Chapter 11 – All Shook Up and No Particular Place to Go
It was about 6:30 AM when I first started to wake up just a little, drifting in and out of sleep. I had about 15 minutes before my alarm would force me from bed. I was laying in a very awkward position so I went to stretch out proper to snooze in comfort for the few minutes I had before time to be up. As soon as I rolled over and stretched back out, I found a very cold, very wet spot.
“There goes snoozing!” I thought, as I was instantly awake.
For a brief moment I didn’t remember wearing diapers and or having been dry in the morning for two weeks now, for that terrible minute it was just like old times. When I got up to strip the sheets from my bed and when I heard my diaper crinkle, it reminded me I shouldn’t even have to do this.
I reached around and felt the back of my Pj’s, my entire seat and one leg were soaked. Each movement served to remind me of the wet clingy Pj’s. I had no clue what happened, but I guess I had just slept too deeply to notice when my diaper leaked. I pulled off my shorts, reached around, and felt the back of my diaper and sure enough, it was all wet as well. I pushed a little and felt something not quite like moisture come out the back under the pressure. That’s odd, I thought, as I untaped the diaper and started to look at it more closely. There were numerous little holes in the butt; I guess it was a manufacturing defect of some kind, but little beads of diaper stuffing were coming out of the punctures.
My door swung open and Mom called out, “Todd you okay?” followed by an, “OH!” and her shutting the door very quickly. My back was to the door so I guess she got a good view of my naked butt. It was different from those couple of times she changed me, I guess there is something in the unexpectedness that made the situation different for both of us. I rolled the diaper up and taped it into a ball trying not to put too much pressure on it, which would force more of the padding out the holes.
I grabbed a pair of my gym shorts from my hamper and pulled them on. I stripped my sheets, rolled them up along with my Pj's and carried them to the laundry room. I started the washer, put the bundle in and closed the lid. I grabbed a plastic grocery bag and went back to my room, stopping in the kitchen to get a handful of paper towels. I put the diaper in the grocery bag and used the paper towels to dry the top of my plastic sheet, which had little streaks of moisture on it.
“Diaper leak?” Mom asked from my doorway.
“Yup!” I said putting the paper towels in the bag with diaper and tying the whole thing off.
“Did it leak from the legs? Did you not have it fit right?”
“No. It had holes in the back like perforations all over the seat.”
“I see. You know plastic pants wouldn’t have kept the diaper from leaking, but it would have prevented you getting all wet?”
“Yes ma’am, it just seemed too hot for them last night, but now I wish I had worn them.”
“Oh honey, I’m sorry. That had to be yucky to wake up in a wet bed again.”
“Yeah, worse than it used to be, I think.”
“Well, go get your shower and I’ll see what I can whip up for breakfast.”
Good advice, although I didn’t feel like eating much at the moment. However, hot water can change a lot, and I felt much better after my shower. Therefore, as soon as I had dried off, brushed my teeth and gotten dressed, I went to the kitchen feeling quite hungry.
Mom was just finishing buttering some Eggo Waffles when I got there.
“Thank you!” I told her pulling the plate closer in front of me.
Mom sat down across from me, with a plate of her own. “Last day of school eh?”
“Yea! Free-Free!” I exclaimed around a mouthful of waffle.
“Well, I’ve got to go back into the big lab today, but I should be home in the early afternoon. When you get in from school, if I’m not home, make sure and get your things together for your Aunts.”
We both finished eating and I hugged mom goodbye before darting out the door for school. Home room was spent giving time for us to clean out our lockers. I didn’t have much of anything left that I wanted to keep except a couple of paperback books. The day drug on quite slowly, except for second period, which flew by. Mr. Copperpine had brought in a trivia game and he divided the class into teams and we played trivia. Eventually 11:40 came and the bell rang releasing the student body for three whole months.
The halls were more crowded than normal as everyone was wishing everyone else a good summer. The formality struck me as funny. Most everyone here will see each other over the course of the summer, but I suppose it is customary to say goodbyes anyways.
I looked around for my friends and didn’t see any of them. I assumed Rob and Rick had got out the door quite quickly and knowing Aunt Sarah she was there waiting for them when they ran out. As for Kevin, Glen or BB, I saw no trace of them either. I hope next year’s scheduling is a little better; I mean, how in such a small town I ended up having no classes with my friends was beyond me.
