babysit back home and there are plenty of boys and girls of all ages that need to be looked after. I don’t make a judgement, if they wear such an item it’s because they need to wear one and as such it is my job to make sure they are treated nicely and they aren’t left in wet or uncomfortable clothing when there’s no need.”

For a sixteen year old Claire thought Anna was very mature and sensible and was actually quite proud of her even though they’d only just met. As she was surprised to hear, her English was perfect but with an accent, which for some reason, was very reassuring. They chatted some more and she explained that he was not unlike her shy little brother Leo who also still needed to wear protection.

Anna went on to tell her what happened and that, when she held out her hand for him to take he was blushing. She knew that most boys that age are very shy of older girls but he seemed happy to accompany her to the baby changing room and, although self-conscious, made no objection when she pulled down his shorts and began the clean-up.

“Didn’t he protest at all?” Claire had asked incredulously.

“He was a little sweetheart. He closed his eyes and perhaps pretended it wasn’t happening but showed no dissent. In fact, I thought he enjoyed having such heavy damp padding changed.” Her forthrightness and care for the ‘little ones’ was backed by an accepting and nurturing nature. “It couldn’t have been very comfortable walking, or dancing around with that heavy weight hanging between his legs.”

As far as Claire was concerned, the fact that this had happened was really quite amazing. Someone other than Thomas or her had managed to change his nappy without any kick-back or tantrum. He was a twelve, almost thirteen year-old boy and she’d never known him be shy about anything. So, did wearing a nappy make him now see himself as a little lad who knew he needed help by anyone when it came to his flooded padding?

With that revealing conversation still being turned over in her head she looked down on her snoozing, well rubbed in suntan lotion, laid out son, and perhaps she wasn’t the only one who saw him as an innocent little boy. Not only that but he looked contented. If it was possible, he’d grown into his nappy rather than out of it and that pleased her no end. It was as if those people who criticised her were being proved wrong and she knew exactly what she was doing - the evidence was lying next to her in the balmy Portuguese air.

Five minutes later Thomas returned from checking out a kiosk that was offering day trips out to see dolphins, which he thought might be fun... if the weather stayed calm. Claire, now covered with her large straw hat, looked up happily at her husband. As he lay out on the lounger next to her she took hold of his hand and sighed with satisfaction - she was with her perfect family so all was well.

~ tbc ~

[You know what you've done. 1 - 14]

On 5/17/2025 at 8:49 AM, Tasa said:

Somehow what surprises me most about this story is here using factor 30 and not 50 for sun protection.

Also she should have let Robbie just wear his swim trunks on the beach, even if he had an accident its not like he could not have washed away the evidence in the ocean, and it feels kind of cruel to take a kid to the beach and not let him swim.

Anyways thanks for another great chapter.

In effective terms, there is no great difference between Factor30 and 50 (according to what I read on the net) but you're correct, Claire would only want the best for her brood so regard me suitable disciplined. Wonder what Claire will make me wear?

She did debate letting him out of wearing a nappy but the fact that he did mess his trunks and didn't know he had made it certain that he'd be returned to his padding for any future outing.

Glad you're still enjoying the story.☺️

On 5/17/2025 at 12:53 PM, Dirty Boy said:

So Robbie might be bisexual. Those who criticize Claire are right, because in addition to damaging the child psychologically, it is making him incontinent

Robbie is having loads of new feelings that he's not sure what they mean but his nappy is helping (not helping) contain some of those feelings... and that's producing other feelings. 😉

On 5/17/2025 at 7:37 PM, CDfm said:

I truly enjoyed the chapter.  I guess the 80/20 split is close to what people’s feelings are here as well.  It’s probably closer to a 90/10 though.  I am still firm in my belief that they are doing the right thing for Robbie.  With his growing sexuality he could become even more confused, especially if he discovered that he is bisexual.  I think the guidance from his parents will be helpful. I have little doubt they would be very supportive no matter what his sexuality is. 
I will be looking forward to seeing more. 

In truth, Claire had hoped that by wearing a nappy Robbie wouldn't grow up too quickly, after all, the reason he's wearing one in the first place is to show him he's still only a child. However, she can't stop him developing in certain aspects no matter what she does. The thing is, how long will Robbie put up with it? 🤔

On 5/17/2025 at 7:48 PM, Dirty Boy said:

These two, instead of helping him with his sexuality, will make him feel worse. 

The accident was his parents fault, wearing diapers and getting him used to using them are damaging his potty training and his control. The more they keep him in this state the more problems they will have to return to normal

Claire agrees that his accident was her fault by allowing him out of wearing a nappy... she wont make that mistake again.😬

[You know what you've done. 1 - 14]

Part 9

After the morning clean-up Claire put Robbie back into another disposable but not quite as bulky and told him to pull on his neoprene shorts to see how it looked. The soft rubbery material covered the layers of fabric surprisingly well without being that obvious.

Of course Robbie was hoping to do without any extra padding as he was expecting a day in the pool and on the beach. However, because of his accident the day before he didn’t raise any complaints and simply accepted what she was doing for him. Whether it was the positive dream of ‘public acceptance’ or was simply done fighting for any right to use the toilet, he stayed quiet as they toddled down to the breakfast buffet. Rather than return to their room mum had brought her famous bag and looked ready for a day at the beach. Thomas, wearing a fine pair of swim shorts and open shirt, looked like a man ready (and able) to swim across the Atlantic. Robbie didn’t feel his rubber swimwear looked too out of place as they searched for an empty and clean table.

Despite having certain facilities in their room – electric kettle, toaster, fridge and microwave - thanks to their wristbands they had access to the buffet every morning. Having secured a table looking out onto the busy garden area, they ordered coffee for two, whilst Robbie went off to investigate the array of colourful juices arranged by an ice stand. It all looked very refreshing. There was a selection of different cold meats, pastries, buns, fruit and yoghurts. Luckily, a fresh batch of scrambled egg had just been delivered although some bacon and few other cooked bits and pieces were left looking a bit forlorn and not very appetising. So, they loaded up their plates with the egg and went off in search of bread and the toaster.

Thirty minutes later they were full and heading down onto the beach for the first time during the day. The coastline was beautiful with brilliant soft yellow sand and arched rock formations but very busy near the hotel. Just a short walk further along towards town it was less crowded so that’s where they went to set up their place for the day. Thankfully for Claire not all the sunbeds with umbrellas were taken and she and Thomas snagged a couple, whilst they spread out a huge towel for Robbie who’d said he wasn’t bothered about having a lounger as he wanted to explore.

“We’re going to be sensible in the sun... we don’t want to spoil the rest of our hols by getting sunstroke... so, both of you,” mum was brandishing a squeezy bottle of Factor30 lotion in their direction, “let’s get you well-covered with regular top ups”.

She saw how eager Robbie was to get off and check what was going on along the shoreline. Already, games involving bat and ball, footballs, frisbees and the like were being played by groups or couples before it got too hot to play. Kids, already coated as he was being, were wrapped up but building sandcastles or gently experimenting with how cold the sea was by dipping a toe in and running away screaming with joy.

Finally mum had finished rubbing in Factor30 and told him to wear his t-shirt to be on the safe side. His neoprene shorts, with built in protection, felt quite heavy but he was used to that now so despite that was keen to start his exploration.

“Don’t disappear completely and make a note of where we are,” she looked around and saw a lifeguard tower, “we’re in a direct line with that should the crowds get busy so you’ll know where we are.”

“Okay, yes I’d already noticed that” he shrugged wondering if his mum thought he was completely stupid.

“I know, I know,” she smiled, “just making sure and we’ll be here all day and I have provisions” she said tapping her large bag, “so, if you get thirsty or hungry you know where to come.”

“Yes mum,” Robbie just wanted to be off and was getting frustrated at being told the obvious.

“If you need a fresh disposable,” she whispered, “I have one here so...”

“Mum, I know... now can you please...” and he pulled away and started off down the beach.

“And wear your cap.” Was the last thing she was able to shout as he barrelled down to the sea and began his walk free from his parent’s clutches.

As they saw their son disappear into the half-naked throng of beach lovers Claire took the opportunity to float the idea to her hubby of home-schooling him.

~

There were plenty of people in the sea swimming around, enjoying fun on inflatables and in kayaks. There were pedalos and powerful water-skis, which Robbie was desperate to try and hoped to convince his dad to let him have a go. The entire ocean seemed full of action, noise and fun. He was desperate to take his t-shirt off but knew that its length actually covered a good half of his trunks and hiding quite a bit of his extra padding, so thought better of it.

For Robbie this was a moment of freedom and, if he wanted these moments to continue, he’d have to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid to jeopardise doing this regularly throughout the holiday. Despite the disposable under his trunks he assumed no one else would be any the wiser. He confidently kicked a wayward ball back to a group of older boys who were taking up a great area of roped off beach as they engaged in a raucous game of five-a-side. They were hooting and hollering, laughing and some of those watching drinking (even at that early hour) but he thought it best not to ask if he could join in.

As he sauntered along he was enjoying the gentle waves breaking against his bare feet, whilst taking in the scenery – it was all quite exhilarating and liberating.  There was plenty to take in, kids building sandcastles, some more advanced than others. Some scooping out tunnels for the tide to rush into. People looking brown as coffee or red as traffic lights (they should just stop sunning themselves). Whilst other were just casually laying out in the sun enjoying the Portuguese climate.

He didn’t know how long he’d been walking; it only seemed a short while but when he looked back realised just how far away from the hotel he was. At the same time he recognised he needed to pee but couldn’t decide whether to try and find a public toilet or simply fill his disposable as usual. Of course, under normal circumstances, he’d just go for a swim and let nature and the ocean deal with it. However, he knew that if he went in the water his nappy would expand and probably be seen as it bloated out his trunks. Whilst he was looking around for a possible alternative he foolishly stood on a broken shell and that brought about its own decision as the painful shock made for an unexpected spurt into his nappy. He hopped about in agony but was quite unable to stop the flow as the thirsty padding soaked up the couple of ex-fruit juices he’d had at breakfast.

He flopped down in pain at the water’s edge to check his foot and saw the embedded shell but it hadn’t broken the skin though had left a very red mark. He hadn’t realised it but he’d also let out a scream when he’d stood on it which he only realised when a young guy, perhaps in his late teens, wearing red shorts and a yellow t-shirt with LIFE GUARD written on it was standing at his side asking if he was okay.

As Robbie could see the concern on the guy’s face he tried to say that he’d just stood on a shell but that otherwise he was okay.

“Ahh English?” The young man said in perfect, if slightly accented, English. He checked the wound and smiled. “Yes, I think you’ll be fine... I thought you might have accidentally stood on a jellyfish.” He confided to who he thought was a little kid. “We sometimes get a few floating in over the nets.” He pointed out to a series of buoys that surrounded a ‘safe swim’ area. “Not often but it does happen anyway, you look... erm...” He noticed that the young lad he was attending wore padding under his trunks which was noticeably bunching out of the waistband at the back and wondered if he was lost or too far away from his parents. Although he didn’t look confused or lost, because of this padding he thought the boy might have some kind of special needs. “Do you know where you’re staying,” he was quite concerned but tried not to alarm the poor lad who looked like he might need a nappy change as he looked around to see if there were any anxious parents searching for a lost son.

“We’re at the Atlantico,” Robbie replied innocently not catching on to the lifeguards concern but realising that the warmth around his genitals meant that his bladder was now empty and needed to return to where his parents were.

“Ooh you’ve walked quite a way haven’t you... are you okay... to get back... with your sore foot?” He held out his hand to help the youngster to his feet, which Robbie gratefully took.

He took a couple of exploratory steps, “Mmmm should be okay, it’s not that far.” Once he stood up his t-shirt fell back around his hips and hid most of his bloated trunks. However, the lifeguard didn’t know what to do for the best – not sure he should let a possible boy with difficulties negotiate his own way back or take him there himself. The beach was very busy and it would mean there would be only one other lifeguard on duty if he did but his conscience wouldn’t let him abandon this young boy.

“Look, why don’t I take you back.” And pointed to the Lifeguard station where a quadbike stood awaiting use. “Let me speak to my colleague and then we should be set.” Robbie waddled from both a sore foot and the expanded disposable but was grateful for the offer as he had no idea how long he’d been walking. His mum expected him back for a refresh of Factor30 after a couple of hours but was sure he hadn’t been away that long.

