This story is written by Les Lea
Once home Lizzie’s first job was to get Billy cleaned up. He felt totally dejected, the bad start to the day, having to wear padding, had gotten worse and the only saving grace had, ridiculous to say, ended up being his thick, glossy disposable.
Billy was eleven years old and hated being made into this vulnerable little kid. The fact that his nakedness was ignored as he was stripped out of his wet clothes and treated like, well, like he had no say in anything anymore infuriated him, but was powerless against the female forces he was up against.
His small stature and slim physique made it so, no matter how hard he fought (and he did), he was really no challenger to Lizzie’s complete and utter dominance. From being a toddler to now, he was very much the plaything of his older sister so she had the final say in everything. Most times his sheer nuisance value and belligerent stance meant he was avoided but now she had him in her sights, he didn’t stand a chance.
He’d hated being made to wear a nappy to go into town, it seemed excessive and an attempt by Lizzie to humiliate him. Just because he’d wet a couple of times didn’t give her that right… well
Billy thought not, even though she had very easily manipulated him into one.
He hated his sister. He’d hated everything she’d done. He hated his mum for allowing her to bully him but, and this is what narked him, as it turned out, she was right and that took Billy to a strange place where he wasn’t sure of anything anymore.
Doubts about all manner of things were lying just beneath the surface and that made him very uncomfortable.
He could only guess how much worse it would have been to fill his pants so unexpectedly in public wearing just his usual briefs and shorts?
Begrudgingly he felt grateful for all the protection Lizzie had pinned him into.
He didn’t like this feeling of gratitude; it messed up all other thoughts.
Lizzie had no idea why Billy had crapped himself and wondered what he might have eaten to cause such a terrible result. She worried in case they’d all eaten the same thing and this was what the future held for all of them. Oddly enough, when she’d planned making Billy and Dee-Dee her babies Lizzie hadn’t thought through that it might include something as dire as changing a shitty nappy.
Of course, it wasn’t the first time she’d done such a thing. On many occasions, when Dee-Dee was a baby she’d happily change her and loved being allowed to dress her up afterwards. In fact, as she thought about it, even then she used to wrap her little sister in thick padding before adding plastic pants, a colourful onesie or cute little dress.
It had been fun making her baby sister look pretty and when she’d tried it with Billy a few times, being an annoying boy; he ran off or created a scene. However, when able to subdue him with the help of friends she thought how lovely he looked with his big frightened eyes setting off the pretty dress she’d put him in.
Meanwhile, Billy’s stomach continued to grumble and wasn’t sure the worst was yet over.
The look of total defeat was etched across his face… and in his stained nappy. So, now there were other consequences it was Lizzie who had to suck it up and deal with it.
Nonetheless, at that moment she loved the humiliation it caused to her whiny little brother. The fact that he had no idea what to do about his full nappy merely emphasised what a baby he was. The tears had been real, his utter embarrassment was real but he obviously needed an adult to sort his problem out.
Being quite a clever girl she realised that if she could get through this messy part of the operation it would give her more control over what her brother could do. She had to take away all his independence and manipulate him into doing exactly what she decided. She took a deep breath and slid down those new large slippery vinyl pants…
Under normal circumstances Billy would have been creating and making life difficult. Even in such dire circumstances his hackles would have been up and he’d be as obnoxious and obstructive as possible. But that was under normal circumstances, at the moment he was feeling decidedly weak and ill, was wearing a ballooning, shitty disposable and desperately needed some care and attention. Strange as it may sound he was getting it from his despicable, overbearing and annoying sister.
Billy had dumped quite a number. So it had been fortunate that Lizzie had gone ahead and padded him so well at the store, tucked in the fabric and made sure the elastic in the vinyl pants was tight around his legs. Otherwise a trail of brown liquid would have followed them all the way from the bus stop.
He didn’t know it at that moment but he really had to thank the hated shiny white plastic pants for presenting a leak-proof seal, which was able to contain the worst of what his body could no longer hold back. Thus the rustling of his plastic pants as she removed them was more of a plus than a minus; they’d done their job well. On top of that the delicate way they slid down his legs sent a shiver through his body causing another spasm and a jet of pee to shoot into the saturated material.
