The Baby of the Family

[Pierry Louys]

On 8/22/2020 at 9:41 AM, Elfy said:

The next part will be posted on Tuesday the 25th

Are you gonna post today ?

[Elfy]

Scott first day at the summer club has been a disaster. On the way out Lyra and Scott's mother discuss what to do going forwards. The next day promises to be just as humiliating as the previous one.

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When it came time to finally leave the nursery on that traumatic first day Elliot and Huw were quick to inform Deborah of everything Scott had got up to. Scott sat silently in the middle of the backseat as all his indiscretions were gleefully retold to his mother, he could only look down at his feet painfully aware of how his nappy was already very wet again.

Scott woke up the next morning with a feeling of dread. His nappy was wet from overnight and he no longer could be sure if he had wet in his sleep or if he had woken up to do it and simply forgotten. His mum came in and changed him just like the previous day and he was dressed in a slightly more agreeable outfit, black tracksuit bottoms did a much better job concealing the bulging nappy underneath.

It wasn’t long until Scott, Elliot and Huw were back in the car and heading towards the Youth Centre again. Scott’s looming feeling of dread only seemed to strengthen the closer they got and by the time the building came into view he felt physically sick. As they pulled up to the curb he saw Lyra standing around and seemingly waiting for him.

“Hello, Mrs. Andrews.” Lyra said with a smile as the car stopped and the rear doors opened to drop off the kids, “Could I have a super quick word before you leave?”

“Hey, Lyra. Of course.” Deborah replied.

Scott stood with his two brothers towards the rear of the car as Lyra opened the front passenger door and slid inside. Elliot was distracting Huw whilst Scott looked through the rear window at the conversation between Lyra and his mum that he couldn’t hear.

“They’re talking about you.” Elliot said rather unnecessarily.

“I know.” Scott replied bitterly.

“Maybe they’re asking mum to leave more nappies for you.” Elliot joked, “Do you think five would see you through the day?”

“Shut your mouth.” Scott tried to sound tough but it was clear his brother wasn’t afraid of him and his red cheeks showed how Elliot’s words were hitting home.

“Thank you, Mrs. Andrews. We’ll take good care of your boys!” Lyra emerged from the car after only a couple of minutes and she waved after closing the door.

The boys followed Lyra into the building and Lyra took Huw’s hand as Elliot headed into the teen room. Scott was reluctantly following and already seeing the looks the others were giving him when Lyra stopped him in his tracks.

“Scott, I just spoke to your mummy and we decided it would be better if you continued in the toddler group.” Lyra said with a small smile.

“But…” Scott looked at the room filling with teenagers and as much as he was worried about going in there he didn’t want to spend his summer in a nursery, “I’m eighteen-years-old! I can’t go in the room with babies. I’ll go crazy!”

“You are eighteen.” Lyra agreed with a nod, “Which means technically you’re not in any of our age ranges so it’s our discretion what happens.”

“Then don’t you think I should be in the oldest age range?” Scott asked imploringly.

“You may be eighteen-years-old chronologically.” Lyra said, “But you’ve been acting like an eighteen-month-old. Unless you think it’s normal for an eighteen-year-old to be wetting and pooping their pants?”

Scott was defeated and as Huw laughed at what Lyra said he allowed the young woman to take his hand and lead him towards the toddler room. As he was led across the lobby he heard some teenage girls laughing and he could only assume it was at him, he even heard one ironically wolf whistle. He was bright red before he even got to the door of the nursery.

As soon as Scott was back in the day care he went straight to the same corner as the previous day and tried to disappear into the wallpaper. He contented himself with watching the toddlers having fun and even managed to convince himself that he was helping look after them despite the voice in the back of his head saying he was just another baby.

The morning was uneventful and the only time Scott interacted with anyone was to be given a drink. By the time lunch rolled around Scott was very much in need of a nappy change. He watched as Lyra and the other volunteer helpers started bringing the beds out, he realised that the little ones must have a nap time after lunch.

“L-Lyra…” Scott had left his corner as the beds were set up, “I, erm, might need a... Well, I might need a change before lunch.”

“Of course.” Lyra shrugged as if she didn’t expect anything else, “All the babies are changed around now.”

Scott stepped back again and retreated several paces. It felt like everything and everyone was determined to make him feel as much like a baby as possible.

True to her word Lyra took Scott’s hand as soon as the beds were set up and whilst the first of the toddlers received their lunch. Scott was embarrassed to see he was the first to be changed, he hoped it was just a random choice and not the case that Lyra and the other staff assumed he needed it the most.

Scott’s nappy was only wet so the clean-up didn’t take as long as the previous one. He was soon back off the changing table and sat on the floor at one of the low plastic tables. Toddlers soon sat next to him and opposite him as they were all checked and changed as needed. Scott felt silly since he was so much bigger than everyone else but the toddlers all treated him just like one of them.

Food here was the same as in the teenage room and Scott was very grateful for that. He ate quietly along with everyone else and noticed that when a child had finished eating they would raise their hand and get taken to a bed for their nap. When Scott finished his food he hesitantly raised his hand just like the children. He felt Lyra tap on his back and he scrambled to his feet. He assumed he was going to be taken to one of the camp beds but Lyra steered him sideways to the cribs instead.

“Come on…” Scott whined.

“Your mother told me you’re used to cribs.” Lyra smirked.

“That was one week.” Scott said sulkily.

The rails of the crib rattled down and Scott climbed in. It was amazing how little control he had over his own life now. He simply followed what other people told him to do no matter how embarrassing it was for him. He felt like he didn’t have a choice any more. He was a totally dependent child rather than the independent adult he had enjoyed being up till recently. The bars rattled up behind him and locked him in for good.

