This story is written by Les Lea
I stood pondering for a little while, wondering if at thirteen what I was planning on doing was a good or bad idea.
“Wake up honey.”
I hadn’t realised I’d dropped off yet here was mum smiling down and encouraging me to ‘wake up’.
“Oh sorry, must have dozed off.” I mumbled an apology. “What time is it?”
“It’s not late but,” she patted my padding, which I suddenly grasped I still had on and was wet. “I think we need to sort something else out first.”
I looked across at Helen wondering if she’d said anything. She was just smiling and nodding in an encouraging way.
Mum’s voice was pleasant, she didn’t appear cross or anything, but I think she could tell I was a bit embarrassed and worried.
I was left wondering… I wasn’t sure what to make of this development. However, there was no concealing the fact I was wearing a wet nappy. I wasn’t sure if mum meant me to go down as I was or change and then go down but my thoughts were a little cockeyed so I thought I’d better get a move on and go as I was.
I arrived at the table where mum, dad, Helen and Paul were already seated. I hung nervously in the doorway not sure what to say or do but dad just smiled and told me to come and take my seat.
I did but crinkled as I sat down and was sure someone was going to laugh… in fact they all did but it wasn’t mocking laughter, more a ‘share your joke’ type of thing.
“Well son,” dad started, “this is quite a development.”
Mum took up the discussion.
“You’ve had a terrible few days sweetheart, and we all know it must be very disturbing and, we want to support you in any way we can…”
“I’d like to beat the crap out of him…”
“I don’t think violence is the answer”. Mum and dad said as one but my brother held his defiance.
Mum continued. “We can see it’s had an effect on you.”
I wriggled in my thick wet disposable which crinkled softly now I was sat on it.
“Mum, dad,” I looked around the table, “there’s, erm, um, more to it than Cuddy and his gang.”
I knew this next bit of the conversation was going to be hard but I was desperate to get it out of the way before mum started bringing food to the table. Besides, I’d been thinking about it for some time even if I hadn’t realised it… the dreams?
- The dreams had planted a thought.
- The dreams had been most definite.
- The dreams showed the way.
My small, undeveloped penis (my baby dick) was making itself known. The dream in the doctor’s office wasn’t a one off, similar dreams had plagued me for many months, and I just hadn’t grasped what they were trying to say.
Meanwhile, as if to make itself more noticeable, my tiny member had been observed and commented on in the gym changing room, had been cartooned in the boy’s toilets, had appeared graphically on my school books and then Cuddy and his mates made sure I knew everyone else knew what they knew – I was a baby pretending to be a teenager.
How such a bully knew before I did I’m not sure but one thing was for sure – I didn’t disagree with that assessment? The punches, trips and kicks followed me around, as if I was being told it would only stop when I admitted my failing – Yes, I was a baby pretending to be a teenager.
It was as if my willy, my micro-penis, was mocking me for wanting to be anything other than a sweet, loving little baby who needed to wear a nappy rather than a pair of underpants… they were for Big Boys.
Cuddy had whispered as much as he and his gang had stripped me and laughingly ripped off my briefs and replaced with a disposable.
“There, that’s much more appropriate,” he said through a sly but vicious grin.
“That’s what a baby should be wearing.”
He couldn’t help but adding to the amusement of his friends.
“My baby brother has more of a dick then you… and he’s three months old.”
Although the slaps to my belly that followed hurt, now I was wearing a nappy, they didn’t seem to carry the same intensity. I don’t know why but I think it was the group all taking shots of me with their phones that upset me the most. As it turned out, I was right to be worried about those photos.
My family looked on as I searched for the correct words. I wriggled in my soaked nappy thinking… this is what I deserve, this is who I am… this is… this is… I couldn’t finish my thoughts as, without any help from me, more warm golden pee flowed in to my nappy as if to confirm everything I was thinking.
“Errrr, erm… I’ve always been the baby of the family.” There were smiles of acknowledgement from everyone, “but sometimes I feel…” there was a pause before I could go on. “I want it to stay that way.”
I’d come this far but was now lost for words as to where to go with my whispered confession.