One positive thing Lizzie noticed, Billy wasn’t putting up a fight. He lay there quite still as she removed the filthy item and then proceeded to wipe him clean as best she could. His embarrassment at being naked was obvious but a gentle pat of his hand away from his penis was all that was needed for Lizzie to get to work properly. He looked both self-conscious and on the verge of even more tears but at least he wasn’t complaining, this was unusual for Billy.
He mentioned that his stomach was still bubbling and feared the worse so, once the initial clean-up was over, naked apart from a t-shirt, he made his way to the toilet and sat waiting for whatever was to come next. He didn’t have to wait long before the next stream of watery brown fluid gushed from his bum-hole.
Those nasty little bugs were having a field day in his gut but this time the toilet was the recipient, Billy thought he was very lucky to be in the right place on that occasion.
Whilst Billy evacuated all that was left inside Lizzie set about getting his room ready. The bed was already stripped and aired out so it was easy to fit a plastic under-sheet she’d found earlier in the attic, before adding the rest of the bedding. She’d discussed this preventative measure with her mother earlier when it had been decided to protect the mattress from further damage.
Always cunning and planning she had seen this development of adding a plastic sheet as a reminder of his wetting status and further proof he was nothing but a pissy baby around whom precautions were necessary. Of course she hadn’t said this to her mother, merely suggesting it as a way to lessen any damage to his bed. Sandra had thought it a good idea and a fairly easy first line of defence, she gladly given her consent.
Lizzie made up Billy’s bed and placed the bag of disposable on his dresser complete with the batch of new larger cotton nappy squares and soaker pads. A bunch of equally bold nappy pins were all clustered together in a colourful array.
Her brother may have thought his situation was only temporary but she wanted to emphasise just what a little baby he was. Having all this stuff spread out, taking over his schoolboy space and turning it into a room for a tot was sending a strong message even if he wasn’t aware of it yet.
Then she spread various powders, creams and lotions, as well as the big pink container of wipes in a sort of arc around the nappies. Finally, she opened a pack of 2-4-1 vinyl pants but was surprised to find they were pink. The image on the front of the pack gave no idea of the colour inside; she just thought they’d be another opaque white. The colour delighted her but decided that, for the moment, she wanted to keep them as a surprise for Billy so slyly hid them under the bag of disposables.
Eventually he was empty and felt marginally better if a bit hot, achy and flustered. After a shower he returned to find Lizzie waiting armed with yet more padding, this time they weren’t disposable but fabric.
Naked, apart from a small towel he was using to dry himself (which on seeing Lizzie he held tightly over his penis for modesty’s sake), he was stunned to see his room so transformed and for a brief second anger was his main reaction. However, before it took hold, he was taken by the arm and led to a nappy already set out on the floor.
Without so much as a word of permission she pulled the towel away and indicated he should sit on the prepared material.
Again anger was bubbling away but she didn’t give it a chance to brew.
“At the moment you’re a shitting machine so we need to get you well protected…”
She pushed him down onto the pile of fabric.
“…and before you start bellyaching… it’s for your own good… you need to be safe.”
This was the forceful and unsympathetic Lizzie.
The determined look in her eye showed she meant business and after the messy day he’d had wasn’t up for a fight.
It was strange that Billy associated the fabric nappies as being very childish but the disposables as more grown up, so he was unprepared to find himself being swaddled in proper thick (babyish) terry cotton cloth (with a couple of soaker pads added) and pinned firmly in place before a large pair of white vinyl pants were fitted over it all.
Lizzie loved to see the thick cushion the nappy produced and the fact that once applied, any indication as to the sex of the recipient, was completely obliterated. The huge padding at his crotch taking away the very thing that made him a boy, now he was just a sexless toddler. She wished she could really dress him up as she saw fit but, for the time being at least, the glossy outline of his bulky nappy was enough to make her smile.