On my way home, I had just reached to the front of the bleachers and I could see some movement beneath them. I strained to see, but between the narrow slits in the risers and the shadows beneath, it was too difficult to make anything out. I moved closer and heard a loud thump followed by someone saying “Oh shit!”
I dashed to the side of the bleachers to see what the matter was; all I could see in the gloom was someone crouched down over someone else who was lying on the ground.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“He’s having one of his seizure fits.” Someone said.
My eyes adjusted and I recognized the voice enough to realize it was BB bent over Glen. Glen has mild epilepsy and has had four or five seizures since I’ve known him. I think he averages one every other year or so. Of course, he may have had more than the few I knew about, but I know it’s rare enough that he doesn’t even take medication regularly.
We both waited for what seemed like 15 minutes, but according to BB’s watch, the duration was actually more like 90 seconds, while Glen convulsed. We both knew well enough to not touch Glen until he regained consciousness or if it appeared he stopped breathing. I remembered the first time Glen had a seizure around me, I think I was 8-years-old and we were playing hide and seek in his backyard. Kevin was ‘IT’ and BB, Glen and I were off to hide when all of a sudden Glen fell on the ground wiggling. BB who had been through this before said, “Seizure!” and ran toward the house. I had just seen something on TV about seizures so I thought I knew what to do. I tried to find something to put in his mouth so he wouldn’t swallow his tongue and not having a stick near by, I pulled off my sandal figuring it would have to do. Just before I could try to stick the shoe in his mouth someone swept me up off the ground by the back of my shirt.
“Don’t you ever touch him when he’s in the middle of a seizure! Are you trying to kill him? You could hurt him or he could hurt you!” Glen’s mom said sounding angrier than she probably meant too.
“I wa-I wa-I wa...” Was all I could manage to dangle in the air while trying not to cry at the sharpness of her tone and my own concern for my friend.
Glen’s momma held me up by my shirt the whole time Glen was convulsing; I don’t think she even realized she still had a hold of me. Once she could approach Glen she put me down absentmindedly and went to tend to her son. I walked behind as she helped him inside and up to his room, telling us to wait for her in the kitchen. Kevin rounded the house, having finished counting and had come to look for us, “I found you!” he said triumphantly, before realizing the game wasn’t on anymore.
As we waited in the kitchen, I just knew Glen’s momma was gonna skin me alive for what I done and when I got home Mom would do even worse. Eventually Mrs. Reed came back downstairs and said Glen was going to be fine, he just needed to rest for a little while, but he would be back downstairs in just a bit.
“Todd, what were you doing with your shoe?” She asked me as she sat a plate of cookies down for us.
“I didn’t want him to swallow his tongue. The TV said that you have to put a stick inside someone’s mouth that is having a seizure and I didn’t have a stick!”
“Oh no, Todd! That is an old wives tale; he can’t swallow his tongue. You put something in his mouth and he might choke or bite you by mistake.”
“I’m sorry!” I managed as I broke into a sob.
“Oh now don’t cry; you were trying to help and that’s a good thing, I just don’t want to see either of you get hurt that’s all.” She swept me up into her large arms and hugged me until I quit crying.
BB and I waited for Glen’s current seizure to end. I maneuvered as best I could with the limited space to be ready to help Glen move from the cramped area.
When Glen stopped convulsing, BB asked him softly, “Glen can ya hear me?”
I didn’t hear Glen’s reply but I think he said yes because BB reached down and with no small amount of effort helped Glen up. BB stooped over so Glen could support himself on his shoulder, it looked like BB had everything in hand, so I cleared out from under the bleachers to give them more room to get out.
As they moved from underneath the bleachers, I saw the blood on Glens Shirt.
“Look like you got cut or something when you fell.” I told him.
Slowly Glen turned to look at his shoulder and the small gash in his upper arm; he just nodded at it, but said nothing.
“Lets get him to my house and we can call his Mom.” I offered as I lead them across the street.
I unlocked the front door and opened it allowing BB and Glen entry. They made their way through the living room and into the hall from kitchen to the bedrooms.
“Glen can lie down in my room,” I said about the same time I remembered stripping the sheets of it this morning.
I opened the door to the laundry room and prayed as I opened the drier. Mom came through for me; she had dried my sheets before leaving for work. I grabbed the bundle from the dryer and headed down the hall after my friends.
