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"Good boy! Drink your buh buh so mommy doesn't have to worry when she's shopping." "Mmph," Jerry mumbled as he squirmed in her lap. He sucked on the tip of the bottle, draining the sweet apple juice inside of it. "Good baby. Good boy," his mommy, Jenny, cooed, stroking his back and his hair. He leaned back into her and finished the bottle. "Good baby," she said. She picked him up, and recentered him on her lap so that he was balanced on one knee and facing her. She bounced him a few times, then pulled him in and began patting his back. "Why's that help when you're shopping, mommy?" He asked. He shuffled, luxuriating in the thick padding of his diaper. Double layered, and with two stuffers, it felt like sitting on a cushion. It, along with his baby blue bonnet, matching short blue t shirt with teddy bears printed on it, soft booties, and pacifier, all added to the look of his new role. Finnally, he knew the thick diaper meant he wouldn't need a change for a long time, which was a dangerous notion when his new "mommy" was going out shopping. He burped, then blushed and put a hand over his face. "I can't beleive that actually worked." "Mhmmm," she said and smiled at him. "Lot's of babies like you are suprise at how much I can still treat them like babies." She began bouncing him up and down on her knee, and he bounced along with her, again loving the feeling and sounds of his diaper crushing against him. "So what about the juice?" "Well, Mommy is going shopping and needs to leave her baby behind for a bit." He raised his eyebrows in fake shock. "Not really "treating me like a baby" to leave me behind, Mommy. Seems dangerous. Abusive. Even trial-worthy." She paused her bouncing and patted his backside. "Sometimes we have to make exceptions. Or would you rather I take you out into public with your quadruple thick pampers? I'll tell you what, I'll give you the choice of any of your baby clothes to wear over them and try to hide them. You'll keep your collar on though." He blushed and shook his head. "No no mommy, that's ok!" She resumed bouncing and smiled. "That's what I thought. Don't worry, you'll be plenty safe. Mommy is going to put you down for a nap in your nice and cozy crib, all safe with the roof locked and your hands tied in mittens so my baby doesn't accidently get out and hurt himself, and a pacifier tied into his mouth so he doesn't lose it or accidently cry so loud the neighbours hear." "Gee, thanks mommy," he said, smirking at the selective description of his bondage. "Mhmm. Thought you'd like that. You've had plenty of juice so you won't be thirsty, and you have your extra thick diapies if you need to go potty. You should be fine for a good nap while mommy is gone. I'll be back in an hour or two" Jerry looked down at his diaper. "So if I have to go now..." "Then you'll be sitting in a soggy diaper for a few hours, or a stinky one. You should have been a good baby gone before I changed you into your nap time nappy. Why? Are you holding it in like a bad baby and need a spanking to help?" He forced a massive smile back at her. "That's ok mommy, I'm good!" "Good baby! Thought so! Now," She reached down to the pacifier on his shirt and puts it in his mouth. "Time to go beddie bies!" She lifted Jerry up and cradled him in her arms. Jerry hung on tight as she carried him through the house. Even as a shorter, thin man, he was always baffled by how easily she carried him. "Such a widdle baby! So easy to carry!" She said in a sweet voice, teasing him at his embaressment. She brought him into what was now his bedroom. A full adult sized nursery, with a double sized crib, changing table, bouncer, and piles of toys pastel blue walls, it always made his heart flutter to see. His new life was odd, and often embaressing, but seeing it all at once reminded him of how long he had dreamed of it. Easy days of little to no work, filled with toys and games while everything else was taken care of, wearing cute, comfortable clothes, and of course... He gulped. A few of the other other kinks his Jenny liked to try out on him often using bondage gear. He at a pile of mittens and booties on the ground. "What's that, mommy?" He asked. She put him down on the ground on his bottom, and huffed at the exertion of having carried him. "That's how mommy is going to make sure you're a good baby while she's gone!" She said. "Uhhh huh... I"m just going to go over this way..." he said, and began to crawl away from her. "You come right here, diaper butt!" she shouted. "AUUGGH!" Jerry screamed, and began to crawl as fast as he could. He heard her jog after him, and was tempted to get up on his feet and run, though he knew breaking his role only lead to more punishments. However, before he got far, he felt her grab his ankle. "No no no!" he shouted as she dragged him backward. He kept trying to crawl away and grabbed at the carpet, but felt a hard smack on his behind. "Now now. Behave or Mommy will spank your diapered bottom, babykins," Jenny said. "Hmph," he said. He stopped crawling and turned to face her, but refused to move back. Instead he sat with his arms folded and let her pull him back, sliding on the plastic against the diaper. "I don't think its fair you get to just threaten to spank me whenever we disagree. I am still a grown adult." She rolled her eyes. "SUUURE you are. The only grown adult I know who sits in a diaper and drinks from bottles all day." He blushed. "Anyway, if you don't like it, you can always go back to being a REAL grown adult working your REAL grown adult job like you used to, rather then living off of a more MATURE adult who works while you play with toys." He glared at her, and she watched back, folding her arms in immitation of him. He sighed. Embaressing as his role was, it was still better then working. He put a hand to his collar and pulled the tab that said "Property of Mommy Jenny" toward her. "No, please not that mommy. I know where I belong. I'll be good, mommy," he said. "Good baby. I thought so. Now be still and let mommy get you dressed." "Hmph," he pouted, but didn't fight back as she began to take his soft booties off. He sighed in annoyance. He knew the new footwear he was getting, she had used them on him when she was "crawl training" him, a period which went much faster then his embaressing "diaper training" sessions. It seemed strange to need to be "trained" for such things, but as his "Mommy" pointed out, this was techically now his "job." All "jobs," required training, even if it was being trained in things most people got past by age three. The botties were the same baby blue as his other booties he was already wearing, with the main visual difference being the strings of lace and ribbon she tied securely around his ankle, then the tiny key hole she used to buckle them on. He looked at his right foot. At first, it felt like more of the soft material, but if they were the ones he remembered, that wouldn't last long. He pressed the sole against the ground, yelped, and confirmed what he thought: a series of metal pieces were sewn into the bottom of his booties, each coming to a point against his foot. They weren't sharp enough to cut or to bother him when he was sitting, but they became more then uncomfortable whenever he put weight on his feet, making walking an annoying chore. They were designed to encourage the wearer to crawl, and they worked fantastically well. Next, she had him hold out each hand. She secured them with padded, fingerless mittens, each which locked on with a strap. This meant that not only were his hands useless, but any attempt to yank off his diaper or bootties would become impossible. She kissed him on his forhead. "Say your goodbyes now Babykins, talking time is about to end." He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Goodbye mommy! I love you! I promise to be a good baby and not take my diapies off while you're gone!" He said, repeating the same line he always said when she left. "As if I could with these on!" He held up his mittnes. She giggled. "Good baby, love you too." She pushed a giant pacifier into his mouth and securited it with straps behind his head. She then picked him up and deposited him in his crib, and tucked him in under the sheets. She closed the top of it and locked it, then turned on a mobile of spinning stuffed rabbits and elephants. "Goodnight babykins Jerry! Be a good baby until Mommy is back!" She laughed. "As if you possible COULD misbehave like that. Maybe work on making mommy a present in your diapers while you sleep, it will be good un-potty training." "Mmph," he said from behind his pacifier, and watched as she left. She shut off the main light, leaving him with only the soft night light, and closed the door. Jerry lay back in his crib. The mobile turned over his head, playing "Rock A By Baby" in soft, quiet tones. He looked to his side, and grabbed one of the teddy bears beside him, and turned toward it. If he had to play the role, he figured he may as well play it well and enjoy the "fun" parts of it. In this case, "fun" meant cuddling with soft toys while resting. He closed his eyes. He opened them again. There was a knock at the door. He looked around the room and wondered why Jenny would knock on her own door.

Before you read I would like to warn there is mention of child abuse. There are no descriptions of it, nor does it happen in the story itself. It takes place before the events of the story. While I do not condone or support anyone abusing any child (especially as a victim of child abuse myself growing up), it is a real life issue and helps set the stage for the better things coming Andy's way. *****Jeremy***** The phone rang. Jeremy sitting at his desk in his office at home left his program running on the computer to answer it. "Hello, this is Jeremy how may I help you." This being his professional work line he had no qualms answering the phone with his name. He had a strong masculine voice, but at the same time it had some indescribable quality that just made it sound open and caring. "Hey Jeremy it's Emma down at DCS. I've got a kid that we got notified about a couple of weeks ago. As of today the Judge has taken away all parental rights from his parents pending a full investigation into them. Honestly though I don't believe they will be getting them back." She let out a heavy sigh on the other end of the phone. Jeremy sat back in his chair holding the receiver. In order for the parents to have already had the judge rescind their rights the parents must have been horrible to this kid. "So tell me what's up. Give me the details, and I'm assuming you would like me to foster him until a new home can be found." There was a long pause as a keyboard clicking could be heard in the background of the call. "Well he was brought into the hospital about sixteen days ago on a Monday from his school. They called the ambulance after one of the teachers found he had a broken arm when he came into school that morning. She had noticed he was having difficulty getting his jacket off, and when they were getting off his arms she said he just started crying. That's when she saw his arm was heavily discolored and swollen from the wrist all the way up to the elbow. once the ambulance arrived he was taken to the nearest hospital." She paused for a second here. She had been saying this all in a fairly monotone voice. Reading facts from a screen. Jeremy could tell she was upset by this case. "At the hospital his arm was x-rayed and it was determined that he had a break of both bones in his forearm. Based off the bruising and the way it looked when they examined his arm they estimated it happened around Friday night or Saturday morning. The recovery is projected to take around six to twelve weeks in total. As the they were trying to get him prepped for the doctor a nurse noticed some other marks on the boy as she was running an IV for him. However he fought against her examining him and the nurse let it go for the time." She paused here and Jeremy could hear her take a drink, and let out a sigh. "After setting the bones and casting the arm, the doctors did a full examination of his body while he was still sedated. They