After a brief conversation, and a surprised and weary look from the other, slightly older lifeguard, the younger one got on the quadbike and indicated for Robbie to get on behind him and hold on tight. It was quite the experience as the driver weaved his way between all the beach lovers. He was certainly going faster than Robbie could have walked it but there was no real speed to the journey. However, there was space down at the water’s edge that was less busy and the quadbike splashed through the sea as they got up a little speed.

Robbie was loving every minute of the journey, arms wrapped around the waist of his rescuer hugging him tightly out of shear excitement. He could feel his expanded nappy rubbing up against the seat of the lifeguard’s shorts with the vibrations from the engine and it felt wonderful. All too soon Robbie realised they were almost at the position he’d left his mum and dad and saw his mum on her feet looking anxiously about. When she noticed the quadbike and her boy on the back she waved frantically so they knew where they were.

The bike stopped and Robbie got off and sauntered up to his mum and dad who looked both angry and relieved.

“Where have you been... I told you to be back in two hours... it’s been...” Robbie had his ear full as Claire, relieved he was okay but angry he’d been away for over three and half hours, gradually calmed down. In the meantime, Thomas was speaking to the lifeguard who explained about Robbie’s possible cut foot and his worry about a young boy wearing a full nappy out on his own.

Strangely, Thomas felt guilty as it appeared to the lifeguard that they weren’t taking care of their young son who had wandered off. It felt weird that Thomas was trying to defend himself but was also trying to tell the man that he was twelve, and quite capable but also dealing with the fact that they made him wear a nappy. He ended up telling the lifeguard they’d be more careful in future and thanked him for his concern and the return of their boy. Satisfied, the lifeguard gunned up the quadbike and, with a wave to Robbie, set off back to his part of the beach.

Robbie missed the wave because his mum was berating him but when he heard the quadbike moving and saw the back of the lifeguard and empty seat where only recently he’d sat huddled up, he felt a loss and wasn’t sure why.

~

With Robbie suitably chastened by mum and he’d sighed in submission she suggested he was changed.

“Please mum not in public,” he begged.

“No of course not love, follow me.” She grabbed her bag and his hand and headed back up towards the seafront esplanade. He didn’t even think about not holding her hand, as things were it seemed like a natural thing to do.

“Are we going back to the hotel?” Robbie asked hopefully.

“No that’s just a bit too far and for now we want to stay on the beach but I’m reliably informed this restaurant has excellent toilet facilities so, we’re going to use theirs.”

She didn’t say who informed her or how she knew but the place was very busy so it was easy to pretend to be just a customer using the facilities as normal. They had to wait for the large, handicapped toilet to come free but once it was she pushed Robbie in and began to immediately take down his neoprene trunks. The toilet was relatively clean and had facilities for the handicapped and baby-change, though Claire didn’t need that she’d do it all with Robbie standing.

Meanwhile, back at the sun loungers, dad was just coming to terms with being reprimanded by a teenager and accused of neglect of a minor - the lifeguard had thought Robbie was much younger. It had been some time since Thomas had been lectured in such a way and chuckled to himself at such an appalling but understandable thing happening. Especially if the other person thought his son was of ‘special needs’, which was what the lifeguard inferred.

Back in the disabled toilet a very brief discussion took place.

“The ride back on the quadbike was pretty cool,” Robbie didn’t mention how he had loved hugging the lifeguard tightly all the way back. He felt safe.

“Did he think you were lost?” Mum gently enquired.

“No, I stood on a broken shell, it was quite painful and he checked that I was okay... but thought I’d wandered quite some way from the hotel.”

“Well that was very nice of him to bring you back and I’ll check your foot in a minute.”

As she revealed the expanded disposable Robbie added. “I could have just gone in the sea if I didn’t have this on,” he said tugging at the sopping padding.

“Well sweetheart,” her initial anxiety now diminished, “after yesterday’s little mishap we want you to be safe, and, to make sure you are, you’ll always be wearing a nappy when you’re out and about.”

Claire had her son’s trunks down and peeling him out of the wet disposable noticed that there was more than just pee as he seemed to have got over-excited about something. Anyway, she wasn’t going to say anything, he was after all a growing boy so who knew what had got him ‘excited’? However, she was very quick and had him wrapped into a fresh nappy, complete with cream and powder, in seconds.

Once again she marvelled at just how wonderful he looked once the disposable was taped on tightly. At the same moment she saw a resigned frown at being told he’d be wearing a nappy at all times so took the opportunity, like she used to do when he was a toddler, of kissing his foot better. That simple trick had the desired effect as it had them both giggling because it was so childish but also tickled. With his swimming trunks pulled up to hide the new padding and the feeling of fresh rather than soaked padding in place, they returned to the loungers for a spot of sunbathing. Though not before mum produced a few ham sandwiches and bottles of juice from her bag. How she did it or when she’d had time was a mystery but as always, mum being mum, she was well prepared.

When the disposable was fresh and hadn’t expanded it wasn’t very noticeable, although Robbie’s crotch and bottom sported a very smooth and rounded appearance but thought no more about it as he sprawled on a towel spread out on the sand next to mum’s lounger. Claire rubbed an extra layer of Factor30 into his skin, which seemed to relax him even more so it felt quite pleasant soaking up the early afternoon heat.

The family spent the next couple of hours out in the sun but mum was keeping an eye on the time and thought they’d had enough for one day. They retired to their hotel balcony where they could pull the sun awning down for shade and chill with a cool drink. What was even nicer, because they were higher up, there was a slight breeze and although Robbie would have preferred to be in the pool, accepted that, for the time being at least, he needed to keep mum happy and do as advised. Dad and Robbie played a game of cards whilst mum updated her tablet with the photos she wanted to keep and the latest on her son’s ongoing ‘therapy’.

 ~

The day before the holiday began Claire had published on one of the busy online family help groups a brief synopsis of what was going on with Robbie. She asked readers to offer up opinions and any other information they thought might be of use. She was quite candid about everything but mentioned his -antisocial behaviour thanks to a new group of ‘friends’, leading to his worsening attitude at home - and just what a nice, pleasant and thoughtful boy he used to be. She explained her decision to return him to wearing a nappy as a reminder he was still only a child and that they were in charge. This was the first opportunity she’d had to read what others thought. She was overwhelmed by this initial response.

At first she thought she may have made a huge mistake. The first four comments all criticised her for psychologically damaging her son - the nappies being a terrible resource with which to use against him and several other attacks on her ‘so called’ parenting skills. However, these comments themselves then came under attack from those who thought a parent should do whatever was deemed necessary to keep their offspring on “a legal and fruitful road to social interaction”. In the end she reckoned that there was a 20/80 split in her favour in contributor’s opinions. What was consoling was that some of those who did comment had professed that they only wished they had taken such a brave stand to keep their kids manageable and wished her luck in her obvious loving endeavours.

Of course she had been hoping for 100% support of her and Thomas’s actions but had been greatly encouraged by Robbie himself. Without the negative influence of his school buddies and the determination to get him to wear his nappies constantly, all she saw was improvement. Robbie may not have liked it but it appeared to be working. He may have argued in the early stages but now accepted it was going to happen and had no say in that decision.

Although, in such a relative short space of time, she was keen to trumpet the positives of Robbie’s much better conduct, she was less keen to explain how her own psychological approach had changed. This was partly down to the fact that she just wasn’t sure herself which part was more important – him wearing a nappy or getting him back into the family fold. At times, these intentions crossed nicely and both could be achieved but not always. There were undoubted doubts in her head, which were, now others had started to make judgements, proving tricky to rationalise.

One parent wrote how much she admired the lengths Claire and her husband were going to in order to protect their son from outside evils and wished them well. However, her insistence that firm and regular spanking, coupled with the wearing of nappies would, she enthused, “Get the point over quicker and more effectively”. Spanking had never been in their equation of punishments even if Robbie was sure that it was.

Another correspondent was impassioned in her belief that all boys should have regular beatings and kept in nappies until they were eighteen or left home. It was the way she’d brought up her three boys and they were perfect husbands who knew their place. It seemed putting an idea out online had created a rallying point for people with extreme views as well as those with a more considered approach.

Claire and Thomas hadn’t thought about such extremes but had wondered what they would have done had they not been able to convince Robbie he had to wear a nappy. The fact that he succumbed to their initial demand was welcome but, over time, she’d begun to wonder if it was just too easy. Did Robbie, despite all the denials and arguments, actually like the situation he was now in. Did he feel he deserved such punishment AND if he did, what had he done to make him feel that accountable?

Of course, in that initial stage they had put an awful lot of pressure on him to comply with their demands but left exactly what would be any retribution for him to decide. He’d confessed to a few things but they kept pushing and pushing to know more and he just couldn’t own up to anything horrendous, even though, from his own guilty reaction and rumours flying around the neighbourhood about the gang, there were a number. 

Over the few weeks he’d been in nappies Claire had observed some kind of inner turmoil. On a few occasions she’d seen him almost crying and wondered why – a nappy was hardly something to cry about – she decided that there must be something a lot deeper going on... but what?

She wondered if the article might have been premature, or maybe even a mistake, but there were plenty of remarks asking for further developments and hoping for the desired outcome to be positive so something others could learn from. So far she hadn’t shared any of the many photos she’d taken to catalogue Robbie’s ‘journey’ but deliberated whether this would be a good or bad thing.

However, comments, the comments on comments and then comments on comments on comments, continued as the summary of her family’s current status seemed to have harvested a great deal of interest. Was she doing the right thing for all concerned? Did she think that she had the answer to sorting out any wayward troubled youngster...?

Some of the opinions, reservations, disapproval and completely weird suggestions of those commenting really did make her question her own motives. “You’re crippling the boy psychologically” out of all the replies it was that reference that stuck in her mind. Despite the many more positive remarks she couldn’t shake that one from her mind. Was making Robbie wear a nappy; to teach him he was still only a boy... a bit bizarre.

Had this become a vanity project?

On the other hand, that uncertainty only lasted until his next change when she saw just how sweet and compliant Robbie had become. There was no doubt in her mind that with his small, slim figure, a nappy and plastic pants gave him a completely different naïve quality and that was what she really wanted... wasn’t it?

~

It wouldn’t be long before Robbie became a fully-fledged teenager. His thirteenth birthday was fast approaching and Claire wondered if his attitude, although enduring everything at the moment, might change if he saw himself as more grown up. As it stood he was accepting of his more juvenile status (though perhaps not quite aware that’s what it was) and appeared not to be overly concerned with not only having to wear nappies but also shorts that emphasised his size and stature.

From the beginning of all this, his forced protection had never looked out of place on his boyish body. Even now, as he stood on the balcony overlooking the pool and chatting excitedly to dad, the fact he was only wearing a nappy and plastic pants, didn’t seem to worry him. Meanwhile, his mum thought he’d never looked better... all glossy and animated like a little padded Super Hero.

It was easy to think of him as being a lot younger, helped of course by his new clothing. The thing was, once Thomas had got Robbie to wear a nappy, and whether Robbie thought it or not, his defiance rapidly disappeared. Of course he argued but it became less intense very quickly. Almost instantly he became a little less cocksure, a little more attentive and quite a lot less obnoxious to not only his parents but to neighbours, friends and family. It had been amazing how many people noticed and commented on their son’s surprising change (for the better). What they didn’t know was that it was all driven by the fact he was wearing a nappy – that had focused his mind and made him think about his insolence. Well, that was Claire’s interpretation of events. However, at the time, she didn’t know about the big guilty secret that Robbie carried. So, like when he was made to take a dump in his padding, it was a weight he’d rather not have to carry but there was no alternative.

“You’re crippling the boy psychologically” she couldn’t shake that statement. As she pondered on it a whole array of memories came flooding back from when he was a baby. The fact that he wasn’t an easy birth and the doctors had said she was unlikely to conceive again. She regarded Robbie as a precious gift to be cherished.

She’d adored everything about being a mother; the nappies, the feeds, the sweet purity of a little baby that relied on you for everything. Those first steps, the sweet little clothes, the potty training that took a while but when he succeeded, the lovely cute little underpants he chose to wear as he ran around the house. She remembered nothing but tenderness and happiness until so recently when he seemed to just turn. To begin with it was just a look of ‘daring’ she saw in his eyes but, as time went on, she could see the worry, anger and fear, although it was never spoken of, his few ‘unacknowledged’ damp nights and soggy undies, all added to her apprehension.