“Have a nice rest.” Lyra said with a small smile.

Scott laid down and when he saw children and staff looking his way he rolled over to face the wall. At least the cover did a good job of further concealing his nappy. He didn’t feel tired and hadn’t had a nap for many years but he soon found himself yawning through sheer boredom. Eventually he closed his eyes and drifted into a light and broken sleep.

“Scott… Scott…” A gentle feminine voice drifted through the bars of the crib and disturbed Scott from his sleep.

“What?” Scott asked tiredly.

“It’s time to get up, sweetie. You’ve got a whole afternoon of playing in front of you.” It was Lyra and she was going around waking everyone up. Scott opened his eyes and noticed many children were already up and back to their games.

Scott got up and threw his cover off. The side of the crib came down and he started scooting towards the edge. Lyra stopped him with a hand against the trousers that he was still wearing. Scott froze in shock at the unexpected contact.

“You’re wet.” Lyra said with pursed lips, “But we changed you right before putting you down…”

Scott felt as if the world was melting around him. It was like a spotlight was shining down on just himself and Lyra, everything and everyone else faded away. His brain was having difficulty processing what both he and Lyra must know to be true. He had wet his nappy in his sleep, this was the confirmation of it.

“I… I didn’t…” Scott felt panic and tears overtaking him and without much warning he just suddenly started wailing.

The humiliation had become too much and the events of the last couple of days felt like they were fundamentally changing who he was. He had been reduced to nothing more than a baby in the eyes of everyone who had seen him and now he was becoming a baby physically. The control that had already been dubious had slipped away faster than he could ever have imagined.

“Oh, baby, it’s OK.” Lyra quickly went into caretaker mode as she reached forwards and pulled Scott into a cuddle.

Scott felt far from OK. It felt like he was having some kind of crisis, his control had never been great but now it seemed to be abandoning him altogether. He had his eyes tightly shut as he snuggled into Lyra’s chest so he didn’t see that most of the people in the room were looking his way.

“Come on, baby.” Lyra said as she pulled away from the teary eighteen-year-old, “Go and play. You’ll feel better, I promise.”

Scott was let go and he dropped down to the floor. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve as he walked away from the crib and over to the corner he had made his own since he had been put in there for the first time. He could feel the wet padding pushing against his body and it was a constant reminder of how he was quickly descending and losing his confidence. He just wanted to go home and hide forever. Scott stayed in his corner for half an hour when he became aware of a child approaching him.

“Hello.” The child said.

“Hi.” Scott replied shortly.

“My name’s Tommy.” The boy smiled. He seemed to have no compunction talking to the sulky young man.

“Scott.” Scott replied. He was hesitant to talk to the kid because he knew he was about to make fun of him just like everyone else. The big adult in nappies like a baby made fun of by anyone and everyone who saw him.

“Do you wanna play?” Tommy asked in his high-pitched voice.

Scott was taken aback. He was expecting the kid to laugh at him or ask embarrassing questions about why he was there but Tommy just seemed to be looking for a friend. Scott’s first instinct was to say no and stay in the corner but he was feeling very bored and there was still a long time to go until they were picked up by their parents. Scott looked at all the kids and realised none of them would judge him like the teenagers did. As long as no one saw him he could play with the kids without fear of ridicule. Even Lyra seemed to feel sorry for him more than disgusted now.

“OK.” Scott eventually replied hesitantly.

Tommy waved for Scott to follow him and the young man climbed out of his corner and walked over to one of the tables for the first time. Scott sat down on one of the small plastic chairs and started building towers with big building blocks along with Tommy and three other kids. The toddlers were ecstatic that the taller Scott could reach higher and build even taller towers. Despite his embarrassment Scott felt good about helping the other children and when they put their hands up for high fives he enthusiastically joined in.

“Scott?” A young girl names Annie eventually said as the boys argued over what block should go next.

“Yes?” Scott replied as he sat in the chair and waited for the kids to choose. He had one hand on his belly feeling a bloating pressure.

“How old are you?” Annie asked.

“I’m… eighteen.” Scott flushed red at admitting his age, “How old are you?”

“Three.” Annie replied. She screwed up her face and it seemed like she was desperately trying to work something out in her head. Whatever she was calculating it clearly wasn’t adding up, “Scott?”

“Yes?” Scott replied again hoping she was about to change the subject.

“How come you wear nappies?” Annie asked. The boys who had been debating which block went next stopped to look at Scott.

This was it. The question Scott had been dreading. He had been worried about the kids asking about why he was there because he didn’t know what he could tell them. What possible reason could there be for an eighteen-year-old man to be in nappies and in the nursery section. Scott stuttered as he tried to think of a good answer.

“That’s a stupid question.” Tommy rather ungraciously said, “Babies wear nappies because they aren’t potty trained.”

Scott blushed. The young boy wasn’t exactly wrong but it hardly told the whole story either. Fortunately the little girl seemed satisfied with the answer and Scott was more than willing to let the subject change.

The tower building continued but Scott was paying less and less attention to what was going on. What had started as a soft pressure in his belly had quickly become a much more desperate need, he knew he was soon to have a bowel movement in his nappy again. He trembled a little but did his best to ignore the cramps but they were getting bigger and stronger.

“Oof.” Scott winced and placed both his hands on his tummy just as he had reached up to place a block on top of the tower.

Scott closed his eyes and before he could even try to steel himself and stop the embarrassment he was already dirtying his nappy. He pushed his rear end out behind him as he squatted slightly, he didn’t even need to push before the first log started effortlessly sliding out of his body and into the back of the disposable.

