Babyfur Comic: Pandora Sensei Whyyyyyyy

Babyfur Comic: Pandora Sensei Whyyyyyyy

She stitched me up. Seriously. I’ll get my revenge….After my naptime.

Furrys in this drawing belongs to BabyStar and BabyPandora

Draw by toddlergirl


Awww poor thing looks like she accidentally forgot to mention the changing part ;)

They sure going to be surprised when they find out that here diaper is still clean and dry. Maybe then they understand that she wanted a cookie to. Or maybe they think she is tired and need a nap.

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Not again

Not again

Star fidgitted on the doorstep, trying to hide the blushing and failing miserably. She scratched at her upper arm looking down at the concrete step finding the floor exceptionally fascinating. Anything to avoid looking up at her superior. At almost 6 foot tall Star usually had to look up at him, but her normal five foot tall had been reduced to just one.

She’d been involved in an accident in the research department. Well she wasn’t sure if it was an accident or whether the experiment had been a success. One minute she’d been told to stand in front of a camera to have her photo taken and then one bright flash later she was suddenly reduced to the height of an infant. Well..not just in height, Her hair had reverted back to its natural colour, her womanly shape had been replaced by that of a chubby little kitten.

Thankfully her brain and co-ordination were still intact, as she stomped around the room naked demanding to be turned back, her words becoming progressively more profane as it became apparent that the technicians hadn’t exactly expected this to happen and currently hadn’t a clue how to reverse the procedure.

Which left Star in this current predicament. The Army base was no place for an infant, she had argued with her superior that she wasn’t an infant, and whilst he had agreed that her mental faculties were still there, her size meant she wouldn’t be able to carry out her usual duties so she was on suspended duty until they could either reverse the situation or it sorted itself out. Her Sergeant also refused to let her go home by herself and had made arrangements to deposit her back into the custody of her parents.

Star had argued until she was exhausted that this was a bad idea, pleaded and begged by the end of the argument that anywhere would be better than back with her folks, but as they were next of kin and star currently couldn’t fend for herself her pleas had fallen on deaf ears, she was abruptly shut up when she was told that she sounded just like the whiny little baby that she resembled. That had silenced her pretty quick and she just growled under her breath at being beaten.

So here she was, stood on the doorstep of her parents house, dressed in the smallest t-shirt the base could find with her dogtags tied round her middrift as a makeshift belt. She had refused being carried, she felt it important to show that she was capable of doing things for herself, but her paws ached having had to almost run to keep up with her boss’s steps. He rang the doorbell as Star obviously couldn’t reach, she could see him grinning as he did so, he was clearly enjoying this whole sideshow. Star gulped. This was going to be tricky to explain to Mum.

It wasn’t her Mum who answered the door though, Her Brother, Matt answered the door. Star didn’t think it had been possible but her heart plummetted further and her blush deepened. If Matt was here then his wife and two kids would be here too. She couldn’t see her nieces in this state. Oh god, if they got hold of her…

Matt took one look at Star’s Superior and then down at the blushing tot version of Star. Instantly he recognised her.

“Sis? Whoa!” Disbelief was quickly replaced by mirth as he hoisted the pint sized Star off her feet and held her at arms length. Star yelped in surprise at being hoisted into the air, so far everyone involved had respected her personal space, but she should have known her brother would have overstepped that boundary immediately.

“Put me down you dick.” She tried to kick out but she couldn’t reach him. He just smirked back.

“What the heck happened to you? MUM! Come quick. Star, she’s finally grown some.”

“Fuck off Matt, come on put me down, it’s been a.. really long day” She hung limp in his big paws, she felt fairly defeated, truthfully she felt exhausted and wasn’t looking forward to explaining to the family.

