MARC AND FRED’S AVENTURES

Chapter 7

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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-Good night mom.

-Good night my baby.

Camille closed the door behind her and gone to her bed because tomorrow she held a surprise to the boys. And they were certainly not going to believe it...

It was 07:45am when Camille’s alarm clock ring. She turned and seen that Claude was already upright. She rose and went down to the kitchen where she found Claude lunching. She kissed him, and served herself a coffee. Once this one swallowed, she said:

-Good, I go up to awake the boys.

-Okay darling.

Camille went up on the floor, opened Marc’s door bedroom, approached the bed and shook Marc.

-Marc.

-...

-Marc, darling.

-Hum...

-Wake up my treasure, it’s time.

Marc was turned over and seen his mother. He rubbed his eyes, rose, put on his slippers, and awaited his mother who entered in his brother’s room. She approached the bed, knelt, passed a hand under the blanket bed and realized that Fred had once more wet his bed. She kissed him and said:

-Fred. Wake up my big boy.

-Hum...

-It’s time to get up my baby.

Fred turned himself and seen his mother. He smiles to her and said:

-Hello mom.

-Hello my baby.

-What time is it?

-It’s 08:05 am.

-Why do you awake me at this time? I don’t have school today.

-I know my big baby, but is needed that you rises because you are soaked.

-Oh, I still made pee with the bed...

-It’s not serious my darling. You have to get up and go down to the kitchen to lunch. You will wash yourself afterwards.

-I go down like that? With my wet pyjamas?

-Yes, don’t worry you for that. I will occupy myself of you after breakfast.

-Ok...

Fred rose, put on his slippers and followed his mother. Marc awaited them to go down to breakfast, and Fred gave him a small slap on the buttocks.

-Hello Marc.

-Hello Fred.

-Oh! Your diaper is well inflated this morning. We could see it well under your pyjamas.

-Yes, I know. Once arrived in the kitchen, the boys kissed their father, and sat down at the table. Camille made them heat milk, and buttered slices of bread to them over which they spread out apricot jam. They lunched quietly all while wondering why their mother had awaked them also early whereas they didn’t have school today. Once the breakfast taken, they were going to disencumber the table when their father said to them:

-Let it like that boys, I will do it. Go up with mom, she will be occupied of you.

Marc and Fred looked at themselves and moved towards the staircases.

Camille was already on the floor. When they arrived there, she was finishing making Fred’s bed. Marc’s one had already been done. The boys came in Fred’s room and Camille said to them:

-Go to wash yourself and brush you the teeth. Then you’ll join me in Marc’s room. I’ll prepare your clothes.

Without seeking to understand, Marc and Fred came in the bathroom and closed the door behind them. Marc removed his pyjamas, and Fred made in the same way. Marc was now with only his diaper on him, in front of the wash-hand basin and he started to brush his teeth. Fred was naked, and when it walked behind his brother, it put a small slap to him on his buttocks. This have for effect to make Marc smiling. Fred gone under the shower and washed himself. Once finished, he left the place to his little brother who got rid of his diaper and disappeared in the shower cubicle. Fred collected the diaper and put it in the dustbin, and then he washed his teeth. Marc left the shower and dried himself. Fred awaited him sited on the edge of the bath-tub. They both left the bathroom, and came in Marc’s room. They were naked and Camille awaited them. She extended a towel on the bed, and on the foot of this one, the large bag was put there. The bag which had so much interested the boys yesterday afternoon. Camille looked them while smiling and said:

-Fred, lengthens you on the towel my darling.

Fred was carried out all while wondering what his mother had in the head. Camille took the tube of cream and started to whitewash the cream on Fred’s intimate parts and buttocks.

-Why you put cream on me mom?

-Because I don’t want that you a rash with the pee with the bed.

-Oh, okay. Fred answered who found this answer logical.

Camille finished to spread out the cream to him and it seen that Fred took there apparently pleasure because he started to be hard. Fred became very red and didn’t dare any more to look at his mother. Camille leaned towards him, kissed him and said to him in the ear:

-It’s not worth while to redden, and you don’t have to have shame. It’s natural my darling.

