MARC AND FRED’S AVENTURES

Chapter 6

Original title: Les aventures de Marc et Fred

Author: bebemanu ([email protected])

Date: June 2005

Translation: bebemanu ([email protected])

Date: June 2005

Public: All public

Summarized: A young boy tells, how his mother, put him back in diapers, at 11 years old.

Reproduction and publication, even partial, prohibited without obtaining the preliminary authorization of the author, the translator, and/or the editor.

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The three days which followed, unrolled all that there is moreover more normally. Marc awoke each morning with a well inflated and soaked diaper, and Fred awoke in a soaked bed.

Friday, while returning from the school, the boys made their duties while waiting for their mother. Considering they didn’t have school the following day, they immediately made their duties in order to be quiet. Fred finished his exercise of maths when Camille returned. She put her bag and the kitchen’s table and passed the head in the living room.

-Hello boys.

-Hello mom.

-You already made your duties?

-Yes, like that, we will be quiet for the weekend.

-You’re right.

-Mom.

-Yes Marc?

-You make us our collation?

-Yes my darling, and afterwards, we go to the supermarket.

-Cool! Marc exclaimed.

-You come with us Fred?

-Yes mom, if you want, but I have judo this evening.

Camille was surprised of Fred’s answer and she didn’t think anymore of the judo.

-Fred, you make as you want. If you don’t want to go there, you don’t go there. You don’t need for something special the boys? She asked.

-Mom, I need that you repurchase me some diapers because I only have got some more than three in the package.

-I know marc, I looked at this morning.

-Okay mom, I don’t go to the judo, and I come with you to the supermarket. And then I have some enough of the judo, I don’t want to go there anymore.

-I know my darling; you already said it to us. Lastly, do as you want.

-I come with you.

-Very well, here is which is regulated.

Fred had just finished his duties. He arranged his books, and then put his portfolio in the wall cupboard. Camille arrived with bread in which it had put some Nutella. The boys sat down quietly on the settee to eat their collation. Once finished, they drank large orange juice glass. Camille joined them in the kitchen and said to them:

-Good, we go?

-Yes mom. They answered in the same time. They threaded their wind-breaker, and went up by car. On the road for the supermarket, Camille stopped to put gasoline. Once arrived, they entered the supermarket and the boys asked to their mother if they could go to the ray of the video games.

-Sure, but you join me in 20 minutes. Ok?

-Yes mom... They went to the ray of the video games and had fun with the consoles of demonstration. Fred looked his watch in order not to miss the hour by the gathering that his mother had given them. The hour arrived and they joined both their mother who was with butchery.

-We’re there mom.

-That’s well the boys, you are per hour.

-What does it remain to you like purchases to do?

-Some trifles, and your diapers.

-We can go to seek them mom? Marc asked.

-If you want.

-You come with me Fred?

-Okay, I come with you Marc.

They left their mother and moved towards the ray hygiene baby. Once in the ray, Fred felt the excitation to gain him. He didn’t know any more where to give head in front of all these packages of diapers. He could be regaled to look them in all impunity. Marc seen that and said to him:

-Fred.

-What?

-Stops dribbling! He said him while laughing.

Fred became red and smiles to his brother.

-Good, you need what kind of diapers?

-Pampers size 6.

-Ok... They are there.

-Not, that it’s the pull-ups, and I hate the pull-ups.

-Really?

-Yes, I want true diapers.

-Then they are those ones?

-Yes, they are those ones. Take two packages.

-Two packages?

-Yes, two packages.

-Ok.

Fred took two packages of diapers and joined his brother who was taking a large box of wipes.

-You take wipes too?

-Yes, there’s not much any more of them in the box.

-Ah ok.

-Good, we will join mom?

-Okay.

They left the ray and joined their mother. When Camille saw them, she smiles by seeing that it’s Fred who carried the packages of diapers of his little brother. Camille couldn’t be prevented besides from saying to him while laughing:

-Well my big baby, you gone to seek your diapers?

Fred didn’t know what to say and he became red because there were people who waited behind his mother.

-Mom, they are not mines, but those of Marc.

-I know my darling; I said that to tease you.

-It was necessary to take two packages of them?

-Yes, because considering your brother uses two or three of them per day, and that will avoid coming to buy some every week.

-Oh, ok.

They waited until their mother bought the meat and they finished together the few purchases which it remained to make, then moved towards the cashier. Fred and Marc packed the purchases in bags, and put them in the caddie. Once the bags in the trunk, they went up in the car and took the direction of the downtown.

