This story is written by Les Lea
On the TV a game show host was asking the contestants questions – they got all ‘whoopy’ and ‘excitable’ if they got the answer correct and more points were added to their score. As I sucked and sucked, what was happening on screen became less and less important and all the jibber-jabber seemed to meld into a childish game. The warm milk tasted so good and with auntie holding me tight, her hand gently stroking my bare leg as she fed me the bottle, I was in a very happy and contented place. Auntie started humming some long past tune that I vaguely remembered from when I was a toddler and I closed my eyes trying to work out what it was. The TV sound became a jumble of small noises and I suddenly found myself looking at the screen which had elves and fairies playing.
The fairy voices were all very musical and the elves were sort of giggly and conspiratorial, they were planning some sort of adventure. I recognised the music in the background, it was the same one that auntie was humming, and it made me happy that I knew it so I hummed along. I looked away from the TV and there was Kenny, on the floor, playing with some stuffed animals and wooden toys, like the ones the elves had on screen. He was dressed in a short pink onesie, which, like mine, hid a huge diaper and plastic pants… except his were pink like the pacifier he was vigorously sucking on. I took in the room. It was quite large with alternate colored walls of pink and pale blue, whilst the carpet we were sitting on was a very pale green. I was aware that I also had a paci in my mouth and as I searched around I could see three more cribs up against the walls. In one I could see Jake, dressed only in his diaper, which was covered with lemon-colored ruffled plastic pants, he also had a yellow paci in his mouth. He was watching Kenny and I play as we crawled around the room pushing toy cars or building up square wooden bricks. Again, this is what the elves were doing on screen. With the paci’s in our mouths we couldn’t speak but I understood every movement and noise that Kenny made, and he was the same with me. Jake was in his crib desperately trying to join us but the bars were too high and every time he pulled himself upright… he kept falling down on his well-padded bottom.
***
We were all babies. We were big babies but still babies and couldn’t form any words, although a look or a gesture seemed to be enough to make each other understand what we wanted. There were others in the room. One crib held a baby that was fast asleep, the mobile above its head tinkling a nursery rhyme, and another with a toddler who was crying, although we couldn’t actually hear a sound, trying to stand like Jake. He was rattling the side of his crib in frustration, which set Jake off to do the same but no one came. Meanwhile, Kenny and I were building a fort for our animals but every time he turned around, his foot would knock down what he’d just built… he was getting tired and frustrated.
The music on TV was very soothing and after a short while, we both curled up on the floor clutching our teddy bears and started to doze off. I took a look around and even Jake had settled down in his crib and I could see the mound of his yellow padded bottom in amongst the blankets. Everything was peaceful and the tinkling music took over any thoughts in my head. Kenny’s paci had dropped out but he was sucking on his thumb, hugging his bear and fast asleep. I crawled a bit closer and put my face up close to his. His breath was gentle as he sucked but then I did a strange thing. I pulled out his thumb, tenderly kissed his lips, put his thumb back in and settled down to sleep. I looked around for my paci and found it tied to a ribbon that was pinned to my onesie. I sucked on it, cuddled my own teddy bear and began to drift off.
***
I woke up as auntie turned off the TV. My bottle was empty and I had no idea what the time was but I knew it was quite late because she was leading me by the hand to my room. My movements were slow, partly because I was still a bit dozy and partly because of the thick diaper between my legs. She pulled back the sheet on my bed and I slowly clambered in still half asleep. She patted my well-padded bottom, thanked me for a ‘real nice time together’, tucked me in and kissed me ‘night-night’. It all seemed to happen in a blur but I was glad to be in my bed – safe and secure – and it wasn’t long before I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
My eyes were closed for what seemed to have been only moments but, as the morning sunlight was brightening up my room, I realised, as my sight adjusted, it must be mid-morning. I was still yawning and stretching when auntie came in and wished me “Good Morning”
“Come on… get up… or we’ll be late for church.” She pulled back the sheet and, without asking, pulled the pop studs on my onesie apart to check my diaper. There was no point in arguing, as I said before, auntie is a whirlwind for ‘doing’ once she gets started. I was wet. I suppose the late night chocolate milk, delicious though it may have been, was a bad idea so late. Anyway, I hardly had time to take this fact in before my rubber pants were off and she was unpinning me.
“Auntie.” I tried to stop her busy hands. “We don’t really go to church… erm… I haven’t been since back home.”
She looked down at me as she took a wet wipe out of the canister and applied it to my groin. “I’m going… and I can’t leave you on your own so…”
My penis and bottom were clean in seconds and she showered powder all around and rubbed it in. She looked around and grabbed a pull-up and started pulling it up my legs. Again, it wasn’t what I wanted to wear if I was going to church, I wanted my normal briefs. However, half-way up my legs she stopped, looked me in the eye and seemed to read my thoughts.
“Sorry Si… just got carried away then. We are a bit late so, do you want the pull-ups or would you prefer something else?”
I was still laid out on my back with the onesie un-popped and feeling the cool morning air wafting around my naked groin.