Fred didn’t answer. Camille opened the bag which on the foot of the bed and left there a transparent bag where a purple object was in. She opened the bag and left the object in question. She unfolded it, and Fred realized that it was a diaper. He opened big eyes by seeing this diaper, and understood very quickly that his mother went to diapered him. He looked at her and made her a big smile. Camille returned its smile to him and made him a covering joint of eye. Marc was mouth open by seeing that his mother went to change Fred. She smiles and said to Fred:

-Well, put your buttocks up now, that I could put your diaper under your butt.

-Yes mom... Answered Fred, by getting up his buttocks.

Camille slipped the diaper, (which was a Molicare Super Plus Small), under Fred’s buttocks and made him get down his butt on the diaper. She took talc and powdered Fred, and then she folded back the front of the diaper on Fred’s pubis and adjusted the four adhesives. Fred didn’t believe it. It was 08:27 in the morning, and his mother had just diapered him...

-Mom. Why did you diaper me this morning?

-You didn’t want to find yourself diapered for one day as you made it when you were younger?

-Yes...

-As well, I offer you better than this.

-Ah?

-Yes, I offer you a weekend in diapers.

-Yes! Cool!

-I was sure that you would be happy.

-But how will I do if I want to go to the bathroom?

-How did you do before when you kept your diaper all the day on Sunday?

-I made in my diaper... Fred answered timidly.

-As well you will make exactly the same thing...

-Really? I can make pee in my diaper?

-Yes, big baby. If not, why have I to diaper you if it’s to not use it?

-Yes, but if I want to poop?

-As well you also make it in your diaper. And don’t worry for your diapers; it’s me who would change you both.

-Why, Marc will also spend the weekend in diapers?

-Yes. You will be both my babies during two days.

-Yes! It’s so cool!

-Well, now, it’s necessary that I equip you.

Camille unpacked the contents of the bag on the bed. She took a plastic pant and threaded it to Fred. She asked him to put himself upright to be able to go up it to him and set it up over his diaper. It was blue sky plastic pant. Fred looked at his mother setting up to him his plastic pant. It made him very funny to be diapered because it wasn’t any more accustomed to having a diaper between his legs. And the one he was wearing was very thick compared with the Pampers he wore before. Once the plastic pant well places on him, Camille caught what seemed to be a tee-shirt. Once she had unfolded it, Fred realized that it was an onsie. This one was white, with small printed cars top. She threaded it to him and closed the snaps between Fred’s legs.

-Here, you are ready my big boy.

-I stay like that?

-For the moment, yes. When I would have diapered your brother I would see whether I put to you in pyjamas or if I equip you to go downtown. Fred looked himself in the mirror and he liked the image which the mirror returned to him. He liked to be dressed like that and said it to his mother:

-Mom, I like to be dress like that. That’s so cool! It's a pity that I can’t all be equipped like that all the time, and that it’s only for the weekend.

-Fred, there are strong way that you would be equipped like that every evening as from Wednesday.

-Really?

-Yes...

-Mom. Could I spend my weekends diapered the whole day; and equipped like that?

-We will see Fred. We’re not on this way now.

-Okay mom...

Camille made lengthen Marc on the towel and the diapered him in the same way that she just did it with Fred. Only, his diaper, his plastic pant and his onsie were different. His layer was a Pampers size 6; his plastic pant was white, and his onsie was green apple. The boys looked at both in the mirror and laughed to see us dressed like that. Fred was in heaven. Camille approached him, took him in her arms, kissed him, and says to him:

-Then, you are happy my darling?

-Yes mom. It’s so cool! I didn’t remember any more that it was so soft to have a diaper on the buttocks.

-As well, you don’t need a lot of things to be happy.

Fred reddens and his mother put some small slaps on his buttocks stuffed by the diaper and added:

-And in a few time, you will rediscover the feeling to wet your diaper and to have it on the buttocks wet once.

-Yes I know mom. But before I liked that, and I don’t see why I wouldn’t like that any more.

- As well, in this case you will be happy. Well, now, let us see seeing to put on you a beautiful new pyjama.

-Oh, you buy pyjamas to me?

-Not one, but three pyjamas.

Camille took one of the pyjamas which were with the foot of the bed and unpacked it. She unfolded it and Fred seen that there were drawings above, like Marc’s ones. The pyjama was red with bear cubs above.

-Ouah, it’s cool. I like this kind of drawings.