The smirk faded from his face as he realised he had overstepped the mark and he put the shrunk corporal back on her feet. He was about to apologise when Star’s Mum quickly followed by Stars two six year old nieces appeared on the doorstep. The two six year old kittens towered over her. Isabella and Katie squealed in unison and made a grab for her, Star involuntarily took a step back, almost hiding behind her superiors leg. Star’s Mum just stared in disbelief. It was Star’s superior who broke the spell.

“Lilyana Bryce?” He spoke with authority, Star’s mum simply nodded, not tearing her eyes off of the regressed lynx. “Ma’am we should probably discuss matters inside, if you please.”

Lilyana continued to stare, until getting angry by the situation, Star snapped “MUM!”

Stars Mum pulled her eyes off her daughter and snapped out of her stupor.

“Yes, of course, sorry, come in the pair of you.”

Ten minutes later Star sat on the sofa, She’d been put up there after she had refused help but hadnt managed to climb up on her own, her cheeks hurt from the amount of blushing she had done as Katie and Izzy had questioned their dad about where the new baby sister had come from and watched in horror as he had just explained that whilst the baby wasn’t their sister, she was a family member and that they would have to be careful if they played with her cause she was very small compared to them and then told them to go up to their playroom and play for now whilst the grown ups talked, which they’d done happily tearing up the stairs like a herd of elephants.

Star’s superior was explaining that she was being left in her mothers custody for the time being. After that initial shock, Star’s mum seemed to be taking this in her stride now, nodding and asking questions with a look of determination on the female cats face.

Star was grateful that her Dad was away from home on deployment right now and it also looked like Matts wife, Jess, wasn’t here at the moment. Star yawned and rubbed at her eyes. She felt so tired and she struggled to keep her eyes open, her head bobbed. She caught her mum looking at her all doe eyed and Star snapped awake. Nope. She needed to stay awake. Keep alert….Her head bobbed again, her eyes fluttered closed briefly.
“Little mite is all tuckered out. ” It was her brother who commented and she snapped herself awake again.
“Less of that bollocks. I’m still…me…” She snapped as she rubbed at her eyes and yawned again caught a look between her brother and mother as her head bobbed a third time, her superior grabbed his beret and stood as Stars eyes fluttered shut again. Just a small catnap. Nothing wrong with that.

When Star woke, it was in the middle of the living room, she was laying on a blanket she recognised from when Izzy and Katie had been little It was very soft and had elephants on it she’d also drooled all over it, She rubbed at her face trying to dry it off, she didn’t drool when she slept. Why was she on the floor? She then saw her outfit, the colour drained from her face. She’d been dressed in some of her nieces old clothes. A cute sun dress complete with…she poked her paw into the thick crinkly plastic. The panic welled up in her.
“MMMMUUUUUUMMM!” She yelled, tried to stand and almost fell back onto her butt, her head felt…Woozy.
“MUUUUUUUUM!!” It was Izzy and Katie who came into the room first again with the hyperactive squeals that only six year olds can reach, Star did topple backwards this time, the padding between her legs giving her ample protection from the short fall.
“NANA! NANA! THE BABY’S AWAKE!” The two kits ran up to the regressed corporal, and Star tried to back away as Izzy attempted to pick the lynx up under the arms. Star yelped, She didnt want to hurt her niece so just froze.
“Ah ah ah! What did I say, Izzy? No picking her up, remember!” It was her mum’s voice and Star suddenly felt herself drop to the floor again. Star squealed in surprise, normally she would have had the reflexes to make the short drop a relatively comfortable landing but she just crumpled in a heap, her padded butt up in the air. The two kittens giggled at the perceived infant as Star tried to pull herself back onto her feet, failing miserably. Katie patted Star on the head.