Once it had started there was nothing that would stop it. Scott took a deep breath and pushed down, he was rewarded with several smaller lumps slipping out easily. The stinky mess spread outwards from the centre and Scott could feel it inching around his butt squeezed between his nappy and his body. The horribly slimy feeling was now very familiar.

As the messing ended Scott’s bladder relaxed and warm pee splashed into the front of the padding. Scott felt the nappy between his legs expanding as it soaked in his accident whilst the rest mixed in with the poop that had settled in the bottom of the nappy. It was all over in less than a minute but to Scott it felt a lot longer. When he was finished he opened his eyes and straightened his legs to stand up again. The children around Scott were looking at him strangely but no one said anything. To try and distract from his suspicious display Scott picked up a brick and placed it on top of their building. It seemed to do a good job in moving the children’s focus back to playing.

Five minutes went by before Lyra came to their table on her usual rounds to make sure everyone was getting on OK. She stood just behind Annie on the opposite side of the table to Scott and sniffed the air.

“Uh oh! Does someone need their stinky nappy changed?” Lyra asked the table at large.

Scott was surprised and somewhat concerned that she could apparently smell his accident. Despite standing in the messy underwear he hadn’t been able to detect it and he thought he had a very sensitive nose to these things. Scott was starting to realise that he was becoming nose blind thanks to having so many messy nappies and being around the nursery where a lot of the other kids also had the same issue.

“Scott pooped his pants.” Tommy said casually without looking up from the colouring he had started.

Scott cringed in shame but didn’t deny the truth. He saw Lyra looking at him but unlike the previous day there was no shock in her face, she seemed to not only accept it but also expect it. She nodded her head towards Scott and he put down the block he was holding to walk around the table.

“It’s good to see you playing with the others.” Lyra said as they walked over to the changing table, “It’s much better than being a raincloud in the corner of the room.”

Scott didn’t reply but noticed that his classmate had quickly changed from treating him like an adult in an unusual situation to just another toddler. He hopped up on to the changing table and laid back to allow Lyra to change him. He really didn’t know how to feel. He didn’t know if it was more or less humiliating that no one seemed to expect anything more from him than this.

[Pierry Louys]

Great chapter ! Happy to see Scott mingle with new friends and being happy for once 

[Josh23]

Always great Elfy!

[Sarah Penguin]

[paddy1965]

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[Angela Bauer]

Thank you for such a heartwarming story. It is wonderful that Scott has been accepted as a friend by toddlers Tommy and Annie.

[Angela Bauer]

Happy Monday, Elfy,

Do you have an estimate when the next installment will be posted here? BTW I still have not been able to completely access the order function.

 

[Elfy]

The next part will be posted on Thursday

[Angela Bauer]

Many thanks, Elfy.

I look forward to more of Scott's adventures in nappies.

[aldl4811]

Awesome update, Elfy

[Pierry Louys]

Yay today we gonna see the next part of Scott story ! I hope rsrs 

[Elfy]

Scott has fallen into a routine of embarrassing himself but when Deborah decides it might be time to start potty training Huw, Scott is given a chance to end everything. Just before a trip out to see family friends Scott is given a little extra motivation.

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For the next three weeks Scott was forced into a schedule of going to the day care five days a week and then the other two were spent at home. He was in nappies for the entire time and after his initial wet bed he had quickly lost more and more control. After all these weeks of not paying attention to his toileting he had managed to suppress the training he had been reinforcing for all these years.

Scott was even getting used to his humiliating position. Elliot’s jibes weren’t nearly as stinging as they had once been and he had come to tolerate his time in the nursery. Lyra watched out for him and he had grown much more accustomed to playing with the toddlers, he even considered some of them friends as embarrassing as it was to admit. He really perked up when he saw certain children there, the idea that the teenagers in the other room were closer to his age group seemed increasingly distant. The only time he saw the older kids was in the lobby and even they had stopped making fun as he walked into the nursery area.

None of this is to say that he wasn’t constantly humiliated. Scott never liked pooping himself in front of others and every time he was taken for a nappy change he felt an intense shame. He was desperate for this punishment to end but he had given up asking for release, he knew that until his parents, his mum in particular, decided it was over he would be wetting and pooping himself. Besides, even if he was told he could stop wearing nappies now he wasn’t so sure he could. He didn’t trust his control at all now.

It was a Saturday afternoon and Scott was sitting on the carpet in front of the couch. He was idly watching a children’s cartoon that Huw had picked out when he noticed his baby brother getting fidgety. Deborah was sitting in an armchair reading a book and she seemed to notice it as well. Scott saw Huw stand up and turn to his mother.

“Mummy…” Huw said.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking he crouched down and Scott could see him squat to fill his nappy. Almost as a sympathetic response Scott’s body relaxed and he wet his nappy uncontrollably at the same time. As soon as Huw was finished he started loudly crying whilst Deborah scooped him up and took him for a nappy change. When she returned with the newly clean Huw she sat down and looked thoughtful. Scott didn’t pay much attention, since his opinions on things mattered so little he had become much more focused on himself not unlike a child.

“You know… I think it’s time we started potty training Huw.” Deborah said mostly to herself, “It seems like a good time and with a week of the holidays left we could make some good progress.”

Scott wasn’t really paying attention though the idea that his baby brother might be out of nappies before he was made him shiver. The fact that school was starting back up for his final semester in a week’s time also filled him with dread. He couldn’t go back like this.

“Have you learnt your lesson, Scott?” Deborah asked as she cast a judging eye down on him, “Will you promise to try harder at school, behave and help out around the house?”

“Absolutely!” Scott’s eyes lit up, “I’ve definitely learnt my lesson!”