-Where do we go mom? Marc asked.

-It’s needed that I go to the central pharmacy to buy cream because there doesn’t left some more.

-Okay.

Camille searched a place where to park her car, but didn’t find any. A policeman was on the pavement in front of the pharmacy, and Camille asked to him whether she could stay in double file time to go to seek what she needed with the pharmacy. The policeman answered her nicely:

-I should say to you not, but considering it is market day, I will authorize you there. I will stay there until you returned.

-Thank you very much sir. I can stay where I am?

-Not, you advance few meters.

-Thank you very much, I don’t need a long time.

Camille turned off the engine and left the car while saying:

-You stay there; I immediately come back the boys.

-Okay mom.

Camille crossed the road and came in the pharmacy.

-Hello Madam, what can I do for you?

-Hello. I phoned to you yesterday to make an order.

-Yes, with which name please?

-Mrs Gourbain.

-One moment, I will see Madam.

-Thank you.

The saleswoman left in the back shop and returned a few minutes later with a large bag to the hand.

-Here are Madam, there is all that you asked us.

-Very well, I thank you. I’ll buy a tube of Mytosil too.

-A small one or a big one?

-A big one please.

-Here is Madam. It is all that you needed?

-Yes, it is all. How much do I owe you?

-128,70 euros please.

Camille paid and left pharmacy. The policeman was always there and said to her:

-Indeed, you really didn’t need a long time.

-Yes. Thank you again sir.

-Please Madam. Have a good day.

Camille put the bag in the trunk and got into the car. She looked her seat belt and took again the road of the house. She stopped on the way buying bread, and then they returned. The boys helped their mother to discharge the trunk and by posing the bags on the kitchen table, they realized that there was a bag which they hadn’t seen. Fred asked to his mother:

-Mom, what is there in the big bag?

-Ah, small curious. You will know it the desired moment.

-Please mom, say to us what it is. Marc answered.

-No, you will know it when I would have decided it! No, let’s go. Go away to play a little outside.

The curiosity pricked with sharp, the boys left to take the air. They sat down each one on one of the swing and Fred called to Marc:

-At your opinion, what is there in the bag?

-I don’t know.

-Me either, but that intrigues me that mom doesn’t want to say to us what there is inside.

-Yes, me too.

-Good, what do we do?

-I don’t know.

-We come back home to play the console?

-Yes, if you want.

The boys came back in the house and Camille said to them:

-You already come back home?

-Yes mom, we don’t know what to do outside, and then it’s cold.

-Yes it’s true. And well, look at the television or go up to play the console.

-Okay mom. Marc answered.

The boys took off their shoes and assembled both in Marc’s room. While climbing behind his brother, Fred gave him a small slap on the buttocks with each step that marc went up. He made like yesterday, but with the difference that Marc didn’t wear a diaper. Marc turned the television on, then the console, and they sat down to play Midtown Madness. Claude returned early, which surprised Camille agreeably. Claude climbed without making noise and came of only one blow in the room where Marc and Fred were. Surprised, they shouted because they didn’t expect to see their father here, and especially at this hour.

-Dad! Marc exclaimed and rising to go to hang himself with his neck.

-Hello my baby, you’re well?

-Yes, and you?

-Yes. Hello Fred.

-Hello dad! He answered him while rising to go to kiss him.

-You’re well my big boy?

-Yes. You came back early today?

-Yes, and tomorrow, I don’t work.

-Cool.

-Let’s go, make me a small place. Marc, give me your joystick which I show with this big baby how we drive.

-Good luck Fred! Marc said while giving the joystick to his father.

Fred and Claude made a track race and the bursts of laughter went good train. Camille went up to see what it there had of too amusing, and found her three men sitting playing the console. She smiles by seeing that and Claude made him a covering joint of eye, then she went down again. Considering the timetable charged that Claude had, Camille found that although he takes a little time to play with the boys, because that didn’t arrive so often to him.

At the end of half an hour of laughter, Claude gave back the joystick to Marc, leaned towards Fred, and kissed him while saying to him:

-It’s well my big baby; you’re not too badly drawn.

-Yes, and if you hadn’t cheated by sinking me inside, it’s me who would have won!

-How that, did I cheat, me? Claude said while laughing.

-Yes, you cheated!

-Wait a little I will show you if I’m a cheater!

