The Sleepover (one-shot)

[LtlGary]

AUTHOR'S NOTE - I have been meaning to work on my other story but hit a huge snag of writer's block. I had this idea in my head and I thought I'd give it a shot. I should have a new chapter up for my other story soon. Life has been chaotic with a new job, COVID and my own anxiety/depression issues. Enjoy and please let me know what you think - all feedback is welcome and appreciated! The story was somewhat based on a true-ish incident from my childhood.

THE SLEEPOVER

BY LtlGary

“Is Jamie here?”

“Of course, honey.” Mrs. Smith brushed her curly brown hair out of her eyes and called down the hallway. “Gary’s here!”

“Just a minute, I gotta reach a save point!” Came the response from upstairs.

“Come on in.” She ushered me inside.

I paused for a moment to waive to my parents, who reciprocated as they drove away. I hoisted my large backpack and walked in the ornate entryway. Pictures dotted the walls, showing Jamie from infant to last school picture. Heavenly smells drifted in from the kitchen, making my mouth water. I hurriedly climbed the stairs two at a time, reaching Jamie’s room a moment later.

I opened the door to find a disaster in the making: dirty laundry overflowing in the hamper, half eaten food in the waste basket, and toys strewn about. Mom would blow a circuit if she saw what state Jamie’s room was in. And the best part? Jamie wasn’t wearing any pants, and his diaper was on full display!

“Aren’t you cold?”

“Nope!” He reached up to turn off his flat screen television. “Come on, my Mom’s making your favorite!” I hurriedly dropped off my backpack in his large room. My eyes glanced over the large shelf containing diapers, wipes, baby powder and rubber pants.

Now you’re probably wondering why an eleven-year-old boy would be wearing diapers. Well, Jamie was born with a neurological defect that caused bladder incontinence. As he grew older he learned to change himself, but he preferred to leave it in the hands of his older brother Trevor or his parents.

School was another matter. Most kids were understanding, but there was always one or two that enjoyed picking on him. And me. One of the advantages of going to private school was it was easy to identify and expel the perpetrators. That was how Jamie and I met – outside the Principal’s office giving statements on the latest fight in the cafeteria. My school uniform was torn in multiple places. I was already dreading the ride home, because my parents didn’t have enough money to buy me another one. Dad was likely to tan my hide for fighting…again. Jamie unexpectedly gave me a hug while he explained everything. When the principal asked for my side of the story, I just simply nodded and whispered, “What he said.” I forget who handed me the tissue.

Jamie then offered to give me a ride home since both my parents worked long hours. I thanked him profusely for standing up for me. We joked with one another until Mrs. Smith pulled up in her fancy silver SUV.

“Mom, can I get a change?”

“Sure, honey. One second.”

I watched in awe as she opened the trunk of her car, and motioned for him to hop in. As Jamie laid down, she reached for the large diaper bag that was there in the trunk. She deftly dropped his school shorts, revealing the soaked white diaper underneath. She wiped him down, sprinkled baby powder and fastened a fresh diaper in between his legs. I glanced around, but most of the other students had been picked up by now. The parking lot was completely ours.

“Um…Jamie, uh…why do-“I stuttered.

“Birth defect. I have no trouble going number two, but my body doesn’t let me know when I need to pee.” He paused. “You’re not gonna tease me about it, are you?”

“I would never.” Especially since I had trouble keeping the bed dry at night!

“Good.”

“Um, one more thing. Can I get some help with English homework?”

“Sure, let’s exchange phone numbers!”

Since then, we’ve been inseparable. We’d always eat lunch together in between class. Mrs. Smith even started giving me rides home which took a huge load off my parent’s shoulders. We’d even be on the phone often – He’d help me with English, and I’d help him with Math.

Two months later, my parents told me they were heading to my uncle’s wedding in the northeast United States. They had contacted Mr. and Mrs. Smith to see if I could stay over for the duration. Should be just a weekend, but the weather was crazy where my uncle lived.

Fast forward to me making my way down to the kitchen, where Mrs. Smith was cooking up some stir-fry on the kitchen stove.

“Did you clean your room before letting Gary upstairs?” His mother asked. Jamie didn’t answer, and I saw him swallow nervously.”

“Don’t worry. I love to clean.” I patted him on the shoulder. Cleaning always helped me feel better about myself.