“Is that why you’re wearing the nappy?”
It was dad’s voice but surprisingly he didn’t sound angry like I’d expected.
I nodded shame-faced. I couldn’t look at anyone now and cast my eyes down to the saggy bulge I was sitting in – at that moment it was most unappealing.
After a moment’s silence Paul piped up in a soothing voice.
“Should we treat you differently?”
“Do you need us to treat you more as a grown-up… have we all been treating you as our little boy too much?” This was mum’s enquiry.
“Mum, Dad,” Helen had the room and looked across at Paul, “I don’t think it’s any of that. I think Mikey likes the way we treat him but wants… more of…erm, ummm, how it used to be.”
There was silence around the table as her words were digested.
I didn’t dare break the silence but thought it was up to me to say or do something.
“Mum, dad,” I looked to my brother and sister, “I like wearing nappies… they make me feel… loved… safe.”
“Ohh sweetheart,” mum soothed, “we love you loads…”
“Yes I know,” I interrupted, “I love you all as well but, well, a nappy adds… I can’t explain it but, erm, um, I just like the feeling it gives me.”
I now couldn’t look at any of my family I was wondering if they thought I was mad.
It was dad who spoke next and his response surprised me.
“Mikey, you’ll always be the baby of the family,” he grinned, “there’s no way out of ever being anything but the youngest. We are a family who likes, loves and supports each other all the time. Your mother and I only want the best for our kids.”
He looked around the table.
“But, and this is perhaps paramount… we want you all to be happy and… providing it hurts no one else, family or otherwise, you’ll always get our backing.”
He looked to mum for agreement.
“If wearing nappies in some way makes your life better… we’d rather you lived it openly and happily rather than being secretive and ashamed… so… if it’s what you want… what you need… then back to nappies it is for our little boy.”
I was shocked at how dad reacted and I daren’t look to see how the others had but then there was going to be a lot of discussion, chat and no doubt disagreement over the next few days.
How was this going to work?
Mum must have read my mind.
“Okay, before we get into the whys and wherefores… let’s eat.”
The meal started off in a subdued mood. I wasn’t sure what to say and I’m not sure anyone else did either. I was very aware of the tiniest movement I made there was a crinkle and squishy noise, which eventually brought the first ‘baby’ comment from Paul.
“Would you like me to cut that up for you?”
I could see he was gauging the reaction of the family.
I wasn’t struggling with the rather nice cheese and courgette pasta mum had made so I just grinned back.
There was definitely some uneasiness around the table but Paul just looked up and said “What?”
He then continued. “If we don’t know the parameters, how can we deal with what Mikey wants? So, did you find me asking that question funny or demeaning?”
He was addressing me so I just grinned sheepishly and said “Funny.”
“Good because that’s how it was intended. I love my little brother and I don’t want to subject him to any aggravation but I’m not sure how far we… sorry… he wants us to go.”
This was what was needed and over the meal we spent a lot of time discussing just how much of a baby I wanted to be. Mum and dad both said I’d still have to go to school as that was the law but, if I wanted to wear a nappy under my uniform… that was fine.
It felt really strange sitting at the table eating and chatting whilst squishing around in my soaked nappy but I suppose there was a lot to discuss. I think my sogginess had all but been forgotten as the various subjects were brought up…
“Wake up honey.”
I hadn’t realised I’d dropped off yet here was mum looking down and encouraging me to ‘wake up’.
“Oh sorry, must have dozed off.” I mumbled an apology. “What time is it?”
“It’s not late but…” she patted my padding, which I suddenly grasped I still had on and was wet… and I was still in bed.
Oh no! I thought. I’d just dreamed my situation. Nothing has been resolved, my family aren’t on-board with my desire and I’m wearing a particularly soggy nappy which, looking up at mum, she’s none too pleased about.
“Downstairs now.” She ordered.
“But I’m wet… I…”
“Downstairs now and be quick about it… and… just as you are.”
“But, but, but…”
“No buts… NOW.”