“Uh oh, baby felled down”

Fighting against tears in her eyes. She felt so clumsy. As if being dressed like an infant had somehow impacted her adult abilities.
Her Mum could see Star getting upset and banished the twin kittens from the room telling them to go play upstairs, but Star didnt hear the pair thunder up the stairs like last time as Stars mum closed the door. The adult cat then walked over and plucked Star up, settling the regressed corporal back on her paws. Star wasted no time in saying what was on her mind, her cheeks ablaze with embarrassment.
“MUM! What the flying fuck? Look at me? What did you do? I didn’t consent to this. Just because I look like a fuckin’ baby doesn’t mean you can dress me like this. I mean DIAPERS? Come on! We could have at least discussed it first instead of doing it to me in my sleep. We need to set some boundaries Jezzus FUCK!”
Suddenly Star was being held aloft walked over to the sofa and for a split second Star suddenly felt the thrill of fear, was she going to get a spanking for talking to her parent like that? She had never sworn at her mum before but her nerves were shot and her adrenaline was pumping so hard right now. Instead Lilyana sett the corporal on her lap and hugged her to her bosom, rocking ever so slightly.

“Anastasia, listen. We’re not going to explain what’s happened to you to Izzy and Katie, they wont understand, it’s easier if we just tell them you’re their cousin for now. So please try to humor them, they really want to play with their new baby cousin and well, if you keep them entertained you can think of it as part payment for me suddenly having to drop everything and look after you until this all sorts itself out. So I’d rather you just acted like a baby in front of them to stop any awkward questions. As for your clothes, you…soaked them. You fell asleep on the sofa and..well..sweetie you ….Had an accident. So I thought it safest to put you back in nappies for now. We don’t know what’s happened to you, but if you can stay dry then we can work that out later okay, but for the time being I’m not having you make puddles around the house. I found some of Izzys old clothes and luckily a few bags of diapers up in the attic and they fit. So thats better than what you were wearing before anyway.”

Star was speechless with shame. She’d pissed herself? Like a real baby? In her sleep? She couldn’t look her mum in the eye. She was mortified.

“S…Sorry Mum…” Suddenly Star was crying. Just the whole situation had been surreal and stressful and she let her Mum rock her as she sobbed her heart out. Eventually she quietened down, exhausted her Mum scritched her behind the ear as she was rocked. This was kinda nice. Star obviously wasn’t going to admit this out loud but the smell of her mother made her feel safe and she was glad she wasn’t suffering through this alone. Soon she was asleep again.

When Star woke again she was back on the soft blanket in the middle of the room. She felt really cosy and she giggled a bit, wiggling on the rug. She pulled herself up to a sitting position and chewed on her paw. Her tummy grumbled and she whimpered poking at it. Her brain was trying to tell her something but she didnt quite understand, she knew she needed something, or wanted something, she couldn’t see her mama and she burbled through her paw.

“Muaammama?” Her head felt fuzzy, like it was full of wool, really warm tingly wool, she watched as her crotch got warm, she didn’t understand, and that confusion suddenly scared her. She whimpered just as her two cousins came back into the room. They looked like they wanted to play with her but remembered the scolding they’d gotten a little earlier. Izzy yelled out

“NANA. The baby is awake again…”
“..And her diapee is soggy!” Katie added helpfully.

Star just sat there, not really understanding the words that were being spoken. She didn’t understand what she wanted but instead she just flopped backwards and squirmed on the blanket as her whimpering progressively got louder till the whimper tripped into a sob and suddenly she was bawling. Both Izzy and Katie pulled their ears down to stifle the noise.

Lilyana bowled into the room hearing her newly regressed baby daughter crying. She easily saw the soaked diaper and her two granddaughters looking panicked by the squalling baby. She instantly went into Mum mode.
“Don’t worry sweeties, she’s just soggy, nothing to be alarmed by. Maybe you can find a way to keep her occupied whilst I go get the supplies.”

The two children given a task were pulled out of their panic and without thinking Izzy and Katie knelt down by the crying baby.
“We can help!” Izzy started making funny faces at the crying kitten, but it was Katie who started jingling Stars dogtags she’d found, over the babys head that pulled the infant out of her crying. Star switched quickly from her bawling to giggling and cooing, trying to reach the new shiny things. She didnt know what they were but they looked good to chew and she wanted them, everytime they were almost in her reach they were pulled just out of her grasp and she giggled a response.