found multiple signs of physical abuse." She described what was found to Jeremy. She took a pause here, and Jeremy had time to think. He couldn't understand how anyone could possibly treat any child that way let alone their own. It was simply unthinkable and he could feel his own anger rising at the thought of what this young boy had been through in his short life. After a minute or two Emma finally spoke back up. "Sorry this is hard to even read let alone see the pictures they have of his injuries." She said with a slight hitch in her voice. "I see kids come through all the time, but this is definitely one of the worst cases I have seen." "I get it. It angers me just hearing about it. I'm not sure could handle seeing the pictures." Jeremy said back to her. "Well the hospital of course reached out to us to report the incident. We got in touch with the school and got the contact information for the parents. When we tried calling though we got no answer no matter how many times we tried. Finally I was sent to their residence with a police escort. When we arrived we found the front door left open, and the mother and her boyfriend passed out in their living room floor. They were apparently high based off the paraphernalia we found in the living room around them. The whole place smelled god awful and was a complete mess. I really don't understand how they made it under the radar for so long. Based off the state the boy was in and the fact that the mother is a chronic drug user a judge had little problem doing a temporary removal of parental rights. We have kept him in the hospital the last couple of weeks for monitoring. During that time he has healed well from most of the injuries he had. They have also brought his nutrition level up alot as well. The only issues left really have been his arm which will still have a lengthy recovery time, and an issue with his bladder control." She said the last with some hesitation. Jeremy didn't really understand why, he had already taken fostered a few kids who had issues with bedwetting and such. It wasn't really a big deal. "Well to be honest he doesn't seem to have basically any bladder control at all. The doctors have examined him and from the tests it appears his bladder is very under developed. It can only hold about four ounces, but for his age should be able to hold closer to ten ounces. When they did the urodynamics testing the child indicated to them that he couldn't tell when his bladder was full. The other families we have approached have shied away due to the amount of care and attention the boy will need." She finally wrapped up with. "To top this all off with we can't get him to talk, he hasn't said a single word the entire time he has been in the hospital. The psyche team has been in to examine and talk with him, but haven't been able to get anything out of him. After talking to his teachers we have found this is his normal. Apparently he just doesn't speak to basically anyone, they can rarely get a couple of words out of him in class. Usually they communicate with him just writing out whatever he wants to say. The psychiatrist called it selective mutism. Apparently he is physically able to speak, but for some reason often finds himself unable to. They said the cause is often anxiety or fear, but that it could be basically any emotion that is overwhelming for him that is causing it. Due to these reasons three other families we have reached out to have said they just can't take him. To be honest it's completely understandable too. He needs a placement where he can be the only kid in the house, and with someone who knows and understands how to handle kids with special needs and rough backgrounds." She paused here and didn't say anything for a minute. Jeremy finally spoke after processing for a few minutes. "I'll be more than happy to take him in. When could I meet him?" "Today if you want, he is over at the central hospital off main street. It would be a couple of days before you could take him in as the doctors are still doing a few tests and ensuring everything is ok with him. I figure that should also give you some time to get things set up and ready for him. You will be outside of his current school zone, so you have a couple of options there. Mine would be to take him out of public school altogether for the time being. The state has a great online school program going I think he would be great in. However there is the option of your nearest public school as well. Whatever works best for you and you think will be good for him." She said as she gave him all the details for Andy's situation. "From what you have told me about his school life it might be best to give him a break from all that. I'll talk to him though and see how he feels so we can at least take that into consideration too." Jeremy pushed away from his desk still holding the receiver. Moving to the door he grabbed his key ring from a glass bowl next to his office door and left the room. "Listen I'm going to head down to the hospital now, if you have anymore you would like to fill me in on call my cell." "That should be it. I'll call ahead for you so they will let you up to his room." Emma said, relief tinging her voice. "And thank you, Jeremy, this is going to mean the world to him. He may not realize it yet, but it most definitely will." "Of course, I can't let this boy go on thinking the way things have been for him is how the world is. I've been there and it's not a fun place to be. I just hope I can be what he needs to see him through all of this." With that the two said their goodbyes and Jeremy left the house. *****Andy***** Andy sat up in his bed as a nurse came into his room. Andy is a small boy for being eight years old. After two weeks of the hospital feeding him double and also giving him nutrients through an IV his weight was still only up to twenty eight pounds. Top that off he was only about thirty two inches tall. All the kindergarteners and some of the preschoolers were bigger than him! He got told all the time he looked so cute by all the adults at school though. He had bright green eyes with freckles spread over his nose and under his eyes. His red hair hung down past his ears and constantly got in his eyes. To make it worse the hair curled a bit at the ends. He absolutely hated it. He was a bit groggy and tired most of the time he had been here. The doctors and nurses told him it was because his body was recovering, and the meds they were giving him to help with the pain would make him sleepy. He pushed his hair out of his eyes as he watched the nurse move around the room straightening things up. Though Andy had no idea what she could be straightening. He hadn't been out of his bed but a handful of times since he got here, and it's not like anyone had been to visit him. Not even his mom. Andy loved his mom and just wanted her to be happy, and to be a good boy for her. It seemed like he could never do that though. He waited patiently for what he knew was coming. The nurses always did the same thing whenever they came to his room. They moved around acting like they weren't doing anything to him, and like they weren't even really here for him. He knew though they only came in for one of two reasons. The first was to bring him food, but lunch time had already passed and it wasn't time for dinner yet. The second was for the reason he resented. It was the reason his mom was always mad at him. It was time for him to be changed again. Andy had always had trouble with going pee in the bathroom. He never seemed to know when he needed to go, and often didn't even notice when he had wet himself until someone made fun of him or a grown up yelled at him. His mom was bad about yelling at him, but her boyfriend was even worse. The nurses though had been different. They had been nothing but kind and gentle to Andy the entire time he had been here. They had done the one thing his mother had flatly refused to do, though she had threatened it many times as the worst thing she could do to him. They had put him in diapers from his first night in the ER when he had wet himself multiple times. He had seen the package for the diapers a few times. They kept at least one package in a cabinet to the side of his bed in the children's ward. It was pampers cruisers size six diapers. They were baby diapers, and he fit in them. It made him feel like the baby the kids at school always called him when they made fun of him. He hated school and was dreading going back. He knew he would just be made fun even more now than he had been before. Especially if he had to keep wearing diapers like the doctors said he would need to. He wasn't happy about it, but the doctor had explained the problems out to him. He hadn't understood much of it, but basically he had the bladder capacity of a three year old and the control of an infant. That and the things that told him his bladder was full didn't send the signals the way they were supposed to. It was very demoralizing to be told you were barely better than an infant at something. Finally the nurse came over to Andy's bedside. "Ok, you know what time it is. We gotta get you changed. I'm sure you are quite wet by now. Lets lay back and I can get you changed." With that Andy lay back in the bed. The nurse quickly and efficiently went about her business. She was nice and got Andy to cooperate and even help where he could. Instead of lifting his legs she had him raise his bottom up for her to take the used wet diaper out from under him. While he held himself up she used a warm wet wipe to clean his entire lower region. With a gloved hand she spread some cream on his bottom and his groin. "Now we have to give you some medicine, I'm sorry for this, I know it's not going to be pleasant but it won't hurt. You'll just feel a small bit of discomfort." With that she placed a hand on Andy's stomach, and her other moved to his bottom. He felt a bit of pressure and discomfort from his anus as the nurse pushed a small suppository into his bottom. She was quick and true to her word. It hadn't hurt, but it had made Andy very uncomfortable to have her stick a finger in his bottom. "There all done. Now that is something that will help you go poopy. You haven't had a movement in over a week. That is very unhealthy and the doctor is concerned. It will be unpleasant I know, but as soon as it happens all you have to do is press this button and a nurse will be right in to change you." With that she removed her gloves, and after throwing them in a bin off to the side, slid a fresh diaper under Andy's bottom. She swiftly taped it into place and then pulled his paper hospital gown back down, and his bed sheet up and over his legs to his waist. "Here you watch some TV and we will be back around in just a little bit to check on you." With she left the TV turned to Nick Jr. and Blaze and the monster machines was on. Not having a remote to change it, Andy resigned himself to watching it. *****Jeremy***** Jeremy arrived at the hospital a little later that afternoon. He had stopped at the store to get something that he hoped Andy would like. He went to the front desk and got directions to Andy's room after verifying his identity. He went up to the children's ward from there, and found the room of his soon to be foster child. Andy was sitting at the top of the bed leaning forward with his legs folded criss cross. On the tv up on the wall over the foot of the bed Nick Jr. was playing a show with some dogs on it. Jeremy faintly recognized it from something another kid he fostered like to watch, but just couldn't recall the name. For a few minutes he just stood to the side of the door unnoticed by Andy as he watched the cartoon. He seemed to have gotten sucked into the show as he wasn't noticing anything around him. He sat on the bed in a light blue hospital kind of shirt and a white diaper with some designs on it he couldn't really make out from here. 