Claire was emotionally filling up as all these memories came flooding into her head, so how could anyone accuse her of crippling her boy psychologically she had done nothing but love him and wanted him to love her and his father like he used to do... was that so awful?

She knew those who condemned her were wrong but it hurt that they thought she was cruel and didn’t understand her boy’s development. She did understand it but thought an alternative course was wrong and destructive. She didn’t want to let him slide into being antisocial or even criminal. In her opinion doing nothing would have shown a lack of care and totally the wrong thing to do.

Still, that criticism stung.

~ tbc ~

[You know what you've done. 1 - 14]

On 5/12/2025 at 12:27 AM, Dirty Boy said:

 In this world you are either predator or prey, you have to tear apart otherwise. you want to be torn apart. I would have liked my parents to have made me develop a strong character, instead they have always taken care of me and consequently now my life sucks because of this, i don't have a family. I have never had a relationship and i don't have a job that i like. The only reason why i don't throw myself from a tall building is because i don't have the courage to do it. In this world it is bad people with character who are successful

I don't agree that you're either one or the other... I'm neither predator or prey and I don't think Robbie is either. He's a boy who has changed because of the people he mixed with who has a mother who dislikes these changes. Nothing predator or prey about that... she simply wants her nice boy back and has gone about that in her own special way.

On 5/12/2025 at 1:01 AM, spark said:

Remember, these are diaper stories, written by people who have a predilection to wear diapers.  A conflict with these characters is that they are pretending to be something that they aren't.

His mom senses that Robbie is hiding something, I can sense there is conflict in Robbie.  Based on how his mom treats him, I don't think the long-term effects would be as devastating as what happened in All My Mother's Rules.  In wasn't just the baby treatment that wounded Sarah, it was the harshness and callousness that her mom treated her with.

In this story, I think the mom was very close to losing her son to delinquent behavior, and Robbie lost his mother in a similar way.  Mom has been angry at Robbie for a couple of years, and he hasn't felt loved and supported by his mom since his behavior was so bad.

No, I think the problem is, mum has never stopped loving her son and it was Robbie who pulled away and developed an attitude. Mum has put up with it for long enough and found an opportunity to start to do something about it - nappies - just so he knows he's still a little kid but is loved. The thing is, does Robbie, with the burden he is carrying, opt to be a 'good boy' like mum wants, or will he turn up the attitude so that mum fails in her quest?

Robbie and mum are in for quite a holiday... just as well Portugal is a such a nice place to have this battle.

Hugs and thanks to you all

☺️

[You know what you've done. 1 - 14]

Part 8

After finishing a bottle of surprisingly good, cheap, chilled Vinho Verde on the balcony, chatting and giggling at the silliness’s that only two people who know each other well can understand, Claire and Thomas eventually made their way back to the bedroom and were enjoying a more intimate, but grown up, pastime. The sound of sobbing greeted them after their second round of lovemaking.

At first Thomas wasn’t too sure what the noise was or where it was coming from but, ever alert Claire picked up on a sound she’d recognised before. Robbie was having a dream, possibly a bad dream, so, extricated herself from her naked hubby, pulled on a large t-shirt and quickly made her way to the darkened room where the sound was more intense.

She knelt down beside the pull-out bed and saw that a sweating Robbie was mewling like a wounded animal caught in a trap. She quietened him by gently stroking his hair so he knew that he was in friendly hands and might slowly emerge from whatever terrible dream had taken hold.

There had been odd occasions over the recent past, and before he was put back into nappies, when she’d heard this sound before. She’d always comforted him but once awake he’d shove her away in annoyance and tell her he was too old to be babied. She wondered if that would happen this time but, as he slowly gained some semblance of consciousness, he threw his arms around her and hugged her “Muuummm” he uttered with relief.

“Oh sweetheart, you seemed to be having a bad dream... are you okay?”

His dad turned on the light and saw just how distressed his son was. Tears had streamed down his face and he looked red-eyed and terrified. He checked his watch, it was 2:35am, and wondered what could have upset him so much.

“I’ll get you some water,” dad went and grabbed a bottle from the fridge then passed it to him. Shaking he took it and gratefully took a deep and long swig; partly to get his thoughts in order and prepare himself for the inevitable question.

“Do you want to tell us about it sweetie?” his mum whispered.

He was trying to think quickly because these days any answer was better than no answer but knowing he couldn’t tell her exactly what his nightmare was about he settled for something trivial-ish but believable.

“I was swimming in the ocean and got dragged out far from land and I was going under the waves... and there was no one around... and I was scared... and, well, erm, I was just sinking and water was...” he gulped breathlessly as he tried to make it plausible.

He looked a little panicked again so she shushed him and hugged him reassuringly.

“There, there sweetheart you’re back on dry land now,” she hoped to lighten his fearful tale a little, “so mum and dad are here to protect you now... okay? So there’s nothing to be scared of we’re just in the other room.” She had a thought “Do you want to come and sleep with us for the rest of the night, hmm?”

Robbie was relieved his story held water; he smiled at this thought because there was no way could he tell them the real reason. On several occasions since it had happened on that fateful and scary day, when he and the gang had, well, it was mainly him, had...

God, he hated thinking about it but when asleep the horror seemed so much more intense and often made him cry out. He knew this had happened and his mother had witnessed his distress but it had happened many other times which she didn’t know about.

He hoped no one ever got to know.

“No mum, dad, thanks for the offer but I’ll be alright, I know where you are if I need you but I think I should try getting back to sleep.”

“If you’re sure baby... we don’t mind?”

“No, you two get back, I’ll be fine now... thanks,” he said in acknowledgment, holding up the almost empty bottle of water to his dad.

Wearing a pair of hastily pulled on boxer shorts though nothing else dad nodded, “Okay son, sleep tight”. He looked a bit sweaty so perhaps it was as hot in their bedroom as it was here.

Once Claire was sure Robbie was settled they returned to their room but not before she changed the temperature on the air conditioner to make the rooms a little cooler and drew back the heavy curtain and let in a bit of the ambient lighting the pool reflected up into every hotel room.

Robbie settled down and although his flimsy sheet was damp he simply lay on his back and thought about what had happened. The nightmare, THAT NIGHTMARE, had really shaken him. There had been no lead up to it as he hadn’t really thought about it since arriving at the hotel, but like in all things, his mum, and to a certain extent dad, had swept in and comforted his distress. There was no doubt about it - his parent’s concern and affection was total and felt guilty about the things he’d put them through - especially the last few months and what led to having such a sweltering (and pee) inducing dream.

He shoved his hand down into his nappy and was glad mum hadn’t checked because he was soaked. He remembered that the same thing happened when he did the deed, at the time he only hoped that none of the gang looking on noticed, or if they did then they had wet themselves too. With a deep sigh he turned on his side hoping to find a more peaceful place in his mind.

His hand smoothed the slippery surface of his plastic pants. Immediately soothing, thankfully, with this ease in his anxiety, it soon led into a peaceful and unperturbed slumber.

~

As Robbie drifted off his mum and dad were whispering to each other about what had just occurred.

“Poor guy,” dad sounded truly sorry for him “I hope being near the sea doesn’t make him have nightmares every night.”

Claire was more ‘on the ball’ “Oh love, that was just an excuse. He’s hiding something from us.”

“Well, yes I’m sure he is but... how can you tell?” He looked at his wife in the darkness but couldn’t detect her slightly furrowed brow.

“I’ve heard that cry of pain before and know him well enough to distinguish when he’s lying... that’s the main reason we put him back into nappies.” Thomas shrugged but had to agree that Robbie’s irresponsible behaviour had been one of the motives why Claire had suggested such punishment. “It’s something big but he’s scared of telling us, which only makes me more determined to keep him in nappies until he does. Whatever it is, we need to understand it so we know how to deal with it.”

“But he’s had many chances to tell us... anything he wants...”

“Yes... but love, this is something very deep and I’m not sure he actually knows HOW to tell us.”

“Good grief Claire, you think it’s something that bad?” He sounded a bit alarmed.

“Yes, but it’s up to him to come clean, or he gets to stay in nappies until he leaves home.” She sounded very determined.

“Hmmm, we’ll have to wait and see I’m sure he doesn’t want to spend any more time wearing...” Thomas wasn’t sure if his wife had some kind of psychic ability that he lacked.

“No love, I’m sure he doesn’t,” she interrupted, “but he will until we know everything.” There was a moment’s silence and as the lovemaking opportunity had passed they both turned over and tried to get some sleep.

Meanwhile, in the other room, in pleasantly cool surroundings, their son had already slipped into the untroubled sleep of the innocent.

~

Robbie was first to rise. It was just after 7am and although his nighttime padding was heavy and messy, as usual, the thick plastic pants firmly held it all together. Knowing that he wouldn’t be changed until either mum or dad were up and about, he slowly waddled out onto the balcony and was rewarded by watching the sun rise. A few high clouds had caught some colour, which created quite an impressive start to the day. As the morning was fresh but still pleasantly warm he slipped off his pink t-shirt and let those beginning rays warm his chest. He didn’t mind just standing there in a full and bulbous nappy as no one else could see him. He looked down to the pool and watched as one of the staff, dressed in the official hotel uniform of blue polo shirt (with Atlantico logo) and white knee length shorts cleaned and checked all was well for when it officially opened in an hours’ time.

He was surprised to see that over on the beach there were already people and a group of ladies were doing exercises - possibly yoga Robbie thought. He was used to tiptoeing around in his nappy and ran his hands over the hefty weight, the plastic was stretched considerably but still functioning well. He waddled over to the fridge and got himself one of the many juices mum had appropriated the day before to stock up. It was cool and refreshing so went back out onto the balcony to watch as the area got busier and sat waiting for either mum or dad to appear.

The occasional sound of voices, in different languages, drifted up, as did the hum of the pool-boy’s machine that was helping filter out any debris that had found its way onto the pool’s tiled base. After about half an hour, and with the empty bottle of orange juice on the table in front of him, Robbie felt the need to empty his bladder once again. He wasn’t sure if his padding would be able to take another dousing but, as he had little option, and it didn’t look like his parents were coming, he let out a stream much to his relief. He shrugged as the warmth of his pee joined those initial morning rays adding to the early heat of the day. Just when he’d finished filling his nappy, and worrying if it could cope, mum appeared on the balcony and gave him a ‘good morning’ hug.

He didn’t have to say anything as she patted the slippery bulk but told him he’d have to wait a while as dad was taking a shower first.

“Okay,” he nodded and then found something else to talk about. “It was a lovely sunrise...” and they chatted about that and all the other early risers he’d watched.

Mum wanted to talk about his nightmare but that was the last thing Robbie wanted and stuck to his ‘scared at sea’ scenario. Claire made all the correct sympathetic noises and stroked her son’s matted hair “Well let’s hope that’s out of your system now and you’ll feel happier about paddling when the time comes,” she joked.

“Are we planning on the beach this morning then?”

“I’m not sure,” mum replied, “I think dad plans on hiring a car so we can see some sights and also,” she rubbed his red shoulders, “we need to be a bit careful about too much sun too soon, we forget just how strong it gets here.”

Robbie was disappointed as he hoped he’d meet up with Karl and his other friends but decided on not saying anything and just enjoy what they’d planned, after all, they were going to be there for two weeks and the holiday was only a day old.

~

Once the bathroom was free Claire followed Robbie in and attended to his clean up. The disposable was quite full so she emptied as much as she could down the toilet before wrapping it up and throwing it in the bin where it landed with a muted thud! She didn’t like leaving a smelly nappy for the poor maid service to have to deal with so decided that the disposable would, like his fabric nappies, have a nappy liner for easier discarding and a less odious reminder. She thought about releasing him from having to use his nappy for Number 2s for the remainder of the holiday but made the decision that his nappy was there for a reason and to change things would be a mistake – look what happened in his swimming trunks.

Whilst all that was going on in the bathroom Thomas had nipped down to reception to book a car rental for the day. He got maps and various suggestions as to where might be best to visit and was also told about the Toll roads. However, from their coastal position going inland was quite picturesque with lakes and rivers, and if they wanted, could drive to the capital, which he was assured was well worth a look around.

When he arrived back clutching all the info, Claire had Robbie all oiled and powdered and wearing a well-packed disposable, which, according to her, should last for quite some time. The clear plastic pants really looked like glass whilst he was bent over slipping into the blue shorts he wore the day before. A nice large white t-shirt and baseball cap completed his outfit and although the nappy made him waddle slightly he didn’t think it looked too bad at all.