Lilyana was proud of her daughter, she had asked her to pretend to be an infant in front of her nieces but hadnt expected the corporal to get that heavily into the role, if Lilyana didnt know any better she’d say her little Anastasia was really a helpless little infant, it made her feel young and maternal again. She gathered the diaper changing supplies as she watched the two six year olds trying to entertain the baby. Lilyana felt great getting to dress her daughter back in her baby clothes again and play Mummy to a young child. Star had grown up so fast the first time round. Maybe this would be good for both of them.

Draw and everything by toddlergirl


Awww poor Star looks like she have a new life to get use to here. Wounder if things going to change or if Star going to stay like a cute little toddler for the rest off here life? It sure going to be one big change for everyone.


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Diaperfur Comic: Tickle Bullying

Diaperfur Comic: Tickle Bullying

Hugo, Alan, Luke and Mark were in school. They usually wear pants to hide their diapers. But those pants weren’t fooling bullies.

Those bullies took their pants down so everyone can see their diapers.

Then those bullies tickled them hard, so hard that those diapered babies made messy diapers.

Now those bullies carried them somewhere. Where are they taking them?

Order and above text by robot8

Draw by tato


Yes it sure is not strange that they end up using there diaper when the bullies was tickled them that match :(

But where are they going to be tacking now? It sure most starting to smell pretty bad in that hallway now from this four messy diaper.

But i dont think the bullies are going to carried them to the locker room for a diaper change. It sure going to be some more blushing thing that’s going to happen there :(

I sure hope someone is going to be able to stop them before something else is happening.

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Babyfur Comic: Aether Foundation Infiltration page 3

Babyfur Comic: Aether Foundation Infiltration page 3Order by Rogeykun

Draw by tato


Giggle it did dent take long for him to start using his diaper. And now it seems like he dont want to get back to a clean diaper. Maybe he starting to understand how nice it can be to have a wet squishy diaper between his legs ;)

But i think its more that he dont want to go through a blushing embarrassing diaper change. But i sure think this special train Sylveon is going to be able to catch him again.

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Babyfur Comic: Aether Foundation Infiltration 2

Babyfur Comic: Aether Foundation Infiltration 2Order by Rogeykun

Draw by tato


Yes this was what i thought would happen when he starting to act all fuzzy. But i was expecting a pacifier instead of a baby bottle. But maybe that is going to come in the next page?

He sure is one cranky fuzzy angry diaper boy right now. But i bet this Sylveon have everything a baby needs. Even if it is a big baby like this one.

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Unhappy ashchu

Unhappy ashchuAfter some unfortunate events, ash has been turned into a pikachu and then proceed to be diapered by his friends
And the worst part is, there might not be a solution.

Draw and everything by UselessMan


Poor Ashchu he sure is not happy about the situation :(

But he sure look super cute when he is crying together whit that diaper. Maybe someone should give him a pacifier or a hug? It sure seems like someone is in big need of some good comfort.

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Special Diapers

Special DiapersPoor little Bunny, when you use diapers firts time there no chanse to go back x3 you will need them forever.

The bunny belongs to PKMotors

Draw and above text by Dari-dario


Awww poor bunny it sure seems like he have ended up whit a blushing difficult situation here.

But from the information here it seems like he have no other choice then to get use to this new situation.

A situation as a diaper wearing baby for many years to come :(

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Kenny Part 19

This story is written by Les Lea

The dark damp patch was spreading down my jogging pants and I felt miserable and, just as mum turned to look at me, I burst into tears.

“Oh Si… come here,” I could tell she was sorry that I’d overheard her but she wasn’t angry, she just wanted to comfort me. “Come on sweetie… come and sit with me.”

