The French Exchange (Chapter 27 - UPDATED 10/12)

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Chapter 25

Just as he was about to swing the gate open and make his escape inside, he heard Audrey's voice piercing through the air, calling for him and Karim.

"Will, Karim, à l'intérieur maintenant!"

Given the situation, hearing his name being called by Audrey was the worst possible sound. She was stood about 100 metres away and seemingly unaware of Will's accident, as she called him and Karim inside.

He exchanged a quick glance with Karim, their unspoken understanding clear – they were being summoned for a reason they both knew too well.

Will's heart sank, the brief escape back to normality shattered as he followed Karim back inside, with the wet pants only making the situation more desperate and embarrassing for the young boy.

Audrey had already made her way upstairs to wait for the boys. The walk back up the stairs felt heavy, a weight of apprehension settling in his chest. His shorts occasionally dripping on to the wooden stairs beneath him.

With a sheepish glance at Karim, Will headed to his bedroom, the same room where he had faced the fate of being changed several times by now but this felt different.

It was only 7pm and he had just wet himself in the daytime like a toddler who couldn't control himself. He lamented himself as there was no-one else to blame this time. The only person he could blame was himself. He was so engrossed in the tennis that he had totally ignored his need to pee.

Walking into the room, Audrey's eyes moved from Will's face to his shorts before she gave a disapproving shake of her head. 

Will's face flushed a vivid red, and he cast his gaze downward, overwhelmed with embarrassment.

She put a towel on the floor and directed him to stand over it, in an attempt to avoid him ruining the carpet in Karim's room with the continuous flow of urine dripping from his accident.

He stood timidly by the side of Karim's bed, watching as Audrey changed her son into a nappy. Will was confused why Karim was being changed into a nappy so early tonight. Audrey normally changed them much later.

The air was filled with the warm, comforting scent of baby powder and clean linen. Will glanced over at Karim, whose eyes twinkled with a carefree innocence that seemed unaffected by the world around him, in contrast to the panic that engulfed Will at this particular point in time.

Audrey's hands moved with the practiced grace of years, buttoning up Karim's shirt and tying his shoelaces into neat little bows. It was as if time had decided to hold its breath, allowing Audrey these tender moments with her son, who appeared entirely content to let his mother take charge.

Despite it not being the first time that he had watched Karim get changed by his Mum, he found the whole situation strange. At his age, most kids would have insisted on dressing themselves, asserting their independence with all the fervor of youthful rebellion. 

But not Karim. He seemed to find comfort in these simple routines, as if the act of being cared for was a love language spoken quietly between him and his mother.

As Audrey smoothed down the collar of Karim's shirt and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead, Will couldn't help but wonder what lay behind this intimate ritual. Was it a symbol of unspoken bonds, a nurturing spirit, or simply a habit that neither had outgrown?

Will certainly didn't want to be treated like a baby in the way that Karim seemed to like. He was old enough to dress himself even if he had now accepted that any nappy changes would be handled by Audrey.

For the first time, part of him was desperate to climb onto the changing table so that he could be cleaned up. While he didn't necessarily want to be put in a nappy, this latest accident had reminded him of the value of wearing protection.

His shook his head as he reasoned with his own thoughts. He couldn't believe that he had fallen so far that he was starting to want to be put into a nappy. What had happened to him?

Audrey turned her attention to Will. "À ton tour," she said softly. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions—comfort at her maternal care, yet a touch of embarrassment as his wet "big boy" clothes were pulled down and exchanged for a nappy after Audrey had completed the clean-up operation using an abundance of wet wipes.

As Audrey skillfully fastened the nappy around him, Will's eyes drifted to the pair of Karim’s "big boy" underwear neatly folded on the bedside table. 

A sigh escaped his lips at the thought of his short-lived independence. It was as if the underwear were a symbol of a freedom temporarily relinquished, a reminder of what could have been but wasn't—at least for now.

While contemplating this, he noticed that Audrey had already laid out his clothes for the evening—smart attire, with a crisp button-down shirt and chino style trousers. They must have been Guillaume's as he didn't recognise them.

He couldn't believe that she had picked out clothes for him. She was now treating like Karim. It was if she thought he was not grown up enough to choose what he wore.

Audrey couldn’t have known about his accident when she came outside and even if she did, it did not explain why Karim had been put into a nappy earlier.

As he looked closer at the outfit and then over at Karim, he started to put the pieces of the jigsaw together. They must be going out somewhere which is why he and Karim had been put into their nappies early. Audrey clearly didn't want to risk either of them having an accident in public again.

Having finished changing him into a nappy, Audrey picked Will up by the shoulders and turned him around so that he was now sitting over the front of the changing table, his legs dangling over the edge as they didn't touch the floor.

She picked up a pair of smart chino trousers next to Will. "Lève tes pieds," she instructed. As he complied, she slid the trousers over the nappy, pulling them up to his waist, after briefing lifting his bottom so that she can secure them around his waist.

Will felt the fabric strain around his crotch, the material taut over the bulk of the nappy. The trousers fit, but barely, and the nappy was unmistakably outlined against the fabric.

Next, she picked up a crisp white shirt and signalled for Will to put his arms in the air. She then pulled his arms through the holes and began buttoning it up. The shirt felt somewhat soft against his skin, and loosely fit around his chest, in contrast to the uncomfortable tightness below. "Reste assis un moment," she said, reaching for a pair of socks. Will again complied, feeling like a life-sized doll as Audrey put the socks on his feet.

"Debout," she ordered. Will obliged, standing there in a state of abject vulnerability. Audrey took a leather belt and cinched it around his waist, tightening his trousers and making the bulge in his crotch even more visible. The final touch took Will by surprise—a bow tie, which Audrey deftly fastened around his collar.

With the bow tie fastened neatly around his collar, Will presented a captivating blend of contrasts. The bow tie lent him an air of old-world sophistication, as if he were a miniature adult attending a formal soiree. Yet, juxtaposed against his youthful features and the undeniable bulk of his nappy peeking through his trousers, the bow tie also accentuated his childlike qualities, making him look like a large but cute overdressed toddler.

It was as though the bow tie was a sartorial bridge between two worlds, straddling the line between childhood innocence and adult refinement. In this moment, Will managed to embody both—looking simultaneously like a dapper gentleman and a cherubic toddler, leaving anyone who caught a glimpse of him charmed and a little perplexed by the delightful paradox he presented.

As he looked down to inspect his attire further, something else caught his eye. The trousers had poppers in the crotch area, a feature clearly designed to facilitate changing his nappy more easily. He felt like a toddler, utterly infantilised.

"Viens," Audrey directed, her voice gentle but authoritative. She led him towards the stairs, with Will following close behind like a puppy behind its owner.

Though Will couldn't thwart the initial release, he had mustered enough control to partially halt the resulting stream of urine. This partial victory showed that he still possessed some mastery over his bladder functions, a slight silver lining in an otherwise terrible situation.

However, the drawback of this small victory was that he hadn't completely emptied his bladder, and the nagging need to relieve himself had come roaring back, making it abundantly clear that he'd soon have no choice but to wet the diaper he was wearing.

He had no idea where they were going, but already, a sense of dread was settling in, punctuated by the increasingly uncomfortable sensation in his lower abdomen.

Stepping out the door and making his way to the car, Will was struck with the realization that he had a big problem. His bladder wasn't the only thing demanding relief.

A sudden stomach cramp indicated a mounting pressure in his bowels. Given that his faith in his ability to control his bodily functions had already been shaken, he couldn't help but worry that he might end up with more than just a wet diaper before the night was through.

[CDfm]

Well it could have been worse for sure.  Will has no one to blame for his being diapered except himself.  Audrey continues to treat him with kindness and respect but still gets done what needs to be done. While Audrey may have put him in this diaper in this case simply because they were going out, there’s little doubt he would be in one for the accident anyway. I wonder if he will be able to communicate his need to poop to Audrey or if those snaps are going to need to be put to use?  It’s about impossible to try and convince someone that you don’t need diapers when you are both wetting and messing them.  I am enjoying the story and will be watching for more of it. 