'He is a cute kid, hair is a little long an unruly, and he was quite small for an eight year old, but otherwise he looked healthy and in good health.' Jeremy thought to himself. He didn't see any of the bruises or marks on him that Emma had told him about, other than the cast on his left arm he could have been just any kid. Suddenly Jeremy felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning he saw shorter dark skinned nurse standing behind him. "Sir, may ask what you are doing?" She said looking at him suspiciously. "Oh sorry I got distracted watching him enjoy the TV show. I'm Jeremy and I am here to meet my new foster Andy." Jeremy followed this by holding his right hand out to shake hers. She took it and shook hands with him. "Sorry was worried you might be the one he was living with for a second. They warned us there was a possibility that the mother or boyfriend might show up and to call for security if they had." She said this with a reassured smile. She was happy it hadn't been one of them. "Well they did let us know you were coming though. If you want you can go in and see him. One of the other nurses gave him some medicine earlier to help him go poop. One of us should be in here before long to check him. If he does happen to go before then you can call the station and one of us will be in to change him." With that she strode off down the hallway and entered the room of another patient. Jeremy turned back to the room and saw Andy sitting on the bed watching him. Seeing this Jeremy came into the room a friendly expression on his face. "Hey, Andy right?" Of course Jeremy knew it was him, and Andy nodded affirmation, but that helped get him engaged from the start. "My, name is Jeremy. I'm here because I got a call this morning that a very special boy needed a safe place to stay at for awhile. I told them I needed to meet you first though so we can make sure you like me. I brought you something down here to keep you company." With that he held out a box to Andy. Andy took the box and looked it over. It was a plain red box with a lid fit over the top. It looked like the boxes he had seen Christmas presents come in on tv shows. "You can open it." Jeremy said reassuringly. Andy removed the lid then and pulled out the item inside. It was a green dinosaur stuffed animal plushie. Andy's face lit up with a big grin. He held it up to the ceiling then pulled it down and hugged it close. Andy loved stuffed animals, and though dragons were his favorite, dinosaurs were a very close second. "I was hoping you would like it. It's all yours as is the tablet in the bottom of the box as well." Andy looked back in the box and sitting at the bottom was a small tablet. "I set it up with an app on there already so you can use it to communicate with." Jeremy moved and squatted down beside the bed next to Andy. Andy already had already turned the screen on and it didn't have a passcode on it yet. Jeremy showed him the two apps he had installed on the tablet. One allowed Andy to type out whatever he wanted to say to someone, and then could be shown to someone to be read or the tablet could speak out what was typed. The other app had a bunch of different squares on the screen with pictures on each. You could touch the picture or a series of pictures for what you want and then the app would make them into a sentence for you. They were really useful and Andy loved it. "Also it can give you something to do while you're stuck here so you're not bored. You can play games, watch videos, or find something to read if you want." Andy had started using one of the apps on the tablet and showed the screen to Jeremy. It read 'Thank you this is really cool.' Jeremy was happy that he could use it and that he liked the gift. It would definitely make things alot easier for the boy moving forward. *****Andy***** Andy loved the tablet and the Dinosaur. It was amazing! He had never had a tablet or electronic before, though he had used one at school a couple of times, and he marveled at how easy it made it for him to let people know what he wanted or was thinking. He and Jeremy talked for awhile about what kind of things Andy enjoyed. He told him how he liked playing with lego blocks, stuffed animals, going outside, and more. He was finding he really like this man who was being so nice to him. Just a short bit after Jeremy had arrived though Andy felt a sharp pang in his gut. The medicine was finally taking affect. After the first cramp the gates opened, and Andy found himself powerless to stop it. With a wet farting noise the poop rushed out into the diaper as Andy sat in terror and shock. It filled every crevice around his bottom and into the middle of the diaper as it seemed to just keep going. It was warm and mushy almost feeling like warm oatmeal. After just a few seconds that felt like an eternity it finally ended, and he was sitting in a full diaper for the first time since he was a toddler. Andy had struggled with controlling his bladder, but he had figured out how to go poop on the potty fairly quickly according to his mom. Now he understood why. He did not like the way this felt at all. He drew up his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them as he started to tear up. Here this man had been so nice to him, but he had just messed himself. He waited for the yelling to start like it always did with his mom when he wet himself. *****Jeremy***** Jeremy knew immediately what had happened. He could see the dirty state of the diaper as Andy sat huddled on the bed with his head ducked into his legs. Instead of saying anything he just sat down on the edge of the bed next to him. Jeremy put his arm around the boy's shoulders and hugged him to his side without a word. Just providing safety and comfort. A nurse walked to the door at that moment and Jeremy held his hand out to stop her. He motioned that everything was ok and to give them a moment. The nurse nodded and headed back into the hallway without a sound. After a couple of minutes Andy's shoulders stopped moving from him crying and Jeremy spoke to him. "Hey its ok. I know it's probably embarrassing to have this happen but it's not your fault. The nurses had to give you some medicine that made you go that's all. It's ok I promise." Sniffling Andy looked up at the bigger man. Seeing that he wasn't mad, Andy stretched his legs back out and picked up the tablet. Quickly he typed out 'not mad at me' and showed it to Jeremy. Jeremy smiled in a way he hoped was reassuring and said, "Of course I'm not mad at you. Why would I be? Like I said it's not your fault." 'Mom was always really mad when I have a accident' he typed out on the tablet. Jeremy positioned himself so he could read it as Andy was typing it out. 'Get punish if have a accident. Teach not to do it again' Jeremy felt a chill followed by a rush of heat at the implications of what Andy had just told him. Schooling himself he kept the emotions from his face or body. "Well I don't think that was right for her to do. You had no control over this due to the medicine. Me punishing you for something you can't control would be wrong." Silently he seethed at the scared look in the young boys eyes. No child should ever have that look. "Look why don't we get the nurse so she can get you cleaned up. While she does that I'll just step out and make a phone call, OK?" Jeremy gave him a questioning look to ensure that he would be ok for the few minutes he would be on the phone Andy nodded and he left the room to get the nurse and make a call to Emma. He was more determined than ever to help this boy, and give him a better life than he had experienced so far. *****Andy***** Andy lay back on the bed waiting for the nurse to come in. It had been a few minutes for him to adjust to his state, and he found he kind of liked the feeling of the poop as it smushed around his bottom. It felt like when he played in mud. It wasn't long before it started to get cold, sticky, and uncomfortable on his backside making his butt itch. Finally a nurse came into the room pushing a cart loaded with supplies. It was a different lady from earlier that he hadn't seen since he had been here. This nurse was an older white lady, she had grey hair, but stood straight moved at a purposeful pace. She came to the side of the bed and opened the cabinet grabbing the package of diapers from the shelf inside. Setting them on the cart she grabbed a folded pad from the bottom of the shelf. Unfolding it she turned to the bed. "Ok now I need you to lift up so I can slide this under you to keep the bed clean." Andy lifted his entire back off the bed holding his weight on his shoulder and his heels. The nurse slid the pad under him, pushing the hospital shirt he wore up around his chest as she did so. "There now this will only take a moment." From there she undid the tapes of the diaper, and slid the front down over his crotch to clean any poop that had smushed up to the front. Without warning the nurse took his ankles in her hand, and unceremoniously lifted his legs straight up in the air. This was an embarrassing position for Andy and felt his face burn as it turned red. He felt like a toddler as she wiped the mess from his bum with the relatively clean front of the diaper. Finally she folded the front down and opened the wipes with one hand as she held his ankles with the other. Taking one out she proceeded to clean his bottom up with the wipes. He liked this part as the wipes were always really warm and felt amazing. It took a few wipes, but eventually his entire bottom was cleaned of the poop. The nurse pulled the dirty diaper and the used wipes from under Andy and lowered his legs back to the bed. The nurse set the used diaper to the side on the cart without rolling it up. Then pulling a fresh diaper from the package she turned back to the bed. Opening the diaper she lifted Andy's legs once more and slid it into place underneath him. Andy had to admit, at least to himself, that the diaper really did feel nice. It was soft and cushiony, and once it was taped up he felt like someone was constantly hugging him. It felt amazing which left him feeling conflicted about them. He found he hoped he could keep wearing them after he went home, but he knew his mom would never allow it. Maybe Jeremy would let him wear them while he stayed with him though. The nurse spread rash cream across his entire diaper area, and finally closed the diaper and secured it snugly around his waist. The nurse stuck a forearm under his back then and lifted his small frame a bit from the bed. With her other hand she removed the bed pad from under him and pulled his shirt back down as she withdrew her hand from beneath him. "There we go all done." From here she moved to the cart with the soiled diaper. There she picked up the diaper and a small container. With this she dumped as much of the poop into the container as possible before closing the container and sealing it with some sticker. "What's that for?" Andy turned to see Jeremy had come back into the room. He watched quizzically as the nurse was working. "The doctor wanted a stool sample to make sure there wasn't anything more going on with his constipation. It's most likely just from the pain meds, but he would rather be safe." She moved and put the package of diapers back in the cabinet then pushed the cart back out of the room. Jeremy moved over to the bed and sat on the edge next to Andy. "Well I just got done talking to your case worker at DCS. You are gonna come stay with me for awhile. Do you think you would like that?" Andy nodded his head enthusiastically. He really liked this guy so far and hoped staying with him would be fun. Jeremy sat next to him and talked about everything he could think of. From what they could go out and do to have fun, and what his house looked like. They spent alot of time like that. Eventually they ran out of things to talk about and just sat in silence and watched Nick Jr. on the TV. Eventually the nurse came back in with dinner for Andy. She sat the food tray down on a table thing then rolled it over until it reached over the top of the bed. Then left the room saying she would be back in a bit to get the tray. Jeremy removed the lid from the plate on the tray to reveal some chicken strips, green beans, and mac and cheese. There was also a small roll, and a glass of apple juice. Andy ate with relish enjoying the food. He quickly finished the plate off and sat back. Leaned back as he was the front of his diaper was completely