A Done Deal 1 - 2

[Les Lea]

A Done Deal

 

Another upsetting night’s sleep – my duvet was bunched up and looked like I’d had a fight with it, the fleecy throw was caught up in some kind of jumble with my pillows and worst of all, my nappy, as it had been for the past few weeks, was soaked.

 

A few months ago a nightmare scenario started where I was either being chased or attacked by something which I couldn’t identify but found incredibly scary. I’d fought this unknown monster, I’d done battle with an unseen force and when, after the second encounter and second soaked bed, my mother (step-mother) had demanded I wore protection until the phase (as she called it) was over, I didn’t like it.

I shouted and screamed my absolute refusal, which didn’t go down well as I’d got to the stage (being fifteen) of arguing with every decision she made. That was until dad (Howard) came and ‘had a word’, which has seen me resentfully wearing a thick terry cotton nappy to bed every night since.

Dad is a practical man, an intense man; he’s also a very important and busy man and has little time for ‘stupidity’. He listened to all my arguments as to why I shouldn’t wear a nappy and then slowly, but methodically, disassembled each one of my points as either being unreasonable, selfish or simply illogical. He pointed out a nappy was what I needed and so that’s what I would wear. No ifs, no buts, it was all a ‘done deal’, that mother was right and I should “just get on with it”.

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My real mum had died when I was barely two years old so I don’t remember her too well but dad had remarried when I was five. He’d actually been seeing Diane for a year before he introduced us and was told that I was getting a new mummy... and new baby brother.

She moved in, they married and I now share a house with my step-family of Diane, Richard, who’s nine, William who’s seven and now, eight month old twins, Jane and Alfie. My father is a good man, he’s a pathologist at a lab in the city and we’re close and although Diane is a nice lady, as I’ve gotten older, for some reason I’ve grown to resent her and my brothers and sister.

I suppose, because I’m the eldest, it’s fallen to me to look out for my siblings but now I’ve had enough of baby-sitting and being, what I feel is, a general dogsbody.

Dad keeps telling me it’s what I get an allowance for but I feel I do more than my fair share of... well... everything. Which I suppose is what has led me to arguing all the time because mum is always at home now with the twins so I’m expected, because dad is out at work all day and has late hours to make extra money to keep a roof over his family, to ‘step up more’.

Bloody hell... I do enough around the house I barely get a moment to myself. I rarely get chance to go out because of school work and the family. My mates don’t come around any more because of the constant demand for attention from everyone.

“Jason can you do this?” “Jason, can you do that?” “Jason can you do the other?” “It will only take a minute” It never does and once started there’s always something else... it never bloody ends. “While you’re there can you...”

The house is a mess and all about the twins; the smell of pee and powder and if the weather’s bad clothes and washed nappies drying on radiators. Constantly being told to be ‘quiet’ because they’re sleeping and because she is always involved with them, I’m supposed to keep my two younger brothers occupied to make sure they do their homework (projects) which I also have by the way. If they need to be at football practice or some after-school activity, it’s me that has to chaperone them. The list never ends and so I don’t get much time to myself. I resent everything and everybody.

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Before the nightmares began, and I suppose it linked in to when the twins arrived, I’d begun to have little accidents. What I mean is that occasionally I’d pee in my undies, not enough to cause too much trouble, like stains on my trousers or jeans, but enough for me to know I’d better change my briefs pretty soon. I kept these little accidents secret and was able to deal with the wet undies myself. However, something else seemed to be bothering me and I didn’t know why. I know that with the announcement that twins were on the way, dad, and mum to a certain extent, went into panic mode and I suppose, because I’m the eldest I noticed more than my brothers.

I’m of the opinion that the twins were an accident: certainly from just how fraught the house has been since their arrival. Dad already was overloaded with work and now, with extra family to feed and clothe his life/work load is immense. I’m not sure if some of his obvious anxiety has rubbed off on me. We used to be quite a happy little bunch and dad had time for us all. Diane, was also pleasant to be around but now she just gives the impression of being constantly worn out and complains she doesn’t have the time to ‘pretty herself up’ for dad or for them to go out occasionally.

