Premie Twins

Summary: Twin six year-olds are kept as babies.

Chapter 31

At length, Mr. Magoo sounded his horn. [His real name was Earl McGee, 
but was so dubbed because he was blind as a bat without his coke-
bottle-thick spectacles.] "Jessie! quick!--get the boys, and see if 
Tommy needs his messy diapers changed yet," said Chrissie, stuffing 
baby bottles filled with ginger tea in the diaper bag.

While the twins skipped into the door, Jessica acted like she had to 
see how Tommy's shorts were holding up. They were--just barely. When 
she lifted up his T-shirt, she could see the waistband of his rubber 
pants, and the top diaper pin holding his fly together had popped open.

"I think we can fix that, baby," she said, unpinning the other and 
spinning Tommy around. She grabbed hold of the top of his diapers, 
pulling them back so she could look down the crack of his behind, and 
seeing no messy butt-cheeks, reached around the front with one hand and 
lifted his diapers and rubber pants even more snugly between his legs.

She then held his shorts at the hips and tugged them upwards, 
practically lifting Tommy off the ground. "There, sweetie, now they'll 
stay up," said Jessica, folding the waistband of his shorts inside his 
rubber pants.

If this weren't enough, Jessica looped together the two diaper pins and 
tightly fastened the top of his half-opened fly, leaving Tommy wishing 
(ironically) that he didn't have to wear his shorts at all, and serving 
as a reminder (if it weren't already obvious) that using the bathroom 
was not an option.

When Jessica pushed up the cuffs to just below Tommy's tightly-wrapped 
rear-end, she noticed the beginning of a split in the seam of his 
threadbare shorts, no wider than the tip of her finger, but wide enough 
that his rubber pants appeared as a little bubble poking out just below 
his butt-hole.

"C'mon, bubble-butt," she laughed, patting his behind, "Chrissie threw 
out baby's old shoes, so I'll have to carry you to the car."

Chapter 32

Earl was the twins' school driver, and had a nine-passenger van which 
now carried three baby car seats. It was a tight fit, but Tommy managed 
to squeeze his padded behind into the baby seat, and when he was 
buckled in, the strap between his legs pulled his shorts even higher, 
causing him to reflexively kick his legs straight out, as if his entire 
weight now depended from his diapered crotch.

This didn't help at all his little stiffie, and every bump in the road 
had him bouncing up and down, 'til at last he again soaked his already 
soggy diapers. One effect of being so stiff, however, was that it acted 
like a zipper on his butt-hole, and with the griping he now felt in his 
gut, Tommy sensed if little woody ever went down, he'd likely have a 
big mess in his diapers as well.

Much to the boys' relief, Earl finally pulled up at the mall entrance, 
and they all piled out of the van. "C'mon, cupcake," Jessica said to 
the bare-foot Tommy, "let's get you into a stroller 'til we can get 
baby his new shoes." Jessica lifted Tommy up so his head propped on her 
shoulder, and in the process snagged her finger inside the split in his 
shorts, causing it to at least double in size.

"Jessie, honey, after the shoe store, take Tommy down to the drug store 
and get him some diapers...size 5 Huggies oughta fit him, and here, 
take the diaper bag, there's plenty of baby wipes in it...I think 
you're gonna need 'em," said Chrissie, pulling the twins' baby bottles 
from the bag. "Meet-cha back here in an hour, then we'll hit the 'Babys 
Plus'."

This was obviously another first for Tommy. It was one thing to be at 
the twins' house, where boys in diapers were just taken for granted, 
but was quite another for Tommy to be out in public, being wheeled 
bare-legged and bare-foot in a baby stroller down the corridor of the 
crowded mall, by none another than the big, beautiful Jessica, with a 
large diaper bag slung over her shoulder.

Chapter 33

Not so for the twins, who were now laying on the bottom racks of 
shopping carts; being pushed along by Maggie and Megan; their heads 
resting on the girls' new stuffed Winnie-the-Pooh bears, not caring in 
the least about anyone noticing their bulging crotches or well-padded 
backsides, as they kicked up their legs as if they were being diapered, 
and giggling while they half-sucked their thumbs.

The girls were obliged to stop frequently by doting old crones, gushing 
at the identical pair under the cart baskets. "If I hear 'they're so 
cute' one more time, I'm gonna puke!" exclaimed Maggie, picking up the 
pace down the toy-store gangway.