Scott watched his mum considering him. He was praying that this was the moment he had been desperately waiting for, he was silently begging for the chance to re-potty train and put all of this behind him. He would’ve been willing to promise anything in return for an end to the punishment.

“Alright.” Deborah said with a small nod, “I’ve got the next week off work. We can start today. I’ll speak to Nick and we’ll work out an action plan to start after dinner.”

Scott couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face despite the embarrassing prospect of having to prove he could use a toilet alongside his baby brother. He returned to watching the pointless baby show with new hope. He was determined to concentrate on his body’s needs so he could get this over with as soon as possible and get back to living a normal life.

At the dinner table that evening Scott was sitting next to Elliot in a nappy that was still very dry. His mum was sitting opposite and Huw was in the highchair at the head of the table. They were waiting for Nick to come home before they started eating since he said he was only minutes away.

“What are you smiling about?” Elliot asked. He seemed perturbed by the perpetual smile Scott was still wearing.

“Nothing.” Despite his excitement Scott was not keen to discuss his upcoming training with his younger brother. It was a humiliating prospect still.

“Don’t be so modest.” Deborah interjected as she turned to Elliot, “Your brothers are about to start potty training.”

Elliot tried to hide the laughter that wanted to burst out of him but it was really tough to do. He eventually was able to calm himself down enough to not get into trouble.

“Good for you, Huw.” Elliot said genuinely to his baby brother, “Good luck, Scott.”

Scott’s smiled faded as he looked down at the tablecloth in embarrassment. Fortunately the sound of the front door opening quickly diverted attention away from the topic of potty training and everyone turned to see their step-dad walk into the dining room. He carried in a couple of big bags that he placed by the doorway and put his coat over.

“Hello, sorry I’m late.” Nick said cheerily as he sat down to the dinner that was waiting for him.

“No problem, dear.” Deborah replied with a warm smile, “Did you get the things I texted you about?”

“I did indeed. Can we sort all that out after dinner? I’m famished.” Nick said as he looked at his plate greedily.

“Of course.” Deborah replied, “Tuck in, everyone.”

Scott didn’t need to be told twice and he quickly started eating along with everyone else at the table. The conversation paused as everyone enjoyed their food. It was a strange time for the young man, he was simultaneously filled with excitement and shame. He hated that he needed this but he was also very hopeful that he would be able to get out of nappies as soon as possible.

“So we have a special surprise for our potty training duo.” Deborah announced once everyone had finished, “Nick, if you’d like to show our babies what you bought them.”

Scott felt that nothing good could be coming out of those bags as Nick reached behind his chair and pulled them forwards. He made a big show of opening the bags which made Huw very excitable whilst Scott remained mute.

“Drumroll please!” Nick said like a showman. Scott was left feeling even more annoyed when Elliot rapped his fingers against the table quickly, “Ta da!”

Nick reached into both bags simultaneously and pulled two colourful items up and out. The objects seemed to cause pandemonium with everyone having different reactions. Huw clapped, Elliot started laughing and Deborah just commented on how wonderful they were. Scott was stunned and humiliated.

“Potties!” Nick said as he held two potties in the air, “One for each of our big boys.”

One of the plastic potties was a baby blue colour and the other was canary yellow. Scott looked at them in horror. He had thought he was just going to be able to use the toilet but it looked like his parents had other ideas.

“I don’t need it!” Scott quickly exclaimed, “I mean… I can just use the toilet, right?”

“Sweetie, don’t you think we’ve noticed that you have been wetting yourself without control?” Deborah asked sympathetically causing Elliot’s laughter to redouble, “I think you need something you can get to as soon as possible.”

“He has!?” Elliot gasped in between laughs. His face was almost as red as Scott’s, “He needs the nappies? This is too freaking good!”

Scott wanted to drop dead on the spot but unfortunately he didn’t. Instead he left the dinner table with everyone else a few seconds later, he wanted to hide away in his room but Deborah called everyone into the living room instead. As if the humiliation about potty training hadn’t reached it’s worst point it seemed Deborah was intent on driving the point home.

“We are going to keep the potties close to us at all times.” Deborah said to her kids, “So whenever you need to go potty you can tell me or your father and we can help you. Is that OK, Huw?”

Huw nodded. He was looking very proud that he was on his way to becoming a big boy just like Elliot. Scott on the other hand somehow felt smaller now than before potty training had been brought up.

“Scott?” Deborah prompted her oldest son, “Is that alright?”

“Yes.” Scott muttered in embarrassment.

As soon as he was able to Scott got out of the living room and retreated back to his bedroom. The potties were down with Deborah in the living room and Scott struggled to think about anything else. Scott wasn’t in his room for very long before he felt a sudden need to pee. He thought immediately about going down to the potty but before he even decided whether he was going to do that the hot urine burst into the front of his nappy. His bladder uncontrollably emptied into his underpants.

Scott bit his bottom lip as he flooded his pants and when it finally stopped he could feel the heat creeping around towards the back of the absorbent material. He was ashamed to even admit it to himself but even if he had immediately decided to rush to the potty he would still have wet himself long before getting there.

A few hours later there was a knock on the door and Deborah walked in before Scott had said anything. She walked over to where Scott was sitting on his bed and reached down without a word. She felt the puffy padding between his legs and clucked her tongue knowingly.

“Never mind.” Deborah sighed, “It’s only day one after all.”

Day one soon became day two which in turn became day three. Scott was making no progress and hadn’t once asked to use the potty, partly because he didn’t have time but mostly because he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of his family. The lack of progress from Scott was made even worse by Huw doing well. The baby of the family was never afraid to inform Scott when he had made it to the potty on time.