As a result her attention has turned to me as the eldest to ‘help out’ but I already did that but since the twins my workload has escalated and I rarely see anyone except at school. It’s as if she’s decided that if she isn’t going to have fun and do what she wants then neither is anyone else.

However, somehow with the twins came a number of new friends, mothers all, who pop around and tell Diane what a wonderful job she’s doing, what a hero she is looking after such a diverse family and that it’s quite right to expect me to step up. She’s been encouraged to be ‘the queen bee’ and we’re all there for her pleasure. Well that’s how it seems from the comments I get when they’re all around sipping tea (or sometimes a glass of wine) and complaining about their own lives and how easy men have it. Of course they often bring their kids around and so there’ll be a couple of screaming babies or tots seemingly having a breakdown.

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I’m not sure if I could blame the twins on my initial wet pants but I ask myself if all this extra responsibility is the reason I’m seriously wetting at night and have to wear a nappy to keep from nightly flooding the bed. I’m fifteen so of course shouldn’t be wearing a nappy any time, which means I’m constantly in a bad mood.

This is not helped by my step mum also being in a very ‘fragile’ mood, when it comes to me. If I’m in a mood, she’s in one. Of course my younger brothers are too young to take on too much responsibility but they get praised for doing the slightest thing and I’m held up to ridicule for complaining about the amount I have to do.

As a result my step-mum has it all worked out and it appears I’m there to benefit her decisions. She gets fatigued with the Jane and Alfie, and as dad starts work early, I have to fill in while she’s ‘resting’. As I say, I have to make sure the boys are up and ready for school fully dressed and breakfasted... and have done any homework, which I have to say, at their age is very simple but still it takes up my time and have precious little of it as it is.

I’m sick of it but now, because of these unsettling night time activities, which result in my daily soaked nappies, I’m constantly in a state of anxiety. Mum has pulled me up on several occasions about my ‘attitude’ and has decided that I’m just like the twins and need similar treatment. She seems to get a kick out of putting my nappies and plastic pants out on the line next to theirs. It’s embarrassing because it means neighbours know, though suspect, because of my ‘attitude’ towards her, she’s already gleefully told them that she now has to nappy another ‘baby’ in the house.

This doesn’t stop my resentment but at least I have my own room where I can occasionally find time and space for myself. However, even that is no longer private as she’ll waft in without so much as a knock and deposit my laundered clothes, and clean nappies, with a flourish and give me a condescending smile as she makes sure I’m aware of the crinkly plastic pants she blatantly puts on the dresser.

“Your protection darling,” she announces with a forced grin, “you will let me know if I’ve got yours and the twins nappies mixed up won’t you?”

I’ve asked for privacy but she just smiles and whispers that babies who still need their nappies don’t get privacy. Then flounces off leaving me steaming but with nothing I can do about it.

At one point I was so angry I told her that I’d go off and live with my grandparents (on my mother’s side) and she just laughed and said that an incontinent teenager is no doubt just what they want in their dotage.

He actual words were, “Bugger off then, I’m sure they can’t wait to look after a pants wetting, obnoxious little shit like you.”

She’s twelve years younger than dad and has the ability to be as sweet as pie when in public but as vicious as hell if you get on the wrong side of her. Which I have to say has become a great deal more noticeable since the twins arrived.

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Dad has quite a liberal, easy-going background where diplomacy, discussion and reason are the way people interact. He has always been there for me and we get on very well. I respect him and listen to what he has to say. I never used to argue with him.

Diane on the other hand comes from a family that has a military background, where she and her three brothers were in constant competition for their parent’s approval. They moved a lot from bases around Europe, so were never settled for too long, or there were long passages of time when their father wasn’t around as he’d been posted overseas. I suppose, if there’s conflict and your dad’s involved, that must leave you in a state of nervous anticipation the entire time he’s away. However, in a family of such an abundance of masculinity, the sole daughter had found that by undermining those brothers she often was able to deviously direct action her own way.