Billy wanted to object, saying this wasn’t right for a boy his age, but after what had occurred thought it might be for the best. Besides he was too drained to fight her and certainly didn’t want to find himself with a great pile of do-dos in his pants. The shame and humiliation he was feeling had cut down his animosity towards his sisters. Why this had happened to him he wasn’t sure but needed Lizzie’s help now to make sense of, or at least clean up, his messy trouble.
“Please don’t tell mum about any of this…” He begged as he took in all the baby paraphernalia Lizzie had so recently used and now surrounded him. “She, she doesn’t need to know about my accident”
The look of panic on his face was real and Lizzie knew she had him.
“You’re in a bad way baby brother,” she said in a cross between a condescending and understanding tone, “so I don’t want to hear you object with the precautions I’m taking.”
He looked down at his thick padding and shiny plastic pants and sighed in exasperation but knew he had no choice. He reluctantly nodded his head.
He needed to keep in Lizzie’s good books so that was one of the reasons he wasn’t kicking up a fuss.
He thought if his mother knew he was shitting as well as pissing in his nappy she’d go ballistic and he’d have the sorest tanned butt in the country after she’d finished with him.
Lizzie tried to placate her worried brother by coming up with an idea, and that was, letting him take credit for his current outfit.
“Don’t worry; mum isn’t going to go mad over an accident, especially as you were already wearing protection. Let’s just say it was your idea.”
She paused to see if her suggestion had sunk in.
“We’ll say that after all your little accidents you wanted something to keep you safe.”
She was warming to her subject.
“All this,” she pointed to his huge protection, “is your idea. You just wanted… no…. you want to be on the safe side.”
She looked pleased with herself for coming up with what was obviously a wonderful plan.
“If mum asks we’ll say you insisted on wearing thick protection because you were worried you might yet have another accident.”
She looked at her brother with an encouraging smile.
“I bet she’d be proud that you had such, erm, forethought. She’ll be delighted.”
Billy didn’t like this at all. He couldn’t see mum being proud about shitting himself but was really quite exhausted from everything and couldn’t think of any argument against the proposal. Strangely, Lizzie was being nice. After all, had it not been for what she’d done he would’ve been far more embarrassed… messier… and humiliated in public.
He did feel completely washed out by the events of the past few hours; the shame, the tears, the pissing at the shop, whilst the sudden burst of diarrhoea had simply sapped his strength. The rumble and ache in his belly continued and there was a slight burning sensation in his willy but fatigue swamped him and he just wanted to rest.
Whatever argument he came up with to counter Lizzie’s suggestion she was able to shoot down fairly easily. Logic wasn’t Billy’s strength and she made it sound like his mother would be more pleased than mad at what had transpired. He wasn’t convinced but too shattered to keep up any form of objection.
He’d grimaced all through the nappy procedure.
The creams, the powder, the total disregard for his privacy, whilst he had physically shaken when she pulled the infantile material up between his legs and used large pink pins to hold it in place. Also the fact it wasn’t right for an eleven year-old to be dressed in such a way briefly ran through his mind, but, at the same time, he knew he needed it with the current state of his gurgling stomach.
“To be on the safe side.” Were Lizzie’s calming words all the way through the process.
Eventually, Lizzie managed to persuade him to take a nap and, though it was an anathema for a boy his age to be taking afternoon naps, after what he’d been through it seemed quite a good proposal. After all, he was feeling pretty drained, a bit achy and hoped that a little sleep would put him right.
His big, controlling sister guided him to bed and, as he yawned, convinced him that he’d feel better after forty winks.
The nappy was an awkward thick bulge between his legs he’d just have to put up with it. The resentment that had been there at the beginning of the day was forgotten and though he didn’t like it could see it might be necessary.
What was strange to Billy, this didn’t seem like Lizzie was doing it to embarrass him. It appeared she was just thinking of his ‘security’ and the desire not to see him mess anymore. So, no matter how much he’d like to have defied her he was in no position for that to happen. He didn’t know if or when his body would betray him next.
“Best be on the safe side” had been her mantra as she made his nappy thick and plastic pants impregnable.