Her arms were outstretched and though part of me was angry, another part was desperate to be held. I was still crying when mum folded her arms around me and gently pulled me into her bosom. I was wet, crying and feeling like a silly little kid but because mum was hugging me tightly I felt I could let out all my anxieties in an explosion of tears. I heard her ask auntie to go and fetch Jake so I was left with mum as she stroked my hair and made reassuring noises.

As I calmed down I became more aware of my soaked pants. My briefs had not stopped the flood in anyway and I felt the dampness was more shameful because I was in a public place.

“I’m sorry mummy.” I heard the word as soon as I’d said it, ‘mummy’, and thought that w,and we’ll chat about what has happened recently.”

Jake arrived with auntie and noticed, but didn’t make any comment, about my wet patch. It would have been so easy for him to get one-up on his big brother but, and this is how he was now continually amazing me, he actually had a look of sympathy on his face.

Back in the room the first thing was to get changed. It was getting late so we both shrugged off our clothes and got ready for bed. Jake was in his racing car pajamas that auntie had made for him, whilst mum and me were in her bathroom getting wiped and powdered. Despite feeling stupid and childish having mum clean me up and fit me into a night time diaper felt really nice. Being taken care off was lovely and although auntie was very good at it, I’d missed this closeness with mum.

Once I was powdered and padded and we’d climbed into bed mum began to explain what had been happening over the last few months. Apparently, her system for the bank had gone global and the firm were now making more and more demands on her time. Her bosses had been desperate for her to relocate again but this time here in the capital and had offered her a tremendous increase in salary and ‘benefits’. Two of those benefits were that they would pay for Jake and my schooling, at the city’s best (and private) academy, there would also be a huge house (with pool) but they wanted mum close by, should she be needed, as she was too important to be halfway across the country.

Mum wasn’t boasting, she was just telling us the facts and, if truth be told, I was getting a huge feeling of pride that she was so important to the company. She said that it had come down to the point where the travelling, and more importantly, missing us, had made the decision for her… we were definitely moving.


Just hearing those words ‘definitely moving’ stabbed me in the stomach. I knew we’d been expecting it but it still sort of hurt and I wasn’t only thinking of Kenny at that point. I was about to say something when Jake got up out of bed and hugged mum.

“We hate not having you around mum. We love auntie…” He had a brief thought, “Is auntie coming with us too?”

“I’ve asked her but,” she quietly replied, “Auntie Rose has her own life… but I hope so.”

After a few seconds he went on, “We want to be with you mum…” There were hugs and kisses all round while mum explained a few more things. In the morning she was going to show us the academy, which was to be our new place of learning and the proposed new home. By the time she’d finished talking to us, we were getting quite excited about… everything.

When Jake and I were left alone we chatted about all the changes that might be about to happen. There was no doubt that he was handling the information far better than I was but I was trying to keep positive for him, and more especially for myself, I didn’t want to get anxious and pee my pants in public ever again.


At ten the following morning a company limo came and picked the four of us up and took us on a quick tour around the city before heading off into the outskirts. It was a pleasantly sunny day but a bit chillier than what we’d come to expect in Oakwood. However, as the day progressed so did the temperature and the trip proved very pleasurable.

The house was fantastic. Each of our bedrooms was at least twice the size of the ones back home, in fact, everything was bigger and we had loads of space. The one thing missing though was that it didn’t have the empty space out back like Oakwood, although it did have a pool, which unfortunately was covered when we went to look. We all thought the house was impressive and I even noticed auntie ‘earmarking’ one of the backrooms as a possible work space for her sewing.

We spent quite some time at the new place and even had a meal in the garden, well it was half in the garden and half in the kitchen as it all opened out into one another. Sliding glass frames made access to different parts of the house easy and at times you felt you were outside when in fact you were inside. It was all fantastic and even better because we had a chef to make us our lunch and she provided some very yummy things Jake and I had never eaten before.


As we were tucking in to another tasty little tartlet auntie’s phone pinged. She flipped it open and smiled as she read something on her text. She then showed me the screen and I saw Kenny wearing a kilt standing next to his daddy wearing his… they both looked brilliant.