“Here, lemme at least get the bottom sheet on the bed!” I said.
“Don’t bother; I don’t want to get blood on your clean sheets.” Glen said as he eased himself down onto my plastic sheet.
I ended up just setting the sheets down on the bed beside him, I was a bit embarrassed that my pajama shorts were stuck part way on the outside of the wad of sheets. If that didn’t scream bed wetter I don’t know what would.
“Well, get that shirt off, and I’ll get some peroxide and a bandage.” I told Glen.
BB said, “I’m gonna call your momma, be right back.” It was funny, almost all of us had Moms, but Glen had a momma and the term defiantly fit. I will probably always think of her as Glen’s Momma, especially since I don’t even know her first name. I’ll have to remember to ask Mom if she knows; but everyone, Glen included, referred to Mrs. Reed as momma.
I went to my bathroom, grabbed a big bandage, some toilet paper and the brown bottle of peroxide. When I got back to my room, I folded the paper into a little pad and held it under the cut while I poured peroxide onto the wound. Glen hissed a little when I first poured, but didn’t say anything when I used the toilet paper to wipe at the cut.
“It’s not bad. There’s no glass in it or anything that I can see,” I said, taping the bandage over the cut.
BB returned with a glass of water and handed it to Glen. “She’s on her way; she’ll be here in about 15 minutes.”
“Thanks man!” BB said, setting the water down on my nightstand, right next to where I had left my baby powder out.
“Crap!” I said to myself and then I thought about trying to casually put the powder away, but I knew that would draw even more attention to it if I tried. Paranoid, I scanned my room. My diaper bag was about empty, which was good, no diapers peeking out of it! Only the powder was out, that’s good I guess, must have put my wipes away. My plastic sheet was rather obvious, actually even more so without sheets. Oh joy of joys, I had a rolled up diaper in the trashcan. At least I hadn’t replaced the bag of diapers I had kept by my trunk. Nope, all my diapers were safe in my closet, which made me happy. Until I realized my closet door was slid to one side giving a great view of the two bags of diapers stacked on top of each other. Still worried, I sniffed the air, caught a little bit of something, and hoped that wasn’t the faint smell of pee.
Oh well, they were going to find out sooner or later. I just wish it had been on my terms (with Rob and Kevin around to even things out, diaper boys three to two non-diaper boys).
Glen just sat there with his hands in his lap; I think the seizures takes a lot out of him. BB was either looking at my diapers or just staring off into space, I couldn’t tell either way. In the end, I just felt awkward, as if I should be doing something. So I said, “Anyone want a coke?”
“I’ll take one,” BB said and Glen declined saying, “Can’t have anything but clear liquids for a couple of hours.”
I went to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of cokes. I heard the back door rattling a bit as Mom let herself in.
“Hi Mom, how was work,” I said as she walked in, a big tote bag under one arm filled with different Tupperware containers full of samples.
“Just fine. Glad to be home though. Who’s that for?” Mom asked eyeing the second Coke.
I briefly explained the situation, about the bleachers. Mom looked quite worried and interrupted. “Is Glen Okay?”
“Yes ma’am. His momma’s on the way, she’ll be here any minute,” I said and we both went back to my room.
“How you feeling Glen?” Mom asked.
“I’ll be okay Mrs. Arlen, thanks for asking.”
The doorbell rang and Mom said, “Todd, go let Patsy in, please.” Patsy eh? Guess I didn’t have to ask after all.
I opened the door and invited Patsy Reed in.
“Thank you Todd. How’s he doing?”
“Yes ma’am, I think he’s shaken up, but he’s okay. There’s a cut on his arm but it isn’t bad. I cleaned it with peroxide and put a bandage on it.”
“Well thank the lord that Glen has friends like William and yourself!”
Mom walked into the living room, “Patsy, it’s nice to see you, although I wish it was more of a social call.”
“I do too. But it is nice to see you Susan, even if the circumstances aren’t the best.” Patsy said and then handed me the small plastic shopping bag she brought with her. “Todd, be a dear and please give this to Glen for me?”
“Sure thing Mrs. Reed,” I said taking the bag from her.
I went to my room and gave Glen the bag, “Your Momma’s here and she wanted me to give you this.”