All he wore was his chunky protection so Lizzie was overjoyed to see him waddle to his bed, rustling as he went, and flop down on his front; the huge plastic dome of his well-padded bottom shining in the afternoon light. Meanwhile, as she looked on, the slight crackle of the plastic sheet and the rustle of his vinyl pants as he settled down brought a wider smile to her face and a wicked thought to her brain.
“The baby has landed.”
She drew the blinds to darken the room and quietly slipped one of Dee-Dees teddy bears in next to him.
“Just in case you need a fwend to hug,” she whispered as if he was a toddler.
She loved the scene and was determined that was how her baby brother should always be regarded.
After the experiences Billy had he was more tired than he would have admitted and after only a few moments, drifted off.
In the interim, Lizzie was checking on Dee-Dee. She was still dry, which wasn’t a surprise really, but quite animated at the way her brother had been so easily coerced by her big sister. She’d been astonished at the shop by just how easily Billy had been manipulated into wearing such a thick disposable, with extra padding and plastic pants. It was true he’d wet but she thought he’d put up more of a struggle or run off.
However, the shame must have meant that any hostility he may have had was no longer there and he’d just do whatever Lizzie told him.
This was very unlike Billy but so like Lizzie; she loved to be in charge, get her own way and keep her stubborn little brother firmly in his place.
Dee-Dee had been so mesmerized by what Billy was doing… and then wearing, she’d forgotten all about her own protection. She still blamed Billy for ‘infecting’ her and making her wake up wet, but she knew she shouldn’t be having such accidents at her age. She’d been lucky that, unlike her brother who had publicly wet himself, she had no such problems. However, she was quite fearful, after seeing Billy do what he did, it might happen to her next.
Strangely, having gotten used to it, she didn’t mind the padding and besides (as she unintentionally stroked the plastic material), perhaps the protection her clever, older sister had insisted on hadn’t been a bad idea. She really would have been mortified had she wet in public.
Dee-Dee also liked the fact that Billy’s nappy and noisy plastic pants were far more noticeable than her own. She didn’t want to be that well-padded but realised, with all he’d been through; he probably needed such a copious amount of wadding. His complete and utter humiliation of wearing nothing but his nappy and pants as he walked through the shopping centre had her and co-conspirator Lizzie giggling behind their snivelling brother.
It hadn’t gone un-noticed that Billy had gotten very weepy, more malleable and juvenile in his mannerisms. He was crying an awful lot, a wet nappy really reining in his usual bluster, and seemed unable to do anything for himself so needed mummy’s or Lizzie’s help to cope. Like her sister she was of the opinion her brother was nothing but a big baby.
It was strange that the female perception of Billy was as a noisy, annoying, self-obsessed boy destined to be a pain to all who met him. Whilst his opinion of himself was that he was trying to be heard and noticed over the inaccessible tribal instincts of the females in the family.
Lizzie had made a discovery; keeping both kids as babies was going to be incredibly hard work. She needed help, and although she knew she could rely on a couple of her friends offering to lend a hand, the thought of making Billy subservient to his little sister would be far more enjoyable.
So, whilst Billy dozed in one room Lizzie was sounding out her sister to see if she fancied in on the game. She didn’t tell her too much, just hinting that her brother might need extra help in the days to come and would she be up for ‘helping’ out.
Not wanting to raise her little sister’s suspicions she told her that, despite what mum said, if she could go the night without wetting, she would be taken out of her protection and given back her knickers… but ONLY, Lizzie stressed, if she went the entire night without an accident.
Of course this was easy to organise, her squeezy bottle would be kept entirely for the Billy’s use and Dee-Dee would be none the wiser. Meanwhile, still wearing her thick protection, Lizzie told her to go and play outside in the sun whilst her brother slept.
She enjoyed seeing her little sister in her thick nappy and plastic pants and, it didn’t look wrong on her small frame. In fact, it wouldn’t look wrong if both her siblings were wearing the same infantile outfit.
For a brief second Lizzie saw both Billy and Dee-Dee wearing exactly the same babyish items and playing together in the sunny backyard. A docile Billy happily playing with dolls or enjoying a stuffed toy tea party, supervised by his little sister; both their thick padding and shiny, glossy protection, glinting in the balmy afternoon sunlight. Lizzie chuckled to herself.