I’ve never met that side of the family. At the registry office wedding I can only remember dad, her and me, plus the registrar and a couple of witnesses. I gather that because she was pregnant said she didn’t want others to know her ‘condition’ so a big wedding was out of the question.

Thinking back, maybe I might be remembering this wrong, but I might have overheard granny telling someone she thought dad had been tricked into marrying her... but I could be wrong. I might have just thought that myself.

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Dad had warned me about my attitude towards his wife... I mean... I stopped calling her mum but she wasn’t happy with me calling her Diane so sent dad to have ‘another quiet word’. She insists that Richard and William call her mummy and now when she speaks to me she calls herself ‘mummy’ to me as well. If dad isn’t around I try and fight back but she just tells him when he gets home from work and I’m back in hot water. Then he goes off on one saying he expects me to pull my weight around the house, less back chat, more respect for what she has to do... oh... and act my age. Diane then undermines that by treating me like a little kid. She doesn’t let me forget I still wet the bed so sees me as just a big ungrateful toddler who still needs to wear a nappy.

“I wasn’t there when you were a baby,” she gives me that sickly smile, “but there again; it looks like you’re reliving being one. How lucky am I to get to change your soggy nappies?”

I seethe with rage but, as she’s holding up my well-soaked morning padding, it’s hard to argue the point.

The weird thing is she doesn’t seem that bothered about the wetting because as far as she’s concerned, the bedding is safe now I’m well contained at night. She has said, in one of her less aggressive moments that it’s no trouble washing my nappies as she has the twin’s daily contribution to do anyhow. She makes out she’s a martyr and I’m an ungrateful teen who acts like a toddler going through his ‘terrible twos’. She demoralises me all the time and dad, because he’s so busy and under a load of work-related stress, says “Listen to your mum.” He thinks, because of what Diane has said about me, that I’m just acting out and should be “contributing - not alienating” everyone around me.

It doesn’t help that at her insistence either she or dad has to help me with the pins and material to make sure my night time nappy is on correctly, although I suspect it’s more to make sure I wear one to protect the bedding. Yes that’s the other thing, she’s not only convinced dad that I need a nappy but I’m too incompetent to sort it for myself so need supervision.

She mentions the extra laundry she had to do when all this first started (‘as if I don’t have enough to do’ she complained to dad) and insisted on not only a waterproof mattress protector but as I’ve said, nappies and plastic pants to act as the best barrier. She convinced dad that I’m too resentful not to try and take it off so she needs to be sure. So, I’m supervised each night to avoid any possible leakage, which in truth they did on a few occasions where I half-heartedly put the nappy on myself. Dad has taken her side in all this (I suppose I can’t blame him too much because I’m fifteen and wetting the bed) and often looks at me as if I’m doing it on purpose... but why would I?

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Before all this my bedtime was when I wanted to go, I didn’t have a specified hour but ‘just be sensible’. However, now, because I have to be put in protection she insists I am ready by 8pm (at the latest) because she doesn’t want to be changing me at any time of my choosing. Sometimes, and I’m sure it’s out of spite, she tells me to get ready as soon as I’m in from school as she’s too tired to worry about putting an ‘argumentative teenager’ back in a nappy when it suits him. Dad takes her point and agrees which means often I’m wearing a nappy around the house when I’m still doing chores or worse still, when her friends pop by. I try and escape to the privacy (as if) of my room but that isn’t always possible.

I’ve complained that I can’t go out like that but she says that’s up to me. If I want to go out there’s no one stopping me, which is true but how can I go out and meet friends whilst wearing a nappy? My friends haven’t yet abandoned me but I see them so rarely, apart from school, that I might as well be a recluse.