[wetdiaper55]

I loved this chapter . I will be following 

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Chapter 26

The car moved smoothly along the city roads, its interior animated by the subdued chatter and sporadic laughter of Audrey and Louis.

Will sat in the backseat, nervously tapping his foot on the floor mat. The pressure in his lower abdomen was escalating, each minute amplifying his urge to pee and deal with another, even more pressing bodily need. His mind raced with worry; could he hold on until they reached the restaurant, and even if he did, then what?

As the car pulled up to the restaurant's elegant entrance, Will took a deep breath to steel himself. He felt trapped by his own body's needs, already on edge before the evening had even truly begun.

The restaurant was aglow with warm lighting as the family stepped inside, their arrival accompanied by the gentle hum of conversations and the clinking of glasses. Will's heart raced with a mix of anticipation and anxiety as he entered, keenly aware of the nappy securely wrapped around him. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes quickly scanning the room to gauge the reactions of the other guests.

As he walked further into the restaurant, he offered polite nods and smiles, his nervousness hiding behind a facade of congeniality. His eyes met those of the other diners, and he couldn't shake the feeling that they were all looking at him, judging him, scrutinizing his every move.

Finally reaching their reserved table, he took a deep breath and slipped into his seat, the soft cushion offering a small semblance of comfort. The restaurant's ambiance was both inviting and intimidating, the elegant decor and refined atmosphere a stark contrast to the casual nature of their own home. Will felt like an imposter, out of place amidst the sophisticated surroundings.

As he sat down, his need to use the bathroom intensified. Will felt like a man on trial. The pressure in his lower abdomen was his personal prosecutor, building a relentless case against him. The sentence? A soiled nappy and public humiliation.

He fidgeted in his seat, mentally juggling the need to semi-focus on the conversation he barely understood, and the urge to disregard his escalating discomfort.

Conversation flowed around the table as the family exchanged pleasantries with the other guests. There was 16 spots at the table, many of which remained empty, hinting that there were more people to arrive. There was also a highchair setup, indicating that one of the families would be bringing a baby.

Will contributed to the conversation when necessary and to the limited extent that he could, but his mind preoccupied with the battle he was waging within himself.

The need to pee and the urgency of another bodily function were both relentless, demanding his attention and making it increasingly difficult to focus on anything else.

He squirmed in his seat, his face flushing as he fought to suppress his needs. He couldn't believe that he was in such a situation – surrounded by these smart people who he didn't know, trapped in a nappy, and struggling to maintain control over his own body. The irony was not lost on him, that in this elegant setting, he was dealing with something so basic and primal.

As the minutes ticked by, his resolve began to waver. He glanced around the table, hoping that no one could sense his internal struggle.

His efforts to maintain composure were reaching a breaking point. With a mix of resignation and desperation, and in the hope that it would relieve the pressure coming from his bowels, he subtly shifted his weight and allowed urine to escape into his nappy.

The damp feeling in his groin area was a stark reminder that he couldn't use the toilet like other boys his age; he was now relegated to using a nappy like a baby.

For a brief instant, Will relished the partial relief as his bladder emptied enough to restore a semblance of comfort, though not completely.

However, the need to defecate still loomed large, an insistent discomfort he couldn't ignore. Caught in a mental tug-of-war, Will grappled with the shame of his predicament and the practicality of addressing his remaining physical discomfort.

Then, as if scripted by some malevolent playwright, a sudden disruption shook his world. Just moments after he has given in to the need to wet his diaper, the restaurant doors burst open. A wave of air entered, and Will's eyes widened in disbelief when he saw who had entered — it was Phoebe, arriving with her host family.

Time seemed to slow as their eyes met. Phoebe's expression was a mixture of surprise and recognition, and Will's heart sank as their gazes locked. He felt like a deer caught in headlights, frozen in the realization that she was again witnessing him at his most vulnerable.

A soothing jazz tune flowed through the speakers, but the sweet notes couldn't chase away the turbulent symphony that roared inside him. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds under the candlelight, a vision that seemed to eclipse the elegance around her. He wanted to be the man of her dreams, but how could he when his own reality felt more like a nightmare?

Will felt torn. The empty seat beside him seemed to beckon for Phoebe to sit, something he deeply wished for. Yet, the idea of conversing with her, let alone revealing his recent regression to wearing nappies, filled him with dread.

While Phoebe's host family and Will's family engaged in polite conversation, Will fought to keep his poise. He was painfully conscious of his wet nappy, its weight feeling more pronounced than before. Fidgeting in his seat, he tried to find a position that would lessen his discomfort, all the while striving to conceal the noticeable swelling in his lower region.

As the conversation continued, Phoebe's warm smile and acknowledging nod offered Will scant relief from his self-consciousness. He mustered a tense smile back, a feeble effort to seem composed during the awkward moment.

As Phoebe engaged effortlessly in a spirited conversation, seamlessly transitioning between French sentences, her fluency only highlighted Will's linguistic inadequacies. Restricted to rudimentary phrases and sat wearing a wet nappy like a toddler, he increasingly felt vulnerable and worthless.

While Phoebe was clearly engrossed in the animated dialogue around her, Audrey's attention began to shift. Casting a glance in Will's direction, she caught sight of his anxious expression. Realizing something was amiss, she disengaged from the ongoing conversation. With a look of determination, she started maneuvering her way toward him.

As Will caught sight of Audrey making her way toward him, a gasp escaped his lips. His heart began to race; he knew that her approach could only make a bad situation worse. With the clean nappy he'd been put into less than an hour ago now wet, the prospect of her uncovering this fact filled him with dread.

Audrey first made a beeline for Karim, leaning in close to whisper something confidential in his ear. A hushed exchange followed, with Karim's head briefly shaking in the negative. Whatever Audrey had suggested, Karim had been clear to confirm 'no' to his mother. Unperturbed, Audrey resumed her mission, closing in on Will like a hawk closing in on its prey.

As she neared Will, the tension in his chest tightened. His heart pounded against his ribs, a frantic rhythm accompanying his growing embarrassment. Phoebe, still engrossed in her conversation with Louis, couldn't help but steal a glimpse of the unfolding drama but quickly redirected her attention to her companion.

Audrey's next actions showed a complete disregard for preserving Will's dignity. She signalled for Will to stand up and then with a casualness that sent shivers down his spine, she tugged down the front of his bottoms, exposing his nappy in full view of everyone in the restaurant. It was as if she had pulled back a curtain, revealing his most vulnerable secret to the world.

Audrey's fingers pressed against the front of his nappy, confirming its undeniable wetness. The sensation was mortifying, as if she were proclaiming his lack of control to the entire restaurant. She didn't stop there, though. Her hand ventured further, pressing against the seat of the nappy as if searching for something more. Will's mind raced with disbelief and humiliation.

Around the table, the faces of the guests told a story of their own. Some wore amused smiles, finding entertainment in the unexpected turn of events. Others displayed visible signs of revulsion, their expressions making it clear that they found Will's predicament repulsive. Meanwhile, a few children, perhaps too young to fully comprehend the situation, burst into laughter, seeing a grown-up in such a childlike state. Will, caught in the spotlight of Audrey's scrutiny and the reactions of those around him, felt smaller than ever.

Will found himself grappling with a growing sense of bewilderment. "Couldn't she have approached this situation with more tact?" he mused silently, his face aflame with an acute embarrassment that seemed to deepen with each passing moment. Audrey's actions weren't merely an acknowledgment of a potentially wet nappy; they insinuated a deeper concern— a suspicion of a soiled one. This left Will in an unsettling state of self-doubt.

He also couldn't shake the nagging question: why had Audrey chosen to scrutinize him in such a public manner? He meticulously revisited the evening, trying to pinpoint any subtle signs or cues he might have unwittingly given off. Until now, there had been no reason to suspect anything beyond a wet nappy. The thought that Audrey might regard him as incapable of managing even basic bodily functions felt like an indelible stain on his pride.