Reluctantly, and now a little scared, I dragged myself from my nice warm bed but in so doing, noticed the bed sheets were a little damp. The sogginess of my nappy made it drag down my pyjama bottoms, I didn’t want to be seen like this but mum’s tone told me not to disobey her instructions. Holding my saggy nappy up with one hand I ventured down stairs and into the kitchen where the family were gathered for the evening meal.
I stood at the kitchen door feeling very conspicuous… this was not the way I wanted to introduce me and nappies to the family.
To begin with I don’t think dad or Paul had any idea what was up. Helen of course was well abreast of my feelings and mum was simply confused by them. So, it was with extreme embarrassment I saw realisation dawning on the male members of the family.
“Are you wearing (sniff) a wet nappy,” Paul asked slightly incredulous.
Shamefully I nodded.
“Has that twat Cuddy made you do it again? I’ll swing for that bastard…”
“Now, now… let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” Mum was warning Paul but looking at me. “There may well be a rational explanation for all… this.”
The expectation around the table was unmistakable, then I realised they were waiting for me to say something.
I wriggled uneasily in my squelchy nappy and thought I’d tell them about my day.
“Because the entire school is now aware of me being forced in to a nappy…”
“Thanks to that bastard…” Paul was silenced by a look from mum.
“My school ‘friends’,” I did the universal ‘air quotation marks’ as I spoke the word friends, “my locker and everywhere I go is decorated with baby stuff.”
I looked around to see what impression my words were making but I hadn’t got to the good bit yet; why I was wearing a wet nappy?
“Anyway, not only were their words reminding me of my small penis… erm… they’d left nappies and stuff around… and seemed hell-bent on getting me to wear them.”
It was awful having to confess the next bit.
“So, I brought all the stuff they’d left in my locker and around the place home and thought I’d do just that.”
“Ohh Mikey…” Mum seemed to have some sympathy.
Because in my dreams my parents had been at the doctor’s office and knew about the ‘micro penis thing and according to him was a sign of wanting to be a baby I thought they already knew about my worries. Of course they had no idea what I was talking about, or how effected I was by the dream and then by Cuddy and then by everyone else at school getting in on the act.
“The thing is… with them all telling me it’s what I should be wearing, (Baby Dick has become a school chant when I’m around) and, er, ummm, some dreams I’ve been having for quite some time…” Now it was confession time. “It didn’t seem a strange thing for them to expect because, well, I’d already considered I should.”
“What dreams, what..?” Dad wasn’t sure of any of this. However, I noticed Helen and she looked like she was approving of my continued account.
This wasn’t going as well as I’d dreamt so I decided to explain to the rest of the family exactly as I’d told Helen earlier… about feeling little.
Thankfully, the meal hadn’t been served and they listened to my ramblings with the occasional nod, cough and associated question. For the benefit of Paul I explained that although Cuddy’s attack had been awful, the disposable with Baby Dick written on it was the least of what worried me.
In fact, my small penis, which everyone around the table tried to assure me was only temporary, or might grow eventually, was the catalyst to all my doubts and fears and I was trying to understand (or make excuses) for the way I felt.
After I’d finished and looked around at my family I couldn’t read anyone’s opinion apart from Helen’s, her comforting hand was touching mine.
“So, you think you’re little so therefore you want to be treated as little, a toddler, a…” Mum ran out words as to exactly what she thought.
Dad tried. “So, I’m not sure what you expect from us all. Personally, if you want to wear a nappy that’s up to you but, and this is a big but,” Paul couldn’t help himself and sniggered at the thought of a big butt, “it’s going to be a lot of work on your part.”
I liked the way dad was speaking… well to begin with at least.
“Firstly; if you do decide to wear nappies, then they will be your responsibilities. I don’t see why your mum, or the rest of us, needs to be involved in changing or washing extra dirty linen.”
This wasn’t what I wanted, I didn’t want any responsibilities but when I thought about it, why should everyone else give in to my strange desires? I had expected mum to wash my dirty fabric nappies and hang them out to dry and keep a supply coming. I had expected her to rinse through my plastic pants and…
“I can just about understand why you want what you want,” mum was saying, “but we want you to be the thirteen year old you are not a soggy little toddler.”
She said the last bit with a pleasant smile.