As I’ve mentioned, ‘Mum’ on the other hand, has loads of ‘friends’ who also have kids and all seem to congregate at our house. There’s barely a pause in the number of people who are always popping in or ‘just passing’ and of course my nappies are not a secret to any of these visitors. Diane happily discusses my problem as if she’s talking about the twins and though I’ve objected and asked dad to have a word he just tells me to get over it.... “What if they come up with a solution?” and that puts an end to my complaint as far as he’s concerned.

So far they haven’t and I don’t anticipate they ever will (find that elusive solution) but it’s an argument I can’t win so the humiliation continues. If I’m in the living room or just passing through she’ll make a comment, or one of her friends will, and, as I say, she always speaks as if I’m a baby, so they do as well. I hate everyone and everything yet still can’t stop this night time flood, which of course makes me even angrier but also makes Diane’s position that much stronger.

And if I’m being honest the constant stream of pee seems to be getting worse.

+ tbc +

[parkintochter]

Hey Les Lea,
I really like the set up with the stepmom forcing him to wear nappies. But I think the potentially best parts of the story are pretty rushed because it feels more like a summary what happened. I'd love to read more about the beginning how she diapers him the first time and what his life is when she puts him in them more often and often. Does she make him use them? All these things pretty much already happened in the second you read about it. Place do a slower pacing. Please let the characters breathe and develop a little bit. The plot of this first chapter could be told in like 10 chapters.

[maly]

Thanks for the new story, Its off to a good start. I feel sorry for Jason.

Thanks

Maly.

[parkintochter]

I hope my critic wasn't to harsh. I just feel there is lost potential

[Les Lea]

Hi Maly

Jason is in for a bit of a ride but will he be happy about it... that's the question. It doesn't look like it now but will his stepmum have her own ways of helping him into nappies?

Hi Parkintochter

No your criticism was not harsh nor was it dismissed as I can see your point in the first chapter. However (and hopefully) as the story progresses some of those rushed parts will be addressed. But, as always, I thank you for taking the time to comment and such comments are always useful.

Thanks

Les

[Les Lea]

Part 2

 

Diane had Howard on side pretty early on. She continued to point out that his son, although getting older, was also getting more confrontational and disrespectful to both of them. As far as she was concerned this was not only a terrible thing to have to put up with but an awful example for Richard and William, who would be looking to their older brother as a role model.

“He needs to be shown that, as things stand, he is no more an adult than Jane or Alfie and should be treated as such... before he gets too clever and thinks he’s something special.” Diane’s anger at her stepson’s perceived disrespect for her and all she did for him meant she was not to be trifled with on these points.

“I don’t think wetting his bedding makes Jason something ‘special’,” his father tried to joke.

“Really, then why is he doing it?” Diane was adamant and wouldn’t let up, “I’m the one who has to do all the laundry, change the bedding and put up with his constant contempt. If I was you, as his father, I’d insist he wore a nappy all the time so he doesn’t forget he’s nothing more than a bed-wetting child.”

She threw the last phrase in with equal contempt she thought Jason paid her.

“Yes, yes, okay, I see your point.” Howard really wanted an easy life. His work was demanding and had long hours. If he had to go to court (where he hated sitting around waiting to be called) it meant other work had to be caught up on by his understaffed team. They, and he, were under constant pressure after government cuts causing tailbacks and the usual ill-conceived processes those cuts would cause. There was never enough time and everyone wanted results STAT or yesterday. It was never ending demand so he could have done without his son causing problems at home. He had hoped that with the twins now in the picture he’d have been able to rely on his eldest for a modicum of sensitivity to the situation.

There had been a time, and it didn’t seem that long ago to Howard, that his family got on well together. To him they were the complete set in Happy Families and that’s what he hoped was still the case. However, since the twins, and the extra work they brought, priorities changed and with that change... so did other things. Jason, who up until then had seemed a reliable teenager, had suddenly become, well, a teenager. When the family was focused on the new arrivals, he wanted some freedom and began to think about his own needs and not that of the family. The fact that, for no apparent reason, he’d began to have wet nights, which at the beginning he confessed to be down to anxiety nightmares, only added to a strange combination of individual requirements. Unfortunately for Jason, his timing was off because the twins were the centre of attention.   