Later, once mum had got herself all dolled up (and had her large, well-prepared bag in hand) they made it down to the breakfast buffet and filled up. Once that was done, dad collected the car from reception, signed a few papers and they set off into the countryside in a rather nice Toyota with mum acting as navigator, which of course, she was very good at.

~

Despite his reservations, because Robbie really wanted to be in the pool with his new buddies, the trip was not as boring as he thought it would be. They got to see some very pretty little villages, charming churches and some spectacular sights (mum went mad photographing the family in various picturesque settings). A cloudless sky made them glad that they kept themselves covered and out of the direct sun.

After a few hours mum noticed that Robbie’s little waddle had become more evident as he negotiated a well-expanded and uncomfortable disposable. He’d tried to avoid it, worrying that others might see but Claire was having none of it, she wasn’t going to let him stew in that state in such weather.

“C’mon love, looks like that can’t wait.” She smiled pointing to his enlarged nappy area.

“Are you sure we won’t be seen?” He whispered nervously.

“Don’t worry love, we’re off the beaten track... it’s quite private.”

“If you’re sure.”

“Okay sweetheart... let’s get these off... and then you’ll feel better,” she smiled cheekily at him. “The first time out in the open... well on foreign soil at least.” She chuckled at the thought.

Little did he know that a group of three boys, aged six, ten and fourteen, witnessed the entire process. Like the Davison family, the Kowalczyk family had taken the opportunity to visit the church in the small village that overlooked the nearby lake. It was an area where tourists, hikers and locals used to explore the lush green landscape, with many tracks and hidden places, whilst the trees offered shady spots and picnic areas out of the heat of the day.

Henryk, the eldest, Tomasz, who was ten and the youngest, six-years-old Lukasz had got bored with their parents and decided to explore the area on their own. They’d noticed a wild fox and followed it which brought them to a little bushy area off the usual trails. They heard a person speaking English and Henryk thought it sounded a bit kochanie (a bit loving) and hoped to catch two lovers perhaps in the act of sex. He wasn’t bothered that his young brothers were with him as this could be fun (and educational). They quietly crept up to see what was going on but couldn’t believe their eyes when they saw a boy, about Tomasz’s age, with a lady changing his pieluszka.

The boy was naked below the waist with shorts and something shiny around his ankles. It was a strange spectacle in such idyllic surroundings as they lay hidden yet enthralled with what was going on.

Because they were well concealed Claire hadn’t noticed them as she was focused on her wet boy - although they had a clear view. She had her large carry-everything-you’ll-ever-need bag by her side and had already begun to gently wipe Robbie clean. Then, like she’d done on so many occasions, lifted his legs up and pressed them back so she had access to those special areas making sure his hairless genitals, bum and relatively pale skin were particularly unsullied.

So, having found a sheltered and shady out-of-the-way spot in the Portuguese countryside she was able to whip off his soaked disposable, wipe clean, re-powder (whilst also applying suntan lotion to those parts on view) and fit a fresh thick blue disposable, which he had to admit, although anxiety inducing to begin with, felt quite liberating to be performed out in the warm country air. Also, a fresh nappy was always better than one that was sodden so he was really quite grateful for his mother’s insistence.

Although uneasy to begin with, the relief of having his soaked nappy removed, the cooling wipes on such a hot day and the flutter of talc as it settled on his skin were all quite enjoyable sensations. Those, together with his mum’s encouraging words (as always), made him lose his inhibitions, for a few moments anyway.

The boys watched, delighting in this embarrassing spectacle, as a lad his age had powder rubbed in whilst his mother uttered soothing words to ease his anxiety (which appeared to work as he looked happy and enjoying the process). They almost gave themselves away when they giggled to each other as she flapped out a piece of material that was clearly meant for a lad who wet himself. A couple of extra soaker pads were added to the fabric as they watched and the lady securely taped it all together making for quite a bulky and undeniably babyish piece of underwear.

She got him to stand up and the boys fell into hysterics at the large and wholesome bulge the boy now had around his privates. They continued to spy as the woman then tugged up his clingy and shiny plastic pants from around his ankles, smoothing them out, whilst checking he was well contained before pulling up a pair of blue shorts. The boy seemed happy with the result and thanked his mum with a hug.

Claire heard some distant noise but thought little of it because now her son was covered and well protected... the job done... it wouldn’t matter who passed by.

~

It was only when they returned to the car park and Robbie was pointed at by Lukasz (who’d been out of pieluszki himself for nearly eighteen months) and the shout of “Ten chłopiec nosi pieluchę...” followed by snickers from three boys, that Claire realised what might have happened. She noticed that the car had Polish registration so could only guess what was being said. Still, it was done, Robbie was now ‘fresh-as-a-daisy’ and the chances were they wouldn’t see any of those kids ever again.

However, Robbie thought they were having a go and looked apprehensive. “Mum, what did they say?”

“Hmm, not sure but it sounded like, erm, they spotted us in the church,” she hoped this white lie would allay his worries. “Perhaps they were having a game of I-spy or some such thing?”

This was only the start of the holiday and already it had a real impact on Robbie’s emotions. There were moments when he didn’t mind wearing a nappy (though had no choice). There were moments when he was thankful for a change and the painstaking care his parents took to make sure he was clean and comfy. There were times when he felt like a little kid, mostly when mum insisted he hold her hand, and despite the reflex to react badly, oddly he quite liked. Sometimes, in his excitement, he’d pee into his padding, and, as had so recently happened, he’d proved that he now not only needed but relied on a nappy to be safe and secure.

With this in mind, Robbie surreptitiously ran his hands over his shorts and patted down his padding and hoped no one knew. Although it had been quite nice getting changed in the open air, and certainly his nappy had been very wet so needed it, he hoped that mum had been true in her assurances that there had been no witnesses to the event.

Robbie didn’t know it but that al fresco nappy change had provided a huge amount of amusement to three boys from Poland who would spend the next few hours in the back of a car joking about it and wondering what they’d see as they drove to their next scenic view.

~

Robbie didn’t know it at the time but from the moment his dad put him back in nappies he was ‘broken’. He may have had ideas that as an independent twelve-year-old he was in charge of his destiny (or whatever a lad his age thought in terms of) he wasn’t. The instant he was put back into wearing a nappy his life was about to be reassembled.

Of course it was aided by the simple fact that Robbie had a conscience, something the rest of the little gang lacked. So all the terrible things he did with them were a weight he carried around, even if, on a day-to-day basis he was unaware of it. After ‘the event’, that all but tipped him over the edge, he knew he'd have to pay a price. He thought it would probably be in the courts; he had no idea that even without knowing about THAT particular circumstance, his parents had decided that something needed to be done and were already committed to taking the job on.

It’s strange how two independent ideas can accidently, or as if by fate, come together and form something completely different yet meaningful.

They said they knew what he’d done, and that revelation had been a shock, but he wasn’t sure just what they knew so danced around the issue. However, he was bright enough to know that if they actually knew about THAT event then everything would come to an end... but he didn’t know what exactly it was that they did know.

The thing was, THAT act of stupidity was quite a while ago now, and although the guilt was ever present, he was beginning to feel that because of the interval, it was possibly past the point where he would be held to account.

Nevertheless, the nappy was such a big thing, not physically, but mentally and one that he reacted to, it was such a juvenile thing to suggest and stood no chance of him actually agreeing to it. However, it wasn't a suggestion, so once wearing such infantile padding, and as odd as it may seem, things started to improve. Of course he hated the very idea but his parents were determined and so definite it was what needed to be done. They saw he required them to step up so, they would take no excuses, they would tolerate no nonsense, they wanted him to open up and confess all his ‘sins’... but he still couldn’t, not everything... and certainly not THAT.

However, because of his parent’s intervention and assumed knowledge there was much confusion and shame going on in Robbie’s head, not helped by the feeling that if he didn’t comply he’d face the strap, something that was never threatened. He needed a reason to submit and his brain, whether knowing it or not, decided that, and his guilty conscience, were to be the necessary motivators.

Mum had been extremely forceful in exactly how he needed to be rebuilt and that was by starting from scratch, let him know he was still only a child in her eyes and therefore relied on her and dad for everything. She was surprised at how easily it had been to get him into nappies but once he was... that was it. Pissing and shitting in his nappy was ridiculous and yet she’d unswervingly insisted he did so. She was driving the change, the re-build, but always with lashings of love and encouragement. He was finding it hard to deny just how nice it felt to be back being a part of a family and being loved.

Mum and dad know best, he could feel it, perhaps strangely, even from the very start his nappy had become a symbol of his place in the family group. Although he resented its bulk he had no option but to wear one and it was surprisingly always quite comfortable.

As time has gone on, and the strict boundaries his parents imposed, made his life so much less stressful. Even though the very idea of a lad his age wearing a nappy was stressful, it was less so. The fact that he’d just had his soggy nappy changed out in the open was proof of just how accepting he’d become of the situation.

“Thanks mum” had not been something he ever thought he’d say following such an event... and yet he had done and probably more often than he remembered.

~

Thomas drove around for another couple of hours, deciding not to go as far as Lisbon but stopping off at various points for mum to add to her photo collection and to admire the many and varied stunning views. Several of the shots featured glimpses of Robbie’s sleek underwear that he was unaware was often on show. Mum didn’t want to make him feel inhibited or awkward about such a thing so didn’t mention it, she simply appreciated his sweet juvenile appearance.

As had been the case on several occasions, if people saw Robbie’s shiny padding, time and again the adults especially just smiled and nodded in acknowledgement, as if they were all on the same wavelength, or maybe, that was just how Claire interpreted such encounters. Still, in her mind at least when Robbie was like this; happy, fun and compliant and not worrying about anything, she remembered that’s how he used to be when a toddler. He was a gorgeous, loving, uncomplicated kid and she could see those sweet harmless mannerisms returning each day. Besides, to see her boy’s padded bottom had to be one of the nicest views around. That’s why she’d taken as many shots of that as she had of the impressive Portuguese scenery.

Just after 7pm they arrived back at the hotel. Dad returned the car whilst mum and Robbie headed back up to the room. They planned on having a quick meal in the hotel before heading down to the harbour for the festivities and fireworks planned during the Festa (Fiesta). The receptionist had told them if they hadn’t booked a table early on then finding something in the town would be quite difficult. She’d also told them that the best view of the fireworks was from the hotel’s Rooftop bar but it was far more fun to be down on the beach and harbour itself to get involved during the celebrations.

Back in their room Claire had taken her son’s very wet nappy off and whilst doing so had made some very positive comments about how good he was for using it and not causing a fuss. She also reminded him that he should let her know when he wet so as he wasn’t left too long between changes. She checked that he wasn’t suffering from any kind of rash and was pleased to see that everything was as it should be. All the time she was being positive and encouraging, saying how much she loved him and that both she and dad were so proud of the way he was handling things. It was almost as if his guilty secret no longer mattered as long as he wore a nappy, which in truth was exactly how Claire was beginning to think. Loads of cream and powder followed the clean-up and his fresh disposable had a nappy liner over the extra soaker pad. When she pulled it all together Robbie thanked her and smiled. It appeared to Claire that he was now enjoying such attention, and she was content to keep it going. His new plastic pants were a very glossy white with thick waist and leg bands to keep everything secure. As always he looked so adorable and when he smiled, well, Claire’s heart all but melted – the look really suited him.

By the time dad arrived back, complete with a bag of stuff to restock the fridge, a soggy Robbie had been cleaned up, re-nappied for the evening and dressed in khaki elasticated shorts and matching shirt – his mum thought he looked like a boy scout who had yet to win any badges.

He was standing out on the balcony, again watching all the comings and goings down by the pool, which seemed very busy. He was hoping to see Karl and his family but although there was plenty of noise and people down there, he couldn’t identify them in the crowd.

“Looking smart son.” Thomas offered as he joined his son for a brief glance at what was holding his interest.

Robbie beamed under the praise as dad patted his shoulder and they both stood peering over the glass balustrade. The place was lit up with coloured lights, whilst the trees seemed festooned with white fairy-lights, it all looked quite magical. Off to one side the hotel seemed to be shimmering as the moving water in various pools reflected up and against the walls giving a rippling effect. The sun had gone down and some of the brighter stars out over the ocean were appearing and reflecting in the particularly placid water.