Tommy, meanwhile, was fitted for a pair of baby-blue clog-like sandals, 
sneakers with little blinking lights at their heels, and even a pair of 
cowboy boots for dress. Excited as he was, he would've enjoyed the 
experience a lot more if Jessica had first taken him to get his 
Huggies, where he would've had a chance to use the bathroom, and 
relieve the pressure building up in his butt.

"Look at these, baby," said Jessica, holding up a pair of shoes with a 
little roller skate in each heel. "Go ahead, try 'em on, honey...let's 
see you skate over to the mirror." This sounded like fun to Tommy, 
although he had never roller-skated before.

They were laced up, and Tommy started out on his toes, building up a 
little speed, and then rolled on his heels for a distance, until one 
foot and then the other slipped out from under him, landing him on his 
padded behind. "You'll get the hang of it," Jessica laughed, "let's get 
'em".

Tommy turned to stand up, and, careful to balance on his toes, raised 
up his butt, and this time heard the sound of his shorts splitting at 
the seam, with the tear seeming to move in two directions at once. He 
immediately covered his behind with his hand, and found that he could 
stick his entire hand inside the back of his shorts; feeling only his 
rubber pants where the crotch was, and blushed deeply when he turned 
and saw his exposed diapered backside in the mirror.

If matters could possibly get any worse for Tommy, the extra 
"breathing" room in his diapers made it such that he could no longer 
hold back the urge to go, and had to bend his knees slightly as he 
dropped a big load in his diapers, entirely filling the gaping hole in 
his shorts, and causing his rubber pants to balloon through the 
opening.

"Whoops!" said Jessica, seeing Tommy's predicament. "C'mon cotton-tail, 
let me help you out of your roller-shoes...baby'd better not 
sit...down."

Chapter 34

In what seemed an eternity--having to hold a shoe box over his bulging 
rear-end while walking down to the drug store in his blinking shoes, 
Tommy finally stood at the check-out with Jessica, who plopped a large 
box of size 6 Huggies on the counter.

Only then did she suddenly become alarmed, and quickly handed Tommy 
some money, telling him she had to rush off to the ladies' room. The 
cashier, a girl of about twenty-five, flashed her eyes at Tommy and 
joked: "You're a little old to be wearing these, aren't-cha, baby?" 
Tommy could only blush, and began to feel his palms start to sweat as 
he handed over the money.

"Smells like somebody needs his poopy diaper changed right away," she 
laughed, dropping the change into his sweaty hand. Thankfully, Jessica 
returned, allowing Tommy to keep the shoe box over his butt as she 
followed him to the ladies' room.

After finding someone to watch the stroller, Jessica pulled out a 
diaper and a pack of baby-wipes, and, after putting his shoe box in the 
stroller, led him by the hand through the door. To Tommy's relief, the 
room appeared to be deserted, but to his surprise, instead of going 
into a stall, Jessica pulled down the baby changing station, upon which 
she say him down, having him lay on his back with his legs in the air.

He was further surprised when, after Jessica unpinned and pulled off 
his shorts, she nonchalantly stuffed them into the waste can. Tommy 
managed to scoot back enough to rest on his elbows, allowing himself to 
at least drop his blinking heels on the edge of the changing table.

In this position he found it as easy as a little baby to wet and mess 
his diapers even more, and again wondered if he could ever do without 
them; he was, he thought, becoming just like the twins. "My, what a 
messy baby," Jessica said, after unpinning and pulling down the soaked 
front of his diapers.

"But your baby poo looks just like the twins'!" she exclaimed, now 
holding up Tommy's legs by the ankles, raising his messy butt in the 
air while she poked a baby wipe in his butt-hole. Just then a toilet 
flushed and a stall door swung open.

"Hi Jessie, I thought that was you. I knew you were babysitting...but I 
had no...idea..." "Oh, hi, Kristin," said Jessica, "sorry I missed 
practice, but it's baby's birthday, and we're getting little Tommy here 
all sorts of presents.'

"Well, how old are you, cutie-petutti?" said Kristin, brushing Tommy's 
bangs aside with her hand. "I...just turned eight," he replied, 
blushing; feeling like he just turned two. "Well," said she, "I think 
you're the most adorable eight year-old I've ever seen! Oh Jessie, can 
I help you babysit Tommy some time?"