exposed. Jeremy examined it and noticed the yellow wetness indicator down the middle had turned completely blue. He got up off the bed and walked around to the cabinet. Andy watched him curiously the entire time. Jeremy reached down into the cabinet and pulled out some wipes and a fresh diaper, and turned back to the bed. He moved the table to the side away from the bed. "Hey buddy, you are quite wet there, how about we get you changed into a fresh diaper?" He asked, but it was more than a simple request. "You just need to scoot down a bit and lay back for me." Andy had gotten used to the nurses coming in and changing him, but he wasn't sure how he felt about Jeremey changing him. It felt more embarrassing somehow. After a moments hesitation though he followed the instructions and lay back for Jeremy. He quickly undid the diaper, removed it, cleaned up Andy with some wet wipes, and then secured a fresh diaper on him. Andy felt safe and secure the entire time. The rest of the evening went well as the two sat and talked about all kinds of things. Eventually Jeremy Asked Andy if he liked books, when Andy nodded he did, Jeremy asked if he would like him to read one. After he again nodded, Jeremy took the tablet and pulled up a picture book. "Now, this is one of my favorite books from when I was a child. It's called the very hungry caterpillar." Jeremy read this book and two more to Andy, but by the last one he was getting tired and his eyelids were starting to droop. Until finally they shut completely and he dozed off. *****Jeremy***** As he got about halfway trough the third book he realized that the young boy at his side was fast asleep. He had fallen asleep hugging the new dinosaur toy. He looked peaceful and happy, and Jeremy hoped he could get up without waking him. It had gotten late as they had sat talking. He had learned a lot about the young one in this time and had started to make plans for them for the next few weeks. He had already called Emma earlier and confirmed he would take Andy in with him. He just needed to spend a couple more days in the hospital while the doctors ran a couple more tests. Then he would come to stay with him. Possibly as his forever home. Jeremy was excited and nervous at the same time. He needed to go home and get some things settled and ready for Andy. Carefully he got up from the bed, plugged in the tablet to charge, and left the room. He let the nurses know Andy was asleep, and that he would be coming back to visit tomorrow. He left the hospital, made a stop at the local Walmart. He had finally remembered the show Andy had been enjoying was called Paw Patrol. He got some bedding supplies and kids towels in with those printed on them. From there he moved over to the baby aisle and stocked up on rash cream, baby oil cream, and powder. Lastly he looked at the diapers. There he found that Luvs had a print currently going which also featured the paw patrol show. He grabbed a case of size 6, and moved to the checkout. After checking out Jeremy drove home and went into the bedroom he regularly used for foster kids. There he unpacked the items and made up the bed with the items. He stored the box of diapers and supplies on a set of shelves built into the closet. He figured he might get something better latter on though. Afterwards he went online and began to look up things that Andy might enjoy doing. During their talk he has found that the boy had basically never went anywhere except the store, school, and where he lived. Jeremy planned to correct this. Every kid deserved to have trips and do things they would enjoy. He planned to give Andy a lot of new experiences. Chapter 2 A few days passed, and it was finally the day Andy would get to leave the hospital. He was excited but also anxious about going to stay with Jeremy. He knew it would be better than going back to his mom. He didn't even want to think about how mad she would be about this whole situation. His arm had started bothering him over the last few days as the Dr's had the pain meds slowly lessened. It still bothered him to think about it. He had been so scared the night it happened. He had never seen his mom that angry with him, and her boyfriend had tripped him when he tried to run from her angry tirade. He had tried to catch himself, but when he held his arm out, he felt a sharp pain as he impacted the floor. His mom had repeatedly hit him with the belt after that. He didn't blame her, though. If he was a better son and behaved, she wouldn't have to discipline him. That's what her boyfriend always told him. He said if Andy would just stay out of the way and quiet like a good boy, there wouldn't be any issue. It especially made her mad when Andy wet himself and needed help cleaning himself. That's what the punishment that night had been for. He had stayed in his room all that weekend to avoid her. His arm had really bothered him, and he had struggled immensely to get ready for school that Monday. He couldn't wait til his arm was healed. Maybe then his mom would take him back, and things would be better this time. He really loved his momma no matter what she did. The nurses knew this despite all she had put him through. He didn't know any different, though. They really hoped Jeremy would be able to provide him with a better home. They had grown to love this little boy over the weeks he had remained in their care. He was such a ball of joy once he had gotten to trust them. They didn't care that he struggled to talk. He smiled whenever they came into his room now rather than looking at them with wariness in his eyes. Jeremy had spent nearly every waking hour in the room with the child. Even when he had to work, he would bring his laptop and sit with him. It was such a beautiful thing to the nurses. This man who didn't owe the child anything. Was of no relation to him, but wouldn't let the boy remain here alone and scared. It seemed to help Andy come further out of his shell, and by the last couple of days, he had tried to talk in halting and stuttering words. The doctors claimed that with some time and therapy, he would most likely be able to communicate verbally without trouble. Jeremy was happy when they told him this as it meant that Andy would have one less struggle in his already complicated young life. Jeremy had planned out the next couple of weeks to make Andy as happy as possible and help him be more comfortable. He couldn't wait to take him out of the hospital at last. He had finished setting up the bedroom for him and hoped he loved it. *****Andy***** Andy was super excited to finally be getting to leave the hospital. The nurses had been really nice to him, but he really didn't like the food here, and he was insanely bored of sitting in bed all the time. At home, he rarely got to watch TV, so he enjoyed the novelty of that at first, but it had worn off after the second week straight. Looking forward to being able to go home with Jeremy, he tried his best to get dressed. He found it was difficult with his arm in a cast. It went from halfway up his upper arm, all the way over his wrist to the bottom of his fingers. He couldn't bend his elbow or close his hand fully. This caused him to struggle with pulling a shirt down or securing his pants. Finally, he gave up trying. He had his shirt over his right arm and over his head but couldn't figure out how to get his left arm in it. His pants were up, but he couldn't get the button secured without the use of both hands. The diaper didn't help as it made the jeans tighter than what he was used to. Sitting on the side of the bed, he resigned himself to wait for help and watched more TV. He found that he really enjoyed watching Paw Patrol, sunny patch friends, little bear, Blaze and the monster machines, and many other shows that came on Nick Jr. He no longer cared what the other kids would think of him watching "baby" shows. He enjoyed them, and he felt that was all that mattered. After a short while, a nurse came in to check on him. "Well, I never, look at you. Half dressed and lots of places to go. Do you need some help there?" She asked, pointing at his clothes. Andy nodded and stood from the bed. She first took the bottom of his shirt and rolled it up with the hole for his arm. She slipped this easily over his cast and pulled the shirt down to his waist. "Now, has your diaper been changed since this morning?" She asked, raising a single eyebrow in question. "No." Andy muttered in a low shy voice. "Well, we gotta take care of that before you get all dressed. Don't want it to leak out on your clothes." With that, she guided him back onto the bad and had him lay down. She lowered his pants to his ankles and turned to his bedside cabinet. Opening it, she didn't see the diaper where they usually were. "Now, where have your diapers gone off to?" She said, looking back at Andy. He pointed over to his bag, sitting on a chair in the corner. He had already been packing everything up to leave. He really was ready to get out of the hospital. She moved over to his small duffel bag and pulled out the pack of pampers size 7 diapers. After removing one and coming back to the bed, she unfolded the diaper and set it to the side. She proceeded to undo the tapes on his wet diaper and pull it open. She lifted his legs by the ankles and proceeded to pull the used diaper out and clean him up with a couple of wipes. After that was done, she placed the fresh diaper under his bottom and, after lowering his legs, taped it snugly into place. "There you're all clean and ready to go home." With this, she helped him stand up and secure his pants. "But I'm not going home. I'm going to stay with Mr. Jeremy at his house." He said a bit confused at her statement. The nurse had slipped a bit here. Since Andy didn't know he was going to be living with Jeremy for the foreseeable future. Jeremy had asked the nurses not to say anything as he didn't want Andy to get upset about not being able to go home to his mom. "Oh my bad, I just mis-spoke, hunny. Just habit to say you're going home when you leave." She said with a reassuring smile. "I'm sure you're gonna have all kinds of fun. Jeremy seems like a really nice guy." Andy nodded excitedly, "We are gonna have lots of fun. He said we would get to go to the fair, and he would take me to the zoo and the park." The nurse zoned out a bit as she bustled around the room, making sure her patient had everything and straightening up everything. Andy kept listing off places he had never been, but that he and Jeremy had talked about going to see. He was very excited to be able to finally enjoy all these things. Eventually, he ran out of places, though, and silence filled the room. "Well, it sounds like you have a lot of adventures ahead of you. Jeremy should be here shortly, and then you can finally get out of here and start on all those adventures." The nurse said to Andy as she turned away from the bed. "Why wait? We can get going right now." Jeremy was standing in the doorway. He had come in on the tail-end of Andy's long list. With a shout of joy, Andy jumped up from the bed and ran over to Jeremy. "Really? We go now?" "Of course, I've already finished the paperwork, and we are ready to go. Just gotta grab your things, and we are out of here." He walked over to the chair and grabbed the small duffel bag, holding everything Andy currently had. DCS had gotten him a few changes of clothes from his home. Unfortunately, most of what he had was ragged and barely acceptable as clothing. Most of the shirts were too small, and the ones that weren't often had holes all in them. He only had one pair of pants at the time, and it had holes in the legs and seat of them. Eventually, they had only been able to get a couple of t-shirts and one pair of shorts that were in acceptable condition for him. Once Jeremy had learned of this, he had taken it upon himself to get a couple sets of clothes for him to choose from to wear when he left. The bag was light. All it had in it was the tablet, a single pair of clothes, a pack of diapers the hospital provided for Andy, a small pack of wipes, and a tube of rash prevention ointment. Holding the bag, he walked back to Andy at the doorway. "Say goodbye to the nice nurses, and