Anticipating being out and about for some time enjoying what the festivities had to offer, Thomas could see that Claire had fitted Robbie into padding she intended would last the night. His khaki shorts hardly able to contain the bulk but still Robbie looked comfortable as he moved around the balcony being lively and funny as he chatted about what was going on down below.

“Well, I’d better go and see what your mum has determined I should wear tonight...” Thomas jokingly confided, “You think you’re the only one who has it already sorted.” He said giving his son a friendly - we’re in this together - smirk.

For the first time Robbie didn’t have the retort “At least you won’t have to wear a nappy” because he didn’t even think it. His mum had thoroughly cleaned him up and sorted out the nappy without any argument or fuss from him. He hadn’t tried to talk his way out of it or try to get some kind of concession. It seemed that by osmosis - the process of gradual or unconscious assimilation – he’d accepted this was how it was. There was no point in making waves, this is what had been decided and he could cope with wearing nappies, if he could forget that was the case. Although that was hard to begin with, daily, it was getting easier.

From Robbie’s perspective, and he wondered if it was all down to the ‘holiday spirit’ there was something really nice about being a family again. He’d been aware that it was his attitude and actions that had caused the rift over the past year, but here, in a foreign land, if he didn’t rock-the-boat, or return to his more objectionable behaviour, this holiday could be fun because so far it had already been great... well... except for messing his swimming trunks.

~

Later, having enjoyed their first noisy and busy buffet style meal in the Atlantico restaurant, they wondered along the front. The night was fairly close; no breeze and heat of the day had hardly dispersed but the crowds were as active and raucous as they strolled along. The beach was once again alive with groups playing volleyball, throwing frisbees, kicking balls or simply sauntering down by the water’s edge. In the distance music and the thud of drums could be heard signifying that there was live acts performing somewhere. Little canvas cabins had been set up selling all manner of trinkets and souvenirs, some offering bookings for trips out to meet whales or sight-seeing along the coast. Jugglers and clowns would suddenly appear, even a fire-eater had a huge crowd watching as he let flames dance up his glistening, young all-but naked body. In a little but packed square, kids were entranced as a teenage girl was making huge bubbles and letting them chase and burst them. Everywhere you turned there was something going on and they’d hardly got anywhere near the harbour yet.

With such huge crowds progress was slow, although that could have been down to the fact that there was just too much to see and enjoy. Unsurprisingly, the drinks Robbie had in the restaurant had gone straight through him and was happy that his extra padding dealt with the flow. As the night progressed he became quite grateful for his mum’s dedication to his protection because he’d be using it on several occasions.

The restaurants and bars along the front were packed with some people hopefully queueing to get a seat. There were plenty of small kiosks selling local tasty food and drink as well as ice cream and beers (though not necessarily together). As they approached the harbour it had been transformed into a huge stadium with lighting rigs, a stage, banks of speakers and a live rock band that was playing one of Robbie’s favourite songs. It was a colourful, noisy and wonderful atmosphere with some people dancing with head or armbands that were illuminated in sparkling flashing lights. Everyone seemed to be having a fantastic time.

~

With the end of a song and applause a slight lull in proceedings was suddenly interrupted by a particularly loud bang. Robbie knew he wasn’t the only one who wet himself at the unexpected sudden boom. However, the sky lit up so it was the prelude to the firework display. Moored offshore were three pontoons where rockets were being launched and the heavens exploded in a blaze of colour, bangs, sparkles and crackles. From the rocky headlands other pyrotechnics spewed out fountains of sparks or colourful arcing fireballs. The crowd erupted in applause as each detonation delivered an even bigger bloom of colour all fantastically reflected in the tranquil sea.

Robbie had somehow found himself separated from his parents as he’d rushed forward to get a better view and was surrounded by loads of kids from tots to teens all looking wide-eyed and impressed as each rocket delivered some incredible explosive effect. He found himself, like the rest, emotionally involved in each crackle and bang, jumping up and down and screaming with childlike excitement. With the crowds pushing and converging around him he couldn’t have got to a toilet even if one was near. So, his extra padding was swelling all the time, it was just as well mum had put him in his new robust plastic pants as the weirdly stimulated torrent continued to flow and needed containing.

Robbie knew what was happening but couldn’t stop it even if he wanted to. The atmosphere, the exhilaration – it was like when he was a four year old and Christmas Day arrived, with all the anticipation, excitement and then the actuality of all the presents, he wet himself then as well. He ran his hand over his shorts trying not to be obvious as he checked that there were no leaks and found relief in the fact they were dry, even if what was underneath was squishy and full.

The terrific display ended with a huge canopy of colourful, sparkling stars that seemed to cover the entire sky. The crackles, fizzes and pops as they cascaded down was a fitting finale to such a visual spectacular but the festivities continued. In the square a new band had taken to the stage and more thudding rock bounced around to the enjoyment of the large crowd. People were still arriving because it was relatively early and, according to the receptionist, the fun wouldn’t stop until midnight.

As the crowd of kids dispersed it appeared several of the younger ones were a bit disorientated because they’d ‘lost’ parents. The look of relief as the grown-ups swept in to claim their offspring was unmistakeable as tears turned into happy smiles. For a moment Robbie himself wondered if he was lost but a brief scan of the surroundings saw them watching about twenty yards away. Robbie had never seen his mum and dad drinking beer from bottles and in truth he was looking forward to tasting the can of Coca Cola with which they were enticing him back.

“WOW,” he exclaimed, “that was pretty intense wasn’t it.”

His parents nodded in agreement as he ripped open the can and thirstily slurped it down.

“Go easy love,” his mum gently admonished, “not sure your nappy can take much more.” She whispered as she patted the expanded cushion.

“It’s okay mum... I can cope.”

“Okay love but I have a spare if you need a change... I’m sure we can find somewhere private, there are plenty of hotels around.”

“No need mum, I’ll just cut down on the fluids...er... after this,” he shirked knowingly as he finished the can.

~

They spent the next couple of hours watching the bands, wandering the streets where there seemed to be some form of entertainment on every corner and enjoying the Festa vibe. Kids and families, lovers and friends, tourists and locals all in a melting pot of foodie-smells and noise that made the late evening a wonderful place to be. Mum of course took even more photographs to add to her ever-growing collection. Robbie was only too happy to pose with the resort’s mascot, whatever it was supposed to be... definitely an animal of some kind?

By eleven thirty Robbie was beginning to drag. This was the latest he’d stayed up for several weeks and despite the initial adrenalin of the occasion, he needed sleep, and, because he was waddling pretty excessively, Claire knew it was more than time for a nappy change. So, they headed back to the Atlantico.

The echoing of the music from the square was still apparent as they slowly made their way back along the seafront promenade, although the crowds had thinned slightly. Robbie could see younger kids than him, still full of life playing on the beach but for him it was time to turn in.

It was past midnight by the time the entered their twelfth-floor apartment and Robbie all but collapsed onto his made up bed in the living room.

Claire hadn’t noticed before, and it could have happened when he sat down on his bed, but the back of his khaki shorts had a couple of damp half-moon shapes showing that his disposable hadn’t been able to contain everything on this occasion.

However, she realised they had been out for quite some time and he’d drunk several cans of coke and bottles of water so perhaps it was unavoidable that, without a change at some point, the inevitable happened. She once again made a mental note to make sure her ‘carry-all bag’ would be with her on every outing... no matter how short or long.

“C’mon sweetheart, let’s get you ready properly,” Claire said pulling him to his feet and guiding him to the bathroom which was off their room.

She undressed him and once she had him stripped naked and had dealt with the incredibly soaked disposable, sponged him down and dried him off. She rinsed out his shorts in the sink but didn’t say anything to Robbie in case he felt anxious that others might have noticed as they walked back. She guided him to his bed where the padded mat she changed him on had already been prepared by Thomas with everything else that would be needed.

As they discussed the night’s events and highlights, Claire fitted her twelve-year-old son back into a thick, thick disposable, with soaker pad and nappy liner and slipped up a pair of pale blue plastic pants.

“I don’t think I need anything else tonight thanks, I was pretty sweaty last night so think I can do without wearing a t-shirt.”

“Okay love, if you’re sure but I’ll leave one out just in case it gets chilly, although I don’t see that happening.” She smiled and brushed a few imaginary stray hairs from his forehead. “It’s been a fantastic day Robbie, and you’ve been fantastic company... so thank you.” She kissed his cheek and drew back the sheet for him to climb under. “Night love”.

Claire pegged out his wet shorts to dry overnight as she and Thomas sat on the balcony chatting about the day and making plans for the next but returned to their room after about thirty minutes. They noticed that Robbie was already out for the count and the sheet had been cast off because of the heat. Once again they looked down at their son and saw just how cute and innocent he looked, his thick nappy bulging out his plastic pants that glowed with an incandescent magic from the light coming in off the brightly lit pool reflecting in the room.

~

What mum and dad didn’t know was that Robbie was deep into another dream but it couldn’t have been more different than the previous nights. Where that was full of his personal horrors, this was, well, it started off not very nice but ended up... okay. He was in the square where the band was playing and surrounded by hundreds of people when his mum decided he needed a change. He protested that it could wait but she insisted that they do it there and then. Reluctantly, he lay out and his mum pulled off his jeans (yes he was wearing jeans) slipped his plastic pants down to his ankles, which revealed a very messy fabric nappy. Of course she had her large nappy bag containing wipes, powder and all the rest, including a large white terry nappy (like the ones he wore at home except larger) which, after a long and conscientious clean-up was pinned tightly into place. All the time the crowd was watching and encouraging not only his mum but him.

“You’re a good boy” “Such a sweet lad” “A boy needs his mummy to look after him”. Even though some of these things were shouted and encouraged in other languages he knew what they were saying.

In the end, and with a larger than normal nappy pinned in place and his plastic pants eased over it all, the crowd was shouting and applauding in approval. He stood in the middle of the square surrounded by a whooping and cheering mob who all thought he looked great and said how much the nappy suited him. He was overcome by the support he was getting and his mum was all smiles as he waved to what had become an adoring throng.

More comments were shouted, pats on the back and on his padded bottom followed as he was hoisted onto the shoulders of some young men who began to parade him through the streets. He was enjoying the attention and the love that seemed to emanate from the mass when he woke up.

Disorientated as to where exactly he was he rammed his hand down the front of his padding and was surprised to find himself dry. That, coupled with the feeling of euphoria made him lay awake for a few moments wondering what it could all mean.

Was it a warning, except he seemed happy in his dream? Was it acceptance of his situation? Was it a portent of things to come? Was it something he wanted??? It was like a game of ping-pong his thoughts going back and forth.

Unfortunately, the reason escaped him when he fell back to sleep and in the morning, as he’d done so often, woke up to a very soggy disposable and a bubbling bowel. He was sure there would be no parade through the streets on this occasion. Mum was going to have her hands full yet again... but thankfully not witnessed by a cheering multitude.

~ tbc ~

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

Hugs 🙂

 

[You know what you've done. 1 - 14]

Hi Everyone

Thanks for your comments and I'm pleased that at least some of you are enjoying Robbie's experience on holiday in Portugal. 

However, although I'm keen to appeal to wide spectrum of readers with my stories, I'm not happy with bringing up unhappy memories for Dirty Boy and any parallels he finds with Robbie's situation. In which case - sorry!

The story is finished and it's just a matter of tweaking each chapter before I continue but I hope that most of you will be with Robbie as he becomes more and more comfortable as he settles into the holiday spirit.

Forced nappy wearing may not seem the ideal solution to whatever it is that Robbie has done but, as far as mum and dad are concerned, it is working.

Hugs to everyone.

Les☺️

[You know what you've done. 1 - 14]

Part 7

For a moment a sense of panic and dread entered her mind as she scanned the noisy pool. Where was he? Where had he gone? What could have happened to...? Ah, there he was at the far side of the pool jumping out of the water to catch a ball being tossed around by a group of kids. Among all the others, the yellow cuffs on his shorts making him easily identifiable. Phew! It was a shock just how intense the feeling of panic, no matter how brief, had hit her.  

It was at that moment that the family they had talked to on the bus ride from the airport asked if the empty loungers near them were taken. A smile from Claire soon had mum, dad and their young son, Darren (she seemed to remember) setting up shop next to them.

“Mum can I go in the pool?” the youngster asked timidly.

“Not just now love, I’ve just doused you in suntan lotion... I should have thought. Have a bit of a sit first and then...”