Howard didn’t want to fight his wife (she’d had a tricky time with the twin’s birth) who was correct about his son’s awful attitude, it had been getting worse. So, on his next quiet chat with Jason he laid down the law. That meant, if there were any further complaint’s from Diane, all his grown up privileges would be taken away and just so he knew how that would feel, he’d be wearing nappies at night as a precaution.

Although his father wasn’t an angry man there was a perceived warning in his voice that Jason took seriously. To his horror he couldn’t help but notice that dad, a rather intense but thorough man, always looking forensically at a problem or situation, had decided to side with his wife. This hurt the boy because they used to have a much closer relationship. Jason resented the way he now had to share his dad with all his other kids and although he’d grown up with them that irritation was growing. Unfortunately, as that rage grew so was the intensity of his night time wetting.

He met every request from Diane (though not so much his father) with a grunt, an under-the-breath swear word or a huge put-upon sigh. He was being a teenager but that, together with his wetting problem, meant Diane wouldn’t put up with any of it. Her not coping was far from the truth, she was determined to succeed in getting her stepson to heel – she was the one in control whether her hubby or anyone else knew that or not.

“Just do as you’re told,” his father tried to rationalise the situation with his son, “she’s only doing what’s best for you and your constant obtuseness is not helping your case in the slightest. Make life easier for yourself and just get on with what she suggests... and then we’ll all be happy.”

His father never recognised the hurt and betrayal his son felt.

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That first night when he was returned to wearing a nappy was quite traumatic for Jason. Of course he’d wet a few times but now everyone knew about his problem it was embarrassing. His father had made good points about why he needed to heed what his step-mum suggested and although in part agreed, he couldn’t bear the thought of letting her win on any of them. He may not have wanted her to have such a say in what happened in his life but his father had, bit by clinical bit, reduced his argument to being that of a selfish irresponsible boy who was only making things worse and who really didn’t know what was best for him.

While he didn’t like the direction the ‘chat’ was going his father had made some irrefutable points (like his step-mum) but the one about waking up to a wet bed ‘just like a baby’ was the one that stung the most.

“But I’m not a baby,” Jason pouted, angry that his dad didn’t see that as a teenager such comparisons hurt. The annoying thing was that the wetting was getting worse but didn’t want to tell anyone... he was, despite his anger, pretty ashamed of that fact.

“Well you’re acting like one and what’s more your mother has an easy and none disruptive solution in preventing you waking up to a sodden bed. So, stop being obstreperous ... it’s for your own good as it can’t be very nice waking up...”

The fact that the way his dad now spoke to him was as a bedwetting little kid greatly demoralised Jason and realised despite being definite he wouldn’t wear a nappy... he wasn’t going to get much choice.

“Yes, yes, alright...” although he hated to admit it his dad was spot-on, it would be sensible to wear some form of protection. There was a moment of silence whilst both took in just what was being unwillingly agreed.

“Good, now I’m glad that’s settled.” Howard was relieved that at last his son saw sense.

However, Diane, having checked in on her kids who were fast asleep, had been listening at the door. She was armed with a fabric nappy, plastic pants, powder and cream... all the things the twins needed for a change, except larger. She knew she’d, erm, Howard would win the argument and, as in most things, was organised; not prepared to let things fester or for a change of mind. She gently knocked on the bedroom door.

“Yes love,” Howard answered and watched as she slowly entered armed with the very things Jason so hated.

“Uuuurrggghh” was the boy’s inevitable response.

“It’s getting late so I thought we’d get things underway... straight away... so we have no more worries, OK?” She looked to her husband for encouragement. Jason sat on his bed in silence though warily eyeing his step-mum. Unhappy that she came prepared but should have known, if his father was in favour, then he was going to lose the battle anyway.

“OK Jason, as it’s been quite some time since you last wore a nappy...”