Claude pushed Fred who found himself lengthened by ground. He put himself on him to immobilize him and started to tickle him. Fred twisted laughter by ground while trying to demolish immobilization of his father, but he didn’t reach that point. He laughed with the glares and Claude tickled him of more beautiful. Marc laughed very similar, encouraging his father to tickle his brother. Fred laughed so much that he cried about it of happiness. At the end of three or four minutes of this treatment, Fred said to his father:

-Stops dad...

-No my big baby, I wouldn’t stop as much as you will not have say to me that I’m not a cheater.

-Please, stop!

-No, I wait...

While still laughing, Fred said to his father:

-You’re not a cheater dad.

-Ah, I prefer that! Claude said while laughing him too.

He stopped tickling Fred who said to him:

-Now make me a kiss, before I will change.

Claude leaned on Fred and made him an enormous kiss.

-Why do you want to go to change yourself? Claude asked.

-Because you tickled me so much that I have make pee in my trousers.

-What? Show that to me!

He was raised and noticed the damage. Fred had indeed make pee in his trousers.

-I’m sorry my big baby.

-It’s nothing dad.

-Come, we go down to see your mother to explain to her that you don’t have nothing to do there, and that it’s my fault if you made pee in your trousers.

-I will not go down like that?

-Just time that she sees and that I explain to her that it’s of my fault.

-Okay dad...

They came down the staircases and went to join Camille in the kitchen while Marc slipped by to take his shower and to be put in pyjamas.

-Darling.

-Yes?

-Fred has a small problem.

-Really?

-Yes, looks at him. Claude said by making a covering joint of eye to Camille.

She turned worm Fred and saw that his trousers were soaked.

-And well what does arrive to you my big baby? Camille said understanding immediately that Claude was responsible of that.

-I made wee in my trousers... Fred answered timidly.

-And well, here are some strong manners. You can’t retain yourself any more?

-Of course yes, but it’s dad who tickled me.

-Ah? It is true this history? Camille said while turning to Claude and by making him a covering joint of eye in her turn.

-No my darling, I don’t have nothing to do there. We wrestled, and of only one blow, he started to make pee in his trousers.

Camille was turned over towards Fred and said to him:

-Then, big baby, what will we do if you make pee in your trousers the day?

-But mom, I didn’t do it. It is dad...

-I should perhaps put you back in diapers all the time, 24/7, even the day to go to the school. After all, it’s well what you want, not? To wear back some diapers...

Fred didn’t know what to answer and he started to cry. Camille hadn’t thought that Fred would have started to cry. She approached him, was put herself on her knees, took him in her arms, and said to him:

-Stops crying my baby. I know that you don’t have mad it voluntary and that you don’t have anything to do there. I know that it is because dad tickled you. It was made to tease you. Fred looked at his mother and put his head in his neck.

-Forgives me my darling... She said to him.

-Yes my boy; please forgives us to have made you this joke. Claude said.

-It is malignant... Fred answered while crying.

-Well, dries your tears my big baby. It is not used for nothing to cry, I already said it to you. Even if you made pee with the bed, or in your trousers. Claude approached Fred, kissed him, and says to him:

-Well, come with me. Considering it is of my fault if you made pee in your trousers, I will occupy myself of you and to change you. Fred clung to the neck of his father who took him in his arms. They went up on the floor, and they came both in the bathroom. Claude posed Fred by ground and made run water in the bath-tub. He looked at Fred, dry the tears which ran on his cheek, and said to him:

-Well, we will change this baby. Afterwards, he will be very clean! He said by tickling Fred.

Fred twisted and smiles to his father while saying to him:

-You will wash me?

-Yes why? You don’t want?

-And well, with share mom, nobody else ever washed me.

-And well, it will be a first then.

-Yes...

Claude put himself on his knees in front of Fred and started to strip him while saying:

-That disturbs you that I’ll wash you?

-Yes, a little, but it’s not serious. You’re my dad, and like mom, you can wash me.

Claude started with him to take off his sweat shirt, his socks, his tee-shirt, his trousers, and finished by his slipway. Fred was now naked in front of his father. He was obstructed a little, and started to redden. Claude realized there and said to him:

-You know my big boy; you don’t have to have shame of you nor of your body. I’m your father and I already saw you naked of the hundreds of times.

-I know. Fred answered.

-But I’m not anymore accustomed to being naked in front of you or mom.

-Yes, it’s true. But with your mother, we never hid in front of you. And you shouldn’t hide either. The only thing that I will say you, it is that your body belongs to you, and that nobody has the right to touch there if you don’t want. And if one day, somebody tries to touch your buttocks or your dick, you have to say it immediately to us.