A week after the start of the potty training Scott and his family went out to the local pub for some lunch with some family friends. The padded young man felt especially embarrassed that day because his baby brother had been promoted to pull-ups. Huw was taking to potty training like a duck to water and although he still had occasional accidents he was progressing very well. On the other hand Scott was making next to no progress.

Scott had rushed for the potty once in the last week. He had been in the kitchen getting a drink when he suddenly felt the need to pee. He knew his mum and the rest of the family were in the living room so that was also where the potties were. He dropped the carton of orange juice he was holding and ran to the living room. Everyone was in there already and they turned to look at Scott as he rushed to the couch.

“I need the potty!” Scott exclaimed desperately. He was already struggling to hold on.

The potty was sat along the wall next to the television right next to Huw’s. Scott practically bounced from foot to foot as he waited for his mum to pull down his shorts and take off his nappy. He tried to ignore the snickering from Elliot in the armchair behind him whilst Huw was watching with interest like someone watching a sporting display and cheering on one of the participants.

Scott’s shorts came down revealing a nappy that was already wet from a previous accident. His control was slipping as he stepped out of the shorts and kicked them away. A spurt of pee shot out of him without his control and he knew there was no clenching his bladder muscles now. He was too late, he wasn’t going to make it.

Scott thought he could still get some credit for trying and with his big nappy exposed to the room he hurriedly waddled over to the wall. With a sigh of despair he sat his padded rump down on the plastic potty though his bladder had already started releasing.

As Scott perched on the edge of the toddler toilet he flooded his nappy with fresh piss. What remained of the clean white plastic padding quickly darkened as Scott flooded his disposable underwear.

“Nearly.” Deborah gave her oldest son a pitying smile, “Maybe next time.”

“I haven’t had a accident in this many days.” Huw said proudly as he held up two fingers.

“That’s right!” Deborah turned to Huw and ruffled his head, “Such a big boy.”

For all this to be happening right as Scott wet himself on top of a potty just made the already humiliating situation unbearable. Elliot couldn’t stop laughing and Scott looked down at the floor as tears filled his eyes.

Once Scott had finally finished urinating he stood up with a nappy that hung very low. Deborah stood up causing Huw to move across the couch to cuddle up to Nick who had been watching proceedings with a bemused detachment.

“Let’s get you a fresh nappy.” Deborah said as she reached out for Scott’s hand.

Scott took his mother’s hand and slowly waddled out of the room with sadness. He felt like he had let everyone down, especially himself.

That was in the past though. This was the day the family were heading out to the pub and since the humiliating failure a few days ago Scott hadn’t even attempted to use the potty. He was sitting on his bed in his nappy, which was damp as usual, when his mother walked in without even pausing to knock. She was holding a black plastic bag.

“Are you ready to go?” Deborah asked.

“Nearly.” Scott replied. In truth there were few things he wanted to do less than go out to the pub but this wasn’t a choice he had to make.

“I was thinking…” Deborah continued, “Your potty training hasn’t exactly been going great.”

Scott thought that was an understatement but he remained quiet to hear what his mother had to suggest.

“I think you’ve become too complacent about your nappies.” Deborah said as she leaned against the wall opposite the bed and looked at the open packet of nappies next to Scott’s desk, “Maybe if we take away that complacency we could make some better progress.”

“How do you mean?” Scott was more confused than anything.

“I think we should try these.” Deborah said.

Scott watched as she opened the bag and pulled out a package that at first appeared to be just like the nappies he was by now very used to seeing. It was only on a closer inspection did he see the differences between his nappies and this new product.

“Pull-ups?” Scott said quizzically.

“Yes. Like Huw.” Deborah replied, “I think you might be too comfortable with your very absorbent nappies. Maybe if we take that away you will be more inclined to ask for the potty when you need it.”

“I don’t know…” Scott felt very concerned. It was true he hadn’t even been considering asking for the potty thanks to how embarrassing it was but it was also true that his control was, at best, very shaky.

“We are going to try it.” Deborah insisted, “I can’t be here changing your nappies for the rest of your life. If you’re in nappies much longer I’ll have to consider making some furniture changes.”

“Changes?” Scott replied nervously.

“A changing table for one thing.” Deborah said casually, “A crib, maybe a highchair. The point is if I can’t trust you to be an adult I will make you a baby.”

Scott was horrified by what his mother was saying. The nappies were terrible and everything that had come with them made Scott feel awful but what his mum was suggesting would be so much worse. He shuddered to imagine that as Huw grew up he himself would be growing down.

“So what will it be?” Deborah asked, “Do you want to try a pull-up or are we getting you another nappy?”

“A… A pull-up.” Scott muttered in embarrassment. He still wasn’t sure this was a good idea but he had to be seen as making an effort before he made things worse for himself.

“Good choice.” Deborah said with a smile.

[D503]

Uh oh, he better start trying! wonder if Elliot sabotages his progress with more than just mockery. Is Scott's the yellow potty?

[Sarah Penguin]

[Babypants]

The time line for this story confuses me.  It opens on the cusp of Easter break, at the end of which your protagonist will be heading back to school to complete his final term.  Then, after a series of incidents that result in him being diapered full time, we suddenly jump forward to summer vacation.  Now, months later, school is about to resume,  and we are told that he is worried about returning to school in his nappied state.  What happened to the term after Spring break, which should have been his last?  Here in the US, on the semester system this would normally eat up about ten weeks.  How about in the UK?  Did he in fact go back to school wearing nappies?  Did he flunk out, forcing him to have a second go at finishing his final term?  What happened?