Jason bridled now things were happening and it looked like she was going to do the deed. This was a culmination of events over some time – damp undies for several months but a soaked bed was really the last straw. He hadn’t been able to keep that a secret.

Howard gave an ‘affected’ cough, which indicated she needed to be more understanding and less pushy about her stepson’s current situation. She got the message though Diane being Diane completely ignored it. She may have at times acted like the timid and put-upon housewife but her self-awareness and determination was really what she was about.

She wasn’t going to put up with much more nonsense. “Look, you wet the bed and you need to wear some kind of protection. However, you can sleep in your stinking pit for all I care because I’m not going to wash and change your soggy bedding. Or, you can be sensible and wear what the Good Lord has recommended for centuries as the best and most instant way of making sure that a leaky pee-pee does the least damage.” She was half joking about the Lord’s recommendation but only half.

Jason was already feeling well-chastised by his father but willing to do as he suggested but now she, that bloody woman was having a go, and speaking to him like she would his little brothers. The enormity of the situation for him became too much and felt it difficult to keep his emotions under wraps; he unintentionally and embarrassingly began to sob.

Diane was quick to notice her obnoxious teen did after all have an emotional breaking point. Here was an unexpected opportunity where she could score points by immediately going over to comfort him. She knew that Howard would be on her side at this show of empathy so it would be down to Jason not to show his true colours.

“Now, now sweetheart, I know it’s all a bit, you know, weird but,” she said stroking his back and hugging him, though of course this was all mock concern “you really need to take notice of what daddy, erm, your father is saying. It’s what you need.”

He tried to pull away, he didn’t like that she was now so understanding, but her arm around his shoulder made movement difficult and any violent shrug would be noticed by dad... and he didn’t want to make things worse between them.

She indicated for Howard to leave them together so, ruffling his son’s hair, he departed silently and left the two protagonists together.

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Jason couldn’t look at his step-mum but she gave him a long look of appraisal before she began. Sensing that he was already on the verge of capitulation and all he would need was a firm but loving push, she kept the ‘empathy’ going.

“Look love” she said in a soft confidential whisper, “there’s only the two of us now... it’s getting late and you need to wear one of these if you want to get a good night’s sleep.” She waited for an eruption but it didn’t happen. “So, why not get undressed and I’ll help you with this.” She said holding up the piece of terry fabric. “I know, I know,” she said sympathetic to his shrug of reluctance, “but once it’s on and you’re settled, I can assure you you’ll be thankful for it.”

She nearly said something jokey about the twins being happy in their nappies but decided, at that time, it was best to remain ‘understanding’ but determined.

With hubby now out of the picture she didn’t have to ‘play nice’ but saw that it appeared to be working. He wasn’t as verbal or physical for that matter though thankfully it did look like he was coming to terms with the ‘grown-ups’ decision.

He gave no indication for her to proceed, although a good, uninterrupted night’s sleep would be most welcome. What was about to happen went against everything he thought made him a teenager but peeing the bed had reduced him to this level. He knew it but hated it. But, here she was, prepared and being nice and there seemed no other option but to submit. His thoughts and actions were a jumble and plagued by indecision, he couldn’t speak or move.

Not waiting any longer for a response Diane immediately began to get things ready.

With barely any resistance she helped him out of his clothes. Once he was all but naked, down to just damp underpants, she suggested he stripped the last item away himself. She noticed, as his shoulders drooped, the look of utter defeat cross his features. Despite everything he wondered if this was for the best and what she was doing was probably the right thing... well his dad thought so... but still... it was utterly demeaning.

“Look, the sooner we have you all sorted, the sooner all this will be over and I’m sure it will only be a temporary situation... you’re not going to be wetting the bed forever now are you?” She tried to sound upbeat but was determined not to let this moment of victory pass.