“Thanks, Todd!” Glen said as he stood up.
I wasn’t quite expecting what he did next, but Glen dropped his jeans and briefs right there on the spot, despite the fact that my bedroom door was open. I wouldn’t get undressed in his house with the bedroom door open. I’d be too afraid of his Momma or his sisters walking in on me. Glen’s briefs were obviously wet and I guess his jeans were dark enough to hide where he had wet them, too. I suppose that was the faint urine smell I caught earlier. Glen rolled his jeans and underwear up in his torn shirt and set them on the bed. He pulled some dry clothes out of the bag, along with a small container of wet wipes. Glen frowned when he pulled a wipe from the slit in the top of the pack.
“Dried out.” he said and tossed it in my wastebasket and tugged on the next one. Turns out they were all dried out, apparently the pack hadn’t been sealed back real good the last time they were used.
“Want to use mine?” I said grabbing my pack of wipes from my nightstand drawer. I had done that so quick and without thinking about the fact that mine were Pampers Big Kids wipes. “I could get you a washcloth if you’d rather,” I said quickly, hoping to not offend him.
“Nah, these are great. Thanks.”
Glen had developed considerably since last year when we had P.E. together. He even had hair on his chest, something I was still waiting for. Without modesty, he wiped himself off with the baby wipes and pulled on the clothes his Mom had sent. He tossed the little pack of wipes into my wastebasket.
I guess BB had been through this before, because he just sat there all quiet the whole time, which wasn’t the norm at all for BB.
Patsy and Mom knocked on the doorframe before crowding into my room, which at a capacity of five people was becoming a bit crowded.
“William, thank you for your help! I don’t know what we’d do if it wasn’t for you and Todd.” Glen’s momma told us both.
BB absolutely hated to be called William, but he didn’t rankle even a little, “It wasn’t anything different than he’d do for us,” I said.
She smiled and looked at her son, “Well let’s get you home, I understand Todd has some packing to do this evening.” Mrs. Reed said as she picked up her sons wet clothes and put them into the bag. She grabbed my box of wipes and set them in the bag on top.
“Um, Momma, those aren’t mine.” Glen told his mom.
“What’s that? What’s not yours?” Patsy asked.
“The wipes, they’re not mine. Mine were all dried out.”
Mrs. Reed got my wipes back out of the bag and looked at them as if to confirm they were not the little travel pack she kept on hand for Glen. I could see the light bulb go off above her head when she set the wipes beside my powder and noticed my bed stripped of its sheets with a vinyl cover on the mattress. “Oh I see, sorry Todd.”
“It’s nothing Mrs. Reed,” I said.
“Thanks Todd!” Glen jumped in followed by a, “Yeah thanks Todd!” from BB.
“See you this weekend!” Glen said as he herded his Mom out of my room.
“I’m going to my Aunt’s this weekend.” I explained.
“Yeah Rob told us, we’re gonna stay over Saturday night. Kevin might come too; a kind of warm up for next weekend.”
“Oh cool. See you then!” I said as everyone vacated my room.
We let them out the front door where Mrs. Reed thanked all of us again. They had just pulled out of the driveway when Mom asked. “So, what were those two doing under the bleachers anyways?”
Damn good question. In all the excitement, I never thought to ask. “Dunno!” I said shrugging my shoulders.
“Well why don’t you go get packed. Walt is going to meet me outside Birmingham for dinner before my flight. Isn’t that sweet of him?”
“Uh-huh!” I said, trying to sound impressed.
“My Son the romantic!” Mom called after me as I went back to my room.
I packed my new clothes and socks, a handful of shirts and even threw two pair of boxers into what had been my school bag, but now served double duty as a duffel bag. I also packed a small bag of toiletries including deodorant and a toothbrush. I grabbed my diaper bag off the back of my doorknob, looking inside and saw it had one Prevail left. “What the heck?” I muttered to myself and I diapered myself. I also decided to wear my zoo animal plastic pants over the Prevail, just to be safe! I grabbed a few remaining things like the book I was reading and zipped my bag closed. With my duffel bag over one arm and my diaper bag over the other, I headed out of my room. I glanced back at the bed, which was still unmade knowing it would have to wait for my return next week.