Darren, wearing shiny blue swimming trunks that probably fitted him a couple of years ago but the poor boy spilled out of now stood around wondering what to do next.

“Can I go and explore then...?” he shrugged hopefully.

“Yes, yes of course, just remember where we are when you want to come back... and don’t go out of the hotel... and be careful...”

But Darren was off without another word to see what the Atlantico had to offer.

“He’s such a handful at his age.”

She looked across at Claire who’d watched this little bit of theatre as they settled themselves, whilst arranging various towels and cushions and passing observations on the chaotic activity around the pool.

Eventually the woman settled with a sigh and her hubby took the lead.

“I’ll go and get us a drink... erm... sorry, I’ve forgotten your name,” her husband apologised as he finally acknowledged their new neighbour.

“Claire and this,” she pointed her thumb towards her recumbent husband, is Thomas... over there, somewhere is Robbie.” She flapped her hand in the direction of the raucous pool.

The man reached out his hand to shake Claire’s “John, Amanda and Darren...” he waved his hand to encompass his small family. “Carpenter... Can I get you anything whilst I’m at the bar?”

“No thanks we’re fine,” she patted the large bag by her side.

“OK then, G&T for you love?” He asked but already knew the answer and was on his way. He was about the same height as Thomas but carrying quite a few extra pounds, Amanda was the same but her extra weight made her look curvy rather than fat and Claire had to admit looked very good in her blue and white one piece swimsuit.

“Isn’t this a fantastic hotel...?” and so the conversation started between two mums who would, in next to no time, know all there was to know about each other... except Robbie’s nappies. That info, for the moment at least, was on a need to know basis. Of course, if she’d noticed and asked about it then Claire would happily tell the tale.

Later, as the conversation between the two women progressed Claire was most interested to know that Amanda homeschooled her eight-year-old son because the school where they lived was rough and had a terrible reputation.

“I couldn’t let a sensitive boy like Darren be part of all that. Besides, what I thought might be a huge problem was anything but... I enjoy teaching him and I’m sure he’s a better person for it.” Amanda added confidently.

This was something Claire hadn’t thought about before and it intrigued her, so encouraged her new friend to explain how it all worked. She was surprised to find that it was so easy and that you didn’t have to follow a particular curriculum. Amanda couldn’t speak highly enough of the relief it had given her to make that break from normal schooling. However, she did point out, that she made sure Darren stuck to a strict regime and was not allowed to dress as he pleased doing lessons. She had imposed her own boundaries and rules, which included him wearing a sort of uniform. In other words he wasn’t permitted to lie around in his pyjamas all day.

“I’m not too strict with him but I want him to know that when he’s in lessons he’s there to learn. Thankfully, he’s such a good boy he’s been absolutely no trouble whatsoever.”

As Amanda rubbed in more Factor30 into her rapidly glowing skin Claire was riveted with what she had to say.

“Yes, I just let the school know I’d be doing any schooling from that moment on, went on line and found a couple of other homeschoolers who had kids around Darren’s age and now we have a little group that meet up so he still has access to friends. It’s working incredibly well and I have my little boy at home with me... so that’s wonderful.”

It was a ‘light bulb’ moment. Claire thought how ridiculous it was that she hadn’t thought about it herself. In a twinkling she had the answer to what was going to happen once the new school term started. It was like a warm feeling of relief flowed through her (and not because of the Portuguese weather) but the immediate future that she’d worried about now had a solution - she’d have her little nappy-clad boy at home with her, away from the influences of those troublesome schoolmates. Now she had something positive in mind, she could see it working though needed to convince Thomas it was the brilliant remedy to keeping Robbie safe.

~

Amanda was on her third G&T as the shadows started creeping across the pool area and some people were making their way back to their rooms. Darren had returned and his mum had let him go off for a splash around as long as his father joined him, which he reluctantly did. Amanda had got her husband, as well as her son, very well trained. Meanwhile, Thomas, thanks to the early start, had been catching up on sleep after his dip and had dozed happily under the shade of a large umbrella. In the interim, Claire had gleaned as much info as she could and at one point had unintentionally agreed for Robbie to accompany Darren to one of the kid’s discos the lonely lad was desperate to attend.

Although focused on what her new friend had to say Claire was keeping a watchful eye on Robbie who also seemed to have made a new friend. The new boy was in her opinion ‘quite gorgeous’ with his blond hair and just developing physique. Although Robbie was trim and athletic in truth he wasn’t quite as muscular, in a growing boy type of way, as the boy he’d teamed up with.

At the back of her mind was the fact that she knew, whilst at the hotel, he’d make friends but would keep a very strict eye on just who he ended up with. She had hoped that by keeping him wearing a nappy he’d be more reluctant to stray too far away from her and Thomas. Having said that, she wanted to encourage him to socialise but would be wearing his padding, and although he wasn’t at that moment, he would be once out of his swimming trunks. She was hoping that letting him out of them for swimming she hadn’t made a huge mistake... time would tell. 

~

It hadn’t taken Robbie long to realise just how much he’d missed mixing with other lads his age. The noise, the enthusiasm for just chucking a ball around, had them all developing tactics but still laughing as water splashed up and over them. It had been quite some time since he’d had so much fun, he couldn’t say the things he’d done with Mally and the other lads was fun, so this was definitely better.

There were kids and adults everywhere and much to his annoyance there was an old tubby man in a pair of baggy red shorts exactly the same as the ones Robbie’d packed. Firstly he thought how awful they looked on him but then realised his mum had, in her own way, saved him from what would have been total embarrassment had they clashed at the poolside.

The entire pool was a cacophony of excited, colourful people of all shapes and sizes. Some with inflatables, some looking red and very sunburnt, whilst others simply gently swam from one end to the other at their own pace. Other aquatic diversions were happening everywhere and it was easy to become involved in them as they kept overlapping. However, over the screeching mob Robbie heard the only word that penetrated the tumble of noise.

He returned his attention back to what Karl was talking about – football. So, they swam away from the game, which to some degree the entire pool appeared to be involved with and settled in the shallow end discussing the merits of their favourite teams. It turned out the Karl also played football for his school team, which once again had Robbie convinced they had a surprising connection.  

At one point Anna, Karl’s sister, walked past with her little brother holding her hand and said something in German that Robbie didn’t understand “...ich werde gerade Leos Windel wechseln...” and something else but had no idea what it referred to.

Karl simply nodded and replied in his own language then carried on speaking to Robbie in English as if there hadn’t been any German spoken to break up their conversation. He marvelled at his mate’s ability to switch languages so easily. Robbie felt guilty (and a stirring in his neoprene trunks) as Anna’s shapely figure gently guided her little brother to wherever they were going. He hoped he’d get to meet her but wondered if she would speak English as well as her brother. He had no way to communicate with her if she didn’t. He was also a bit nervous about asking Karl if he’d introduce them... maybe later.

Karl looked up and saw his father calling him from the other side of the pool and said, as it was getting late, that he had to go to get ready for dinner. Robbie had no idea just how long he’d been chatting in the water but was suddenly aware of the shadow from the hotel that covered most of the pool. The temperature hadn’t dropped significantly, as he was half-submerged in the water, but noticed a few of those still around the pool, which had emptied considerably, clutching towels tightly to their bodies.

As Karl heaved himself out of the pool Robbie couldn’t help but notice as the sun caught his tight wet blue nylon swimming trunks and the sheen that seemed to add shape to a perfect bum. The notion shocked him as it was something he’d never thought of before but then wondered if this was all part of growing up. He admired his new friend so why wouldn’t he notice such a thing? He’d already noticed his sister so... erm... he might have to stay in the water a little longer and hope things in his trunks calmed down.

As he stood in the pool watching Karl confidently make his way over to his parents to grab a towel he couldn’t help but notice that the water around his waist was nice and warm. It took him a few seconds to realise he’d just peed himself, which in turn gave way to an involuntary shiver that ran through his body. Perhaps it was time to return to the sun-loungers.

~

Amanda and her family had gone so the lounger next to Claire and Thomas was free. In a quiet moment mum had filled her bag with several bottles from the kiosk she’d spied earlier. Thomas had woken quite refreshed and was sipping appreciatively on a cool bottle of water, whilst Claire was holding one out to her son as he approached. Thanking her he sat down heavily on the plastic lounger but it didn’t feel right. Without the usual padding it hadn’t seemed ‘right’ when they set off from their room but this new sensation was distinct and it took a few seconds for him to realise what had happened.

Just as he became acquainted with the truth his mother asked if he was okay but a sudden smell emanating from his vicinity told her what the problem was.

“Oh dear sweetheart have you had an accident?”

The accuracy of her observation was just too much for Robbie; he’d been able to act like a normal twelve-year-old boy since arriving at the pool but now he knew that had disappeared and he was just a messy little kid who couldn’t keep his pants (trunks in this case) clean. Not only that but he recalled letting out a little fart once Karl had departed but hadn’t realised he’d ‘followed through’. This was such a babyish thing to have happened and therefore a huge hit to his hoped for teenage status.

There were tears forming but Claire was quickly in “Don’t worry love, these things happen... and by the looks of your red face and shoulders... you may well have had a bit too much sun all in one go. You might have got a bit of sunstroke...”

Despite her reassuring words Robbie felt revolted. Even though he was used to filling his nappy this was unlike any other experience so was simply too ashamed to do or say anything but nod.

Mum, already deciding that his nappy needed urgently reinstating, indicated it was time they went back up to their room. Thomas helped pack stuff into his wife’s large bag and carried it as she put her arm around her son’s shoulders and slowly headed out of the pool area and back to the privacy of their accommodation.

Should anyone be watching, Robbie’s uneasy bow-legged waddle a dead giveaway of what lay in the seat of his damp neoprene trunks. Thankfully, the lift up to the top floor was only occupied by the three of them so no one else had to suffer the earthy odour that hung around them like a slightly noxious cloud.

~

Of course he’d sat in a messy nappy before but the mush now spread around his bum cheeks felt as if he’d let everyone down. The fact that both his mum and dad didn’t think anything was wrong, in fact, were nothing but supportive, seemed to make the situation worse. His hours of being ‘normal’ and not having to wear a nappy lay heavily in the seat of his trunks. He suspected they thought of him as a silly little toddler who had no control and yet, they both continued with things as if it was nothing unusual and maintained their unconditional love and support.

Once through their apartment door Robbie burst into huge sobs and did all he could to apologise for what his mum would now have to deal with.

“Don’t upset yourself love, it’s nothing we can’t cope with so don’t you worry yourself... and sweetheart... there’s no reason to cry. We’ll soon have you all clean and tidied up...”

Claire felt a little guilty that she hadn’t insisted he wore a nappy under his trunks, as that had been the initial plan, and hoped this accident hadn’t contaminated the pool in some way. However, from her preliminary check, all seemed reasonably well contained. She continued with her words of support and steered him into the bathroom, whilst indicating to her hubby to get a fresh nappy, and the other items needed, to put their boy back in secure protection.

“Oh, and can you please put the bottles I have in my bag in the fridge?”

Thomas just nodded; he didn’t want to make a big thing about his son having such an accident so the diversion was welcome. He was surprised just how much stuff, as well as the bottles and disposables, was in her bag but there again, his wife was always well prepared.

Claire also noticed the extra new bin at the side of the toilet which the receptionist had promised would be there; she was impressed with the hotel’s efficiency. It wasn’t needed in the present circumstances but was glad to know that his future requirements for disposable disposal was in place.

There was no doubt that what had happened had stunned Robbie as he stood there passively and let his mum see to everything. She slowly pulled down his trunks and saw that not only was there poo but also at some point he’d got excited and left other ‘emissions’. Of course this wasn’t too much of a shock as she’d dealt with such visible signs her boy was growing up before but wondered who had caused it or was it just the wearing of his trunks that had stimulated such a reaction? She’d noticed the same thing in his nappy on occasions and wondered if they had had the same effect. She’d read on line that this could be a possibility but not to draw too much attention to it as it was a natural function of a growing boy’s body as much as peeing and pooing. Of course she had hoped that his new found innocence would also mean a lack of arousal. Claire had to remind herself that despite what she imagined, her son was getting older and therefore would have urges, she just hoped that keeping him in thick nappies and treating him like a kid might just hold back that inevitable tide – she had him how she wanted him and didn’t want to think any further ahead.

~

Once she’d cleaned him up and washed out his messy trunks she covered him in Aftersun lotion because his face and shoulders were glowing red. Once that was done she shuffled him naked into the living area where dad had laid out the changing mat on the sofa, plus an array of items to wrap him in.