Jamie whispered Thank you to me as he started setting the table.

“Anything I can do to help?”

“You just take a set and let my kids do the work.” Mr. Smith walked into the kitchen. I took a seat after moving a few jackets off the chair.

“I’ll take those.” Mr. Smith plucked the clothing from my hand and moved them to the living room.

Trevor and Jamie set the table like clockwork, and soon the five of us were eating, laughing and enjoying one another’s company. Luckily, Jamie had forewarned me about his mother’s habit of always asking how school went every single meal, so I managed to keep her entertained with all the fun facts I learned in History.

Once the dishwasher was loaded, Jamie and I made our way back up to his room where we commenced cleaning. Fifteen minutes later, we had cleared out a full black plastic bag full of garbage, and had the machines take care of his dirty laundry. We set up shop in the bonus room, and started watching cartoons. I was so engrossed in front of the TV when a package appeared on my lap.

“It’s a thank you from my parents for helping me out so much. Math has never been my strong suit.”

Hell, I should be the one thanking Jamie. He’s helped me far more with schoolwork! I eagerly tore off the wrapping as Mrs. Smith came in with drinks.

I was surprised to find three pairs of two piece fuzzy pajamas! Each set was decorated with trains, animals and Marvel heroes! There was also underwear – briefs that were much thicker than what I was wearing! Had Jamie told his Mom about the poor state of my clothing? Or maybe she had noticed my stitching job on my school uniform? My parents had been too busy to fix it despite promising to do so. Frankly, I thought I did a good job after watching all the DIY videos on YouTube.

All the briefs set were solid colors: Blue, Red, and Green. I was almost moved to tears because no one had been so nice to me before. Mrs. Smith must have seen the emotions on my face as she grabbed me in a quick hug. I quietly thanked her.

“Uh, Mom? Why did you get his briefs so thick? I think these are 8-ply training pants, not the 2-ply regular briefs.”

“Hrm. Lemme check the receipt.” She whipped out her smartphone and pulled up her app purchase. “Oh, you’re right! I hope you don’t mind.”

“N-No. I’d prefer the training briefs.” I blurted out.

“Really?” Both Jamie and Mrs. Smith stared at me.

“Yeah. Did my parents tell you about my uh, trouble at night?”

“No, they didn’t.” The light bulb went off in Mrs. Smith’s head. “You’d like to wear diapers to bed while you’re here?”

I nodded vigorously. “I’d been wanting to ask but I couldn’t find the right words.”

“I’d be happy to get both of you ready for bed. Now go take a shower and make sure to get EVERY part of yourself clean. I’ll be checking.” She shooed me towards the bathroom.

I was in awe of the glorious shower. Back home, I had to share the bathroom with my parents. Not to mention all the nagging about not taking long showers, because the last thing my family needs is a sky high water bill. My parents never understood that I needed long showers to mentally relax. My eyes widened at the stainless steel furnishings, travertine tilework and the large fluffy towels next to the sink. I peeled off my clothing, and proceeded to wash away my anxiety in lovely warm water. It was if I was standing in a gentle rainstorm.

Twenty minutes later, I reluctantly turned off the water flow and opened the glass door to find Mr. Smith waiting with one of the large towels in hand.

“Hope I didn’t take up all the hot water.” I said as he gently toweled me dry.

“Doubtful. Jamie was taking his bath downstairs and still had plenty to spare. Or so he said.”

“He still takes baths?”

“Yup. Plays with toys too.” Mr. Smith paused. “Except you didn’t hear that from me.”

I chuckled as I followed him back to the bonus room. Jamie was already there, lying on the large changing mat that Trevor had just laid out. I clung to my fuzzy towel as Mr. Smith took his time putting Jamie in a diaper. My hand unconsciously slipped into my mouth I watched. I thought I broke my thumb sucking habit?

Mr. Smith positioned his hands under Jamie’s armpits. With a gentle heave, he handed him off to Trevor. Who was waiting with a set of drop seat one piece pajamas.

“Raise your legs, Gary.”

I lifted my bum as a fluffy nighttime diaper was positioned under my rear. Powder and rash cream followed. The side straps were secured, and my legs were gently lowered. Trevor handed Mr. Smith my brand new Captain America pajamas, and he gently helped me get dressed. It was like I had a cloud between my legs. I couldn’t be happier.