Will was however starkly aware that, unless he gained access to a toilet soon, he might well have to confront the discomfiting reality of a messy nappy. Without uttering a word, Audrey took Will's hand and led him toward her seat. Her actions and handling of the situation had only fueled his anxiety about the precarious state of his control, now leaving him with a gnawing uncertainty that persisted throughout his walk of shame.

Approaching her own seat, Audrey extended her hand towards a nearby changing bag. Her actions were deliberate and unapologetic. She unzipped the bag and began to pull out various items, one by one, with no regard for Will's dignity or privacy. Each item was displayed prominently for all to see.

First, she extracted a fresh nappy, holding it up as if showcasing it to the entire restaurant. Its unmistakable crinkly texture and unmistakably infantile appearance left little room for interpretation regarding its intended purpose. The disposable bag followed, a clear indicator of the intention to dispose of the soiled nappy.

Next came a package of wipes, their baby powder scent wafting through the air as she unfurled them with an almost exaggerated slowness. She let the wipes dangle from her fingers for a moment, emphasizing their presence.

Finally, she revealed a small bottle of baby powder. With a theatrical flourish, she held it high, the fine white powder visible to all. 

It was as though Audrey had a deliberate intention to broadcast to the world that she was about to embark on the task of changing Will's nappy, with an apparent disregard for anyone who might bear witness. 

The motive behind her brazen behaviour remained unclear —either she genuinely considered this act entirely ordinary, treating Will as if he were just like any other young child requiring a nappy change, or perhaps she aimed to emphasize the normalization of his situation, regardless of the stares and hushed murmurs that filled the room. Or, could it be that Audrey derived a certain satisfaction from humiliating Will and treating him like a baby? 

Audrey led Will down the room, her steps purposeful, each movement calculated to draw maximum attention. The babyish items she carried were on full display, leaving no doubt as to their destination.

The onlookers couldn't help but gawk at the spectacle – a young man being led away with all the accouterments of a nappy change laid bare for all to witness. Laughter and amusement rippled through the room as Will walked alongside Audrey, who appeared unfazed by the circumstances, while Will, head bowed, felt the weight of humiliation and vulnerability pressing upon him.

As Will embarked on the final leg of his walk of humiliation, even the waitstaff, previously bustling with drink orders and food service, came to a sudden standstill, struck by the astonishing sight unfolding before them. It was as though the entire restaurant had collectively paused to witness this unexpected spectacle of Will's journey to have his nappy changed.

Phoebe, having witnessed the entire ordeal, felt a mix of shock and, surprisingly, a hint of intrigue. The scene she had just observed was unsettling, yet oddly compelling in a way she couldn't quite understand.

[kerry]

On 9/9/2023 at 12:15 PM, Back to Babyhood said:

Audrey has spoken with your Mum and they both agree that it would be best if you wore some form of protection at night and when you’re out of the house. There’s no judgement from her or the boys. They just want the best for you and don’t want you getting embarrassed, if you have an accident or getting worried if you’re not able to make it to the toilet in time.”

and

Looking up, he met Audrey's compassionate gaze, her smile conveying both understanding and a hint of assurance.

Have I missed something somewhere? These two quotations from the last two chapters show clearly that Audrey is being considerate of Will's feelings. And then this public display???? What happened?

[Back to Babyhood]

17 hours ago, kerry said:

Have I missed something somewhere? These two quotations from the last two chapters show clearly that Audrey is being considerate of Will's feelings. And then this public display???? What happened?

Hi Kerry, thank you for the feedback which I appreciate. In hindsight, and having read it again, I agree that the writing could have been better.

While I stand by the view that Audrey has always been very matter of fact about Will’s accidents (going back to the way that she took him to the baby changing room after he wet himself in the car or her treatment of him while he was wearing a nappy at the theatre), I also acknowledge that she has generally been compassionate and the decision to publicly check Will’s nappy does seem a bit of out of character.

I pride myself on writing stories to a high standard but writing three at once and having a full-time job/busy family life does make it difficult to always find the time and energy to maintain the writing to the level that I would like to. I have already written and released the next two chapters on my Patreon but I’ll note your comments for any future chapters so thank you for sharing your thoughts 

[wetdiaper55]

I love reading the story... GREAT🛃

[BabyMage]

Please continue this story.

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As Audrey led Will towards the entrance of the ladies' bathroom, an uncomfortable tension loomed palpably.

Will stood at the threshold hesitantly, aware of the unfamiliar territory he was about to traverse and increasingly concerned at the pressure building in his bowels.

His apprehensive gaze darted around, scanning for any disapproving glances from others who might question a boy his age entering a space typically reserved for females or for very young children accompanied by their mothers.

As Audrey opened the door and signalled for Will to enter, his fear was realised when a French woman emerged from one of the stalls, her expression one of bewilderment mixed with a hint of disdain. It was evident that she couldn't quite fathom why a boy of his age was venturing into the women's bathroom.

However, her curiosity quickly transformed into understanding as her gaze shifted to the nappy firmly held in Audrey's hand.

An unspoken understanding passed between them, acknowledging that, in this unique circumstance, societal norms had been ignored as the lady recognised Will's urgent need for a nappy change.

To his surprise, the French lady gave him a sympathetic smile as she left the bathroom. He knew that the unmistakable necessity of his current situation would lead most people to assume he had special needs.

To him, that assumption was preferable, as the alternative explanation – that he was a normal teenager who had been put back into nappies because he couldn't keep his pants dry– was far more embarrassing to contemplate.

Within the confined space of the ladies' bathroom, Will's anxiety grew as he stood there, waiting for Audrey to find a suitable spot to change him.

He knew he had to seize this chance to ask Audrey if he could use the toilet, given the mounting discomfort in his stomach.

Time was running out and while it might have seemed a simple and very normal request for most people, summoning the bravery to speak up was difficult for Will.

Audrey released an exasperated sigh. By now, she was more than accustomed to changing Will’s nappies but she seemed perplexed about the current situation as she looked for somewhere to change the teenage boy.

The wall-mounted changing table was clearly intended for infants, and it was evident that a boy of Will's size wouldn't fit.

The cubicles were too small, and the restaurant lacked a specific baby changing room.

She contemplated returning to the car for the task but after a short pause, she decided against the inconvenience of having to move the car seats and head back outside.

With no other option available, she placed the changing mat on the floor and signalled for Will to lie down. The thin material provided minimal comfort against the cool tiles beneath. He hesitated for a moment, glancing at the open door, his heart pounding in his chest.

He felt exposed and vulnerable, acutely aware of the fact that anyone could walk in at any moment and witness this humiliating spectacle.

Suppressing his discomfort as best he could, he reluctantly complied, lowering himself onto the mat. He lay there, the cold sensation seeping through his shirt.

Audrey crouched down beside him, her hands deftly unbuttoning his trousers and tugging them down, revealing the soaked nappy clinging to his skin.

Will closed his eyes, trying to shut out the reality of the situation as she worked to remove the wet padding. The sensation of the nappy being peeled away was both uncomfortable and unnerving, his skin exposed to the cold air, only adding to his discomfort.

His heart raced as he lay there, unclothed from the waist down, the mat offering scant protection from the harsh tiles.

He felt like a spectacle, a helpless participant in a scene that was beyond his control. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his body tense with a mixture of embarrassment and discomfort.

In this deeply humbling situation, being changed in a women's restroom, open to any passerby, he found himself longing for the comfort and privacy of the changing table mat in Guillaume's room. It was, at the very least, a warmer and more secluded space.

Suddenly, a blaring ringtone echoed from Audrey's phone. She picked up and started conversing in an animated manner, granting Will a fleeting yet precious opportunity for contemplation.

Will was preoccupied by the compelling urgency to tell Audrey about his need to use the toilet for a number two before she completed the task of putting on a new nappy. Or even worse, before he had an accident while waiting for the fresh nappy to be secured in place.

Even at this point, he was having to fight hard to avoid messing himself as the need to relieve himself was intensifying by the second.

As Will considered his next step, he found himself reflecting on how Audrey had just dealt with the situation and her treatment of him in general.