-I know it my big boy; it’s why I bought some. Well, come here that I equip you. Camille threaded the pyjama jacket on the head of Fred, and then she adjusted it on him after he threaded his hands in the handles. The pyjama arrived just at his waist. She bent down then, and made him put his feet in the openings of the legs, and went up the pyjama bottoms on his diaper. It was exactly the same type of pyjamas that Marc wore yesterday and this morning before to go to the bathroom and Fred saw immediately that his pyjamas made his diaper to be shown and emphasized it. It should be said that the red one particularly emphasized the diaper that Fred was wearing under his pyjama. He was looked at him in the mirror and said:

-Ouah! I really seem like a baby like that.

-Yes, it’s the least that we could say. It’s not what you wanted?

-Yes mom... He answered while reddening.

-Let’s go Marc; it’s your turn now.

Camille equipped Marc with one of the pyjamas which were in his cupboard. She threaded him a green one with Teletubbies above his pyjama’s jacket. Once equipped, Marc looked himself in the mirror and said:

-They’re so cool these pyjamas. And I like to be in diaper also during the day.

-Now, go down to see your father while I have to use the vacuum cleaner. You’ll come back to play the X-Box afterwards.

The boys left the room and precipitated in the staircases. They came into the living room where their father waited. When he saw them, he couldn’t be prevented from saying to them:

-Oh, that’s my two little boys. As well, you’re quite beautiful like that.

-Yes, you saw dad? Mom bought to me pyjamas like Marc ones.

-Yes, my darling, I see that... Come here, I’ll see you better.

Claude caught Fred by the size and drew the rubber band from his pyjama bottoms while saying:

-Oh! But what is there inside? He asked.

Fred looked him while smiling and said:

-A diaper!

-What? A diaper?

-Yes, a diaper with a plastic pant.

-Show that to me a little more closely.

Fred put himself right in front of his father. He went up his pyjama jacket slightly, and then lowered his pyjama bottoms on his ankles. He looked at his father while smiling and said to him:

-That’s right, you see better like that?

-Yes, it’s very well. But say to me, what it is that this plastic slipway and this tee-shirt which you put?

-It’s not a plastic slipway, and not a tee-shirt dad!

-Oh really? So, what it is?

-It’s a plastic pant to avoid the leaks, and it’s an onsie.

-An onsie? But they are babies clothing!

-Yes, it’s the same thing.

-Then you are both some babies if I well understand.

-No, we are big boys equipped as babies.

-No, me I say that you are babies...

-And me I say no! Fred answered.

While saying that, he approached his father, the pyjama bottoms always on the ankles. Without it expecting it, Claude caught him and lengthened him on his knees then put himself to tickle him. Fred put himself to twist of laughing under the tickles of his father. Claude continued to tickle Fred while saying to him:

-I will prove to you that you are a baby, because in less than 2 minutes you will have a wet diaper on the buttocks!

He had decided to tickle Fred until this one makes pee in its layer. Less than one minute later, Claude stopped tickling Fred, put his hand on the front of his diaper, and said:

-Oh! Baby made pee in his diaper...

Fred answered him yes by shocking the head with the tears of joy which ran on its cheeks.

-Well, get up that I you dress you back as it’s necessary. He helped Fred to recover upright, because this one always had his pyjama bottoms in bottom of the ankles. Fred once upright, Claude went up him his trousers, positioned back to him, and said to him:

-Then, what do you feel to have a wet diaper on the buttocks?

-Nothing special.

-It doesn’t disturb you to have a diaper full with pee on the buttocks?

-No, I like it... Fred answered timidly.

-Therefore, it’s well what I said. You are babies... Claude said while smiling.

-Yes, we are babies. Fred said.

-Ah, here which is already much better. Well, now you can make a part of video game. I leave you, and go to wash myself.

Claude rose, and moved towards the staircases. The boys were installed both on a settee and looking at themselves mutually. Marc smiled and Fred asked him:

-Why are you smiling Marc?

-Because you have a diaper and that it’s seen even more than mine.

-Yes, and I don't care. It’s too cool to be like that. I like it!

-Yeah, me too. I like being like that too. I’m so well in diaper...

The boys turned on the television and looked at cartoons on the satellite. Approximately an hour later, Camille went down with the vacuum cleaner. The boys looked at her arranging it, and concluded from it that she had finished the household. Camille saw them and says to them:

-You’re right boys?

-Yes mom. They answered.

-Then, it appears that there are one of you of both which already have some wet buttocks?

Fred looked at his mother while laughing and said to her:

-Yes, my diaper is already wet. It is dad fault; he makes me tickles until I made pee in my diaper.