I put my bags in the back seat next to my new things from the pharmacy before I went back in the house, got mom’s suitcase and carryon bag from beside the door and taking them into the car too. Putting her bags in the trunk was difficult because of my case of diapers, so I ended up putting her suitcase in the backseat and putting her carryon in the trunk. Mom was outside in a few minutes, locking the door behind her.
“Got your keys?” Mom asked me.
I patted my pocket to make sure, “Yes ma’am!”
We were several miles from the house when Mom said, “I dropped your application off today and spoke with Cheryl and Mr. Tucker both.”
“Thanks, what did they say?” I asked, getting excited all over again.
“Well that they were certain that you will be a great influence on the campers and that you might even learn a bit too.”
“And save for a car!” I added, making sure she didn’t overlook the truly important reason for going.
“There is a Mini two day prep camp that’s coming up a week before opening for the staff and councilors to make preparations prior to opening the camp.”
“I thought we went up three or four days early to open the camp?”
“I think the camp is too big to open all at once. Mr. Tucker will be calling you with more information closer to the end of the month.”
“Wow, that’s great, guess I will get a lay of the land before the kids get there,” I said before changing thoughts, “That case of diapers is way more than I should need at Aunt Sarah’s isn’t it?”
“Yes, but you can bring home whatever is unused or I thought you could just leave a bag there for when you visit. It might not be a bad idea to share some with your cousins and help cut down on their expense since they are putting you up.”
“Okay-okay, I get it! I’ll make nice and share.” I conceded, “Where are you and Walt meeting for dinner?”
“Huston’s, near the airport.”
“Have you ever ate there before?”
“Yes once, with some folks from the bank.”
“Food good?”
“Yes, but not spectacular. Walt picked it out though, and it is very convenient; so it will do quite nicely.”
“Are you and Walt going to get married?”
Mom looked at me somewhat flabbergasted, I don’t think she expected that question. “We’ve gone out a handful of times but you can’t decide to get married based on just a few dates!”
“You said you didn’t know dad all that long when you and he got married!”
“Yes, Todd and the only good thing to come of that marriage was you. But since you brought it up, if we did get married how would you feel?”
“I dunno. Walt seems nice to me. I think it would be weird having a brother though.” And then I remembered Rob and corrected my self, “A little brother that is, it would be weird.” I paused for only a moment before adding, “But if it made you happy, I’d be for it!”
We turned down the long driveway to Uncle Steve and Aunt Sarah’s house. Rick was in the driveway shooting baskets by himself. “Hey Todd!” Rick called out as I got out of the car.
“Rick, sup?”
“Just playing ball by myself since Rob is being a butt hole!”
I opened the backdoor, got my two bags out, and set them by the side door of the house.
“Need help?” Rick asked putting the ball down and coming over to the car.
“Hello Rick, it’s very kind of you to offer. There is a box in the trunk you could get.” Mom told him as she got out of the car.
“Hi Aunt Susan!” Rick said as he went to back and waited for mom to pop the trunk.
I got the two bags from the pharmacy and placed them with my other things.
“Wow, I’ve never worn these before. Do you like them?” Rick asked.
“I’ve never worn them either, so I don’t know. Mom got them for me.” However, it did hit me that it was strange that Mom ordered a case when I hadn’t ever worn that brand before, what if they were crap?
“Mr. Tucker said they were the best on the market!” Mom offered, “He said that his boy had tried them all and these was his favorite brand. He also mentioned that if you don’t like them we can just bring them back for a refund.”
“Oh cool!” I said taking her carry-on from the trunk and putting it in the back seat with her suitcase.
Rick opened the door and stuck his head inside “Mom! Aunt Susan’s here! Make Rob come help carry things in!”
Aunt Sarah appeared in the doorway “Stop shouting Rick, I hear you!” She stepped up and gave mom a hug and me a pat on the head.
“Thanks for watching him for me, you’re a lifesaver!”
“Oh it’s not a problem; Rob and Rick have both been looking forward to this all week.”
Rob came outside with his chest bare and in cutoffs with a half-inch of his plastic pants rising out of the back of his shorts.
I gave Mom a big hug and a kiss and promised to be good and not to get into any trouble. Once Mom cleared the driveway I grabbed my duffle and diaper bags and followed Rob up to his room; Rick followed with the case of diapers. I had offered to make two trips, but Rick seemed confident that he didn’t need any help with the big box.