Would she have applied the same humiliating approach with Karim, or was this level of public embarrassment reserved for Will only? Why was so open and blasé about his nappies? Did she actually want him to use the toilet? Did she understand his need for privacy and the embarrassment she was causing him? Why had his Mum allowed Audrey to do this to him?

These thoughts swirled through Will's mind. Audrey appeared entirely at ease with the current situation, with Will in his nappy, undergoing changes as though it were completely ordinary for a boy his age.

She seemed to regard his incontinence as a minor issue, taking a matter-of-fact stance that both provided a sense of comfort and, at the same time, left Will feeling a sense of frustration.

He couldn't help but wonder whether her approach to handling the situation was born out of necessity due to language barriers and their difficulty in effective communication, or if there were deeper motives at play.

Audrey had forsaken verbal inquiries in favour of taking direct action for the sake of efficiency and avoiding awkward verbal exchanges. However, this approach came at the cost of his dignity, casting him into the uncomfortable role of an infant with no say in the matter.

To some extent, Will recognized the rationale behind her actions, given the significant challenge posed by their language barrier, which severely hindered their ability to communicate.

Yet, a part of him believed that Audrey could have put in more effort to establish a means of communication between them.

He acknowledged his own role in this, realising that if he were less reserved and more assertive in expressing his needs, he might not find himself in this predicament. But, an unsettling feeling persisted that Audrey might be subjecting him to unnecessary humiliation, perhaps deriving an odd satisfaction from his situation.

Still, deep down, he believed that Audrey's actions weren't driven by the intent to demean him and that it was more likely that she didn't fully grasp the extent of his discomfort and how her actions made him feel.

He desperately wanted to get the words out of his mouth but something held him back, no matter how much he tried. He just couldn’t get the words out of his mouth….

It went beyond mere language differences. Will's difficulties in asking to use the bathroom dated back to his school days when he had multiple accidents due to his reluctance to ask permission to go to the toilet.

He didn't know why. Perhaps it was the shame of telling someone such personal matters, or perhaps it was rooted in his inherent shyness and anxiety? Or maybe it was his personality and upbringing?

Will inherently had a submissive nature, especially towards motherly figures. He was the quintessential "mummy's boy," seldom standing up for himself or voicing his needs. His upbringing conditioned him to do what he was told and not challenge.

The silent battle inside Will's head continued. What would he say to Audrey? Which toilet could be use? It would be strange for him to use the ladies cubicles at his age and he didn't have any underwear so what would he wear, if Audrey allowed him to go to the men's bathroom? Should he just make a run for the cubicle now and deal with the consequences later? All of these questions swirled incessantly in Will's head as he tried to work out what to do, knowing that time was fast running out.

Audrey abruptly ended her call and returned to the task at hand. As she went to reach for the fresh nappy, Will finally summoned the courage to sit up and convey his need. He had no idea how to say what he wanted in French so he decided just to say toilet in the hope she would understand him.

"Audrey, toilette," Will faltered, yearning for Audrey to grasp the urgency in his plea.

Acknowledging that Audrey was unclear about his need, Will decided to resort to using English in the hope she'd understand.

"Audrey... I need.... to use... the toilet." He said nervously, stuttering between words while also trying to speak slowly to maximise the chances of Audrey understanding his request.

Audrey's inscrutable gaze remained unchanged. Will's anxiety deepened, and he took a desperate measure to communicate his urgency. He shifted from the changing position where he had been laid, rolled onto his stomach, and began emphatically pointing at his backside, hoping this gesture would convey the pressing need to relieve himself.

However, Audrey's response did not align with the answer Will was hoping for, as she merely returned him to the position he had been in and continued with the nappy change.

It was like a game of very bad game of charades - how could Will convey what he needed, if Audrey wasn’t interested in figuring out what he was trying to tell her?

Then he had an idea, he would stand up and run into the cubicle and use the toilet.

It would be far more embarrassing, if he pooed himself in public rather than deal with the consequences of upsetting Audrey.

This newfound determination marked a departure from his typical submissive and reserved demeanour. In that critical moment, 

Will was driven by a resolute inner resolve to assert himself, acutely aware of the dire consequences that could befall him if he failed to prevent himself from soiling the nappy.

Just as he was about to execute his plan, he was interrupted by the sound of footsteps and then the opening of the bathroom door.

His eyes, wide and fixed, met a gaze that held him captive as he realised who now stood before him...

[CDfm]

Oh my!!!

A couple of awesome chapters.  I missed one, not sure why but it seems to keep happening to me. 
This first one I kept thinking Will must be having a dream.  I couldn’t believe that Audrey would be intentionally embarrassing him.  The later chapter explained her actions more and more along the way I saw her. But then the ending! It hasn’t been specifically mentioned who, but then we all know who it has to be that walked into the restroom.  I know Will is looking for a rock to crawl under. 
 wait to see more. 

[BabyMage]

Wonderful story. I have been waiting for update.

[wetdiaper55]

I can,t wait to see who it is walking in

[BabyMage]

Please continue the story. I've been waiting.

[BabyMage]

It's been a few weeks since"Back to Babyhood" has posted any story updates. I hope he is OK.

 

[BabyMage]

Bump

[wetdiaper55]

I do love reading this

[parkintochter]

Pretty much a bummer, that you stopped publishing anything because Patreon went down. You had already 3 chapters ready in december, but choose to ignore your fans and supporters who backed you on patreon, like myself. I don't even get a reply on my messages. Really disappointing

[wetdiaper55]

I would like to read more . I have loved reading this story

[wetdiaper55]

I would like to read about when he gets home

[BabyMage]

I wonder what happened to the author. Has he logged into the site recently?

I reread the story and I notice that the author switches between the words "nappy" and "diaper".

Opinions? I also wish the author (or someone, if allowed) would post the others chapters that were on patreon before it changed.

[parkintochter]

Here are the missing chapters. I hesitated to share them. But since @Back to Babyhood doesn't answer at all. Here are chapters 28-30.