-I know my darling, he said it to me. And that doesn’t bother you to have the wet buttocks?

-No mom.

-Well, in this case, I don’t need to change you then immediately.

-Yes, because I like to have a wet diaper.

-You want a hot chocolate?

-Yes, I well want one mom.

-Me too. Marc answered.

-Okay, I prepare that for you.

Camille went in the kitchen and prepared to them a hot chocolate. Not with powder cocoa, but with true chocolate which she dissolved in a pan before adding to it hot milk. The boys like some and she knew it. She served their chocolate to them, and went to pose to them on the table of the living room by taking care to put a set of table on it before.

-Here are, my babies are been useful. She said to them while laughing.

-Thank you mom. They answered at the same time.

-Well, I go up to make my toilet, and afterwards, you will go up that I dress you.

-Why, where do we go mom? Marc asked.

-To make to purchases my darling.

-I could keep my diaper to go there?

-But you will keep both your diaper. I said to you that you spend the weekend in diapers. Then you will keep your diaper, even to come with me to the supermarket, and downtown.

-Mom.

-Yes Fred?

-What will I wear like clothing?

-I don’t know, we will well find something which allows you to have a diaper below.

-But not a pair of blue jean because if not I will be tightened to much and everybody will see that I’m wearing a diaper below.

-It will be necessary for you to choose. If you want to spend all your weekends in diapers, it will be necessary to make you there.

-Really? I could spend all my weekends in diapers?

-Perhaps not all, but I’m not against the fact that you spend one weekend per month in diapers.

-Yeah! It’s so cool!

-But we’re not there yet Fred. Initially, it will be necessary that I speak about it with your father, and I remind to you nevertheless that you have appointment with the urologist Wednesday afternoon.

-Yes, I know mom. And if ever he says that it’s not necessary that I wear some diapers?

-As well, I will warn at this time there. I didn’t take ant decision yet on this subject. But at least, you will have been able to spend this weekend in diapers.

-Yes, but that would to say that I could never wear diapers again. Fred answered at the edge of the tears.

-Come there two minutes my big boy. Camille said while sitting down on the settee.

Fred rose and put himself in front of his mother. She sat him on her knees, took him in her arms and kissed him.

-Fred. You very well know that I don’t wish that you would be unhappy. But from there to put you in diapers for nothing, that to you made two.

-Yes, but me I would like to spend at least the weekend in diapers. Like that, that wouldn’t be all the time. Fred answered while starting to cry.

-Don’t cry, my darling... You really seem like a baby like that.

Fred put his head in the neck of his mother and started to cry with heats tears. Camille wondered whether Fred was not making a kind of regression. She thought that she had a means of knowing it, without passing through a psychologist, and that she would buy what it was necessary a few moments ago. She took Fred in his arms, kissed him, and moved towards the staircases.

-Well, dries your tears my darling. We will both get up, and I will dress you. You want?

Fred answered yes by shaking the head. Once in Fred’s room, Camille posed him on the bed and kissed him.

-Dries your tears now. For the moment, you are in diapers until Monday morning before to go to school, then profit well.

-Until Monday morning? Fred asked.

-Yes my darling. Monday morning, you will not awake in a wet bed.

Fred smiles to his mother and kissed her.

It had found his smile only with the advertisement this news. Definitely, it didn’t need large-thing to make him happy.

-Well, what kind of clothes will I put to this big baby?

-Not a pair of jean mom.

-I know my darling; you already said it to me. A track suit would make the deal, but you are likely to be cold, because it freezes outside.

-Shit... It would have been well however.

-Perhaps....

-Perhaps what?

-Don’t move, I come back in 2 minutes, I will see something in your brother’s room.

-Okay mom.

Fred lay down on his bed, and looked at the bump which his diaper made on the front of his pyjama bottoms. No doubt, the pyjamas hid anything,

and the diaper he was carrying below his pyjama was all that there is of more visible. Fred was subjugated by the feeling which his layer got to him. He liked that at the point to want to wear only diapers. But he wondered especially what the urologist Wednesday would say to him. He was horrified with the fact of thinking that he could say to him that he didn’t need diapers. If such were the case, he would be really sad. Fred was always lost in his thoughts when his mother came back in his room with something in the hand. Fred looked at her and said:

-What is it mom?

-It’s some tights my darling.