“Something else please auntie.” I was about to point to my underwear draw but she nodded.
“I thought you might,” she said with a mischievous smile and grabbed a nearby triangle of material, lifted up my legs and pinned me into a new, fresh cloth diaper. I was frustrated but couldn’t find the words to tell her so but she saw me pointing to my underwear draw and went over to see what I wanted. Of course, there on top of my pile of briefs were the plastic pants. She retrieved and examined them before nodding as if in agreement with my choice, then swiftly added that finishing touch.
***
The cool plastic being pulled up my legs felt nice and my boyish anger fell away as she fastened the popper studs together. I thought… and then said… that I couldn’t go out dressed this way but auntie just wondered why.
“Well, I look like a baby…” Oddly, I was almost on the verge of tears so that would have completed the look but auntie was, as always, organised with the solution.
“Hang on there a moment.” And she disappeared from my room returning a few seconds later clutching something in her hand. “Try these.”
They were a matching pair of shorts that went well with the onesie except, they were blue with yellow cuffs around the waist and legs. She slipped them up my legs and then pulled me to stand up. Now it didn’t look so much like a onesie, just a t-shirt and matching shorts… sort of smart really. Also, when I looked in the mirror, they were quite loose so my diaper didn’t show that much. In fact, it actually felt very comfortable so I decided that if you didn’t know I was wearing a diaper, you probably wouldn’t be able to tell and before I knew it, I was being led by the hand to her car and we set off to church.
To be truthful I felt both nervous and naughty. The last time I’d been to church was when I was about 6 and a friend of mum’s was having her baby christened. The church was very old, the place was very sombre and everyone was very smartly dressed. It was quite a scary place for a youngster and I remembered I was being constantly told to be on my best behaviour. Now here I was, in the house of God and I was guiltily wearing a diaper… and no one but me, auntie… and I suppose Him… knew. It helped that this church was a noisy, happy-clappy place with loads of singing… it was all very colourful. I think auntie must have known I would like the idea of wearing my diaper in public and she held my hand most of the time to give me confidence. I’m not sure why it was giving me such a thrill, after all, I’d worn diapers to school and they could be seen by every other teacher and pupil. However, here in the church and amongst loads of strangers, there was no denying that the butterflies of excitement were flapping away in my stomach.
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As the congregation sang hymns I looked around and noticed, over in a corner, a statue of an angel with wings. I couldn’t make out if it was a boy or girl but it looked very pretty and I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. It was made out of white stone so the hair was very white, which made me think of Kenny. I wondered what he’d make of me dressed the way I was. I suspect that he would approve, even if my diaper and plastic pants weren’t that obvious. As it was, I unintentionally slipped my hand down the front of my shorts and slowly stroked the front of the onesie, which unfortunately prevented me from touching the smooth plastic. When I realised what I was doing I quickly withdrew my hand but not before auntie had spotted it. I’d been caught, in a church, fondling myself, I was sure there were parts in the Bible that the reverend would direct at me any moment. I was flushed, my heart was pounding and I felt sick. I began to worry that I’d be struck down when we got outside.
I was sure that auntie would say something but when it was all over, and we trooped from the building, she suggested we went to the diner for something to eat. I was still feeling guilty so anything to cover my embarrassment. Once there, and we were tucking in to our food, she asked me if I was enjoying wearing my protection. I wriggled nervously in my chair, the padding only added to the feeling of guilt… but I eventually just nodded to her.
I think she knew more than she let on although she still prodded me with questions… but I suppose the waffles, syrup and ice cream loosened my tongue and I found myself telling her all about Kenny.
***
Auntie Rose listened to everything I said, occasionally nodding, smiling or agreeing in my assessment of my friend. She thought he sounded a ‘brilliant’ friend to have and told me what a ‘supportive’ friend I was to do what I did so he wouldn’t feel as if he was the only one in diapers. It was as if she understood everything about me and I loved the fact that I could tell her anything and she would encourage me to explore my feelings.
“Si, you are an incredible boy.” She was staring deep into my eyes and touching my hand. “You are thoughtful and understanding… and…” she smiled, “a free spirit. Don’t lose that. No matter what any teacher … or adult says… don’t lose that.” Her face was beaming with pride but her words seemed very intense. “You are a long time old, don’t rush to be grown-up… enjoy the adventure of being a 10 year-old boy… it will be fantastic.”
I nodded. I didn’t know what else to do… I didn’t understand everything that she was saying and… I didn’t tell her everything. Like the first time I’d messed myself, or of me kissing him in my dream, or him sucking my thumb, or us rubbing ourselves against the mattress, or Buddy being spanked… although I felt I could have if I had wanted to.
***
It was getting late and she realised that Jake was supposed to be home soon and there were a few things she needed to finish off before that. When we got back to the house I went to my room to play on my Xbox, while she went to her room and I could hear the sewing machine being operated. I didn’t even think about changing clothes, these are what auntie dressed me in, so, that was going to be what I wore. Two hours later Jake was delivered back telling us what a ‘fantastic’ time he’d had. Apparently, they had camped out in the cellar where Mr Munroe had built a cushion castle, with tents around it and had devised games about knights and damsels in distress. Thanks to Jake, and his new onesie, that had turned into knights versus dinosaurs, which the kids enjoyed playing more. Thankfully, James’s father had provided a small chocolate fountain with marshmallows and fruit to dip into it and that had also been very popular.