The French Exchange (Chapter 28)   Will's eyes widened, his heart racing as their gazes locked. In that painfully awkward moment, he felt utterly defenceless, his privacy shattered. He remained frozen, unable to move or react, while Phoebe took in the unexpected scene before her—a half-naked Will on the changing mat, Audrey in the midst of changing his nappy. Phoebe's voice cut through the air, her tone a blend of astonishment and curiosity, "I’m sorry Will, I didn’t mean to walk in on you like this.” While Phoebe asserted that her presence at the scene was coincidental, the timing felt too convenient. It seemed curious that she decided to go to the bathroom so soon after seeing Audrey usher Will into the ladies'. Caught totally off guard, Will found himself at a loss for words. With a lump forming in his throat, he started to say, "I... I..." but his voice waned.  A burning flush then surged over Will's cheeks, his own heart pounding in his ears like a relentless drumbeat, as he fervently wished for an escape.  Phoebe's sudden appearance had not only deepened his profound embarrassment but it had also thwarted his plan to convince Audrey to let him use the toilet and his need to poo was accelerating at an alarming pace. In that moment, the prospect of getting up from the changing mat, exposed and vulnerable, and dashing to the toilet with Phoebe standing there watching was simply unthinkable. A fleeting notion flitted through his mind, as he considered enlisting Phoebe's help to convey his urgent need to Audrey. Yet, the overwhelming humiliation clamped down on his voice, leaving his words trapped within, a silent plea swallowed by his embarrassment. And then, before Will could take any further action, Audrey efficiently and decisively concluded the nappy change, securing the tapes firmly in place. The sound of the tapes sealing shut reverberated like a final verdict for Will, a stark confirmation that his attempt to use the toilet was rendered utterly redundant. He was now unmistakably trapped, ensnared within the confines of the nappy, with no escape in sight. With Will now securely fastened in his nappy, Audrey's attention shifted to Phoebe. As they engaged in conversation, Will lay there patiently in just a nappy, waiting to be dressed like a little toddler who was not trusted to put his clothes on.  The humiliation was all-encompassing, and he struggled to find words, to explain, to do anything to salvage his dignity. As Audrey completed the job of changing Will back into his clothes, Phoebe offered a small, uncertain smile in his direction, her gaze a mix of surprise and curiosity. He tried to offer a weak smile in return, but it felt feeble and inadequate in the face of his exposed state. As Will got to his feet, he felt like a shadow of himself, stripped of his dignity and exposed for all to see. He was eager to escape the confines of the bathroom and the associated shame that clung to him but the thick padding around the crotch area made his movements clumsy and awkward. Audrey directed Will towards the exit, with Phoebe still watching on. Her eyes followed him for a moment as he exited the room before she turned back to her own business. Walking beside Audrey, Will's footsteps were timid and hesitant. The scrutinizing looks and subdued murmurs from the other patrons amplified his discomfort.  The younger kids at the table found it hard to suppress their laughter, finding the sight of a boy Will's age being ushered back after a nappy change quite entertaining. Will looked down at the floor trying to avoid eye contact, conscious that his secret had now been exposed to everyone. Soon after Will took his seat back at the table, Phoebe returned from the bathroom and walked past him, pausing just before she passed his chair. She looked at him, with a mixture of concern and curiosity, her expression softening as she recognised his distress. It seemed that she wanted to help, to offer some sort of reprieve from the humiliation he was experiencing. "Will, are you okay?” Phoebe asked gently. His anxiety and distress prevented him from being able to voice his true emotions, as he remained silent. After a few moments of silence, Phoebe broke the ice “Will, I know you must be feeling embarrassed but I told you before that I understand so please don’t worry. It is not a big deal to me.” Phoebe's voice was gentle, laced with sympathy as she addressed him directly. Thankful for Phoebe’s understanding and kindness, he managed a small nod, his voice barely audible as he replied, "I don't know what's happened to me. You must think I'm an absolute loser." "That’s not true Will, lots of boys have accidents. Besides, I actually think you look rather cute in a nappy.” Phoebe whispered to Will playfully. Will’s cheeks reddened, caught between gratitude and discomfort. He didn’t know if he should be flattered or mortified by her compliment. Yet, he did know that her presence was strangely reassuring, a lifeline in the sea of his embarrassment. She seemed to understand that he needed support, and he appreciated that more than he could express. Phoebe eyed the spare seat next to Will. She then looked at him with a smile, “Looks like there’s a spare seat here. How about I come and keep you company?” His heart skipped a beat at the prospect, and he glanced at her, his cheeks flushing as he mumbled, "Uh, yeah, sure." As she settled in beside him, he couldn't shake the mixture of flattery and nervousness that coursed through him. He was sitting next to Phoebe – the girl he'd secretly fancied for so long. But now, after everything that had happened, he feared that her perspective of him had drastically changed. Despite her continued reassurances, Will couldn’t believe she really accepted a boy of his age having to wear nappies. As dinner was served, the conversation flowed between them. Phoebe made a conscious effort to steer clear of any mention of nappies, instead focusing on their experiences during the trip, the places they had visited, and life back home in England. Will found himself drawn into the conversation, the easy familiarity of speaking English with someone who understood his culture and experiences lifting his spirits. The chat with Phoebe had greatly uplifted Will’s spirits and it had also diverted his attention from the urge to relieve his bowels. But beneath the surface, a sense of unease still simmered. Tomorrow would mark their return to the rest of the class, and the thought of being with the other students while wearing a nappy was an anxiety-inducing prospect. He found himself wondering if he truly needed the nappies now, considering how his bladder control had seemingly weakened during his time in France. The idea of wetting himself in front of his peers was mortifying, and he couldn't shake the fear that he might be unable to hold it in. Phoebe's voice broke through his thoughts, her tone gentle and understanding, "Are you nervous about tomorrow, Will?" He looked at her, a mixture of apprehension and vulnerability in his eyes as he admitted, "Yeah, I guess so. I mean, I don't want anyone to know about this, and wearing a nappy in front of everyone feels... very embarrassing. If anyone finds out then I’ll be teased so badly" She smiled gently, her gaze sympathetic, "You're being really brave about it, you know? And who cares what others say. I think you're cute no matter what, and I promise I'll defend you, if anyone says anything." Will's heart skipped a beat at her words, his cheeks turning a shade redder. Her reassurance offered a glimmer of comfort in the midst of his turmoil.  Their conversation continued, the atmosphere between them surprisingly light given the circumstances. As they chatted, he was acutely aware of her glancing underneath the table.  Her next words caught him off guard, "Hey, Will, just so you know, the waistband of your nappy is sticking out a bit. You might want to wear something to cover it and keep it from riding up. You need a onesie but I doubt Audrey will have anything in your size sadly" He blinked, surprised at her observation. A onesie? Wasn’t that what babies wore? He couldn’t wear that. His cheeks warmed as he mumbled, "Thanks. I'm not sure...." Phoebe's fluent French seemed to extend to other areas as well. She leaned in a bit closer, her voice barely above a whisper, "I can talk to Audrey if you want. Maybe she can give you something to help hide your nappy better?" Will was touched by her offer, a mix of gratitude and awkwardness washing over him. "That's... really kind of you, Phoebe but I don’t need you to. Thank you." Will continued to enjoy himself and to momentarily forget his worries. But as the evening progressed and the drinks flowed, he became increasingly aware of the need to relieve his bladder again.  Even worse, the need to relieve his bowels suddenly returned with a vengeance. After a period of relief, he knew that he was now in real trouble as he shifted awkwardly in his chair. His discomfort grew more pronounced, his fidgeting becoming evident. Phoebe glanced at him with concern, her voice gentle as she asked, "Are you feeling alright, Will?" He managed a tight smile, despite his growing distress, "Yeah, I'm fine, I just don't feel that well. This food seems to have disagreed with me for some reason" Phoebe's understanding gaze met his, and she nodded, offering him a reassuring smile, "Do you need me to get Audrey for you?" "No, I'm fine, thanks. I am sure it will pass." Will replied, not wanting to alert attention to himself again. As soon as he had refused Phoebe's offer, he regretted it and realised that he had dismissed the help that he so desperately needed. In normal times, he would have just excused himself and gone to the bathroom but he knew that was not a possibility when he was wearing a nappy. Audrey would see him walking by and would then ask what he was doing which  would inevitably draw the attention of everyone sitting around the table. He contemplated taking up Phoebe’s offer to speak with Audrey but he concluded that would be just too embarrassing for him. He couldn‘t tell his crush that he needed his nappy removed so he could have a poo. Will was conflicted - he knew that his need was urgent but as he looked at the clock, it couldn't be too long till they left as they had finished puddings and it was getting late. If he could just distract himself for a bit longer then he could hold on and explain the situation to Audrey back at the house. Time appeared to crawl at a snails pace, as he recognised that his decision to wait might be a mistake. As he sat, the urge to use the bathroom grew intense. The thought of wetting his nappy was almost bearable by now, but soiling it would be a complete embarrassment, particularly in front of Phoebe and amidst the crowd of people.  As the intense pressure in his stomach built up, panic took over him. He knew he was on the brink of an uncontrollable accident, reminiscent of an infant's utter lack of control.  Frantically, he shifted in his seat, trying to reposition himself in hopes of suppressing the imminent release.  In a desperate move, he slipped his hand discreetly under the table, pressing against the nappy, hoping to somehow hold back the mounting pressure.  With each passing moment, the insistent pressure in his abdomen grew, signalling the impending event. His muscles, having fought valiantly against the inevitable, finally surrendered, losing the battle with his bowels and bladder concurrently.  The initial release of poo was slow, a thick, relentless pressure against the back of the nappy. The sensation was strangely warm, and he could feel it steadily expanding, pressing against his skin and spreading outwards. It was like soft clay being molded against his body, accommodating and forming to the contours of his seated position. With each passing moment, the flow continued, seemingly endless in its volume. The nappy, designed to be absorbent, began to swell and sag, the weight of its contents becoming increasingly evident. It creaked subtly under the strain, threatening to reach its limit. The feeling of fullness became almost unbearable, reminding him constantly of the situation he was in. The texture varied, with some parts feeling more liquid and others maintaining a thicker consistency. This combination created a sensation of both wetness and heaviness simultaneously. The warmth began to dissipate slightly as time went on, replaced by a gradually cooling sensation against his skin. As the flow finally began to slow, he was left with an undeniable awareness of the bulging, weighted nappy wrapped around him.  The physical discomfort was apparent, but the psychological acknowledgment of the event was equally, if not more, profound. As he finished his babyish act, his face flushed with shame, he knew that he had just cemented his fate in nappies for the foreseeable future. How could he argue for independence from them after behaving so much like a child? Not long ago, Audrey had just changed him, and now he had both wet and soiled himself again. Raising his eyes, hoping to divert attention elsewhere, he met the gaze of several guests. Their expressions were of surprise, some masked with concern, while others couldn't hide their shock.  The pungent aroma that wafted through the air confirmed their suspicions, leaving no doubt about the incident that had just transpired. He looked to Phoebe, who gazed back at him, her expression one of utter astonishment. The French Exchange - Chapter 29