Because academic calendars can vary radically-- in the US, for example, a university on the semester system (15 weeks of instruction) might begin a new academic year in the third week of August while a school on the quarter system (ten weeks of instruction) might not start until early October, it is always a good idea for writers to pin stories such as this to the specific months in which it is unfolding rather than using academic terminology.  

[Angela Bauer]

Effy, a million thanks for another entertaining episode!

[Elfy]

On 9/4/2020 at 3:46 PM, Babypants said:

The time line for this story confuses me.  It opens on the cusp of Easter break, at the end of which your protagonist will be heading back to school to complete his final term.  Then, after a series of incidents that result in him being diapered full time, we suddenly jump forward to summer vacation.  Now, months later, school is about to resume,  and we are told that he is worried about returning to school in his nappied state.  What happened to the term after Spring break, which should have been his last?  Here in the US, on the semester system this would normally eat up about ten weeks.  How about in the UK?  Did he in fact go back to school wearing nappies?  Did he flunk out, forcing him to have a second go at finishing his final term?  What happened?

Because academic calendars can vary radically-- in the US, for example, a university on the semester system (15 weeks of instruction) might begin a new academic year in the third week of August while a school on the quarter system (ten weeks of instruction) might not start until early October, it is always a good idea for writers to pin stories such as this to the specific months in which it is unfolding rather than using academic terminology.  

I made have made some mistakes in writing. The intention is for everything that has happened to be over Easter break with school returning for it's final term afterwards.

I apologise if I have messed up the timeline or not made it clear enough.

[Babypants]

Elfy, here in the US Spring break is normally one week in duration, the said week occurring at any time from early March to mid-April.  Is Easter break in the UK also for a week, or is the break much longer?

[littlebabyjanner]

19 minutes ago, Babypants said:

Elfy, here in the US Spring break is normally one week in duration, the said week occurring at any time from early March to mid-April.  Is Easter break in the UK also for a week, or is the break much longer?

UK school is split into three terms - Academic year starts at the beginning of September and first term runs till just before Christmas with a week off (referred to as half term break in the UK) in the middle. A two week or so break over Christmas and New year. Spring term runs then till the Easter Holiday, again with a half term week off in the middle. Easter holiday is again two weeks off (Normally the week before and week after Easter Sunday unless Easter is particularly early or late). Summer term then runs till Mid to late July, again with a week off in the middle. Finally it's 6 weeks off over the summer before it all starts again. 

 

[Elfy]

Sometimes risks pay off... and sometimes they don't.

Wanting to kickstart Scott's second potty training leaves him in a pull-up instead of a nappy as they head out for a pub lunch with family friends. Will Scott make it through the meal successfully?

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Scott laid back as his mother removed his wet nappy. After so many nappy changes his embarrassment at being seen naked by his mother had waned though it was still an experience he wished he could stop. When the nappy was removed Deborah tore open the packet of pull-ups and took one out.

“I think I can trust you to do this.” Deborah said with a condescending smile. Scott thought she looked like a mother giving a toddler confidence by asking him to do some easy and mundane task.

Scott took the pull-up and immediately could feel the difference. Instead of the smooth plastic of the nappy his fingers felt a rougher surface. The sides were very elasticated and although it didn’t look like it would fit when he put his feet in it easily stretched to go over his waist. The padding was a lot smaller and after being in nappies exclusively for so long this much thinner pair of underpants felt very strange. The pull-ups hugged Scott’s crotch just as tightly as the nappies did and although it was much thinner it was still recognisably absorbent.

Although Scott was able to put on his pull-up himself he still wasn’t allowed to dress himself. Deborah picked out Scott’s clothes and she went for a pair of white shorts and a pale red t-shirt. When Scott looked in the mirror he felt pleased that his underwear was completely hidden.

“Right, I’ll be downstairs.” Deborah said, “Five minutes, OK? We don’t want to be late.”

Scott nodded his head and watched his mum leave. He took a few minutes to compose and prepare himself for what lay ahead. Maybe his mother was right after all. Maybe being in pull-ups would make him more cognizant of his body’s needs.

Scott was downstairs on time and the family headed out to the car in their usual way. Scott was in the middle seat as usual and had his brothers on either side of him.

“I hear congratulations is in order.” Elliot said to Scott as he slid into his seat. He clapped Scott on the back, “I hear you’ve graduated to pull-ups.”

“Scott a big boy?” Huw said loudly.

“That remains to be seen.” Nick said, “Let’s hope so.”

The journey was a short one and the family soon pulled into the car park of the pub. Scott was last out of the car as usual and as he stood up he immediately felt gravity put extra strain on his bladder. He raised his hand as his family walked away and was about to say he needed the toilet but it was already too late. A dribble of urine streamed into the pull-up where it was quickly absorbed.

Scott blushed but it seemed like only a very small wetting. It was very possible no one would even realise it had happened, he had to make sure he concentrated harder to stop any more accidents happened. Scott swallowed hard and hurried after his family who were already opening the pub’s door.

Scott was the last one into the pub and he saw his family already greeting their friends at a table in the corner. Scott started walking over and noticed the bathrooms were quite nearby, it seemed he would be given every chance to go to the toilet when he needed it.

“Charlie! Donna! So good to see you both!” Deborah was hugging the family friends as everyone greeted each other.

Scott was smiling as he walked over to say hello but at the last minute he realised that if these were the family friends they were seeing it meant…

“Lyra, how are you? How’s school?” Deborah asked as she hugged the young woman.

Scott’s mouth fell open as he saw Lyra walk over to the table with the drinks. It was the first time he saw her since the last day he had been at the youth centre. She was smiling as she placed the tray on the table. Scott ended up sat opposite her at the end of the table.

“How have you been?” Lyra was smiling towards Scott.