“Honey, can you get one of Jamie’s old binkies? We have a thumb sucker here!”

Moments later, Mrs. Smith came in with a neon blue pacifier. I giggled as I removed my thumb, allowing her to put it in my mouth. She made sure to clip the other end to my pajamas.

“Oh!” I forgot my blankie! I rushed back to Jamie’s room where I grabbed my white baby blanket. I managed to climb back onto the couch, and rested my head against the armrest. Trevor turned on Netflix. Or Disney. I forget which, cause my eyelids grew warm and heavy. I barely remember the introduction because the next thing I knew I was asleep. Jamie lasted halfway before falling asleep himself.

Mrs. Smith came to check on us after the movie was over. He popped our drop seats, and stuck his finger against the sides of our diapers. And we were both drenched.

“Darling, I’m going to need some help with the boys.” She quietly called to her husband. Mr. Smith brought over the supplies while Mrs. Smith worked on prying Jamie out of his pajamas. He didn’t wake, but I did.

“Told ya I was a heavy wetter.” I murmured sleepily as I pulled out the pacifier.

“Think you’ll wet again?”

“I’ve never wet the bed twice in one night. But there’s a first time for everything.”

“Agreed. Let’s play it safe.” Once again I found my legs lifted into the air. More wipes, powder and cream followed.

After the change was complete, I found myself being hoisted into the air. Now I didn’t weigh as much as other boys, but I was surprised. Mrs. Smith busied herself with converting the sofa to a large bed. It was one of those where you can pull out the frame from under the cushions. I’d seen those at the furniture store when I’d browse the mall with my parents. I was gingerly laid under the covers, and once again I found myself sound asleep.

***

The next morning I woke up dry, due to having being changed after the movie. I awoke to the smell of blueberry pancakes cooking on the stove. Jamie tried to get me to come to the table and eat, but I was just too warm and comfy under my blankets. He thought it was a good idea to unleash the tickle monster. Now I’m only ticklish on the bottoms of my feet, but Jamie found a way. Soon I was howling in laughter as I wet my diaper. Trevor managed to quell the melee as he escorted us to the table as we were taking too long.

Jamie and I filled our plates, and then made our way to the living room where we ate and watched cartoons. All the struggling and squirming had worked up my appetite, and I wolfed down my breakfast. Mrs. Smith led Jamie away for a moment, getting him in a fresh diaper in between commercials. I was next, but instead of a diaper I was put into my blue training pants.

When cartoons were finished, both of us went outside to run around and burn more energy. We tossed a soccer ball as well as a Frisbee to one another. The sun rose into the cloudless sky as we enjoyed its warmth. Both of us were in our undies. Jamie’s neighbors were too far away to notice nor care.

“Gary! Your mother is calling!” Mrs. Smith called.

I made my way inside where I was handed a cell phone. Mom asked me the traditional questions: How was I doing? Am I behaving myself? Am I doing all my homework? I said that I was doing well in my classes, and was about to start my homework for the weekend.

“Are you still going to pick me up Sunday morning?”

“I don’t think so, sweetheart. There’s a nasty snowstorm that’s closed down all the air travel. Mrs. Smith will take you and Jamie to school. I’m not sure when Daddy and I will get home, but I promise that we will.”

“Ok. I love you!”

“I know. Can you hand the phone back to Jamie’s mom? We have some things to discuss.”

I handed the cell phone back, and was surprised to find Trevor being marched into his room by Mr. Smith. Jamie’s father looked none too happy. I sneaked around to listen in. Mrs. Smith was busy talking to my mom. Most likely trying to convince her to get me a few new school uniform sets for me, and assuring that she would cover the cost.

I put my ear to Trevor’s door and listened as Mr. Smith admonished his older son about the importance of schoolwork, getting into a good college and his future. Apparently Trevor had been slacking in the grade department. The boy offered no excuse for his poor judgement. But what I heard next surprised me to my core.

“Pull your pants down, Trevor. Now.”

“But Gary will hear!”

“Do it or I get the paddle. And you won’t sit for a month.”

I hear some grumbling in the background.

“You need to wipe better, kid.”

“DAD!” I imagined his face turning beet red.

“Relax. I wasn’t much better than you are. Now let’s get this over with.”