As she set up a few toys in the garden, Dee-Dee, unaware of her sister’s involvement in her morning accidents, noticed for the first time just how much more work the two of them wetting the bed caused. The washing line was full of sheets, blankets, PJs and a host of other things that flapped wildly in the afternoon breeze. No wonder both mum and Lizzie were adamant they should both wear protection to cut down on the amount of laundry. For the first time she felt guilty about making so much extra work and thankful for her plastic security.
Once her little sister was gone Lizzie crept back into Billy’s room and squirted more liquid into her sleeping brother’s nappy. She wanted him to wake up soaked and in need of even thicker protection.
Had she checked she would have realised he was already pretty soaked, this extra dousing adding to the bulk of his nappy. Billy slept on oblivious to all that was happening in his plastic enclosure. Those naughty little bugs causing him to seep continually, changing the white fabric a pale but very definite orange colour.
“Wake up Billy, time for tea.”
Billy struggled awake on hearing the words and felt fingers probing his legs. He didn’t immediately remember why he was in bed and didn’t realise it was his mother who was checking his padding. Of course he was soaked.
Because he was still confused about being in bed, wearing such bulky protection and be sopping wet he was immediately on guard. He was sure his mother would go mental and start beating his butt with a vengeance. As it was she seemed to be understanding and quite calm. He didn’t comprehend why she was behaving in such a manner.
There was both confusion and fear etched on Billy’s face as his mother finally withdrew her fingers from the leg of his protection.
Billy dreaded what would happen next.
Sandra saw the anxious and nervous expression he gave her.
“Oh sweetie, Lizzie’s told me all about your accident.”
He looked at her horrified.
She had been surprised to learn from Lizzie about what had happened and further surprised to discover her son sleeping wearing such a thick nappy, which, according to her, had been his idea.
He’d slept deeply all afternoon so was still not fully awake as Sandra inspected his nappy.
His ballooning plastic pants and sluggish movement gave him a very juvenile look and she felt some sympathy for the torrid time he’d so recently endured.
However, tired from work as she was, there was no escaping that, at that moment he looked like a little boy in need of love and protection. After all, he’d had a nasty accident in public so, perhaps him wetting, was down to something more than being naughty or too lazy to get to the bathroom.
Dressed as he was it was easy to see him as a needy little kid and not the annoying eleven year-old who normally slept in that bed.
She couldn’t be too angry with her son who was suffering from a nasty stomach bug that had rendered him so indisposed.
“She said you’d insisted in the shop, because you didn’t feel well, you might need extra protection…”
The panic of having such a dramatic incident in the shop and on the bus came flooding back and an involuntary, nervous burst of burning pee shot into the front of the already saturated material. He couldn’t understand why his mum was being so sympathetic.
Whatever Lizzie said had taken the sting out of his mother’s reaction.
He wasn’t happy with the way this account was going, he didn’t want to take credit for the way he was dressed, but his mother continued talking and she seemed satisfied with Lizzie’s explanation.
“…so well done you for thinking ahead.”
Praise, from his mother, well that was something new. He was normally at loggerheads with the women in his life and here was his mother, being nice and supportive, even though he’d so recently filled his pants… he was confused.
Lizzie must have told her a pack of lies for her to be so tolerant but, whatever was said, it looked at least like he wasn’t going to get a spanking. Well, he hoped not.
Sandra had arrived home tired and frustrated; it had been that kind of day when business was taking its time. She had negotiated and charmed her way through an important meeting but still no one had signed on the dotted line. It looked like the discussions were going to carry on the next day. So, she was pleased that Lizzie had sorted everything out, even with Billy having such a dramatic accident… owing to “food poisoning, or something” her daughter had surmised.
Sandra was thrilled that everyone wasn’t at each other’s throat. Elizabeth seemed to have everything under control (as she knew she would) and even what could have been a disaster with Billy’s accident, was averted thanks to her children thinking for once. She was very pleased with her kids, even if frustrated with work.