Over the last few weeks Robbie had to quickly get used to being naked around his parents so didn’t think anything about his current state of undress. Quite often his mother would make sure every little crease and crevice was spotless and dry before fitting him to whatever padding she’d chosen. Meanwhile, he’d begun to sprout a little hair down there but she’d found a cream to get rid of that. Sometimes this operation could take a while as she fussed and powdered around his nappy area. Thankfully, Robbie had soon lost his initial embarrassment as she paid no attention to his ‘growing’ problem when intimately applying various creams and lotions. When that happened she was quick to cover the offending object in very thick, and tightly fastened, terry cloth. 

However, at seeing he was going to be put back into a disposable he baulked slightly, though mum simply reminded, with a light tap on his bare bottom, that he’d just messed himself so there was to be no argument.

She checked her hubby was ready as she took the wet trunks out onto the balcony and pinned them on the small washing line to dry out overnight.

Reluctantly, but without too much resistance once laid out, dad set about spreading on lotion and powdering his son before fixing a nice thick blue disposable with an extra soaker pad. Like mum, dad always did a really good job of making sure it fit perfectly before pulling up a pair of thick clear plastic pants. He tucked everything in and smoothed the entire thing out making it so that the glossy cover held it all fast. There was no doubt that the hefty disposable and tight cover with thick waist and leg bands gave him the look of a big incontinent toddler. However, both parents were in agreement that these days, after the positive changes in his behaviour, it didn’t seem inappropriate that even at his age, it’s just what was needed.

“There you go Robbie,” dad patted his freshly cushioned bum, “let’s go out on to the balcony whilst mum gets changed.

Although this sort of intense interaction was nothing new for him Robbie felt a bit glum but realised that he couldn’t really object after what had just happened in the pool - besides, as always, both parents had been most supportive. Dad hadn’t offered him anything else to wear so nervously shuffled his way back out onto the balcony and into the pleasantly warm air. The thing was, after the neoprene shorts, this fresh disposable felt quite comfortable as he sat down and dad engaged him in small talk about his day. This was something else he liked about dad, he still spoke to him like nothing weird had happened, like he used to do before, well, before he met Mally and his mates. He soon relaxed, not only that but the air was filled with pleasant distant chatter and laughter, whilst aromas of exotic evening meals being prepared filtered up to the top floor and added a further holiday vibe to the incredible views.  

There was no doubt that they had one of the best panoramas because of the glass balustrade around the balcony that offered an almost unrestricted outlook. The hotel was shaped so that no balcony was overlooked, which pleased Robbie as he didn’t feel exposed. He and dad watched while people were returning from the beach and scrutinised the last few die-hards who fled the pool as the final shadows engulfed the entire area. It was amazing how quickly the last bit of sun-drenched pool emptied when that happened, except for one little lad who was in the kiddie pool and happily splashing about now he had it to himself.

Meanwhile, as they got comfy on their balcony dad was of the opinion that there would no doubt be a very picturesque sunset. Though for the moment, that was out of sight behind where they sat. Still it was all quite awe-inspiring and had the promise of a special vantage point for sunrise the following day.

For the time being, Robbie’s sleek well-padded snug underwear made sitting around very comfy. He shivered slightly, possibly because his chest and shoulders were bare and had had a little bit too much sun so needed a t-shirt, which dad raided one of the shelves to get for him. It was a short green onesie with small metal press-studs under the crotch for easy release or access. Dad didn’t know about these but realised that Claire wouldn’t have brought them unless she thought them necessary and despite a small amount of reluctance from Robbie, soon had it on. There was no doubt that this short onesie did make him look even younger but there was also the added guard that it would, should the occasion occur, prevent a ‘full’ nappy from too much sag.

Claire had been most adamant (and very persuasive) that she was going to be in charge of what their son should and would wear (and of course that meant nappies to remind him he was still only a child). She’d told Thomas that it was age appropriate (but hadn’t said the age she was aiming at) but he had to agree that, despite the initial upset from Robbie, everything seemed to be working. Whether she meant it to or not the boy’s attire, coupled with his slightly anxious demeanour, made him look, as dad remembered those times, like a cute eight-year-old.

“Well, it looks like you managed to get quite a bit of sun... we might have to be a bit more careful tomorrow and keep those shoulders covered. What else have you been up to today?”

Eventually Robbie revealed he’d made a new friend, Karl, and was soon chatting enthusiastically about him, the games they played and the hotel in general.

Dad had discovered that if he could distract his son and involve him in what was going on in some way, he tended to forget he was wearing thick protection. Not only that, but if he could ‘normalise’ the situation as much as possible, he appeared quite relaxed about it as well. He couldn’t deny just how quickly his son had turned from an absolute horror to be around to his current state. It was reining in all those bad habits and attitudes and although he may have looked, and sometimes acted, like a big kid, he’d decided like his wife, that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. If the insisted upon thick and shiny protection was what it took, then so be it, he was still his son and he loved him.   

On the other hand, when wearing a nappy, his wife liked that Robbie was aware he was his ‘mummy’s sweet little boy’ and wanted him to know the way she was treating him was for the best. Despite these slightly different approaches, it was agreed that his temperament had changed for the better and it was without doubt all down to him being forced into wearing nappies. He’d be reminded of the fact it was as a punishment he’d brought on himself if he acted up but these days any such outbursts were kept relatively in check.

~

The first day of the holiday had been a combination of highs and lows for Robbie. There were things he thought were perhaps over but then something rapidly returned him to things as they are. He’d been made to wear clothes that he thought he never would but surprisingly, once in them, had found them tolerable and probably right for the climate. He’d also worn a thick and soaked disposable for ages without too much discomfort, in fact, he barely noticed. The Villa he’d hoped for was a nonstarter but the hotel was large and lively. He’d made a friend and admired several fit looking girls who had, without being aware, given him an unexpected outcome. Indeed, there were many in the pool he’d ‘spoken’ to or nodded at or smiled and laughed with, so expected to have a really great time over the next two weeks.

Then his little mishap had come as a huge shock and had knocked his confidence. So, it was back to where he started, sitting around having a chit-chat with dad, whilst wearing a very thick and slinky piece of underwear, as if he'd never been out of them. He’d not been able to persuade dad that he didn’t need nappies and had given up hope that either parent would change their minds even on holiday.

It seemed weird that only a few weeks ago this would have never happened. The idea of wearing thick protection had never arisen, nor would it have been suggested, nor would it have crossed his mind he’d ever wear such an item. The anger at the suggestion, followed by the inevitability of the outcome, had been unexpected. He certainly hadn’t thought just how much guilt he’d been carrying and that had somehow funnelled into his ultimate, if reluctant, compliance.

The padding, although difficult to comprehend to begin with, was proving to be both comfy, and now after the pool accident, quite reassuring. He’d quickly got used to its bulky presence just as mum had said he would. However the consequence of wearing protection, even after a relatively short time (and he may not have been conscious of the fact), was just how often he’d come to use its convenience. Of course, from the very start his parents had insisted he did so but... well... as mum had noted... he was beginning to need a change more and more often.

~

Claire arrived back on the balcony, hair done, make-up in place and looking very summery in a nice flowery cotton dress and with a thin white cardigan draped over her shoulders. The two ‘boys’ in her life were having quite a laugh at some little game they’d invented about where the boats out at sea were heading.

As always she was struck by just how sweet and cuddly Robbie looked once well-wrapped up in a nappy and now, with the unexpected addition of his onesie, he was playing the part to perfection. Seeing him standing next to his dad, not even thinking about his underwear and pointing out things on the horizon to each other, all so natural, filled her with happiness. There was no doubt that his robust padding made him appear so much younger and unsophisticated. Whereas the shimmering hint of plastic firmly stretched over the thick disposable just invited to be patted and stroked; her son had never looked so endearing.

Click. Another shot on her mobile for her rapidly growing photographic archive.

“Okay,” she smiled at hubby, “if you like you can get ready now and then we’ll go for that walk along the front.”

“Okay love, won’t be a minute.” Thomas ruffled his son’s hair as he made for the bedroom.

“Right, I suppose we’d better get you dressed as well,” she beamed, although planned on only slipping him into a pair of shorts and shirt.

With the thin, fabric onesie stretched over the blue disposable it could be seen through the clear plastic cover. All seemed dry but she still checked by sliding her fingers up the leg of his plastic pants. Now used to such treatment Robbie didn’t try to stop her or move away.

“Well done love,” she smiled approvingly, “nice and dry.” She kissed him on his head and then skimmed through the shelf with his clothes until she saw some that would match. Holding up what appeared to be a pair of dark green rugby shorts, but with an elasticated waist, she told him to put them on.

“Mum, aren’t these bit too short for... you know... going out in?”

“Nonsense sweetheart, you wear this style all the time at home... you’ll be fine... although you might need a shirt to put on over your onesie as the temperature might drop.”

However, with the shorts hanging from her fingers he understood there was no chance she’d change her mind so didn’t put up any resistance and slipped on what was offered. He was correct, they were quite short and his disposable filled them out slightly. It would be an effort to hide the smooth padded lines, although, when he stood up straight, it didn’t look too bad at all. She passed him a purple, button-down collared shirt, which he didn’t mind and fastened that up. It hung outside his shorts and covered them up slightly. He checked in the mirror – “Yes”, he thought, he could get away with this particular look.

~

Whilst they waited for dad to get changed mum brought out a couple of juices onto the balcony and handed one to Robbie. He’d sat down and she noticed and appreciated the nice tight bulge his shorts made and could see up the leg which revealed a glimpse of his shiny plastic pants with the robust, thick anti-leak guard. She didn’t mention any of this but chatted about the nice family she’d got to speak to who came to sit next to them. She asked if he remembered them from the coach trip to the hotel reminding Robbie of their young son, eight-year-old Darren. She was toying with mentioning the possibility of homeschooling but thought better of it, well, at least until she’d spoken to Thomas.

The sound of a splash and a huge guffaw of laughter from below had Robbie up and staring down at the pool where a bunch of people were doubled up whilst helping some poor person who, fully clothed, had ended up splashing around and gasping for breath.

“Someone’s evening has got off to a bad start,” mum remarked as she joined him from their vantage point. Both had huge, and not, sympathetic grins on their faces as they watched the poor soaked guy being helped to his dripping feet.

A nice cooling breeze ruffled Claire’s dress as she put her arm around her son’s shoulder and gave him a tender hug. He gave a little flinch but not because he didn’t want to be hugged, it was the slight sunburn on his shoulders.

“Oh, sorry love, I forgot... we’ll have to keep an eye on that in future, we don’t want you to end up all burnt to a crisp now do we?”

He grimaced back and shrugged “Sorry, I know you told me to be careful but I just didn’t feel the heat whilst in the water...”

“Well, hopefully we’ve caught it in time and the cream I’ve applied should cool things down a bit... but we should definitely keep you covered tomorrow to be on the safe side.”

Although Robbie hoped to be in the pool or beach the following day it looked like they’d be out doing other things. His mother moved her arm to around his waist and gave him another hug, which was a lot nicer.

“Isn’t this just a wonderful place.” She was gazing out to sea, well, the Atlantic Ocean actually, and saw little lights appearing on the small fishing boats taking up their positions for the night. Down below, although it wasn’t anywhere near dark, fairy lights lit up the trees that surrounded the pool giving it a most magical appearance.

Yes, up there on the top floor, everything was just about perfect.

~

The Atlantico was set at the far end of the seafront along which ran a wide causeway that followed the coastline then down to the old harbour about a mile away. The Davison Family joined several others as they sauntered along, marvelling at just how picturesque the place was and the immaculate sandy beach. As they walked away from the hotel not only did the path get busier but more shops, restaurants, bars and the like showed just what an active and popular resort this was.

Mum and dad walked arm-in-arm, whilst Robbie wandered just a few feet in front of them, occasionally stepping back so as not to get separated when the crowds got thicker. The temperature had dropped a little but it was still warm enough; the cool breeze they felt on their balcony not transferring itself to sea level where the air was thick with the buzz of a tourist town gearing up and getting into full evening swing.