Jason was stunned into silence as thoughts over the last few months filled his head. How he’d managed to hide his wet undies for all that time but was he really fooling anyone or did she know all along? That first morning he woke up to a sodden bed and his ridiculous attempt to hide the fact... and then the embarrassment of having to admit to it when it happened again and again. In truth, despite his attempts to play down the situation, his need for some kind of padding had been a long time coming.

She didn’t wait for an answer but saw him hesitate and decided that she’d wasted enough time talking... it was time for action.

She dragged those yellowing white cotton briefs down and had him step out of them (she could have berated him about that but again kept her tongue), then wiped between his legs and crevasses with a towel, which was then laid on his bed so he could stretch out. He moved like a naked confused robot, not too sure what to do or where he should be. Diane knew this was an awkward but pivitol part of the proceedings so, without ceremony or permission quickly smeared in anti-nappy rash cream and doused him in powder before he had chance to complain or react.

There was an urge to protest, to shout and demand... something... but in fact the business he so tried to deny was occurring and he had no physical response to this initial assault.

She was tempted to talk baby-talk to him as she would when changing the twins but bit her tongue... now wasn’t the time to sound triumphant. She wanted it to look like the most natural thing in the world so, with her practised hands (thanks to the twins) had the various substances applied in seconds.

As she rubbed it all in, Jason was stunned by her speed and efficiency. This was it, the thing he dreaded was happening and strangely found his speech and limbs could no longer fight off the inevitable. It was like he was suddenly turned into baby and unable to respond. Even his breathing all but stopped for the duration as her firm determined fingers made sure every inch of susceptible skin was well protected. This entire state of affairs shocked him into inertia.

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Recognising he had no further fight left in him she quickly folded the nappy and fed it under his immobile bum, then, with equal decisiveness yanked the fabric tightly up between his legs. He had a terrified look on his face as he realised the thickness of the material that now surrounded his privates but, with an air of satisfaction, she took two large baby pins and fastened it firmly into place.

“There, I’m sure you feel a lot better already,” she flapped out a pair of clear but crinkly plastic pants before he could comment. “One last thing to make you all nice and secure” again the expected protest didn’t come so nimbly drew the noisy item up his legs and over his now soft cushiony groin.

She patted the plastic to remove any trapped air and slid her hands around to make sure all the fabric was tucked in. Once that was completed she smiled. “There, that wasn’t so bad was it? All done and you’re all safe and secure for when you have another accident.”

His clear plastic pants shone in the bedroom light whilst the well-fitted nappy with the two huge pins was clearly visible underneath. She was pleased with her work and her teenage nemesis now looked like a toddler with a mummy who knew how to look after her bedwetting little boy.

It was getting late so she pulled the covers down and helped him into bed. Jason moved as if he wasn’t really there, mentally he was paralysed. He wasn’t sure how this had transpired so rapidly but it had and was reluctantly getting accustomed to his new thick supportive nightwear.

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She’d done it; she had that insufferable child in a nappy now and was damn sure he wouldn’t be going to bed in future without an adult supervising his new routine. She’d enjoyed his sluggish reluctance as he climbed into bed but her success was to witness his well-padded and slinky bum slowly slip under the covers.

“Night-night love,” Diane said hardly keeping the sound of satisfaction from her voice, “Be a good boy and don’t try to take them off... I’m sure daddy would be most disappointed if you did.” So overawed by it all the ‘modest’ sound of victory passed by Jason who hardly heard the barb she’d thrown but still it left Diane very pleased with the result.

She chuckled to herself knowing that at that moment her teenaged stepson was wearing more or less the same as his eight months old brother and sister... no wonder she was so pleased with the outcome.

Once back downstairs and with all the kids now in bed it was just her and hubby... and she had a lot to say on the subject of his son.

She reiterated the problems and extra work he was causing and all but guaranteed that the ‘acquiescent’ young man she’d just left would be an angry and resentful brat when he woke up to a soaked nappy.

“He’ll be in a mood because we will have been proved right, it’s what he needs but that won’t stop him complaining and you dear husband need to be firm with him. Don’t give in and make sure he wears a nappy. We need to ensure he doesn’t renegade on wearing one so suggest we supervise him every night...  or it will be you paying for new bedding and a mattress.”