She’d noticed that Dee-Dee was wearing protection (as a precaution seeing as what happened to Billy) and had to admit her youngest looked so damn pretty. Then being confronted with her argumentative son looking so sweet in his massive cushion of protection had been a revelation. She’d come home to a house that wasn’t at war but very much at peace. The kids looked ‘comfy’ (if well protected), so whatever Lizzie had done appeared to be working.
This was another thing that Lizzie mentioned to her mother that had got her thinking. She told her that since being put in thick nappies, there’d been less arguments and more cooperation between brother and sisters. Lizzie laid it on thick. Being treated as toddlers and having to wear protection had somehow, changed the way they interacted, and in a good way. Billy wasn’t happy but at least it had stopped him quarrelling as he’d to deal with what he was wearing (and depositing in his nappy) rather than annoying his sisters.
This wasn’t necessarily true but Lizzie was keen that Sandra should see the positive side of what she was doing, though decided she didn’t have to know everything that was going on to achieve such results.
It lifted a great weight of responsibility off their mother’s shoulders now she felt that Lizzie could cope and the children were all able to help. She was really happy that even argumentative Billy, feeling a bit queasy in the shop, had, according to Lizzie, insisted that ‘to be on the safe side’, he should wear a disposable… and it had paid off. The disaster that could have ensued had Billy not come up with the suggestion would have been too messy to contemplate.
Lizzie had speculated to her mother that perhaps Billy, and maybe all of them, had eaten something that had gone off, which might have caused the messy incident. She didn’t mention that
Billy had to come home wearing only his protection and no pants. She wanted her mum to think everything was as ‘normal’ as possible and she wasn’t just out to embarrass her brother.
Sandra was glad her kids, reacting to their wetting problems, realised protection was a good thing to have. Certainly in the short term (and she desperately hoped that’s what it would be), the little money spent on a few preventative measures was already paying off. Lizzie had not squandered a fortune but what she had bought was so obviously working.
Lizzie confidently let mum know that she was happy to keep taking full responsibility for her siblings.
Meanwhile, mum was still trying to cajole Billy to come down for tea.
“So, do you feel up to joining us for tea? Lizzie said that you’ve been feeling exhausted after your disaster…
She patted his padded bottom.
“No doubt something you’d eaten… but hopefully all that’s passed now.”
She smiled and held out her hand to guide him from his crinkly pit.
Billy looked at his expanded protection and shook his head.
“Mum, I can’t walk around like this… um… I need something to cover…”
“Don’t be silly. There’s only me and your sisters so no one is going to see.”
Billy had visions of the bus full of people who’d already seen his shame but, as his mum was in a good mood didn’t want to upset her.
She placed the back of her hand against his forehead.
“You do seem to be running a bit of a temperature… we’ll see how it goes before we do anything else. Are you coming?”
Awkwardly he swung his feet from the crinkly bed and got up. The weight of his soaked nappy felt really weird but thankfully the plastic pants kept everything tightly encased.
Wearing just his super-soaked and bulging padding he ambled down after his mum and sat at the table with his sisters who were both beaming at him. He eyed them warily.
Whatever Lizzie said had certainly got mom on-side so didn’t want to spoil things by complaining about what he had to sit in. He squished into his seat and the girls smiled at the soft rustling of his huge plastic pants. He was nowhere near comfortable but ate his meal with barely a word, whilst Lizzie explained to their mother about the venture to the shops and what she’d ended up buying.
She explained the store had been having an ‘end of season’ sale where special offers included disposables and fabric nappies in a joint deal. Lizzie had been proud that she’d been able to get a huge amount of fabric squares at a greatly reduced price. She admitted to being disappointed that vinyl pants hadn’t only been a 2-4-1 offer on some special packs. With the soaker pads, extra talc and anti-rash creams she’d also purchased the bill was really quite reasonable, which pleased Sandra.
What Lizzie didn’t mention was that, like her father, she’d indulged in a bit of criminality, so during the confusion with Billy’s accident, she’d managed to shoplift a few extra items. A few extra pairs of rubber pants, extra fabric squares and other bits and bobs had remained hidden at the bottom of her large shopping bag as she tried to rush her purchases through the checkout so as to attend to her messy brother.