Auntie read out the message and adopted a terrible Scottish accent. “A wee laddie and his daddy in Highland pose”, which had us all laughing. They were standing in front of some historic castle and really looked the part but, despite my happiness at seeing Kenny again, I suddenly realised that being without him hadn’t set me off crying. Of course I missed him but there was just too much going on here and the pang of… er… sadness that he wasn’t here soon passed as we were whisked off to check out the academy.

To my eyes the building was like a castle. The drive up to the main hall took forever but the grounds were beautifully kept. We saw a few boys wondering around in their uniforms, which were very smart and… none of them were wearing shorts. Then I wondered why they were there, were they not on break as well?

We met the principal, who apparently was reading our reports from Oakwood and was saying that we were just the kind of students the Academy was built for. He asked one of the ‘House Supervisors’ to show us around the campus and it quickly became apparent it was a place where you could easily get lost. I mentioned the boys we’d seen in the grounds and he said that they were borders and were staying on over the break because they couldn’t go home for “…one reason or another.”

I panicked and a sudden chill ran down my back as I meekly asked mum if we were going to be borders as well. She hugged both Jake and me together. “As if I wouldn’t want my boys with me all the time.” I felt relieved but still had a doubt about this place.

“Is the uniform the same for everybody?” I asked the House Supervisor.

“Yes. From the age of 7, which are our youngest students, until 18, the uniform stays much the same… mainly it’s the tie that differs, but that shouldn’t worry you just yet.” He smiled pleasantly at both Jake and myself and nodded reassuringly to mum and auntie.

Jake piped up, “Do we were short trousers…?”

“Not in class. You can wear shorts for certain sports of course but we have a very strict dress code here and everyone follows it.” He seemed very proud of that fact.

Mum and auntie nodded as we continued our tour, which took forever.


After the tour the limo dropped us back at the hotel and we sat in the coffee shop discussing what we’d seen. The new big house definitely got the thumbs up but I was less than excited about the prospect of the Academy. Having said that, at least schoolboy grey shorts weren’t part of the uniform so, I suppose, on that count, it was good.

I hadn’t been wearing a diaper or pull-ups all day and was pleased that I’d got through all the excitement without any accidents and my briefs were still dry. However, I wanted to get all wet, and as we couldn’t use the swimming pool at the house, mum let Jake and me go for a swim in the hotels large heated pool. We didn’t even have to go back to the room to collect our things because auntie had packed them in her bag as a precaution, just in case we could have gone in the pool at the new house.

Mum and auntie watched as we boys joined a group of other kids in some very wet and splashy games. I think mum looked relieved that we hadn’t rejected her plan and in the quiet moments when it was just me and Jake, we had decided mum was more important than Oakland. Not that we had a choice but we thought we should be grown up about it.


The rest of the week was spent sightseeing, sometimes just with auntie (if mum had to go into work), and other times all of us, which was really good fun. I was surprised there was so much to see and do in the city and even liked the huge monuments to our country’s heroes. Jake particularly liked the dinosaur exhibition in one of the museums, whilst I liked the old aircraft in another.

By the end of the week were all exhausted but it had been a fun and exciting few days. We were returning to Oakland on the Sunday but we had one more social function to attend before that. Mum’s CEO was having a garden party for some of the bank’s ‘elite’ staff at his home. She’d laughed when she said ‘elite’ as if dismissing the idea but I was very proud that mum was among those who were chosen to attend.