“I’m OK.” Scott replied quietly. He looked down at the table and pulled the last drink off of it.

As conversation sprang up Scott started his drink. He had been ordered a coke and the fizzy drink tasted great compared to the milk he was so tired of. He finished the large glass very quickly. Lyra was still smiling at him as she sipped her drink and the two of them mostly ignored the conversation going on around the table.

Once the first drinks were finished Lyra volunteered to get the next round. Scott received yet another coke which he started drinking soon afterwards. Everyone seemed to be having a good time when Huw suddenly interrupted the conversation.

“I need the potty!” Huw loudly declared.

Almost the exact moment that Huw started talking Scott felt the sodas catching up with him. His weakened bladder could barely even slow down the flow before he felt warmth spreading through the thin padding of the pull-up. Scott froze as he wet himself and prayed he didn’t leak, it felt like he was stretching the capacity to the limit. Scott was thankful that when he finished wetting his pull-up was still able to hold everything in. The padding felt like a sponge that had been pushed underwater.

“Are you alright, Scott?” Lyra asked from across the table. She looked suspicious.

“Oh, erm, yeah.” Scott replied. He managed a weak and unconvincing smile.

Scott was glad that everyone was distracted as Deborah took Huw’s hand and led him towards the toilets. The little boy was grabbing the front of his pull-up as they disappeared into the toilets.

Scott felt a wave of embarrassment that he hadn’t gone to the bathroom though asking to use the potty like Huw did would’ve killed him. All he could do was hope that they went home before the critical situation in his pants overflowed.

A couple of minutes later Deborah returned with Huw. The little boy had a big smile on his face and proudly proclaimed that he had successfully used the toilet, Deborah couldn’t have looked happier. As the family and friends applauded and congratulated the toddler Lyra looked to the blushing Scott.

“I hear you’re being potty trained as well.” Lyra said, “How’s that going?”

Scott nearly choked in surprise as he looked up and around. Lyra’s parents were looking his way but didn’t seem all that surprised about what Lyra said. The young man looked at his parents with a face full of shock and hurt.

“Of course they know.” Deborah said as if it was obvious, “They’re our best friends!”

“Don’t worry.” Donna said with a hesitant smile, “We’re all cheering you on.”

Scott wanted to die. It felt like everyone knew about his struggles and he started to wonder just how far the news had spread. He wondered if he picked up the local newspaper he would find his face on the front page. He felt like a freak being paraded in front of respectable people for their amusement.

“So how’s it going?” Lyra asked. Her face showed no sign of disgust or malice, it seemed like she was genuinely interested.

“It’s, erm, fine.” Scott muttered despite his shame.

“Ha!” Deborah exclaimed as she took her seat, “You think this has gone fine, Scott?”

Scott blushed and looked down. The loud announcement to everyone that Scott was not only having to go through potty training again but was failing it filled the young man with shame. He saw Lyra smiling sympathetically out of the corner of his eye whilst Elliot was giggling away to the side.

It was only a few minutes later that Scott felt his bowels aching. The feeling came on very suddenly and he had to fight to stop himself just soiling his nappy as soon as he felt the need, an unfortunate habit gained by the constant nappy wearing.

Scott only had a split-second to think about what to do and after all the talk of his failed potty training he desperately wanted to impress his parents. He didn’t have time for a second thought, he stood up suddenly and almost knocked his chair over.

“I need the potty!” Scott exclaimed loudly. His hand went to the back of his shorts as if he were manually holding in the mess. It felt like a rerun of his failed dash to the potty at home only the stakes were even higher.

Scott became aware that not only did the table in front of him fall silent but so did half the pub around him. He was already humiliated but he still had a chance to make it to the bathroom, he was practically hopping from one foot to the other like a toddler as his mum stood up again.

“Come on.” Deborah said as she walked quickly past her oldest son.

Scott took one step and then froze. He could feel a lump already emerging from his body and pushing against the back of the pull-up. He squeezed and tried desperately to stop it but it was impossible for him to do and the poop slid out easily until it dropped into the nappy. He knew people were looking his way and he wished there was something he could do but the overwhelming needs of his body was overtaking him.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Scott wailed as he squatted down in the middle of the pub and felt an explosion in his padding.

Scott covered his face with his hands as he felt the slimy poop spreading out over his skin. He wanted to sink into the ground but the floor stayed unfortunately solid. Soiling himself was bad enough when he did it alone and had to ask for a change, doing it here in front of a pub full of people was mortifying.

Just when Scott didn’t think thinks could get worse he felt his bladder relax and he wet himself yet again. The coke had clearly run through his body as he felt a fresh wave of pee warm his pull-up, the urine ran around the padding and Scott realised a lot of it wasn’t absorbing. He tried to stop or slow the flow but he couldn’t. To his horror he felt warmth running down his legs.

“Oh my God…” Lyra’s soft voice broke the silence and her words felt like a dagger to Scott’s fragile ego.

Scott looked down and through teary eyes he could see streaks of urine darkening his shorts and running down his legs. His shoes and the floor around him became wetter as the pee kept flowing. Scott could almost forget about the large load he had deposited in the back of his pull-up so distracted was he by the leaking. Scott wasn’t able to remain ignorant for long though as the smell of his crap soon started spreading around him like a toxic cloud.

“Erm, that’s… Wow.” Donna was inevitably shocked but Scott could still hear her as she leaned across the table to mutter to Nick, “Does he do that a lot?”

Scott was grateful that he didn’t hear the response but he could hear the exclamations of disgust as his stench spread further away from him. He could hear Elliot gagging as well as see customers moving away from the table they were all sat at.

“Mummy!” Huw called out, “Scott did poo poo!”