I held my breath as I listed to the loud smacking sound echoed through the room and into the hallway. Followed by whimpers and cries from the boy. I could see the tears running down the big boy’s face as his bottom was tanned. His rear was likely changing color from pink to red. Finally, I heard him burst into tears. The slaps continued.

“You going to start turning in your homework now?”

“Y-Y-Yes, Daddy!”

“Good. Because I don’t want to do thi- TREVOR!”

All I heard was wailing sobs. Worried, I peeked my head around the corner to find Mr. Smith cradling his oldest son. Who apparently had leaked all over his father’s pants.

“Gary, can you grab a pair of training pants? They’re in the top drawer.” Mr. Smith spoke calmly, as if he was discussing the weather. I reached in and found multiple pairs in the same hue as the ones I was currently wearing. Handing one off to Mr. Smith, who gently and lovingly pulled up between Trevor’s legs.

“Send him away, Daddy. I don’t want him to see me like this!”

I didn’t want to embarrass him any further, but all I could think of was walking up and giving him a large hug. I wanted him to know that I cared about him. “I swear I won’t tell anyone. I shouldn’t have been listening anyway. Can we be friends?”

Trevor nodded as he wiped his tears away. I turned to Mr. Smith.

“Can you please spank me for eavesdropping? I want Trevor to know I’m serious.”

“Son, I don’t think your daddy has ever touched your backside. If you do this, then I’m not going easy on ya.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to.” I replied without missing a beat. “Besides, it’ll be another secret for me to keep.”

Both Trevor and Mr. Smith chuckled. I meekly walked over and draped myself over Mr. Smith’s knees. He pulled down my training pants and began swatting my backside. Man, he wasn’t kidding! My parents didn’t believe in spanking but I can attest to how effective it is! I squirmed for all I was worth but my backside still got roasted. I didn’t get it nearly as bad as Trevor, but at the end my rear was a bright shade of pink. Mr. Smith patted me on the back, telling me I did well.

“Now both of you get to work on your homework while I go change my pants. I expect it to be done when I come back down.”

When he left, I glanced at Trevor. “What subject are you having trouble with?”

“History. I just don’t see the point.”

Now History is one of my favorite subjects. I’m sure Mr. Smith knew this, as I helped Trevor write his report on the early twentieth century. Mr. Smith came back down and was surprised to find both boys engrossed in front of the computer. Me with my blue training pants, Trevor in his green ones. Trevor’s strongest subject was English, and I enjoyed sitting on his lap as we worked on my exercises.

“Is Jamie doing his homework?”

“He’s already finished his before school let out for the weekend.”

“Oh.”

Pizza was ordered for dinner. I curled up in the bonus room with a slice of pepperoni and my favorite book. I only managed to get halfway through before bath time was announced. Jamie and I were then ‘dressed’ for the night. Both of us were thickly diapered, and put in pajamas. We switched the TV screen and played Smash Brothers with Trevor (who was still in training pants) when Mr. Smith pointedly came in to tell us to go to bed. Grabbing my blankie, I curled up under the covers to go to sleep.

I don’t know how my pacifier ended up in my mouth, but I’m sure Mrs. Smith had something to do with it. I felt her hands changing my diaper an hour later, so that’s the only possibility I could think of. As I fell asleep, I found myself wishing that the weekend would never end. I enjoyed being at the Smiths, wearing diapers to bed, playing games and having fun.

Though I never found out if Trevor wet the bed that night. It wasn’t my secret to tell, and if anyone said anything I’d deny it.

***

Mom and Dad ended up being delayed a whole week. I enjoyed playing dress up with my new uniforms, and Mrs. Smith assured me that it was all paid for. She had even ordered a few more clothes for me. I loved the extra pairs of training pants but my crown jewel was the sailor suit she got me. She had a devil of a time trying to get me to take it off. Even for showers. Though all one had to do was threaten to spank me and I’d fall right back in line.

As I packed up my things in the back of Mom’s car, I noticed a large duffel bag that was stuffed to the brim. Jamie and Trevor were mum about the issue, but I had my suspicions. Taking a peak, I discovered it was several packs of diapers. Mom also received a small check, and was told that if she needed any financial assistance she could call the Smiths.

As I sat in the back of the car, waving to Jamie and Trevor – all I could think of was our plans to play together over the next few weekends. After all, I still needed help with my English homework.