The night before we were due to go to the party I was lying in bed thinking about what we’d seen and done and I thought of Kenny. I wished I’d had auntie’s cell there and then so I could look at the photo of him in his kilt but then I got to thinking about other things to do with me and him. At the Academy I’d been pleased that the school uniform hadn’t included grey shorts, or indeed any colored shorts, but now that depressed me. Wasn’t it the fact that Kenny couldn’t conceal his diapers and plastic pants under his shorts that had drawn us together? Wasn’t my fascination with, and his openness about, his problem the reason we’d become best friends? As I gave more and more thought to my mental images of Kenny in his padded protection I found myself, for the first time in ages, gently rubbing myself up against the bedding. I wasn’t aware whether Jake was asleep in the opposite bed or not I just found my thoughts, the movement and the happiness I always felt about Kenny, quickly giving me that wonderful sensation that electrified my body. My boxers were messy but I slept like a… like a… like a contented cat.


As we were getting ready to go to the garden party we were wondering what to wear. Auntie had made some fantastic new clothes but, after the night thinking about Kenny, I wanted to feel near to him so I choose the pink shorts. Not only that, but I put on a disposable and plastic pants just so I felt even closer to him. I was hoping that at some point on his visit to Scotland he’d worn my green shorts but then thought about him running around in a kilt and that made me smile. I also wondered if he’d wear a diaper under it… or even if it was allowed… as Kenny had mentioned in an earlier chat about Scotland that nothing was worn under the kilt. Still, as I pulled the shorts over my padding I felt happy and comfortable. Auntie had knitted us jumpers, so Jake had a navy blue one to go with his pale blue shorts whereas mine was pale blue and white hoops. Both mum and auntie whistled in appreciation when we presented ourselves to them in their room.

A limo came to collect us and Brian the driver also commented on how smart we both looked, which pleased us boys tremendously and I’m sure I detected some pride in mum’s and auntie’s eyes.


Mum’s CEO Marcus Hetherington’s home was huge and when we arrived the garden party was already underway. We were greeted by Mr Hetherington and his wife Martha who quickly whisked mum off to meet some important guests. There were a few other kids there and, as it was such a pleasantly hot day, the magnificent pool looked blue and most inviting. However, with my protection in place I wasn’t planning on doing any swimming. Mrs Hetherington insisted that we meet her son Marcus Junior, who was twelve, and we’d be going to the same academy as he attended. She was full of praise for the place and auntie nodded in agreement.

Jake and I were presented to a group of three boys, all older than us, but Marcus was undoubtedly the leader. They were dressed in the latest designer brands and I thought he looked like, and dressed like, a photograph I’d seen of a rap star recently; very trendy, loads of bangles and a bit of a sneer as he spoke. He obviously didn’t want anything to do with the other kids who appeared to be enjoying the pool and was more interested looking at his messages on his cell.

Mum wouldn’t let Jake and me have cell phones yet, she thought they were more of a problem than a help to kids our age. In fact, the school wouldn’t allow them to be used in their grounds and certainly, anybody who brought one risked the prospect of having it confiscated and not returned until the end of the year. Because his mum had insisted he speak and ‘play’ with us he begrudgingly said “Hi” but eventually, when his mother had gone, he just turned nasty.


He and his friends thought we looked like little babies dressed as we were, not even wearing one designer brand but ‘homemade clothes’. He and his mates laughed at us and jeered that, if we were going to be at the Academy, we’d have to change. He said how he’d take great delight in telling everyone about our childish clothes and that we would be his ‘bitches’.

I had no idea what he meant by that but it sounded awful however, Jake had got a bit annoyed by his attitude and, despite mum telling us to be on our best behaviour, he told Marcus that he looked like a reject from a New York ghetto. I don’t know where he got the information, or the nerve, from but Marcus and his mates got very angry. They crowded around my little brother and started pushing him around. I stepped between them and told them to “back off” but Marcus snarled as he pushed Jake to the ground. My little brother is no coward but I think even he thought better of getting up straight away. I bent down to make sure he was OK, he was but I could see anger in his eyes. I looked up at the three bullies and they all had smirks on their faces. In fact Marcus lifted my jumper with his foot, I thought he was about to kick me, but smiled even more and called his mates off. I saw him whispering to them as I pulled Jake to his feet and we went off to simply put some distance between them and us.