“Nick, could you gather our things, please.” Deborah said as she walked over to where Scott was standing. She looked at their friends, “I’m sorry, you’ll have to excuse us. I hope you understand.”

“O-Of course.” Donna replied.

Scott had tears running down his cheeks as he lifted his hand to be taken by his mum. He started following her toward the door and waddled awkwardly, the disaster in the back of his pull-up rubbed against him with each step and he was still dripping on to the carpet as he walked. He heard his step-dad walk up to the bar whilst Elliot carried Huw out.

“I’m terribly sorry about this.” Nick apologised to the barman, “This should cover damages I hope.”

Scott kept his eyes on the carpet. He couldn’t look up at all the people he was sure was watching him do the walk of shame. He didn’t even realise how bad he was making the air smell until they walked outside and the fresh air blew away the toxic smell of his dump.

“Are we going to drive home like this?” Elliot asked with a clear tinge of disgust, “He stinks so bad!”

“I’m afraid it’s the easiest thing to do.” Deborah replied though it was clear she wasn’t looking forwards to the trip, “It’s not a long journey.”

“I’m sorry…” Scott muttered in between sobs. He hated how much he was inconveniencing everyone and he just wanted to go back to his room and never leave.

Scott had never felt so uncomfortable in his life. The slippery mess rubbing against him acted like a lubricant causing the pull-up to slip on him. It felt like the poop was pushing up against the leg bands and it wasn’t long before Scott couldn’t work out where the poop ended and the wet started. His pull-up was like a swamp that he was sunk up to his waist in.

The car door opened but Scott hesitated about getting in. He didn’t want to spread his accident any further than he already had. He didn’t look up at his mother but if he had he would’ve seen that she was out of patience.

“For goodness sake!” Deborah exclaimed, “Come on.”

Scott was pulled around to the opposite side of the car. The door was opened and he was left staring at Huw’s car seat, he suddenly realised what was about to happen but it was already too late to stop it. Scott was grabbed under each arm by Deborah who lifted her son up and into the car. Scott tensed up as he was lowered into the toddler car seat.

The seat was too small for Scott but somehow or other he squeezed into the small space. His mom reached in and started fastening the harness across his chest. Scott let out a low whine as he felt himself sinking into the mud in his pull-up, the mess spread out and Scott was utterly unable to tell whether the integrity of the pull-up was holding.

“Mum, ple-” Scott’s whining voice was quickly silenced when Deborah put her finger across his lips.

“You’ve embarrassed us all today.” Deborah said crossly, “I don’t want to hear anything more from you today.”

“Where will I sit?” Huw asked as he looked at Scott now strapped into his seat.

“You can sit where Scott usually sits. Elliot, look after your little brother, OK?” Deborah said as the other kids climbed in.

“Little brother?” Elliot muttered with a smirk, “Which one?”

The humiliation and disrespect had piled on top of Scott and he finally felt it crushing him down. As the car pulled out of the car park and the air filled with his foul smell Scott finally surrendered to his emotions, his soft sobbing grew into a loud crying that served to further annoy everyone in the car.

Scott was marched straight up to the bathroom by his mother without even having a chance to take his shoes off. He heard his step-father taking Elliot and Huw into the dining room for some drinks whilst he was led away like the black sheep of the family.

All this embarrassment was compounded later in the week when Deborah dropped a fresh bombshell on Scott. Scott was in a wet nappy as usual and keeping to himself at the table when the conversation turned to the two padded boys’ toilet training.

“Oh yes, Huw has some big news for us.” Deborah said with a proud smile, “Do you want to tell us your good news?”

“I’m a big boy!” Huw loudly and proudly declared, “I’m wear a big boy pants!”

Scott’s mouth dropped open as his baby brother proudly declared that he was now wearing regular underpants. The eighteen-year-old looked from Huw to his mother whilst everyone else cheered for Huw’s accomplishment. It was indeed impressive that the toddler had managed to master potty training so quickly but Scott felt a chill of panic run down his spine.

“What about Scott?” Elliot asked. He was always happy to turn the spotlight on his older brother, “Does he have any news?”

When everyone looked Scott’s way he ducked down and shook his head to say no. The only update he could give on his potty training was that it was a complete and miserable failure. Most of the time he was still too embarrassed to ask to use the potty and even when he built up the nerve or had the opportunity he inevitably ended up letting go in his nappy.

“Unfortunately not.” Deborah said with a sigh, “School starts soon. We might have to start thinking about making arrangements for Scott to go in nappies.”

Scott felt a terrible sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He knew school was coming and yet when his mum brought it up it felt so much closer. With his lack of toilet training nappies were an inevitability, the memory of his day out in pull-ups filled him with dread and he knew there was no way he could repeat that again. Scott excused himself from the table as soon as possible and when he started walking towards his room he felt a trickle of pee enter his already wet nappy.

The humiliation of still being in nappies when his baby brother had graduated to proper underwear made Scott feel unwell. The thought that he was soon to start his final term at school was even scarier, he could only imagine what sort of pariah he would become if people found out what he was wearing. He already feared what Lyra might’ve told people, he had been hoping he could be out of nappies so he could deny it all but that was looking impossible.

[Babypants]

Thanks, LBJ, your time line really helps a lot.  Hard to believe that this entire story has taken less than two weeks to unfold.  

[D503]

Great chapter! I doubt he'll survive normal school.

[Sarah Penguin]

[paddy1965]

Well Scott is now the baby of the family. His mommy will find a school suitable for for her big baby. And I’m sure huw will be in the same room as Elliott as Scott is transferred into the nursery were everything is set up for a nappy  wearing baby. 
really loving this story❤️