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