She knew with finances a bit tight her husband was worried about money. So, for the next couple of hours she went on emphasising her stepson’s need for padding.

She went on about how Richard and William had both been potty-trained by the age of three so had no worries there. Jason on the other hand was proving to be a bit of a soggy monster regarding his attitude to her, the family and his underwear... it had to be brought into line.

With a confidence that belied her slim physical appearance, she’d known, once Jason’s bedwetting showed no signs of stopping, there’d be a need to arrange protection for his bed and it would take more than a waterproof sheet. She wasn’t going to put up with a constant stream of wet bedding, underwear and pyjamas so settled on the best and simplest defence and that was nappies... if there were other choices, she didn’t even consider them.

She saw that getting him (rightfully) into wearing padding at night would not only protect the bed but might well rein-in some of his more bellicose behaviour. Howard was browbeaten with his wife's logic and intensity of what the answer to Jason’s problem was. And as the twins were wearing nappies why shouldn’t the only other pants-wetter in the family?  

+ tbc +

[parkintochter]

Really good chapter, thanks you for the slower pace. This chapter is how I hoped it would be ❤️ 

[maly]

Thanks for the new chapter.

 Maly.

[CDfm]

Loving the start to this story. I have been so busy I hadn’t even noticed you had started a new story.  I have missed reading your work.  You have a way about humiliating a young man and do so in a logical, rational,  and loving manner. You can’t help but feel bad for Jason.  It can’t be easy to lose your mom and then have some strangers come into your life and take away precious time with your dad. Jason having to do extra chores around the house would naturally be expected.  Being young and in that situation I can understand Jason’s frustration and aggravation with pushing back whenever he can. You and I understand that this is just making things worse for him but he needs to realize that before he can move on. I wonder if Diane might be doing something to cause some of these accidents.  It is a sure fire way to get some control over him if you are putting him in a diaper every night.  That may even get extended to all day and night. It’s great seeing a new story and I will be looking forward to more. 

[wetdiaper55]

I really like the way the story is going

[D503]

Evil Stepmom. Great stuff. It's hard not to wonder if she's somehow concocting his nightmares. 

I also wonder if she enlists the younger boys in his humiliation.

[Les Lea]

Hi each and all

Many thanks for the positive comments but 'evil step mum'? surely not... just an understanding mum whose only thoughts and actions are for the benefit of... erm... all her family?

Hugs and huge THANKS

Les

[Babydry]

Great Story! Well done! Will we see an update soon? 

[parkintochter]

55 minutes ago, Babydry said:

Great Story! Well done! Will we see an update soon? 

I'm still hoping that some day your Emily&Beth story will get an update, too. I really liked it. 

[A_Pale_Spirit]

This story is excellent. I've loved so many of your stories before I made an actual account on this site (originally in order to comment on another story I was a fan of) so I wanted to at the very least comment here and let you know how great this story is, and so many of your other stories.

[Les Lea]

3 hours ago, parkintochter said:

I'm still hoping that some day your Emily&Beth story will get an update, too. I really liked it. 

Sorry, I haven't done an Emily & Beth story as far as I can remember but I hope whoever is writing it takes note to finish it for you.

All the best and hugs

Les

2 hours ago, A_Pale_Spirit said:

This story is excellent. I've loved so many of your stories before I made an actual account on this site (originally in order to comment on another story I was a fan of) so I wanted to at the very least comment here and let you know how great this story is, and so many of your other stories.

Well thank you so very much A Pale Spirit for your kind words. I'm so pleased you've found some of my back catalogue and are enjoying them as well.

I enjoy writing for fun so it's always exciting to know that others are also enjoying what eventually ends up on the page.

However, I know there are many excellent storytellers on this site who are much better writers so once again I thank you for taking time out to  compliment me and my efforts... it is really appreciated.

Hugs to you and yours

Les