The first thing I noticed about Robs rooms was his bed was gone, well not gone, but instead of his big bed there were bunk beds on the wall and on the wall perpendicular was a futon currently folded like a couch.
“Dude, where’d your bed go?”
“That’s it.” He said pointing to the bunk beds “The two pieces fit together to make a full bed, but it can be broken down and stacked into bunks. It was mine and Ricks when we had the old house in Chicago.”
“Oh that’s cool!” I said.
“It gives us more room too since I think BB, Glen and Kevin might be sleeping over Saturday night.”
Rob opened his closet and showed me a section he had cleared for me to hang up my clothes. While I was putting my clothes on the bar, it gave me a minute to study his closet. It was almost as big as BB’s bedroom; of course, BB lived in a singlewide trailer so the bedrooms were anything but spacious. I could spot all his normal clothes, the ones he had worn to school, but I found one whole rod, which was devoted to what I clearly now knew was AB type clothes. I saw the shortalls from the other day and some blue jeans with elastic waists and so on. Of course, some of the details were difficult to see considering it was all clustered together but I’m quite sure it was all toddler style clothes. I finished hanging my clothes up and found Rob standing right behind me in the closet.
“Later I’ll show you some of my little kid clothes if you like.” he explained, pointing at them.
When we left his closet Rob pulled open a drawer in his dresser for me. The top drawer on the right, it was empty. “You can use this drawer too,” he offered, “it’s where I keep my plastic pants and stuff.”
So, I took my new plastic pants from their bag and put them in the drawer examining them in detail for the first time. The white pants were exactly what you would expect, two were pull-on and two were snap-on. That was nice, ‘cause I only had one pair of white pants before, so these new ones helped round out my selection. Of the print pants, I had frogs on lily pads, sheep jumping fences, a blue polka dot print, and I particularly liked the last pair, which were covered in a farm animal print. Those pants had pigs, cows and chickens on them along with little barns and haystacks; they were kind of like my zoo animal pants and sure to be a new favorite. As luck would have it, my diaper bag had my fire truck pants in it, which was nice since I really enjoyed those pants a lot too. I don’t know who picked the prints out, but all things considered, I was very pleased.
“Very cool! I think Rick has a pair like that!” Rob commented as I held up the barnyard pants before putting them in my drawer.
Opening the second bag I pulled out the new Staytucked shirts. They were Onsies, only bigger. I didn’t know how I felt about them from an AB point of view; I really liked Rob’s shortalls and his toddler style jeans, but baby clothes didn’t seem to hold much sway for me. However, I had read about Onsies helping to keep your diapers hidden and that seemed like a very good idea to me - in certain situations.
“Dude, that’s cool too! Your mom got you some diaper shirts!” Rob said all excited.
Rob got even more excited when I unfolded the two with legs, which looked like the offspring of a traditional t-shirt that had mated with a pair of boxer briefs. Rob, in fact, got so excited that he went and called for Rick. “Ricky, come here!”
“Ricky?” I thought, “That was new!”
“What? I’m trying to play a game.” Rick said irritably when he came into Rob’s room.
“Look at what Todd got!” Rob said pointing as I held up the legged onesie.
“No way! That’s so cool! Where’d ya get it?” Rick asked.
“Mom got them for me.”
“We’ve both wanted some like that, but the websites we look at all say coming soon!” Rick said.
I put the Onsies away, got my Pj’s from my duffel bag, and put them in the drawer besides my plastic pants. I carried my shaving bag (and NO I didn’t need to shave yet – but it made a nice bag to carry things in) into the hall bath and put my toothbrush in an empty spot on the holder. I also put my deodorant and other toiletries away while I was in there.
When I got back to Robs room I found that Rob had hung my diaper bag on a knob at the end of the bottom bunk. He had taken his diaper bag from his closet and hung it in the same place as mine on the top bunk. Rick was seated on the futon turning over the carton of diapers to read the writing on the side.
“You care if I open these?” Rick asked.
“No go ahead,” I said as Rick peeled off the packing tape on the top of the package. He opened the box, pulled out one of the blue green packages, and studied the whole thing very carefully.
I could tell he was curious to see one so I handed him my diaper bag and told him to fill it up. He managed to fit about six diapers into my diaper bag, which I then hung back up.