-Tights?

-Yes, some tights. I was certain that your brother had of it a too large pair for him.

-But mom, I will not wear tights. It’s good for the girls. And more the colour is not terrible.

-Listen Fred, it’s that or I remove you your diaper.

-There’s not another colour?

-Yes, but they are too small for you. Then, that do you decide?

Fred thinks that he didn’t have the choice, and he didn’t want to leave his diapers before Monday morning, before school. He answered:

-Okay, mom...

-I suspected that you would answer me that. Well, strip this big baby.

Fred let himself do and Camille removed his pyjama to him. She started with the trousers, and then finished by the jacket. She checked the state of Fred’s diaper, took the pair of tights, and unfolded it. Fred didn’t like the colour, but he has to do with. It should be said that it was a pair of blue sky tights. And more, they were out of wool, he wouldn’t have cold with that under his jogging’s trousers. Camille opened the tights and threaded the feet of Fred in the holes of the legs. She went up them to him with semi thighs; made get him upright, and finished going up them to him to adjust them on his diaper.

-Perfect! They are exactly with your size.

Fred went down from his bed and put himself in front of the mirror. In the final analysis, it was not so unpleasant to wear some tights. And the image of the tights moulding so much his diaper liked to him. He took his spirits back when his mother said to him:

-Then, what do you feel about wearing tights to your age?

-It makes me funny but it’s not badly.

-You see, I had said it to you.

-Yes, it’s true. And then with that, we well see my diaper, and I like when it’s well seen. He says while reddening.

-As well, now, these tights are yours.

-Really? As well, thank you mom.

-And considering we go to the supermarket, I’ll buy you others ones. Let’s go, come to sit you here that I finish to dress you.

Camille opened the cupboard of Fred and looked at what she could well put to him. She always thought about what she said to herself a few moments ago, on the fact that Fred could be well, quite simply, jealous of his brother, and that he perhaps want in a certain kind, to regress. She sought in clothing which was at the bottom of the cupboard; in those which Fred didn’t put any more and which could still suit him. She excavated a few moments and finished by finding a tee-shirt for him. She looked at then in the track suits, and also found her happiness. She took of it a navy blue which would certainly emphasize Fred’s diaper... Now remained to find a sweat shirt for him. She opened the other door and found quickly. She took clothing that she had chosen, and turned over towards the bed where Fred had lengthened himself.

-Here, now, I have to finish dressing this baby.

Fred looked her while smiling. She leaned towards him and kissed him.

-Well, seat you on the bed that I finish to dress you.

Camille unfolded the tee-shirt and threaded it on Fred. She threaded his track suit’s trousers to him and made him put itself upright for going up to him and passing it on his diaper. Camille looked at him and said:

-Perfect. You are beautiful like that my darling. Fred left his thoughts and looked at his mother while smiling to her. He turned worm the mirror and when he saw himself inside, he started to laugh.

-Why do you laugh Fred?

-Because I seem like a baby with this tee-shirt.

-You don’t like to seem to a little boy?

-Yes... He answered while reddening.

-So, you really seem like a little boy who is 5 or 6 years old. Well, now, the sweat shirt.

Camille slipped on him his sweat shirt which was of red colour, with Pokemon marked above and a drawing of Picachu, and which was right with his size. The sweat shirt didn’t cover his buttocks at all, with the result that we very well saw the diaper that he carrying under his trousers. Fred turned him on himself and seen that his layer was visible. He looked at his mother and said to her:

-But mom, these trousers is too.

-But not, it suits you very well.

-I know, but I wanted to say that it doesn’t hide my layer.

-And does that disturb you?

-Yes, a little nevertheless.

-However, five minutes ago, you have just said to me that you liked when your diaper was visible, and that you like to be dress and to seem like a little boy.

-Yes, but nevertheless not at this point there.

-As well, you have to accustom yourself about it, because little boys don’t care that we could see that they have a diaper under their trousers. Because now that you are dressed; I will not change you under pretext that we could see your diaper. And then if you want to pass, at least, a weekend per month in diapers, it’s necessary that you are accustomed to it, because the babies and the little boys really don’t care themselves that people could see that they wear a breeches a diaper.

-Ok mom...

-Well, go down to the living room and sends to me your brother.

-Yes mom.

Fred was going to leave the room when Camille caught him and kissed him.

-I love you mom.

-Me too my baby. Now, go down!