Now I had my new outfit, and so he wouldn’t feel left out, auntie produced something festooned with racing cars she’d made for him to wear. He went off to try it all on and when he returned it fitted him really well. In fact, despite it being quite colorful and childish, I quite liked it myself but didn’t think I should mention that to auntie. Meanwhile, as he paraded around making ‘brummm brummm’ and ‘screeching’ noises of racing cars on a race track I noticed that it wasn’t a onesie like mine it was a separate t-shirt and shorts. As I examined the cars close-up, and complimented Jake on how fantastic (since the lake ‘fantastic’ had become the word I used for everything) he looked and how clever auntie was, I was quite pleased about the difference. She caught my eye and winked as if to say… I know what you’re looking for… but we have our own little secret. I loved my understanding auntie even more at that point.
***
I’d been in my onesie and diaper all day and it was beginning to bunch a little. I have to say that it had been a day like no other and I had experienced a thrill thanks to auntie’s encouragement and of course her clever work with a sewing machine. The phone rang and it was mum, she spoke to both Jake and myself and then to her sister but the outcome was that she wasn’t going to be able to make it back for another day or so. She said how much she was missing us but that we had to be good boys for auntie and make sure we had our clothes ready for school. This led us into telling her about the fantastic clothes auntie had made for us… and we couldn’t wait to show them off.
After auntie had put Jake to bed, got his school uniform ready and kissed him ‘night-night’, she came into my room. I was already out of my onesie and was just wearing my usual sleepwear of t-shirt and boxers. She asked if I had wet at all but I told her I’d been dry although I’d got a bit sweaty so I’d put the diaper in the wash basket in the bathroom. She then checked that I had my uniform ready and once it had all been accounted for, kissed me ‘night-night’ and turned out the light. As she closed the door she said how much she’d enjoyed our day together and how much fun she’d had, which put a smile on my face and whispered “So have I”.
***
After the weekend wearing diapers I decided that I’d wear my normal briefs to school but couldn’t wait to tell Kenny all about auntie and the onesie. It was lunchtime before I could get him alone, although I had noticed that his shorts weren’t as bulky as they had been recently… he was back to just a disposable and thin clear plastic pants. He still looked gorgeous and as we ate our sandwiches and drank our juice I told him about my fantastic present. He looked so pleased and said he couldn’t wait to see it, and suggested that we try to organise a sleepover soon so he could also wear his. He giggled as I told him about auntie getting me ready for church and putting a diaper on instead of my briefs. I told him about my fleecy, zip-up footed onesie that made me look like a rabbit and he thought I’d look brilliant wearing that… and perhaps he should start calling me the Easter Bunny from now on.
As our bare knees touched under the cafeteria table I wondered if I should tell him about drinking milk from a bottle and thought that Kenny is the only person I could, or would want to, tell that story to. He thought that Auntie Rose was a fantastic lady for letting me do all those things and being so encouraging. I told him about falling asleep as I sucked on the baby’s bottle and the dream that followed. He was overjoyed at being in my dream. He loved the idea of us playing together and the fact that we were babies. Juice almost came down his nose with laughter as I told him about how he accidentally kept kicking over the bricks he’d just built up. I took a deep breath and then told him about me giving him a kiss as he slept. He was silent for a couple of seconds then shyly said that even in a dream he liked the idea of that… he went on to say it was something he wanted to do to me as well.
***
There’s something about Kenny that just makes you want to please him. Our bare knees brushed against each other even harder and I felt a strange tingling in my shorts as I did so. It wasn’t unlike when I rub myself up against the mattress, and, like when that happens, I just wanted the feeling to continue. At the same time I desperately wanted to put my hand up his shorts leg and feel his plastic pants and stroke his disposable diaper but we were sat opposite each other and joined by other class mates who wanted to talk about a program they’d watch on TV on Sunday evening… apparently the ‘entire’ class was talking about it. Kenny and I were in a world of our own and hardly contributed to the conversation but the others enthused it was ‘the best thing ever’.
As the chatter continued all I could see were Kenny and the angel… and they were one and the same; it was Kenny’s face on the angel and now, in front of me, Kenny had wings. My imagination took over and I could see Angel Kenny, floating naked apart from his diaper, smiling down at everyone and calling me to join him. I can’t tell you how I felt at that moment but I do know that ‘fantastic’ doesn’t cover it. This beautiful boy is my friend, my best friend and… and… and… for some reason, I was starting to cry. I suddenly realised that everyone was looking at me and a concerned Kenny was holding my hand and asking if everything was OK. How could I explain the most beautiful moment of my life? How could I share that with anyone but Kenny? How could I get to the nurse as soon as possible as I realised my emotions had got the better of me… and I’d wet myself?
This story is written by Les Lea
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