At either end of the beach there were dramatic rock formations that in the daytime added to the area’s picturesque quality. Now some aspects were lit by floodlights and looked quite striking against the rapidly darkening sky. Mum posed her two ‘boys’ and took several shots on her phone – dad with his arm around his son and Robbie sitting on a rock smiling cheerfully at the camera. He didn’t know it but the flash of the camera had reflected on the shiny plastic that could be seen down the leg of his shorts. The fact that he didn’t seem concerned and hadn’t fussed while posing was a bonus to mum. With his shirt out and covering most of his bum he seemed very relaxed, even with the slight little waddle he’d adopted because of the bulk, though perhaps he hadn’t noticed that either. Mum was desperate that this trip would solidify Robbie’s acceptance for wearing a nappy and thereby she could keep control over his behaviour. So far, so good.

~

After wandering the seafront and a few of the backstreets for an hour or so Thomas asked if they were hungry, the answer was that they were all starving so were on the lookout for a nice local, family run restaurant.

Três Irmãos, slightly off the main thoroughfare, was up a hill but looked to have a terrific view across the streets below and out into the ocean. It was large enough and had tables outside as well as ample seating inside and a quick perusal of the menu (and prices) the decision was made to try it for their first ‘foreign’ meal of the holiday. The fact that it was so busy was a fair indication that it had a good reputation. 

The friendly waiter asked them to wait just a moment whilst he cleared a table that had just been vacated. They hoped he wouldn’t take long because they just taken a look in the chilled display cabinet and decided on the gloriously large prawns that lay invitingly on view.

Two minutes later and the waiter returned and led them to their freshly laid table, with glasses and cutlery all set out and a small vase with a local flower as a cute central display. They couldn’t believe their luck that they had a prime spot with tremendous views. The only thing that made both Claire and Thomas smile was that at one of the available places, and obviously set out for Robbie, was a place mat with a cartoon character to fill in. A selection of crayons and coloured pencils were stood in a small metal cup. Two large menus were set at the two places with glasses, whereas a colourful list of food for kids who might like a simpler fair was given to Robbie.

Robbie was incensed, he wasn’t a little kid and didn’t like being treated as one.

“It’s a family orientated restaurant Robbie” Dad couldn’t hide the huge, amused grin on his face. “They try to engage with everyone not just the adults... but perhaps the colouring placemat is a bit too much.”

“How dare they assume,” Robbie began to argue, but the laughter from mum and dad quickly brought him round and grudgingly saw the ‘funny’ side.

His dad said that he could use his menu if he wanted to try something different but knew that both he and Claire were salivating at the prospect of locally caught fresh prawns. Robbie wasn’t keen on fish, or anything fiddly or with bones but didn’t find he liked much on dad’s menu and wished he hadn’t been so keen on sending the Kiddie Menu away with the waiter just moments earlier.

Dad called the waiter over, apologised for being a nuisance, and asked if he’d be so kind as to return the earlier menu. The man had a really nice smile and quickly went off to get it and the drinks Thomas had ordered at the same time.

Although embarrassed Robbie thought the selection and choices of meals on his revisited menu was far better than anything on the ‘grown-up’ one.

The view from their seats was terrific. From Robbie’s vantage point he could see further along the road and noticed flashing lights that had, in English, the word SLOTS, which indicated machines and other entertainment might be on offer should they venture in that direction after eating. He could see quite a few young people going in and out and hoped they could go there after the meal.

Eventually the order was made and delivered, mum and dad having four large prawns each, which needed peeling but looked smooth and succulent as they were doused in garlic butter. Robbie could do without that type of mess so had settled on chicken strips with chips, salad and a large Coca Cola, which because he was so hungry devoured the lot with relish.

Their table was very near the pavement so passers-by were taking an interest in what they were having. Several people stood and looked, others simply sauntered by or, with a friendly smile, acknowledged the family. Robbie didn’t know it but his shorts had ridden up and some of those passing saw the bulk of his nice gleaming protection sticking out. This was partly due to his short shorts but mainly because he’d suddenly found himself bursting for relief. So, doing as he’d been instructed, surreptitiously filled the disposable during dinner. The release and warmth were surprisingly both quite satisfying. He didn’t want to bring what he’d done to his parents attention as they seemed to be enjoying their meal so thought a change could wait until they returned to the hotel. Nor did he fancy being escorted to the toilets and his mum changing him there. So he sat innocently idly doodling with the crayons on his picture. A couple of kids who passed giggled to each other and looked back but Robbie wasn’t looking. He had no idea he was the cause of amusement in some quarters.

~

By the time mum and dad had finished their meal, emptied the bottle of chilled white wine and paid the bill Robbie was desperate to aim for the SLOTS place to see what was on offer. As they left the restaurant with many “obrigada” “thanks” and praise for a much enjoyed meal, their son was halfway down the road and heading towards those flashing and inviting lights.

Jogos e caça-níqueis was quite a large, noisy and colourful building with loads of machines offering an array of slot-machines and games. The place seemed to cater to all manner of ages, with tourists and locals speaking in various languages teaming around sampling what was inviting them to part with their money. At the back was an ‘age restricted area’ where an automatic Roulette wheel was very popular. Apart from the occasional slot machine all the big video games testing skill were occupied and appeared to have enthusiastic support teams surrounding them. Bings and pings, rattles and the occasional sound of winnings being deposited in metal drawers made it perhaps one of the liveliest places in the area.

Robbie was eager to join in the fun and begged his dad to let him have some money so he could go off to play. Neither Claire or Thomas were interested but, as there was a popular little café attached decided to let him loose and, after giving him €20, told him that’s where they’d be having a coffee when he’d spent up.

Since he’d lost his console ‘privileges’ at home, it had been ages since he’d been allowed to play any video games and he couldn’t wait to immerse himself in something that he used to enjoy so much. He wandered around trying to find a console he knew or looked interesting in the ‘unrestricted’ area but the place was packed and finding anything unoccupied difficult. He changed the €20 bill into single €1 coins but found himself quite engrossed in watching a couple of young lads, wearing knee length beach shorts, as they battled some Alien Predator. The lad playing was being wildly cheered on by his mate and even in the language they were speaking, which wasn’t English, Robbie knew he was swearing that encouragement. There was an entire phalanx of gaming screens, where seated riders, ace assassins, Japanese Samuri, Space Explorers all did battle but there wasn’t an available machine to test himself.

There was quite a mix of ages and it looked like the SLOTS company had provided a small play area for those too young to access the machines (or wait for a parent to finish losing all their money). There was a small group of toddlers, well past their bedtime, looking cheerful as they played with what was on offer. Jokingly, Robbie wondered if that was the only place he’d be able to get a game of any sort. Still he hadn’t given up hope so continued his search.

Time flew as he watched and moved from game to game assessing what his chances would be if he eventually got a turn but in the end he was disappointed not to get that opportunity. However, as he began to return to his parents he saw a flashing slot machine unoccupied and was about to slip in a coin. However, there was a sign that said in several languages that you had to be over 18 to play them so he was thwarted on even that. He returned with the handful of coins as he had no pockets in his shorts.

~

Robbie was feeling a bit down as he arrived at his parent’s table where they’d finished a second cup of coffee. He handed is dad back the €20 in change.

“Sorry dad, didn’t get a chance to play on anything... it’s very busy.”

“Never mind son, we can keep this for another day,” and handed the pile of coins to his wife to put in her copious bag.

“I think it’s time for us to go.” She got up and checked she had everything and smoothly steered her son off down the street.

As he walked ahead she noticed the enlarged profile of a well-filled nappy under his shorts.

“Sweetie, it looks like you could do with a change” They were passing the entrance to a small hotel “There’s probably a toilet in there we could use...”

“No mum please,” he looked a little bit distressed at the thought, “I can wait until we get home, I mean, back to our hotel.”

“Well, if you’re sure, we might be out for a little while yet, it’s quite a walk, so, are you sure?”

He ran his palms over his bulging shorts and felt how much they’d expanded but meekly whispered that he was fine. The fact is, although he’d peed in them a couple of times since they’d been out, he hadn’t been aware of how much larger they’d become, or, as a result, the slightly more emphasised waddle it gave him.

She nodded but made her mind up that they should head straight back to the hotel and have a relatively early night. Even if Thomas had slept most of the afternoon, her and Robbie hadn’t had chance to catch-up from their very early start.

A word in hubby’s ear and they wandered down to the seafront and began their return journey. They passed many lively bars and expensive (and busy) restaurants, some of which they checked out as possible places to dine another night. On the beach some older teens had set up a raucous game of volleyball, whilst others were kicking a ball about, which of course got Robbie wondering if he could get a game. Every few yards there seemed to be someone selling something - sunglasses (at night?), DVDs, colourful fabric wraps, some offering homemade jewellery, colourful things that got launched into the sky and fluttered down in a series of alternating flashing lights. The air was still but the night was full of noise and cheerful screams of excitement. The place was very much alive.

~

It was just after 10:00pm, and although for some the night was yet young, in truth, Robbie had begun to fade a little. It was very nearly his usual bedtime at home, although his parents had said there was no bedtime, other than the same as theirs whilst on holiday. Although he may have desperately wanted to stay up late and enjoy the sights and sounds of the resort, the early morning start was overtaking his ability to stay awake.

Near the hotel Thomas noticed a supermarket open and nipped in and bought some wine so he and Claire could have a romantic drink on the balcony. Meanwhile, his wife, conscious of Robbie’s drooping nappy, steered him straight to the hotel and up to their room. Both seemed relieved to have some privacy as she led him into the bathroom, which was off their bedroom, and immediately got Robbie to strip down. It didn’t take long for him to be standing in just his shiny vinyl pants that hardly containing the expanded disposable.

“Okay love, let’s get these off,” she said easing everything down, “and then slip into the shower and give yourself a thorough wash... there’s some shower gel hanging on that hook.” She pointed to a large plastic bottle with ‘Lavendar Fresh Gel’ in purple writing and grabbed that. Naked he stepped into the shower, whilst Claire wrapped up the soiled nappy and shoved it in the not very discreet bin (at least it didn’t say ‘nappy disposal’ on the front).

As he showered mum got his night time things ready and toyed with the idea of making sure he wore a thin white onesie she’d bought to hold the nappy in place.

“Did the onesie hold everything up tightly sweetheart?” She asked as Robbie stepped from the shower.

“Yes, it made everything so tight and pulled up but...” the rest was drowned out by him spluttering as an enthusiastically applied towel began to rub him dry.

“OK, well we’ll keep them for when we go out to hold everything in place. So tonight sweetie, let’s get you into these.”

So, from the selection of comfy disposables she chose just a nappy and t-shirt if he preferred. She checked the pull-out bed she’d made up earlier where she’d placed the rubber sheet over the mattress to be on the safe side. A thought occurred - should she have pushed the bed into their bedroom as there was plenty of space. However, leaving it where it was would give them all a little bit of privacy and he'd be in a nappy so wouldn’t need the toilet, which was adjoining their bedroom.

The warm shower hadn’t really woken him up and he still felt shattered as she lay him out on his bed and proceeded to get his night time protection in place. There was no protest, no wriggling about and soon she had him in a very nice thick disposable (with extra soaker pad) and had slipped up a pair of pale pink, semi-transparent plastic pants that were amongst the sets she’d brought. She tugged over a pink t-shirt and asked if he wanted to sit out with her and dad on the balcony or get straight into bed.

He thought about staying up but when dad returned with a bottle of white wine decided it would be wise to give them some privacy and get some sleep. He could hardly keep his eyes open anyway so mum directed him toward where he’d be sleeping, gently stroked his hair and wished him a ‘night-night’.

It was moments like this that Claire had begun to live for, when her son just gave up on trying to be a teenager and just sleepily accepted his place as her sweet innocent little boy. She thought, how today, he’d been everything she could have hoped for. He looked like her best behaved little boy from the moment he got up and she’d put him in a disposable and shorts. He may have wished otherwise but once he was in the clothes she’d decided on he never gave her any real backchat - simply accepted it as what was needed. It had been sad for him that he’d pooped his swimming trunks in the pool but he’d even realised that that was nothing to worry about and that mum would be there to sort it out. And now - his thick rounded padded slinky pink bum looked just the job and was wearing his night time padding without any hint of protest. Of course, he may not have known that any of this was the case but as she tucked the white sheet (it was too hot for anything else) around him and kissed him a final time his muted but sweet “night mum” was all she needed to melt her heart.

He was much more tired than he thought because barely moments after he ran his hand over his slippery pants and thought about just how much padding he was wearing; he gave up fighting his drooping eyes and slipped into a deep and welcoming sleep.

~ tbc ~