Will's face was ablaze with a deep, scarlet flush, his eyes silently begging for understanding amidst the growing tension. Phoebe leaned in close, her whisper struggling to cut through the room's buzz. "It's okay, Will. Accidents happen. I'll go and get Audrey," she murmured, her voice a mix of calm and urgency. Her words, usually a comfort, did little to ease the sinking feeling in Will's chest. He could feel the eyes of everyone at the table boring into him, their stares slicing through his attempts to appear normal. As the room hummed with subdued conversations and the gentle clinking of cutlery, Phoebe approached Audrey, who was deep in conversation with a friend. "Pardon de vous déranger, mais," she began, hesitating, "je pense que... Will a eu un accident." Audrey turned, confusion etched on her face. "Que veux-tu dire ?" she asked. Phoebe scanned the room, ensuring their conversation was private. "Will... il a utilisé sa couche," she whispered, a note of worry in her voice. A shadow of frustration crossed Audrey's face. "Encore ? Mais je viens juste de le changer," she murmured, more to herself than to Phoebe. Phoebe leaned in, urgency in her whisper. "Il s'est... il s'est fait caca dessus." Audrey's expression hardened as she absorbed this. She turned to glance at Louis, a few feet away, unaware of their exchange. Her piercing look was a silent rebuke, laden with an unspoken 'I told you so.' Realizing the severity of the situation, Audrey excused herself and approached Louis. "Louis, nous devons partir maintenant," she said firmly. "Will a eu un autre accident." Louis, caught off guard, looked from Audrey to Will, who sat in quiet discomfort. "D'accord, rassemblons les garçons et partons," he replied with a note of resignation. Phoebe returned to her seat, worry etched on her face as she met Will's gaze. He sank further into his chair, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. The evening, once tinged with promise, now felt heavy with the weight of his current ordeal. As Audrey approached, Will's heartbeat escalated into a frantic rhythm. He shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of the telltale state of his nappy. Audrey, attempting to preserve Will's dignity, subtly leaned over and discreetly tugged at his trousers to inspect the nappy, mirroring the actions reserved for a much younger child. Her expression, a mixture of concern and dismay upon confirming the situation, silently broadcasted the severity of the issue. A hushed stillness enveloped the table, punctuated only by the occasional whisper and stifled giggles from the children. Audrey, looking flustered, quietly muttered a few words under her breath, which were inaudible to those around her. Swiftly, they gathered Guillaume and Karim, offering hurried goodbyes to the hosts while Will said a brief goodbye to Pheobe. The entire family then made their way to the car, each step heavy with the urgency and embarrassment of the situation. The evening, which had started with light-hearted conversations and laughter, was now ending in a retreat marked by a palpable tension and discomfort. The air was thick, not just with the lingering odor but with the weight of unspoken words. Audrey broke the silence first, her voice tinged with frustration. "Je te l'avais dit, Louis. Je compatis pour le garçon mais il est clair qu'il doit porter des couches à plein temps. Tu as vu ce qui s'est passé ce soir. Je venais juste de le changer. Pour le reste de son séjour, je pense qu'il vaut mieux le garder ainsi." Louis, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter, let out a sigh. His eyes stayed on the road, but his mind was clearly wrestling with the situation. "Tu as raison, Audrey," he admitted, his voice carrying a hint of reluctance. "J'avais tort. Manifestement, il en a besoin." The car's atmosphere was heavy with the realization of this new decision. Guillaume, sitting in the back with Will, wrinkled his nose and complained about the smell. "Ça sent vraiment mauvais ici," he muttered, his discomfort apparent. Audrey, glancing through the rearview mirror, responded with a mixture of sympathy and practicality. "Guillaume, ouvre un peu la fenêtre. Nous serons bientôt à la maison." As Guillaume and Karim reluctantly opened their windows, Will felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He knew he was the cause of their discomfort, and it only added to the weight of his own embarrassment. Louis continued, pondering the logistics out loud. "Si Will va porter des couches pour le reste de son séjour, alors il serait peut-être judicieux de déplacer la table à langer de Karim dans sa chambre," he suggested, his voice echoing a sense of newfound responsibility. "Ce serait plus facile que de devoir déranger Karim à chaque fois." Audrey nodded in agreement. "Je suis d'accord. Cela simplifiera les choses pour tout le monde." Will, overhearing his name in the midst of their conversation, felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. He didn't need to understand every word to know that these discussions about his care were far from promising. As they arrived home and disembarked from the car, the cool night air felt like a small relief from the tension-filled ride. The comfort of being home, however, was overshadowed by the knowledge of what was to come. Audrey, balancing a professional façade with evident discomfort, led Will by the hand to Karim's room. Karim watched with innocent curiosity and an element of jealously from the corner of the room as the older boy was guided to the changing table, a place that was usually reserved for him. Audrey patted the plastic changing mat, giving Will a reassuring smile as she tried to normalize the situation. She gently coaxed him onto the changing table, her voice steady but strained. "On va te changer, mon grand," she said, attempting to maintain a composed demeanor. Will, after a brief pause, climbed onto the table with trepidation. As he settled down, the uncomfortable sensation of the soiled nappy against his skin heightened his unease. Audrey was ready with all the necessary supplies for the change. She was adept at handling wet nappies, but it had been a long while since she had to manage a messy one like this. As she undid the nappy, her expression momentarily revealed her discomfort at the sight of the mess. Quickly regaining her composure, she started cleaning Will with a series of efficient wipes, each one reminding Will of his helpless state. Audrey lifted his legs gently, in a manner reminiscent of changing a baby, Audrey finished fastening the new nappy and helped Will into his sleeper. Despite having worn it before, the feelings of regression were overwhelming for him. Being dressed in a nappy and a baby-like sleeper, complete with a zipper at the back that Audrey closed, made him feel helpless and at the mercy of his hosts. Guiding him towards his bedroom, Audrey's voice was gentle but carried an unmistakable firmness. "Voilà, c'est terminé. Au lit maintenant," she instructed. Checking the clock as he entered his room, Will saw it was just 9 pm. This early bedtime, combined with the day's embarrassing events, felt like both a punishment and a regression to a childhood he had long outgrown. Audrey, seeming keen to put the day behind them, quickly left the room, leaving Will in solitude. Lying in bed, Will's thoughts wandered back through the events of the day. The tears came then, silent and hot, streaming down his cheeks. He cried for the loss of his normalcy, for the embarrassment he endured, and the uncertain future that lay ahead. Will's tears gradually gave way to a troubled sleep, offering him a brief respite from his turbulent emotions. However, this moment of peace was fleeting. The next morning, he was abruptly woken by the sounds of movement and clattering in his room. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, Will propped himself up to see what was happening. In the corner of his room, Louis was busy positioning Guillaume's changing table. Beside it, a stack of nappies and a nappy pail were now prominently set up, underscoring the reality that his time in France would be marked by his dependence on these items. The addition of the changing table to his room brought a poignant reminder of his situation. It took him back to the day his own changing table at home had been dismantled and put away, symbolizing a milestone he had proudly achieved. Now, that sense of progress seemed undone. Once Louis finished positioning the changing area and left the room, Will got out of bed and walked slowly to the mirror. There, he saw his reflection – a teenager, yet appearing oddly childlike with the noticeable bulge of a heavily used nappy. A deep sigh escaped him as he thought about the upcoming school trip day. It should have been an event that he looked forward to, but it now felt like a looming threat. As he turned away from the mirror, a sense of foreboding settled over him. The thought of boarding the bus, spending the day under the watchful eyes of his classmates, filled him with dread. What if someone noticed the outline of his nappy? What if there was another accident in the middle of the trip? The questions swirled in his mind, each one heightening his apprehension. He glanced back at the changing table, now a permanent fixture in his room, a symbol of his lost independence. The possibility of his classmates discovering his secret was more than just a fear; it was a potential reality that could change everything. Will took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. Today could be the day that everything came out, the day his secret would no longer be just his to bear. With this chilling thought, he slowly began to get ready, each action feeling heavier than the last.   