“You may be growing up slower than you feel you should but, you are growing up and I’d hate to think we held back your development for even one second.”
I don’t know why I’d just assumed everyone would be on-board with my nappy desire but this discussion was making me think; what exactly did I want out of this and was it something I could do myself?
As we sat, ate and discussed the subject the saggy disposable began to slightly irritate me. I wriggled around trying to get comfortable. Thankfully mum noticed and asked if I might be getting a nappy rash. She’d finished eating (I had a while back) and suggested we go up, check and get changed, she wanted to see how I coped if I was left to my own devices.
The disposable was very wet and had become a bit lumpy in parts so I was glad to get rid of it. Mum sat on the bed watching as I removed it then inspected the damp area to see if I had in fact got a rash – I had. She pointed out the red area and explained about why having urine next to my skin, without protection, could be a problem. She went off and returned with a warm wash cloth and tubes of something I wasn’t sure of.
Once I’d been cleansed to her satisfaction she went on about the various advantages to certain creams, lotions and powders and all the time I was just standing in front of her naked. I don’t think I’d spent so much time bare, certainly not recently or in front of mum, as she pointed out the areas I had to be meticulous about.
She then squirted some stuff from a tube onto her fingers and began to thoroughly rub it into the slightly inflamed areas. She’d also brought a tub of Vaseline and applied a thick coating of that all around explaining why this was beneficial if I was wearing a nappy.
I suddenly felt myself slipping back to when this was normal. Mum explaining things whilst I got my nappy changed. Despite her saying she wanted me to grow up naturally, at that moment I felt like the little boy I wanted to be – I hugged her tightly and started to cry.
“Ohh… poor baby,” she whispered soothingly in my ear as she patted my sticky naked bottom. “I know it’s been a hell of a time for you recently. I’m not sure if wearing a nappy will be useful but… if you think you need it… let’s get you in one.”
I think she thought my tears were because I was upset but in fact they were tears of joy because of the way I felt. Mum was giving me exactly what I wanted and even if it was only going to last this once, I was grateful to mum for her love. I hugged and kissed her cheek in thanks.
I am an affectionate little tyke but I think it took mum by surprise just how intense my feelings were. I watched excitedly as she fluffed out the disposable and checked she had it the right way round.
By the time she’d finally tightened the tapes together on one of my ‘gifted’ disposables I was smiling like toddler with a new toy. The pyjamas I had been wearing were soaked and she was obviously looking around for further protection.
“Do you have any plastic panties sweetie?”
I explained about Helen taking stuff to be washed, so she told me to stay as I was and she’d be back in a moment.
She returned carrying the plastic pants.
“She hadn’t got around to washing these yet…” she pulled them up over my nappy, “but I think there’s less chance of leakage if for tonight at least we keep you safe and water tight.”It felt strange.
What I mean is that mum putting me in a disposable and being so attentive, it felt right and I was very comfortable. The plastic pants gripped tightly and glowed in the daylight as they strained to cover the thick material.
“Ohhh you’ll need some other plastic pants love… these are too tight they’ll cut off your circulation.”
Although they looked good I had to agree that they were pinching my legs and waist and I was glad when she eased them off.
“For tonight you’ll just have to make do with wearing a…”
She obviously had another idea and went to the bathroom and returned with a small hand towel. She folded it to make extra padding then slipped it in the disposable and re-taped me in.
The padding was huge and it was early yet so I’d have to wear only this massive bundle until bedtime. I suppose I couldn’t complain, having asked to be treated as a toddler to then be treated as a toddler.
“That should prevent too many leaks for tonight at least. I’ll get you some plastic panties for tomorrow night.”
“Thanks mum.” I whispered as I pecked her cheek.
Once I was in a clean and fresh nappy, and even though it was quite bulky, I did feel an awful lot more contented.
I wondered around the house as I was and got smiles from Big Bro and Sis and a shrug from dad, he still wasn’t too sure what to make of my sudden yearning. However, by the time bedtime did come around, so had dad. In fact, it was he who came up and chatted and tucked me in and no mention was made of my nappy being strange… it was just a normal family night.
This story is written by Les Lea
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