we will head out of here!" He said with a grin. Andy immediately lit up with a big grin and looked to the nurse. "Tank you for caring for me." He said, sounding younger than his 8 years. "No problem, Lil guy. You behave and stay out of trouble, hear?" She said as she tousled his already disheveled hair. He really would need to get him a good haircut, Jeremy thought to himself. Then the two left the room. Andy said bye to the nurses at the desk. A male nurse then handed him a small lollipop as they turned to leave. Andy immediately opened it and stuck it into his mouth as they walked to the elevator. Before long, they were in the parking garage and heading over to a small dark blue hatchback car. Jeremy opened the back door and tossed the duffel bag into the rear area of the car. Then he turned to Andy and picked him up under the arms. Lifting him, he turned and set him down in a car seat. It was a nice seat, Andy thought to himself. It was well cushioned and soft, and when Jeremy buckled the harness together, it was snug and not tight on him. He looked at Jeremy in confusion, though. He was 8, and 8 year olds weren't supposed to be in carseats like a baby. At least, that's what his mom said. "Sorry dude, it's the rules. DCS said I had to have a carseat for you. You're just too small to be without one. They said you have to be at least 4 foot 9 inches to be out of a booster seat. We also got to get some weight on you. You're only about 33 lbs right now and just over 3 feet tall. For your height and weight, this is the best seat I found that is appropriate. I know it sucks, but it is what it is. Safety is more important, ok?" Andy looked thoughtful, then just shrugged and nodded. He didn't really mind the seat. He just hadn't understood why he needed one now when his mom hadn't made him sit in one for a long time. "Can I have the tablet?" He asked Jeremy. So he reached back over the seat and grabbed the bag. Opening it, he quickly found the tablet and handed it to him. "Tank you." Andy said with a grin. Jeremy shut the door and got in the driver seat. Jeremy lived a bit out of the city, so it would take them about an hour to get there. Andy happily played on the tablet through the ride. After a while, he felt a cramp in his stomach. "Mr. Jeremy, I need to go poopy!" He said as the cramp worsened. "We are about 10 minutes from the house, buddy. There's nowhere to stop here, though. Try to hold it, but if you can't, that's OK. It's what the diaper is for." Andy looked out the window and saw open fields of grass that were fenced in. He didn't like to poop in the diapers. It felt weird and wrong to him. Most of his time in the hospital, they had allowed him to use the toilet for his poops once he stopped needing medicine for being constipated. After a couple more minutes of holding it, he lost the battle. With a small fart he felt the poo push out into the diaper. It quickly filled the seat of the diaper and squished into the middle. Being strapped into the carseat, he didn't have very far he could move. As such, it squished up into the front some before he finished. As he sat there, he felt the mushy mess on his backside and cringed a bit. He was glad it wasn't on the new clothes he had gotten, but he still did not care for the sensation at all. "You feel better now, bud?" Jeremy asked, looking at Andy in the rearview mirror. Andy nodded dejectedly as he tried to focus back on his tablet and ignore the sensations. "We are about to turn in the driveway. As soon as we get in, I'll take you straight to your room to get changed. Okay?" Andy nodded, feeling a bit better, knowing he wouldn't have to sit in the mess for long. Soon, they turned into a long driveway, just as Jeremy had said. It was a gravel driveway, though, and this caused Andy to bounce around in his seat. As he bounced, he could feel the poo being mushed around his butt and further up into the front of his diaper. This made him uncomfortable, and he would be really happy to have this diaper off. Finally, after passing through a row of thick trees, the house came into view. Andy's mouth got big as he looked out at what he thought was a mansion. In reality, it was just a newer style of the old farmhouse look. But to Andy, who had only lived in the city in small apartments, it was gigantic. Jeremy pulled up to the side of the house and got out. Then, opening the back door, he unbuckled Andy and carried him inside and upstairs to the bedrooms. There, he opened the first door to the right. Inside the room was painted a clear ocean blue color, on the walls were hanging lots of dinosaur decor. There were two dressers, each a white color, one that was tall and had 5 drawers, the other was long with six really wide drawers. On top of the tall dresser was a statue of a Triceratops and a couple of pachycephalosaurs on each side of it (for those who don't know the pachycephalosaurus is the "head-butting" dinosaur). On the long dresser was set a thick pad, and at the end was a hanging piece filled with diapers, lotion, powder, and wipes. On the opposite side of the room was a twin bed. The bed was a dinosaur cover and a pillowcase with a T-Rex roaring on it. "I decorated this room with dinosaurs. I know you said you liked dinosaurs, so I hoped you would like this. Do you?" Jeremy asked, still holding Andy in his arms. Andy nodded with a big grin. He didn't just like it. He LOVED it. He had never had his own room, let alone one decorated in a way he liked. From there, Jeremy laid him on the changing mat and proceeded to undo his pants. Pulling them down and then off, he revealed the heavily soiled diaper. He could see from the outside, the brown had moved up into the front of the diaper. This was a big mess. Instead of changing him, Jeremy had him sit up and remove his t-shirt. "OK, change of plans, big guy. We are instead going to go get in the bathtub and clean you up that way." He then picked Andy up under the arms and carried him through the house to the hallway bathroom on his hip. There, he placed Andy on the toilet. This room was a light grey color. On the toilet lid was a dark blue padded cover that had a picture of the paw patrol on it. The rug in front of the tup also had chase and rubble on it. Andy thought this was really cool as he looked around. On the counter next to the sink was a soap dispenser that was shaped like Marshall, and hanging from the towel rack was a kids towel with Chase on it. You could tell this was meant to be a kids' bathroom. After getting the water right, Jeremy picked up Andy and stood him in the shower. There, he removed the diaper, wiping as much mess off as possible. Turning, he threw the diaper in a small bin next to the toilet. He then used the handheld sprayer to wash the mess off of Andy. After being thoroughly scrubbed down and cleaned off, Jeremy hung the sprayer back up in the shower head. "Now you ready to get out, or would you want to play in the water for a bit?" Andy thought about it for a second. He had never really had the opportunity to play in the bathtub. His mom has always just quickly washed him and made him get out. He was interested, but though he would rather wait. He was too excited to explore the rest of the house. "No, want out." He said. He was anxious and nervous and wanted to explore to hopefully alleviate some of that feeling. Jeremy grabbed the towel and wrapped it around Andy, drying him off, then lifting him out of the tub with it. He reached behind Andy and grabbed something. Coming back forward, he pulled something up over his head. As they moved past the mirror, Andy could see it was hood that came up as part of the towel. On the top was a pair of rounded dog ears set on what looked like Chase's police helmet. Andy giggled a bit at the sight, but he absolutely loved it. They walked back over to the first bedroom, where Jeremy picked him back up and set him on the dresser. There, he proceeded to put a fresh diaper on Andy. Andy was conflicted about this. The nurses had said he had to wear them while at the hospital. He assumed that meant he could go back to normal underwear after he got out. He wanted to be normal and wear underwear like a big kid, but at the same time, he really liked the way the diapers felt. Plus, he hated the way his pants felt when he would accidently wet them. "Why diapur? Nurthe said only for hothpital." Andy asked his nervousness, making his speech even worse in the moment. "Well buddy, that's because you need them. The doctors told me about the accidents you were having and the tests that ran to try to find the problem. What they found was that your bladder just wasn't developed enough to hold much in it, and your nerves aren't transmitting when you need to use the bathroom they way they should. Do you understand what all that means?" Andy had understood some of it but was confused about some parts. So he shrugged his shoulders, not sure what to say. "Well, do you know what telephone wires are?" Andy nodded at this they had learned about telephone lines in school. Though they rarely got used anymore since people mostly used cellphones now. "Well, think of it like this. Your internal organs are kind of like their own buildings. The nerves are like telephone wires that lead from those buildings to a main building, which is the brain, so they can tell it what is going on. Make sense so far?" Andy nodded following along. "Well, in your case, the bladder buildings telephone wires aren't working correctly. Due to this, the message about when your bladder is full isn't making it to the brain all the time. That's why you have accidents without knowing you need to go to the bathroom." Andy started to tear up a bit at this. Did that mean he would never be able to use the bathroom like everyone else? He wasn't sure how to feel about all this. "Hey, it's OK, it's not something you can control. The doctors hope that as you grow and get bigger that things will kind of work their way out and start to operate properly. They said that since you aren't retaining your pee, then it would be best to just keep you in diapers. That way you won't wet your clothes and no one has to know about your problems." With that, he grabbed a diaper from the end of the dresser. Andy saw that it was slightly purple and had pictures of all the paw patrol dogs on it. "Now let's get you into this diaper, then you can go check out the house and play. OK?" Andy nodded. After a couple of weeks wearing the diapers, he decided he preferred them to wearing wet clothes or a wet bed. Quickly, with a practiced hand, Jeremy got Andy into a fresh diaper. He used some baby oil to help protect his skin and then sprinkled some powder on him to help keep his skin soft and comfortable in the diaper. Then he closed the diaper up and helped Andy down to the floor. Then, moving to the closet, he grabbed out a shirt with Pokémon on it. Pulling it over Andy's head first, he then helped him get his arms through the holes. Then he took Andy's good hand and walked towards the door. Andy, however, tugged back. "Wha bou pans?" He asked with a worried expression. "You mean pants?" Jeremy asked, unsure. Andy nodded quickly. He may be OK with the diaper, but what if someone saw him in one. He would get made fun of then. "Aww, you don't need pants, buddy." He said with a grin, then with a serious look he thought for a moment. "Are you worried about someone seeing your diaper?" Andy nodded, looking at the floor. "You ain't gotta worry about that. I don't have any nearby neighbors who could see you. We are surrounded by trees. Besides what's it matter if they did. I wouldn't let anyone mess with you. You're my new and best little buddy no matter what." He said the last with a tickle to Andy's stomach, making him laugh and giggle some. "But I need to be able to easily see if you're wet. That way, I can get you changed when needed. No pants are the easiest way to do that. Don't worry if we leave the house you will have pants though. Is that ok?" He asked the last, but Andy was sure it wouldn't matter if he was OK with it. Thankfully, his fears had been quietened with Jeremy's reassurances. With that, Jeremy took him downstairs and showed him around the house. There was a