The French Exchange (Chapter 30)   Will lingered in his room, his mind adrift in a sea of thoughts. Audrey's voice suddenly snapped him back to reality. "Viens ici, Will," she called out authoritatively, gesturing towards the changing table. This wasn't the first time Will had been changed on it, but being in his own room gave it a different significance. It felt as though the changing table had transitioned from being Karim's to his own, a symbol of his new, unsettling reality. Audrey set about changing his wet nappy with a brisk efficiency. Will grappled with conflicting feelings - appreciative of Audrey's gentle care yet deeply unnerved by his vulnerable state and her decision to regress him to nappies on a full-time basis. After finishing the change, Audrey left him momentarily alone, clad only in the fresh nappy. Will stared blankly at the ceiling, his mind racing, until Audrey returned, holding a onesie. "Debout, Will," she instructed, guiding him to sit up. With a mix of curiosity and apprehension, Will watched as Audrey slid his arms through the onesie and then gently pressed him back down to fasten it. The act of buttoning him into the onesie was done with care, but each snap echoed with a reminder of his juvenile attire. The onesie, a garment meant for babies, brought a rush of shock and an odd sense of comfort to Will. He felt an internal tug-of-war – the embarrassment of wearing something so childlike against the practical benefit of it concealing his nappy for the day ahead.  Once buttoned up, Audrey nodded, "C'est fini, tu peux descendre." Will cautiously got off the changing table, feeling the onesie hug his body.  Left alone in his room, Will stood motionless for a moment, absorbing his reflection in the mirror. The onesie, snug and youthful, was a stark departure from anything he'd normally wear.  Yet, in a strange way, it offered a semblance of security, discreetly hiding the nappy that had become an integral part of his daily life. Will stood in his room, taking a deep breath as he prepared for the school trip. "Just act normal. It's just a school trip," he whispered to himself, attempting to dispel the lingering unease that seemed to envelop him. After he finished getting changed into his 'big boy' clothes, he headed downstairs for breakfast. His backpack awaited him on the table, meticulously prepared by Audrey. She had included all the essentials - a lunchbox, a water bottle, and even a first-aid kit. Tucked away beneath these items were spare nappies and wipes, discreetly packed by Audrey. Stepping outside, the crisp morning air felt like a sharp contrast to the internal chaos he felt. Each step he took towards the bus stop was a battle with his mounting anxiety.  He kept repeating to himself, "It's a regular day. Just another school trip." But deep down, he knew this day was far from ordinary. Arriving at the school, Will made his way to the waiting bus in the car park. Mr. Thomson was there, clipboard in hand, greeting students as they boarded. Their eyes met, and in that silent exchange, Will felt a sense of understanding from his teacher. Mr. Thomson gently took Will aside, speaking in a hushed, understanding tone. "Audrey has provided some additional supplies for you, just as a precaution," he whispered, keeping their exchange confidential. Will gave a nod in response, but internally, he felt a twinge of dismay.  The fact that Audrey had deemed it necessary to send extra supplies could mean she doubted his ability to manage without them, or perhaps she didn't trust him fully. In either case, it felt like yet another instance where he was being perceived and treated more like a child than a teenager. As Will boarded the bus, he felt the inquisitive eyes of the teachers on him. Their glances, quick and laced with both concern and curiosity, made him increasingly self-aware. Ms. Jenkins, his history teacher, greeted him with a warm smile, but even her amiable expression couldn't alleviate his unease. It was as if they all were privy to his secret. Seeking some semblance of anonymity, Will chose a seat near the front, an area predominantly occupied by the younger group of students. Not long after, his friend Simon boarded the bus. Spotting Will, Simon flashed a grin and settled into the seat beside him. Having Simon close was comforting to an extent, but it also heightened Will's awareness of his own condition. The faint rustling sound of his nappy as he shifted in his seat was a constant concern. Worried that Simon might detect something amiss, Will made an effort to sit still and strategically placed his bag on his lap, both to obscure the nappy's outline and to keep the contents of his bag concealed. “You seem really on edge, Will. Everything okay?" Simon inquired, noting Will's unusual demeanor. "Just tired," Will responded, his tone laced with apprehension, fearing that Simon might suspect something. "Why are you keeping your bag on your lap? Hand it over, I'll put it up for you," Simon offered, his tone friendly yet assertive. "No, it's okay. I'd rather keep it with me," Will insisted, gripping the bag a little tighter. "Don't be silly, let me help," Simon insisted, taking the bag from Will's lap with a firm tug and stowing it in the overhead compartment. Now without the cover of his bag, Will felt exposed. He subtly placed his hands on his lap, attempting to conceal the noticeable bulge. "Are you sure you're okay, Will? You're acting a bit off," Simon probed further, his curiosity evident. "I'm fine, really. Just tired," Will repeated, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice as he tried to dispel Simon's suspicions. As the bus began its journey, he stared out of the window, watching the scenery slip by. He longed to be free from the anxiety that churned in his stomach, the fear of his secret being revealed casting a shadow over what should have been an exciting day. Not long after the bus journey began, Will felt the distressing sensation of pressure building in his bladder, a stark reminder of the delicate situation he found himself in. He cast a glance at his bag, now holding the essentials for his personal care. Outside, the picturesque countryside passed by, but it did little to ease the anxiety that held him tight. Upon reaching the caves, a natural marvel, the class disembarked with enthusiasm. The contrast between the cool, damp air of the underground and the warm air outside was immediately noticeable. As they ventured deeper into the shadow-filled caverns, Will's discomfort only intensified. The pressing need for a bathroom break loomed over him, yet the confined, winding paths of the caves left no opportunity for escape. Suddenly, Will felt an unexpected tap at his bottom, followed by a gentle touch on his shoulder. He turned around apprehensively, fearing that someone had discovered his secret and now knew about his nappy. "Hey, Will," greeted Phoebe with a playful yet friendly tone. "Phoebe, please, don’t do that. You scared me," Will responded, his voice tinged with worry. Holding his hand, Phoebe admitted in a soft, nervous voice, "Sorry Will. I'm a little scared of these caves." Will, finding solace in her touch, whispered back, "I know, they’re a bit freaky aren’t they? I’m also a bit scared…. I really need to use the bathroom, Phoebe." Phoebe's expression turned to one of concern as she quietly asked, "Oh… can you wait until we're back outside?" Will, feeling the urgency, replied, "I'm not sure I can hold it much longer." Phoebe offered a reassuring smile. "In the dark here, no one will notice, Will. Why don't you just use your nappy? I can help you find a place to change once we're out of the caves." Will's emotions were in tumult at Phoebe's suggestion – he felt a wave of gratitude for her empathy, but also a deep sense of embarrassment about her suggestion to use his nappy. The cave's darkness offered some privacy, yet the thought of needing his nappy in such a setting, even with Phoebe's reassurance, was far from comforting. With a hesitant nod, Will braced himself for what was to come. As he cautiously used his nappy, he was acutely conscious of every sound it made, the noise of urine hitting the absorbent material filling him with apprehension. He was gripped by the worry that the sound might be noticeable to others, or worse, that the nappy might leak or its bulk become more obvious. The increasing warmth and heft of the nappy as it absorbed the flow only heightened his anxiety about it becoming detectable to