-Why dad?

-Because it is prohibited.

-Oh, ok.

-Well, go up in the bath-tub that I wash you. Big wetter baby... He said to Fred while laughing.

-Yes dad... Fred answered on an amused air.

Claude washed Fred who let himself do like a baby. Once washed, Claude wrapped Fred in a towel, took him in his arms, and took it along in hiss room. Marc saw his brother leaving the bathroom in the arms of his father and started to laugh when he saw that. He put the play on pause, get up, and followed his father who held Fred in his arms. Claude put Fred on his bed, and finished to dry him carefully. He opened the towel and Fred found himself again naked in front of his father who said to him:

-Let us see seeing. Where is the pyjama of this big baby?

-On the chair. Marc said.

-Ah yes, I hadn’t seen it.

Claude took Fred’s pyjamas and said to him to sit down on his bed. He threaded his pyjama jacket to him, and then pushed him behind so that he is again to lengthen in order to be able to thread his pyjama’s bottom to him.

-Well, my big baby is now clean. It misses you nothing anymore but one diaper to be a real baby.

-You want that I give one to you dad? Marc said.

-No my darling. For the diapers, we will see that Wednesday evening if the urologist agrees.

-Ok dad.

-Let’s go, we go down now, because it will be the lunch time.

-Yes dad...

They came down all the three and came in the kitchen where Camille was drawing up the table.

-Here is my clean baby. Camille said by kissing Fred.

-It’s dad who washed me.

-Oh, really? But you will end up becoming again a real baby if we continue to wash you.

-I don't care, and then it’s not so badly only that you occupy of me like baby.

-You are right my darling. Now, seat down round the table...

The meal proceeded like all the others, where each one been able to exchange their ideas with the others, and to say what they thought. Once this one finished, everyone disencumbered the table. Claude went to settle in front of the television to watch the news, and the boys were going to go up when Camille called Fred.

-Fred!

-Yes mom?

-You well want to put the diaper to your brother, my darling?

-Of course mom, no problems.

Fred and Marc climbed and came in the room. Fred opened the drawer the cupboard one and left what he needed to change his brother. When it was turned over on him, Marc had already removed his pyjamas and was lengthened, naked, on his bed.

-Marc, why did you remove your pyjamas?

-Because yesterday you say me that when a baby is changed he just has his diaper on him, then I removed my pyjamas. –Ok, big baby. Rise thirty seconds that I put the towel on your bed. Marc rose time that Fred spreads out the towel over the bed. Once lengthened, Marc let himself do like the yesterday evening. Fred started with him to put cream everywhere. He started to be a little surer of himself and didn’t think anymore of the fact that he was touching his little brother in his purer intimacy. That became natural for him. Marc let himself do by sucking his thumb and that made smile Fred. Once that he had finished putting cream on Marc, Fred dries his hands, caught the ankles of his brother, raised his legs and his buttocks, and slipped a diaper under the buttocks of his brother. Marc was surprised that Fred takes him by the ankles. Fred powdered the intimate parts and the buttocks of his brother with talc, and then he closed the diaper and adjusted the adhesives tapes.

-Here is, baby is now wearing his diaper. And now, I will put his pyjamas to him... Marc, where did you put your pyjamas? -I don’t know. I think that mom put it in the laundry.

-So much worse, we will take another one.

Fred opened the cupboard of his brother and looked on the racks to find pyjamas to him.

-Here, I found! He said while being turned over.

-What is this pyjama? It’s not mine!

-Surely yes, because if not, it wouldn’t be in your cupboard.

-I never wore it!

-Wait...

Fred left the room and approached the staircases.

-Mom!

-What is there Fred?

-Marc asks for who are the pyjamas which are in his cupboard.

-For who does he wants that they are? They are for him! They are new pyjamas.

-Thank you mom!

Fred turned over in the room, unfolded the pyjamas which he had put on the foot of the bed of his brother, and said to him:

-They are for you big baby! They are new pyjamas.

-I hadn’t seen them.

-And well mom has to surely buy them today, considering she had spoken about it.

-Perhaps...

-Well, get up and put your head in the hole that I thread you your jacket. Marc let himself equip by Fred who treated him like a little boy who is a 3 years old. He then said to him to lengthen and he threaded his pyjama’s bottom to him.

-Get up now that I equip you correctly.

-Ok... Marc said while getting himself upright.