For the next hour or so it was all very nice. We had some barbequed food and found other kids to play with. Mum and auntie were both chatting with various people and she seemed much in demand. If we were around she would introduce us to her work colleagues and they would chat about… well… I’m not sure but I’m sure it was important.

At one point I was crouched down by the pool talking to one of the other kids when I noticed his expression change. A shadow had blocked out the sun and I turned and looked up to see Marcus and his friends standing behind me. I got up and I saw a huge evil grin split his face. He grabbed my shorts and yanked them down revealing my padded protection.

“Look here, we have a baby with us. Just a big big baby.”

After the incident on the bus with the bully I had vowed that I’d never let anyone embarrass me again so perhaps strangely, I wasn’t horrified at being exposed in this way. I just looked at him with contempt on my face and went to pull my shorts up.

“No,” he said preventing me, “babies only wear diapers.” He shouted and pleased that he thought he was humiliating me in front of all the kids in the pool and all the adults who were suddenly aware of what was going on. However, he hadn’t bargained on swift action. From nowhere Jake ran up to him and with all the effort he could muster shoved the smug Marcus, fully clothed, into the sparkling pool.

“My brother may occasionally wet his pants.” He screamed at the surprised floundering boy, “But you’re wet all over.”

It was surprising how a fierce little boy can scare anyone and Marcus’s friend snuck awkwardly away as a sudden round of applause became apparent. I’d never been more proud of my little bro but as he watched Marcus struggle in the water, I could see the way he was looking at him. It was a ‘don’t mess with me or my brother’ challenge and I think everyone got the message.

Suddenly I had auntie next to me pulling up my shorts and scooping Jake into her warm embrace. Mum arrived seconds later wondering what had gone on. Auntie explained and I suddenly found my own voice.

“He goes to the Academy.” I pointed to the soaked boy struggling out of the pool. “I don’t think I want to go to a school full of bullies.”


People rallied around mum and I overheard some members of the banking staff say that it was something young Marcus needed. He was such a spoilt little…. I didn’t quite get what the man said but the inference was that no one liked the little jerk (that was one of the words I did hear). I saw mum was embarrassed at such a commotion, and that her children were at the center of it all, and she went off to apologise to our hosts.

Mrs Hetherington was drying her son down and obviously very angry with what had happened. Mum wanted us to apologise for our behaviour but Jake just stared at the sobbing Marcus in an act of defiance. Mrs Hetherington wasn’t happy but begrudgingly accepted mum’s apology. When we returned to the party Mr Hetherington slapped Jake on the back, winked and told him in a very conspiratorially way that he could work for him anytime. He seemed overjoyed with what had just happened and the mood at the party was soon lifted as more drink and food were served and a DJ started up and got us all dancing.


Back at the hotel mum was subdued and obviously had some things on her mind. Jake and I had both said ‘sorry’ to her for causing a scene but that wasn’t what was bothering her. She said that she’d been talking to the ‘tech people’ at the bank and they had said that she could have new, up-to-the- minute technology set up at home so she could be instantly, and more securely, in touch with head office. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t thought of this before (possibly because no one had offered her this option), but now it looked like we had an alternative to the move.

She’d said that she’d agreed the plans with her CEO, who, after the son in the pool incident, had a new respect for mum and her family and had even offered to find a newer, bigger house for us to move to in Oakland. The upshot was… we were not going anywhere… well not for the foreseeable future, or not until we finished school in Oakland. She would commute to the city when absolutely necessary but the rest of the time she would use what technology could provide. Even auntie had agreed to stay on and she was even thinking of setting up a small business.

That night I climbed into bed with Jake and hugged him. I was still happily wearing my padding as I tickled him and cuddled up as he giggled. I told him how brave I thought he was and how proud I was of my little brother… and we both agreed that Oakland was a far better place than the capital… even if the capital had dinosaurs and monuments.

This story is written by Les Lea

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