big living room with a TV on the wall over a fireplace and a couch opposite it. The kitchen was huge with lots of silver appliances. The counter tops were a dark grey marble like surface with white veins. The fridge had two doors and was fully stocked with lots of food and juice boxes. There was a pantry where Jeremy kept lots of kid snacks for when he had Foster kids as well. It had little bags of goldfish, fruit gummies, and lots of other individual snacks. There was a den that led to the back porch on the other side of the kitchen. In there were a bunch of kid toys ranging from toddler toys up to action figures and transformers for older kids. From here, Andy could see out the big bay window to the large backyard. Jeremy had one of the really cool swing sets back there that looked like part of a pirate ship. It was sitting under a massive oak tree, and in the tree was a large tree house just waiting for Andy to play in it. He had fantasized about what it would be like to have a tree house, everything he saw one in a show or movie. He ran to the window, pressing his hands and face to it. "Wooooooowwwww!" He exclaimed a huge grin on his face. "Yea, there is a lot to do out back there. The property is fully fenced in with a 9 foot tall fence, so no one else can get back here without coming through the house. More importantly, no one can see you playing out here so you can be dressed however you need to be while playing, and not have to worry about being seen. I only have one rule for you, though. You can't play in the tree house without me or someone bigger out there with you. It would be too easy for you to fall and get hurt, and we don't want that." Jeremy gave him a stern look with this last, and Andy nodded that he understood. "Good. Now how about we make some lunch." At the thought of food, Andy's stomach let out a big growl. "Well, it sounds like someone is about to starve over here. How would you like my famous one of a kind grilled cheese sandwich?" Andy giggled as he was tickled some more. Then nodded. After all the nasty hospital food, a grilled cheese sounded awesome! "With that, I'll make up some fries too. Sound good?" Andy nodded again, then ran to the kitchen. Jeremy cooked up lunch for the two of them then, after Andy demolished the entirety of what he had, they went back upstairs. Up there, Jeremy showed him a large open room to the right of the stairs. In it was a desk with a computer setup, a TV on the wall with shelves mounted below it, bean bag chairs, a cloth thing mounted to the ceiling with a seat pad inside Jeremy called it a pod indoor swing, and a small wall shelf to the side of the TV with some books and various controllers on it. On the shelves under the TV were the newest game consoles. Andy had never really played video games very much, but he couldn't wait to try them. "This is the game slash entertainment room for kids when they stay with me. You can play on whatever you want. There are lots of games available for download on each console. If there is a game that you find you want and it's not available on there, just let me know, and we will look at it together to see if it's appropriate for your age. If it is, I will get it for you." With this, he sat on the floor next to Andy. "Now we do need to talk about something else. I have to get you enrolled in school out here. I have a few options for you with this. The first is the public school here. It's not the greatest, but it's not the worst, especially when you take into account that we are outside the city and it's just a rural county school. The second is a special school where they help kids like you who have extra needs. They could help you with your speech, or just with alternative ways to communicate like the tablet we used. Last is online homeschooling. This desk would be your school computer, and you would be able to stay here all day in a safe environment. This option is the safest, but I also feel it limits you on meeting other kids your age." He watched Andy the entire time he was explaining these and saw the excitement over the second choice, and even more excitement over the third. "I see you like the latter two better, so we will go ahead and skip the public school altogether. Now I would like you to at least come with me to see the other school, and meet some of the teachers there. If you like it we will try it first. If you don't like it, or we don't think it will be a good fit, we will just come right back here and do the homeschooling." Andy nodded his acceptance of this. He thought the idea of homeschooling would be the best, but he did want to make friends, so maybe the actual school would be better. He was willing to give it a shot, at least. "tHas oK." He managed to get out. The Th sound came out with more emphasis on the H than the T. "Good, I'm glad you're excited. It won't be for a few more days, but I will get everything set up, and we will go check it out. By the way, where is your tablet?" He asked, noticing he didn't have it with him. "N car. E dea." Andy said. "OK, well, I'll get it here in a bit and put it on the charger. First, there is one more room I want to show you. I wasn't sure how you would feel about it, so I made up both rooms for you and thought I would let you pick." With that, he led Andy down the hallway past the stairs, bathroom, and the first bedroom to one last room. Opening the door, he let Andy walk in. Inside Andy found a room made for a toddler. The entire room was paw patrol themed. With a chest/shelf that had balls, giant Legos, blocks, and other toys in it. A playset table and chairs with a bin that held playdough in it against the wall. Underneath were some more bins with coloring books and crayons filling them. The hardwood floor had a large rug over it that was striped with multiple shades of blue, and lastly, it was another twin bed. But instead of dinosaurs, this one had paw patrol themed covers and sheets on it. The bed had been modified as well to look like a toddler bed with rails that raised up higher than the bed on either side. The headboard, footboard, and rails all also had pictures from paw patrol shows and movies on them. Andy felt confused and conflicted about the room. He thought it was so cool, but also felt that he shouldn't like it cause he was too old for this stuff. He just wasn't sure how he was supposed to feel, but he knew he did like all this stuff. He would definitely like for this to be his room. "So what do you think? Do you like it?" Jeremy asked Andy as he walked around the room. Andy turned to him from the foot of the bed and just kinda shrugged his shoulders while giving him an odd look. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, moving over and kneeling down next to him. "Ooo ol. Shoud hav ig oy suff." He said this but looked more and more dejected as he said it. "Hey, you are never too old for things you enjoy. If you like this stuff, then that it ok. If you don't, then you don't have to stay in here." Andy looked up startled, "I like. Jus don wan be weer." He said, lowering his head back down with each word. It took Jeremy a few seconds to figure out what was said, but then he replied. "Aw hell, everyone is weird. The ones who say they aren't are just miserable from trying to hide the things that make them weird and happy." He laughed as he said this. "Look, nothing you like or want will make me think you are weird. I just want you to be happy. I just thought you would like this stuff with how much you seemed to like the show in the hospital." "bU, is a bayee sow." He said, looking up at Jeremy. "No, it's just a TV show. It is made for people to enjoy and maybe teach a few life lessons like how to treat one another. There is no age limit on the show, though. You can enjoy it at any age. But even if it was a baby show, it wouldn't matter to me. You could still watch it and enjoy it. Heck, you could use pacifiers and drink from bottles for all I care. As long as you are happy and healthy, that is what matters most to me." He smiled at Andy, and finally, Andy smiled back. It was small at first but quickly grew as he processed everything that Jeremy had said. Then he threw his arms around Jeremy's neck and gave him a hug. Something he hadn't done with anyone in a long time. Shocked at first, Jeremy patted him on the back a few times and then gave him a small squeeze back. "Fank ou." Andy said with his head buried in his shoulder. "I wil seep here." He said as he let go and pulled back. "OK, well, I'll move the dressers into here then, and you can go play downstairs. We will keep the other room done up just in case you wanna switch back or if we have company over." Andy nodded in acknowledgment and took off downstairs. He immediately went for the playroom that led outside. With a quick look, he made sure that there really wasn't no one in sight, then took off out the door for the swing set. He played there for a couple of hours, going up and down the slide, swinging, and having a few pirate adventures aboard his ship. Finally he was getting bored so he went inside to the toy room. There, he played with a mixture of the action figures from TV shows and games and the more toddler like toys like a bus with shaped holes and figures from various young children shows. He had a lot of fun mixing the different toys together and making his own stories with them. Finally, after playing for a couple more hours, his stomach started growling at him again. Looking up, he realized the sun was going down outside. Getting up, he went to find Jeremy. Eventually, he found him in an office room that was next to the front door of the house. "I hungy." Andy said as he moved up to Jeremy's desk. "Hey there, I was just thinking about what we should get for dinner. Time got away from me while I was catching up on some work. I don't think I will have enough time to make anything. How about we. Order. Some. PIZZA." He said the last with an exclamation of excitement. Andy jumped up and down, nodding his head. He LOVED pizza. "OK, so do you like anything on your pizza or just cheese?" "Cheeze." Andy said with a grin. "OK, well, I'll order that, and it will be here in just a bit." With a few quick keystrokes, he sent the order off to the pizza place. Then he stood up and walked around the desk. Looking down at Andy, he could see his diaper was full nearly too bursting. So, picking him up, he carried him up the bedroom. As they entered the bedroom, Andy saw that both dressers had been moved in here along with the dinosaur decorations that had been on top of it. And before Jeremy turned on the lights and could see that the horns on the Triceratops were glowing in the dark. It looked so cool! He thought to himself. Jeremy laid him on the changing dresser and proceeded to remove the wet diaper. The outside of which was brown with dirt and mud from Andy playing outside in it. Quickly, he got him changed into fresh diaper. Then, he carried him back downstairs. He deposited Andy on the couch in the living room and turned on the TV. "How about you watch a movie. How about the new toy story?" Andy nodded his head adamantly, so Jeremy turned it on and went back to work. After a short while, the doorbell rang, and Andy jumped up and ran to the door excited for some pizza. He had totally forgotten how he was dressed till he was standing there in the doorway next Jeremy with a pizza delivery lady handing him the pizzas. "Aww, look at this cutie. He is so handsome." She said as she bent down to him. She was a fairly short lady, with cropped brown hair, and dazzling green eyes. She looked like she was maybe 19 or 20 to Jeremy, but looked like any other grown up to Andy. Andy felt immediately hesitant and hid behind one of Jeremy's legs. "Don't worry about him. He takes a bit to warm up to new people." "Well darn. Now, who am I supposed to give this to?" And seemingly from nowhere, she produced a dumdum sucker. Holding out to Andy, he saw it was watermelon flavored. Hesitantly, he reached out and received it from her. "Tank ou." He said as he turned and ran off down the hallway, embarrassment coloring his face. Jeremy talked with the delivery lady for a few more minutes, then closed the door and brought