those around him. For the rest of the tour, Phoebe remained by Will's side, her presence a constant reassurance. As they lingered behind the group, Will tried to walk normally but became increasingly aware of the sensation of his wet nappy. Each step he took was accompanied by a subtle but unmistakable warmth and the slightly bulkier feel around his waist. As they neared the cave exit, Phoebe leaned in close to Will, whispering, "Let's not rush out just yet." Once the other students had moved ahead, Phoebe and Will emerged from the cave. Phoebe spotted the bathrooms in the distance and motioned towards them. They made their way discreetly, seeking to avoid any of their fellow classmates. Located a short distance down the hallway, set apart from the general hustle of the main bathroom area, there was a designated baby changing room. This secluded space, tucked away from the busy thoroughfare of the main facilities, offered a more private and quiet area, albeit it was intended for parents attending to changing infants, rather than a boy of Will's age. "Let’s use this room, Will. I can help you get sorted," Phoebe suggested quietly, as she pointed towards the baby changing room. Will's face flushed with apprehension. "But that's a room for babies. What if someone sees us? They'll figure out what is going on," he protested, the thought of entering such a space filling him with dread. Phoebe calmly countered, "What other option do you have? You can’t exactly get changed in the men’s bathroom can you? Imagine trying to change yourself standing up in one of those small cubicles. It won’t be easy. Plus your nappy tapes are quite noisy so if you have someone in the cubicle next to you then they’ll bound to hear you changing your nappy and wonder who it is. Then what? Your secret will be out." Will, despite his reservations, knew that Phoebe's points were valid. Opting for the baby changing room seemed like the better option in the circumstances. He didn’t like to admit it but there was also a certain thrill about the idea of Phoebe helping him, even if it was coupled with a sense of vulnerability at being so exposed, especially in front of someone he had such strong feelings for. Phoebe cautiously surveyed the surroundings, then walked ahead to confirm that the changing room was unoccupied. Once she was certain it was safe, she gestured to Will, indicating it was okay to proceed towards her. Inside, the room provided a welcome respite from prying eyes. As Phoebe secured the door behind them, Will lingered awkwardly to one side, his discomfort evident. Phoebe, sensing his unease, moved closer, her demeanor gentle and reassuring. "I've changed plenty of nappies, Will. It's okay," she said with a kind and understanding smile. "Thanks, Phoebe," Will responded, his voice tinged with embarrassment. "It's just... a bit humiliating. I don't really want you to see me in this state," he admitted, his cheeks reddening. Phoebe chuckled lightly, trying to lighten the mood. "Hey, I was there when you got changed before, right? It's not a big deal. Now, stop being such a baby and let me change your nappy," she said playfully, giving his ear a gentle tug. Accepting Phoebe's comment as light-hearted, Will couldn't help but smile back. "So, where do I go? I'm obviously not going to fit on that," he said, gesturing towards the small changing table, which was clearly inadequate for someone his size. "It looks like the floor is our only option. Go ahead and lie down while I get everything ready," Phoebe instructed. Will obediently lay down on the floor, his compliance reflecting his growing familiarity with the routine of nappy changes. The resistance he once might have shown had faded away, replaced by an acceptance of the situation. Accustomed to Audrey usually leading the process, Will didn't even consider preparing himself by taking off his shoes or clothes for Phoebe. He simply lay there, much like a young child would, passively waiting for Phoebe to take the lead and attend to his needs. "Your supplies... you have a spare nappy, right?" Phoebe inquired, looking around for what she needed. Will nodded and pointed towards his bag. Phoebe walked over and rummaged through it, retrieving a fresh nappy, some baby powder, and wet wipes. Returning to Will, Phoebe knelt down and began to start removing his shoes and trousers. Observing that he had not started to get ready for the change, Pheobe remarked “You’ve clearly got used to being looked after. I thought you would have been capable of at least removing your shoes and trousers, even if you’re not able to do your nappy.” She said with a snigger. “Sorry, I’ve just got used to Audrey doing it, I didn’t even think.” Will said with some concern, realising how dependent he had become on others. “Don’t worry, perhaps you like being looked after like a baby after all?”, she remarked with a smile. “ I don’t”, Will protested strongly but as he reflected on Pheobe’s words, he couldn’t deny that it was nice to be looked after and have no responsibility. As she pulled his trousers down, she noticed the onesie. "Oh, wow, look at that, Audrey got you a onesie. I mentioned it to her the other day but I didn’t think she would actually find one in your size. That’s great, it will help keep your nappy hidden," she commented, her tone one of approval. Will lay there embarrassed that Pheobe had actively advocated for him to wear something so babyish. Phoebe's change of Will's nappy was both methodical and gentle. She began by carefully removing his shoes and trousers, setting them aside with a calm efficiency. As she unfolded the fresh nappy and positioned it under Will, he felt an odd mix of emotions. There was the embarrassment of being so exposed in front of Phoebe, his crush, but also a tangible relief washing over him as he felt the clean, dry nappy being fitted snugly around him. The sensation of a fresh nappy, something he'd grown reluctantly accustomed to, brought a kind of comfort that he didn't fully want to acknowledge. Next came the onesie. Phoebe held it open and guided his arms through. "Arms up," she instructed softly. As she buttoned it up, Will was enveloped in the snug fit of the garment. The process, so reminiscent of a young child being dressed, made him feel a mix of warmth and unease. "You're a big boy, you can do the rest," Phoebe said encouragingly as she finished buttoning the onesie. Her words were meant to empower him, but they also reminded Will of the independence he had lost. He was now being given the autonomy of simple tasks, as if they were some sort of reward. Will proceeded to dress himself in his remaining clothes, his movements slightly awkward due to the bulk of the nappy. Meanwhile, Phoebe efficiently packed away the changing supplies and disposed of the used nappy. Her actions were discreet and nonchalant, helping to normalize the situation as much as possible. Once fully dressed, Will stood up, feeling the security of the fresh nappy. Phoebe gave a playful tap on his bottom, saying, "Ready to go?" Her lighthearted approach brought a small, reluctant smile to Will's face, easing some of the tension. As they opened the door to leave, they were unexpectedly met by a familiar face. It was Simon, who just happened to be passing by. His sudden appearance caught them off guard. "What's going on here?" he asked, his eyes scanning the scene in front of him, lingering on Will and Phoebe emerging from the baby changing room. Will felt his heart pounding in his chest, a rush of panic flooding through him. His mind raced as he desperately tried to think of a plausible explanation. The fear of his secret being revealed in such a public and unexpected way was overwhelming. He glanced at Phoebe, hoping for some quick thinking on her part, but he could tell she was equally caught off guard. For a moment, everything seemed to stand still. The hallway was quiet except for the distant sounds of their classmates outside. Simon's gaze was expectant, waiting for an answer that Will wasn't sure he could convincingly provide. The risk of his secret being exposed to his friend – and potentially the rest of his classmates – hung heavily in the air, a tangible threat that could unravel everything. Simon's eyes lingered on them, a sense of expectation in his gaze as he sought an explanation. "So, come on then, what were you doing in there?”

[CDfm]

Thank you for posting these.  I had been enjoying the story and was waiting for more of it.  I guess it’s over now.  That’s kind of sad actually.  It was a pretty good story. 

[007specialk]

You know a lot of writers get blocked. And then his patron page is not working I am glad he was kind to give us an update. Like all the other authors do. Thank you

[parkintochter]

3 hours ago, 007specialk said:

You know a lot of writers get blocked. And then his patron page is not working I am glad he was kind to give us an update. Like all the other authors do. Thank you

He didn't gave us an update or any information. I had this chapters because I subbed his Patreon before it got down

[wetdiaper55]

Thank you parkintochter for posting this part of the story .