Jessica became guarded--Tommy was {her} baby, but, under the 
circumstances, and because Kristin was captain of the volleyball team, 
she replied: "Sure, you can start right now. Finish wiping baby's 
bottom while I rinse out his poppy diapers."

Chapter 35

If it were possible for Tommy to be any more embarrassed (as in, 
literally, "bare-assed� by now, another tall teenage girl came bursting 
in the door. "Kristin!--how long does it take you to 
change...your...baby's...diaper??"

Kristin laughed, still holding Tommy's legs up by the ankles; raising 
his butt in the air above a spread-out Huggies. "Sorry to keep you and 
the girls waiting, Nicole, but I wanted to help Jessie clean up her 
messy baby...isn't little Tommy darling?"

Just then Jessica swung open the stall door, clutching the wad of 
diapers balled up inside the rubber pants. "Hi Nicole...what?--did ya 
bring the whole team down here?" snapped Jessica, now examining some 
chafing between Tommy's legs. "Don't diaper him yet, Kristin, baby's 
gonna need some diaper ointment on his little bottom...be right back."

While Jessica rifled through the diaper bag in search of the tube of 
baby salve, Kristin sat Tommy up, and then, to his astonishment, 
reached around from behind, and practically flipped him over, landing 
him on his hands and knees, as easily as if he were a little rag-doll.

"Oh, I see it now," said Kristin, spreading Tommy's butt-cheeks, "your 
baby pants musta been wrapped real tight around this little booty of 
yours." Tommy was about on the verge of tears, and struggled to keep 
his balance with his sweaty palms planted so close to his knees. "Can 
this get any worse?" he thought.

"Oh, Kristin, you missed a spot," said Nicole, using that as a pretense 
to jam a baby-wipe up Tommy's butt-hole, causing him at once to drop to 
his elbows and squirt out a little pee onto the diaper below him. "He's 
{too} cute!" Nicole exclaimed, "I wanna help babysit him too!"

Meanwhile, Jessica was finishing up making multiple perforations in a 
Huggies with a diaper pin. "Hi Jessie--seen Kristin?--she say she was 
fittin' to go...change...why you makin' holes in dat diaper?"

"Hi Lakesha, baby wets a lot, so he's gonna get double-
diapered...Kristin and Nicole are in there with him now. "C'mon..."

Chapter 36

The gentle reader will be left to his or her imagination to conclude 
the episode of Tommy and the twins' trip to the mall;--other than to 
add, that, with the exception of Tommy's shoes and socks; new pacifiers 
and personalized bib; two bags of Curity cloth diapers, and, of course, 
his Huggies, all the rest of his birthday presents;

That is to say, his new shorts, bib overalls, shirts, and a footed 
sleeper were folded in gift-wrapped boxes tied up with baby-blue 
ribbons, and were later opened at a "party", of sorts, complete with 
Chrissie's home-made plum pudding pie, topped with eight candles.

Aside from being a 4-H blue ribbon cook, Chrissie was also a talented 
seamstress, and had purchased lengths of white cotton flannel, speckled 
with colored prints of toy cars, trains, boats and airplanes, for which 
she intended to make the boys' matching playsuits.

Kate, for her part, was delighted to find Tommy asleep in his crib, and 
gently pulled his thumb from his mouth, replacing it with his new 
pacifier which depended from a narrow strap clipped to his new sleeper.

"It'll be good to have an older baby around the house," she thought as 
she felt the thick, wet diapers between his legs.

Tommy was promptly enrolled at the twins' school, and amazed his 
teachers at how bright and gifted he was, even if they had to change 
his diapers and all too often replaced his thumb-sucking with the 
pacifier which dangled from the strap fastened to his collar.

His teachers were, after all, already accustomed to Kate's other two 
boys, and even had an eleven year-old who didn't seem to mind at all 
being sent to school wearing a dozen or so cloth diapers and rubber 
pants under his long T-shirt (but Bobby's another story).

No one knew what became of Tommy's Mother until Kate received a letter 
from the Indianapolis Correctional Facility for Women. She and her 
boyfriend had been busted for possession of cocaine, and had to spend 
at least the next three years in the slammer;--

So it then became imperative for Kate to launch formal adoption 
proceedings, and Kate, a high-powered legal administrator, saw to it 
that Tommy quickly became her third baby boy, and would remain so for 
how ever as long as he wanted. But enough said.

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End of story, but only the beginning for Tommy, and his new life with 
the twins.