the pizza to the kitchen. Then called Andy to come eat. They sat in a couple of stools at the island and ate together. Jeremy told him everything he had learned about the school they were going to go check out. Jeremy had even already gotten an appointment for Monday to have a tour. Andy felt both so excited he could barely contain it and so nervous it made his belly feel like it was doing flips. He really hoped it would be a good school. Preferably without any mean kids there. *****Jeremy***** After they finished eating, Jeremy put up what was left of the pizza in the fridge. Then, carrying Andy, he went back to the living room. There he found a Disney movie and they sat and watched it. About halfway through, Andy fell fast asleep leaning into Jeremy's side. He looked so cute and peaceful, he thought. He almost didn't want to disturb him, but he could see that it was time for another diaper change. Picking Andy up didn't cause him to stir at all, and Jeremy was able to take him upstairs and lay him on the changing table before he groggily came awake. "Shhhh gonna get you changed then you can go back to sleep." Quickly he changed out the wet diaper for a clean one. He took an extra step here though and pulled a pair of black shorts up his legs. At the waist was two lengths of cloth that velcroed together snugly. "This will keep anything from leaking on the bed. Now let's get you tucked in for the night." With that he got Andy laid out and under the covers with them pulled up to his chin. Lastly before he left he reached over and turned a switch on the Triceratops. The horns lit up with a low soft glow. This gave a gentle light to the room much like a nightlight would. Turning back he saw that Andy was already back to sleep. He left the room leaving the door cracked and made his way downstairs. There he spent some time on his computer. He would flick back and forth between doing work for a few minutes and then looking things up to take Andy to. He ended up finding a few events he thought Andy would absolutely love and buying tickets for them. Lastly he got some appointments made for him and finished up what he needed to do for work. Then looking at the clock he saw it was already after 11. That little scamp is probably gonna be up bright and early. I better turn in or I won't be in any shape to handle him in the morning. He thought to himself. He grabbed the tablet and its charger off his desk, and with that he went upstairs. He quietly hooked the tablet up in Andy's room and left tit to charge overnight. Then, he went to his room, took a shower, and turned in for the night.

Darren sat at his desk at school. The teacher was up front, going over sentence structure. Hating the language classes more than any other Darren quickly grew bored and zoned out. In his head, he was flying through the air, heading downtown to fight crime. He always loved to imagine himself as a superhero. Everyone loved superheroes. But alot of the other kids made fun of Darren. Darren was very small for his age. At nine years old, he was still only just over three feet tall and weighed in at only thirty-seven pounds. He was smaller than most of the kindergarten kids. He also had a problem with wetting himself. He didn't do it all the time. Often, he would find himself so engrossed in something he was doing that he just didn't feel the need to go. Then he would suddenly find he was wetting himself. It happened at school a few times, and the other kids never forgot about it. Bullies regularly taunted him. As such, no one wanted to be friends with him for fear of getting bullied. "Darren!" His teacher slapped a long ruler down on the desk. This caused Darren to jump, and he immediately felt his bladder give way. A puddle formed under his seat, then slowly dripped to the floor. Sighing, the teacher walked to his desk and then returned. "Go to the nurse." Holding out a small red bookmark shaped object. In big gold letters, it read hall pass. Taking the hall pass, Darren got up and left the room with his head down. He heard many other kids giggling as he left. Darren made his way through the empty halls down to the main office where the nurse was always stationed. Behind the main desk was a younger lady than usual. She was standing at the printer, waiting on the papers to come out. She had short brown hair, lightly freckled pale skin, and was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses. She looked up as Darren entered the office with sharp blue eyes. Taking in his appearance, her face softened a bit in a motherly way. Coming around the desk, she said, "Oh dear, let's get you into the nurses' office." A hand at his back, she guided him to the closed brown door off to the side. Opening it to a white room with cupboards around the wall. A sink in the corner and an examination table sitting in the center. The desk lady had him stand to the side of the door as she shut it. Then she moved to another door set in the corner to their right. "Helen, there is a kindergartener here who's had an accident." She said as she opened the door. Darren's face burned red with the embarrassment of being mistaken for a child 4 years younger than himself. Entering, the nurse looked down at him. She was a slim older lady with brown hair. "That's just young Darren, Miss Stacy. Despite his appearance, he is in third grade. He's just small for his age. Might as well remember him you'll probably see him again. He's usually in here at least once a week." Turning, the nurse walked back into the side room. Turning Miss Stacy looked down at Darren in a bit of a surprise. "Well, the nurse will take care of you now. I'm gonna go back to my desk." Leaving the room and shutting the door behind her. Darren stood waiting in his soggy pants until the nurse came back holding a zip-lock bag with clothes in it. Handing it to him, she said, "Go ahead and get changed while I call your father." Hanging his head, he began to change as she went back into her office. *********** Greg pushed away from his desk as he hung up the phone with the school. Once again, he was thankful he was able to handle his business from home. Greg owned his own business, and while it struggled to get off the ground at first he eventually found success. Thankfully his wife had still been alive at that time to keep him going. While he was rich by any means, he and his son weren't struggling. This was good since he once again had to go get him from school for wetting his pants. Standing up he got his car keys and left the house. On the way, he made a phone call. Pulling up at the school, he went inside, spoke to the office staff, and then getting Darren went back out to the car. On the way out he reached down and picked Darren up carrying him like a toddler to the car. "Dad, what are you doing?" Darren asked in confusion. "Carrying my little guy to the car of course." Opening the back door he deposited, and fastened his son into his booster seat. Closing the door he went back around to the driver's door. ********* Darren was utterly bewildered. His dad had steadfastly refused to pick him up since kindergarten. He realized with a start he had been so confused he hadn't even tried to argue against the stupid booster seat his dad made him use. Darren hated this thing. It only further accentuated the differences between his size and those in his grade at school. He only tolerated it cause his Dad had threatened him with one that looked more like a baby car seat. He said he should be using that one, but he would settle for this one if Darren cooperated. So Darren had given in. Reluctantly. As they drove Darren noticed they were heading further into the city rather than toward home. "Dad, where are we going?" He asked in curiosity. "Well, I've made you an appointment to see the doctor. Figured we should have some tests done to see if you have something wrong with you. Maybe they can help us with your little accidents." He said as he glanced in the rearview mirror at Darren. "I don't wanna go to the doctor!" He near shouted. Darren had been afraid of hospitals and doctors since his mother died of cancer when he was only 4. He always fought and refused to go into their offices. "It's ok this doctor won't be at the hospital. He has a private practice." As he said this, they pulled up to a large two-story building. It looked like an old house to Darren, but it had a sign out front stating it was a doctor's office. Parking the car his dad got him out and carried him inside to check-in. Inside the front door was a desk with a hallway leading behind it. A staircase leading up to the second floor on the right side of the hallway. The wallpaper looked really old to him. With floral patterns in gold on a red background. This place looked, and more importantly to him, smelled nothing like a normal doctor's office. He hated that overclean chemical smell. After checking in they moved through an arched doorway to the right. There were a few chairs surrounding a play area. There was a table with a train set on it you could move around by hand. Off to the side were the normal doctor's office blocks with multiple wires that had shapes you could move along them in patterns. Lastly scattered around were a few different kinds of toys. Mostly blocks and legos, but also some action figures. Most were old though. Darren moved to the table playing with the train. After a short while though he heard his name called. Picking him up again his dad followed a lady in a sundress down the hall. Entering a door he saw a room he would have thought was a kitchen. There were no appliances though, and a large exam table sat in the center of the room. The doctor came in, and after his normal questions began asking Darren some more pertinent ones. "So are you having trouble controlling when you go potty?" He said in a kind light hearted tone. Darren nodded shyly. "Well, what's going on? Can you say when it started?" Darren just sat in silence staring at the floor. The doctor looked up at his dad. "It started about a month ago. He has always had an issue with wanting to hold it til the last minute while playing. Then he would try to rush to the bathroom in time. Often without making it. Now though he will just start wetting himself randomly it seems. Says he doesn't feel anything when it happens." His dad stated in an exasperated tone. "I finally had to just bring him in. I'm not sure what else to do." "Any nighttime wetting?" The doctor asked. "Used to be none, now it's almost every night." "Well let me examine him." Standing up he moved to the table where Darren sat. "Now just lay back, and I'll feel on your tummy ok." Nodding Darren laid back and the doctor lifted his shirt to his chest. Then with sure motions began to push in on different spots of his abdomen. The doctor asked each time if there was any pain, but Darren always shook his head negatively. As he pushed at Darren's lower abdomen though he felt a warm stream immediately rush from between his legs. Moving quickly the doctor grabbed a towel from one of the nearby cabinets. Then used it to dry up any of the urine that met the floor. "Wait here it's gonna be alright. My nurse will be in here to help you get cleaned up in just a minute." Then motioning to his dad, Darren watched as they exited the room. ********* "Well I'm not entirely sure what's going on, but he seems to be in fine physical health. He is quite small for his age, and that may be causing some delays though. His muscles and nerves may just not be fully developed enough yet. It may take some time before he gains full control. We will run some bloodwork to rule out other possible issues. I don't foresee it showing anything though. I would also suggest having him in to see a pediatric urologist. In the meantime, he should probably wear some protection." With this, he moved to a hall closet nearby. Opening it Greg saw a bunch of baby diapers inside along with other supplies like powder and rash cream. There were a lot of different brands and sizes stacked neatly on the different shelves. Reaching up the doctor grabbed a package of size 7 pampers. They had pictures of some dogs across the packaging. Greg recognized them from the paw patrol show that Darren