Fred went up the pyjama’s bottom of his brother and immediately saw that that emphasized the diaper that Marc was wearing. He put to him his pyjama’s jacket in the pyjama’s bottom and said to him:

-Here is, baby is ready for the night...

Marc started to laugh and put himself in front of the mirror. When he saw that his pyjamas were moulding and that it emphasized his layer, he exclaimed:

-Oh! Nice pyjamas! We very well see my diaper below.

-Yes, it’s true. And now, you really seem like a baby.

-Yes. It’s so cool.

-Well, come, we go down to watch the television.

-Ok.

Marc left the room followed by Fred, who put some small slaps on his brother’s buttocks, to see how the stuffing of the diaper was. Arrived in the living room, Camille and Claude smiled when they saw Marc in his new pyjamas. Camille caught him in the passing and rocked him on her knees, kissed him, and said to him:

-Tell me my baby, do you love your new pyjamas?

-Yes, I love them. And we very well see my diaper under the bottoms.

-I know, I bought them considering you like both that we see your diapers under your pyjama’s bottoms, and considering that you like to seem like a baby too.

-Yes, I like when my diaper is seen.

Marc was raised and, as to his practice, went to sit down beside his father. Fred thus took place beside his mother. The weather news passed, Fred lengthened on the settee and put his head on his mother’s knees while smiling to her. Camille returned his smile to him and kissed him while saying to him:

-My big baby needs his small hug?

Fred reddens but didn’t answer. The film started, and a few moments later, he instinctively put his thumb in his mouth to suck it. Camille smiles by seeing he doing and Fred made her a smile. Camille passed her hand in the hair of her son and took again the course of film. Marc was in the same position than Fred, but on the other settee, with his father. He was sucking his thumb to. To the advertising cut, Camille and Claude rose and returned with 1 glass of oranges juice for the boys. Claude changed place with Camille, and Fred didn’t dare to lie and put his head on his father’s knees. His father leaned towards him, kissed him, and said to him to come to make him a hug. Fred was happy, and he lengthened on his father as he had a little earlier do it with his mother. The film started again and each one was keep silent. Claude rubbed Fred’s who had recovered to suck his thumb. At the end of ten minutes, Fred was deadened under the fact that his father was rubbing his hairs. Camille smiled by seeing Fred deadened on his father’s knees, his thumb always his mouth. Claude made her a covering joint of eye. The film finished, Camille and Marc rose. Claude delicately took Fred in his arms and put him against him to go up to put him in his bed. While passing from Camille, he said to her to low voice:

-He starts to be heavy this big baby.

-It doesn’t have anymore 5 years old my darling. Marc, goes up with dad, and goes to bed.

Claude climbed behind Marc who tuned the light on once at the entry of his room. Claude said to him with low voice:

-Marc, please open the bed of your brother my darling.

-Ok dad... He answered while whispering.

Marc opened his brother’s room and opened his bed. Claude deposited Fred with softness there, bordered him, kissed him and then they left the room by closing the door behind him.

-Well my darling, go to bed now.

-You come to border me dad?

-Of course my baby.

Claude followed Marc in his room and bordered him once he was in his bed. He kissed him by saying to him:

-Good night my small man. Have beautiful dreams.

Claude turned the light off, closed the door and went down to join Camille in the living room. She finished giving a little order in the house, and Claude went to the kitchen drinking a glass of water.

-Darling, did you check Marc’s diaper

-Oops, I forgot.

-It’s not serious; I will check it before to go to bed.

-I excuses, but I didn’t thought about it.

-Don’t worry for that. Well, come to go to bed. Tomorrow I rise early and the boys too.

-Really? But however they don’t have school tomorrow.

-It’s true, but I reserve one special weekend to them.

-Ah, I see...

-Well, I go up to see Marc.

-I follow you.

They assembled both on the floor. Claude came in his room, and Camille opened Marc’s door. She came in and moved towards the bed. Marc was turned over and said:

-What is there mom?

-Nothing special my darling. Dad forgot to check your diaper. Are you wet?

-Yes...

-Well, I you will change, because if not, you will have leaks this night.

-Ok mom.

Camille drew the cover, went down the pyjama’ bottom of Marc and removed his diaper to him which was well wet. She cleaned him with wipes, threaded a fresh diaper to him, and went up his pyjama’s bottoms. She bordered him again, and kissed him.

-Good night mom.

-Good night my baby.

Camille closed again the door behind her and went to his room to go to bed because tomorrow she held a surprise with the boys. And they certainly were not going to return from there...