The young lady cashier was full of sympathy for the young girl with two young kids in tow who, looking at their thick protection, were possibly ‘special needs’ children. She thought how awful the parents must have been to give a teenager such responsibility… and now the poor girl had to sort out her brother’s saturated pants. YUK.
As far as Lizzie was concerned it had all gone off wonderfully and Billy crapping his nappy on the way home was just the surprising icing on the cake.
Sandra couldn’t help but notice how well behaved her children were at the table. There were no quarrels, no snapping or baiting each other and that hadn’t happened at a meal time for many years. In fact, she couldn’t quite believe how Lizzie seemed to have stopped the inevitable squabbling. She was full of praise for the efforts her eldest had put into both the shopping and looking after her brother.
Sandra realised that perhaps them being put back into nappies had been the key. Certainly as she watched her son and youngest silently eat their food, the only thing that had changed since every other meal was that they were both in cushioned protection. Inwardly she thought to herself – If that’s what it takes then so be it.
Later, when Billy and Dee-Dee were watching TV, both in very visible inflated plastic pants, she pulled Lizzie to one side and privately had a word.
“Well Sweetheart, I don’t know how you’ve done it but… Thank You.”
She delivered a heartfelt kiss to her daughter’s forehead.
“Ohh muuummm.” Lizzie was a bit embarrassed but actually loved the praise she was receiving.
“As I said this morning, perhaps a few days in nappies and being treated as babies is just the incentive they need to grow up.”
Of course Lizzie didn’t really believe that statement but it seemed the right thing to say.
Also, she still had no idea Billy was wetting and shitting himself thanks to some nasty little bugs he’d picked up during his illicit swim. She thought he must have eaten something to cause the diarrhoea and although she’d hated having to change him, it certainly gave her an excuse to make sure he had to wear the thick padding she thought would shame him the most.
“Well, if Billy’s accident is anything to go by,” Sandra nodded in affirmation, “you certainly picked the best time to put that theory into practice.”
“So, is it OK to carry on? I mean, it appears to be working but I think if they keep wetting perhaps we should take it up a notch?”
Lizzie’s mind knew exactly how this would be achieved whereas her mother didn’t comprehend the lengths she’d go to humiliate her brother.
“Well let’s hope it doesn’t last much longer… I can’t understand why it should happen now, just at the start of the break…”
“Perhaps they’re just over excited?” Lizzie ventured.
“Mmmm maybe… but it does seem strange.” There was a slight perplexed look on her face as she stared into space in thought.
That was the last thing Lizzie needed, her mother questioning things. She had to think fast.
“Well the padding will take care of that” Lizzie said light-heartedly, bringing Sandra back from her ruminations.
With everything else that was on her mind Sandra seemed relieved she didn’t have to give it any more thought and gently rubbed her daughter’s arm in thanks.
Lizzie had been spinning a series of lies and half-truths to get her way and they appeared to be paying off. She convinced her mother that the ‘united front’ in dealing with the younger members of the family should continue “… seeing as how it was working”.
“Yes well… you seem to have it all under control Sweetheart, so I’ll leave it in your capable hands if that’s OK with you?”
“No probs mum. You just worry about work and I’ll sort those two out.” She nodded in the direction of the TV room.
It was amazing just how alike they were as they lay out watching TV. The same brown hair, the same small, slim bodies and the large gleaming protection, it wasn’t difficult to see them as a couple of incontinent pre-schoolers.
Whilst mother and sister chatted, Billy and Dee-Dee had been watching their favourite programme. Unfortunately for Billy, those nasty little microbes were multiplying and being very active in his gut. A sudden pain pierced his stomach. He jumped up with every intention of getting to the toilet and, although he thought he was empty, those feisty bacteria had been taking full advantage of what was on offer.
So, without much notice, he once again filled the back of his nappy in a huge wet fart; the lumpy, runny, disgusting discharge impacting dynamically on the already well-soaked fabric. It was so loud that it brought mum and Lizzie in to see what had happened but the look of sheer horror on Billy’s face, standing legs wide apart and shaking told its own story.
This story is written by Les Lea
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