sometimes watched. "His small stature works in your favor here. The size seven diapers should fit him well. This will save you some money over the medical youth diapers." He handed them to Greg who slowly nodded his head. "Yeah, I guess you're right. At least this way we can save his clothes, and bedding until he can control himself." He said with no enthusiasm. The doctor then grabbed a loose diaper from the same shelf. Moving over to a nurse he held it out. "The young one in the office had a bit of an accident. Can you help him get cleaned up, please?" Smiling she took the proffered object, "of course doctor." Then moved to the exam room. Stopping at the closet on the way to grab a small bottle of powder and a tube of rash cream. ********* As Darren sat in his wet pants for the second time that day, he wondered what his dad was talking about with the doctor. He started as the door opened, and a young nurse walked into the room. She was dark-skinned with long straight hair. She wore a pair of scrubs that had SpongeBob cartoons scattered across them. "OK we are gonna get you cleaned up, and ready to go." She said this with enthusiasm, but Darren just felt more disheartened as he saw the objects in her hands. She set the supplies down and moved to his side. "Now I want you to just lay back and relax. This will be over in no time, ok?" She said the last as more of a no-nonsense statement than a question. Knowing there was no point in arguing, he just lay back on the table. With sure motions, she had his shoes and pants off in record time. Then grabbing the waist of his white briefs, now stained yellow, she swiftly removed them. The soiled garments were dropped in a bag, then swiftly tied up. Dropping the bag on the counter, she grabbed up the supplies and then returned to his side. Setting the powder and cream down, she proceeded to open the diaper. Darren could see Chase, Marshall, and Sky from Paw Patrol pictured on the outside. Without a word, the nurse took his ankles in hand, and lifting his bottom, slid the diaper in place. Holding his legs she first spread some of the cream on his butt cheeks, then in between and up onto his scrotum. Next came the powder with its cloying babyish scent. Last, she lowered his legs and swiftly pulled the diaper between his legs and taped it in place. "There we go all clean, dry, and protected from further accidents." She exited the room, leaving him alone once more. Darren lay still marveling at the feeling. The diaper was so soft. Like a cloud enveloping his middle, but also holding him tight in a warm embrace. He wasn't sure how to feel about this. Physically, it felt good, almost right. Mentally, however, he knew it was wrong. He was too old to be in a diaper. He should feel embarrassed he thought. Instead, he just felt calm. It felt right somehow. The door opened to him still laying on the exam table. Looking he saw his dad standing there. He was looking at his son wearing nothing but a diaper and a t-shirt. Feeling his cheeks burn with embarrassment at last, Darren attempted to pull his shirt down over the diaper as he sat up. Moving to his son, Greg wrapped Darren in a firm hug. "It's OK little guy. You don't need to hide from Daddy. It's not a big deal. This should just be for a little while til you regain control." Nodding his head in assent he moved to get down from the table. Instead his dad grabbed him under the arms. Hoisting him up onto his hip, he grabbed the bag of clothes on the counter and they left the room. After checking out the two got in the car and drove home. ********* Back home the pair went inside. Greg sat his son in front of the TV in the living room. He then went back to his office. His business was fairly self-sufficient, therefore he could easily step away. He had been lucky enough to find people who were committed to helping him succeed. They would reach out if they needed his decision for anything truly important. After sending out an email to everyone notifying them he would be away for a while and to reach out if they needed anything, he then went searching through the internet. There he found clothes, furniture, and the other items he would need to care for Darren in his newly diapered state. Placing the orders to be delivered in the next few days he went up to the attic storage. ********* Darren sat watching nick Jr cartoons, thumb in his mouth, in the living room. He felt odd sitting in just a diaper watching cartoons. Yet he also felt safe and content. The diaper was so soft and hugged his waist in a comforting way. Reaching down he rubbed his hand over the soft cloth-like exterior marveling at the feeling. That's when he realized he was wet already. He hadn't even noticed when he wet himself. Feeling the squish of the absorbent gel inside gave him goosebumps. He realized he was actually kind of enjoying this. The diaper felt nice, and he didn't have to stop what he was doing for the bathroom. He was so engrossed in the exploration of his diapered state that he didn't notice his dad. He had come down stairs with a box. Looked in on his son, and seeing everything was OK, went into the kitchen. A few minutes later he returned, and picking Darren up, went back into the kitchen. Darren was startled by his dad suddenly picking him up. Then when they got into the kitchen he saw a cloth spread over the dining room table. His dad laid him down on it. In quick motions he had the diaper undone, drawn out from under him, and rolled up to throw away. Darren in his embarrassment tried to quickly cover himself. His dad just chuckled. "Ain't nothing there I ain't already seen little man. You're gonna have to keep those out of the way so I can get you cleaned up." Taking hold of Darren's wrists he moved them out of the way. Then taking some wipes he cleaned the diaper area. Darren laid there just taking in the sensations of his dad cleaning him. Then his dad lifted his legs as the nurse had done. After sliding a fresh diaper under him, he spread some more cream, and sprinkled fresh powder over the area. Then pulled the diaper up before taping it in place. "There we go all clean and fresh." He said as he tickled his son's belly. Darren laughed as he tried to squirm away. "Now the doctor said you will probably need these for a while. With that we are gonna have a few rules. Number one, you are not to change yourself or attempt to remove your diaper. If it needs to be changed you will come tell me, or another adult that I have said is allowed to change you. Number 2, you will use the diaper for its intended purpose. That means pee and poo. When you are ready we will work on getting you potty trained." He had a stern look as he said this. "But dad I can't go to school like this. The other kids will make even more fun of me." Darren whined with tears welling in his eyes. "Oh there's no need to worry about that. I was already planning on this, though it wasn't supposed to be until after the summer, you are going to be homeschooled for a while. I turned in all the necessary paperwork to your school when I picked you up today. You start an online course on monday." It was only Wednesday now so Darren started to get excited to have no school for almost a week. "Now lastly there may be more rules added in the future as they are needed. For now, though these two should suffice. I ordered you some new clothes and furniture to help with your needs. They should be here in a day or so. Until then I found a box of your old stuff in the attic. Not sure why I never got rid of it, but now I'm glad I didn't." He said this last with a grin. He moved to the sink to grab something then returned holding a pacifier in front of Darren's face. "Now I have seen you sucking on your thumb still at times. Seems like this would be better for you." Not wanting to seem eager, though secretly feeling excited, he pulled his head back from it. "I don't want to. It will make me look like a baby." He said in a low tone. "Buddy, it's a bit too late for that don't ya think? You're laying here in a diaper and t-shirt, been wetting your pants for a long time now, and suckling on your thumb." He said all this in a calm but no-nonsense tone. He wasn't trying to be mean, just stating the facts for his son. "I'm pretty sure this would be better for you than your thumb, and it would free your hand up to play." Accepting his dad's words, and even agreeing about being able to play easier, he opened his mouth to accept the blue pacifier. As he began to suckle at the nipple a warm feeling spread through him, and he felt even more at ease than before. As though the stress of everything else just fell away. "There see, isn't that better than your thumb?" Darren just nodded at his dad, a grin spreading behind the pacifier. "Now why don't you go play." Picking him up off the table he placed Darren down on the floor. As soon as his feet hit the floor he was moving back to the living room to watch cartoons. Greg smiled as he watched his son's diaper waddle. He hadn't seen Darren smile like that in years. Turning he began making dinner for the two of them. ********* Darren had gone up to his bedroom. There he turned his TV on to watch more nickelodeon. SpongeBob was on now after all. Sitting he began playing with his toys. After just a few minutes though he grew bored with them. Instead he went to his small bookshelf in the corner. There were quite a lot of books here that his dad used to read him before bed. They hadn't performed this bedtime ritual in some time though. Him getting too old and his dad being busy with his work. On the second shelf though there were a bunch of coloring books, and various tubs of crayons. Grabbing these and a book he began to color while watching the antics of SpongeBob. An hour or so later his dad called him down to dinner. As he entered the kitchen he saw his old high chair. The normal table piece was gone, and it sat next to the bar instead of the table. His dad picked him up as he came in the room. Carrying him over he sat Darren in the highchair and after buckling him in pushed the chair to the bar. "You're a bit big for this chair with the table attached, but this should work for now." He smiled as he sat a plate of Mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, and cut up pieces of a cube steak. "I made your favorite." With a smile he sat a glass of milk down as well. "Where's the fork?" Darren asked looking up at his dad. "Silly you don't need a fork. You can just use your hands." With that, he placed a bib around Darren's neck. Paw patrol characters were pictured on it. Hesitantly at first, then with more confidence, Darren used his hands to eat. By the time he was finished his hands, face, and chair seemed to have more food on it than what was on the plate to begin with. Pulling him back from the bar counter, his dad unbuckled him. Then picked him up, and carried him to the hall bathroom. There he stood Darren in the tub. Then, after undressing him, ran bath water for the messy boy. While the water ran his dad left the room, returning quickly with a small basket of water toys. Darren hadn't seen his bath toys in a long time. "Look what I found while going through the attic earlier." He said with excitement as he turned over the basket. Out fell rubber animals that could hold water, most of which were water animals, a couple of tug boat ships, and two hand puppet things shaped like sharks. While Darren played with the toys, his dad proceeded to wash him. After getting the little boy cleaned up, he drained the dirty water out. Then drying his boy off, picked him up and carried him back to the living room. There he got Darren into a fresh diaper. Afterward he picked him up, moving to the couch he sat down, and turned on the TV. Finding a movie he sat on the couch cuddling with Darren next to him. After a short while, he fell asleep curled next to his daddy. Picking his boy up, Greg carried him up to his bedroom. Laying Darren in his bed, he kissed him on the forehead, and tucked him in for the night. "Good night my sweet boy." He turned the light off, leaving the Chase nightlight going. Then closing the door he left Darren to his dreams.

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