“You guys can use them too if you like; Mom said that’s why she bought me a whole case.”
“I can’t usually wear Rob’s diapers, they are almost always too big on me, but I will still try one if you don’t mind.”
“No, go for it!” I told him.
“I’ll grab one tonight if you don’t mind then.” Rick said looking like he was about to start drooling.
Rick put the opened bag with the remaining diapers at the end of the futon where another bag of diapers lay open. Rob then took the remainder of the case of diapers and put them into his closet.
Uncle Steve knocked at the partially open door, “Hey there, what you guys up to? You get settled in and unpacked Todd?”
“Yes sir! Thanks again for letting me stay.”
“Well we certainly love to have you here.” Uncle Steve said back.
“Dad! Dad! Look what Todd brought!” Rick said showing his Dad the opened bag of diapers.
“I see that, new diapers! You guys have never worn those have you?”
“Nope, neither has Todd we just now opened the bag. He said we could wear them too, since Aunt Susan sent over a whole case!”
“Well good deal then. I’ll let you boys get back to doing whatever, I’m going back to the shop.”
We went to the playroom and played games for an hour or so until Aunt Sarah called us down to dinner. Even though Aunt Sarah can’t cook like Mom can, I was really beginning to enjoy eating here simply because of having so many people around the table. The conversation, although mostly trivial, was refreshing and listening to everyone relate stories about their day was interesting to say the least.
After we had finished eating Aunt Sarah asked, what game do we wanted to play. Rob explained Thursday was board game night at their house. Since I was ‘company’, they let me choose and I picked one of my personal favorites - Monopoly. I was quite surprised to see that they played strictly by the rules, which is very rare. I hate house rules myself and despise people who put money in free parking and do other things, which are against the true nature of the game. Aunt Sarah and Uncle Steve were rules purists too. The minute I picked the game, they started to explain they played strictly by the box rules. I grinned a wicked little grin knowing that was how I played too, it wouldn’t be a handicap for me.
I thought I was sure to win because early on, I got all the reds, but Aunt Sarah somehow ended up with all four railroads, the utilities, and all the light blues. Between the two of us we had 24 of the 32 houses tied up, which meant we had a shortage and could keep everyone else from building beyond 2 sets of houses, even if they somehow got a monopoly. I ended up losing though; I was assessed for street repairs and taxed to the point where Aunt Sarah had me beat when I landed on Connecticut. Uncle Steve and my cousins had no chance of survival against her and they soon were out too.
Sometime during our game, it had begun to rain; I knew because I could hear the drops pelting the tin roof of the farmhouse. Even though the rain was coming down quite good, the pinging was soft compared to some tin roofs I had heard. I think it is because newer tin roofs were quiet compared to old fashioned ones, but that was just a guess; I really have no idea how old the roof on there farm house was.
“Woo-hoo!” Rob said pointing to the roof.
“What? The rain?” I asked.
“Yeah, if it is nice out tomorrow, I got a bag of fireworks we can shoot off! Dad doesn’t like me to use them when it’s been dry out. I’ve had these for ever and haven’t got to use them!”
“Why not wait until Saturday until everyone is here?” I suggested.
“Good idea; lets just hope it’s not too dry out.” Rob agreed.
We put the game up and went back to Rob’s room where, we surfed on the Internet and Rob showed me a bunch of AB/DL websites I hadn’t yet seen. I made him email the list to me so I would have them when I went back home. We also surfed some funny sites like albinoblacksheep.com. We were watching badgers.swf and Rick came in and we all started doing the badger dance and singing “badgers, badgers, badgers, badgers, mushroom, mushroom!”
“Okay, enough badger dance you three!” Uncle Steve said sternly, “You guys go get your teeth brushed okay?” So off the three of us went.
It was more crowded than usual in the bathroom with three of us sharing a single double vanity. Nevertheless, we all finished about the same time and headed back to Robs room where Uncle Steve was waiting for us with the futon folded down and the changing pad on top of it.
”Who’s up first?” He asked.
“Go ahead Todd; they’re your new diapers after all,” Rob said.
I walked over to the futon, stepped out of my pants and pulled my shirt off. I lay down on the pad, Uncle Steve pulled my zoo pants off altogether and then untaped my Prevail. He left the Prevail draped over my groin while he got some wipes ready.
“Okay sport! Knees to your chest and grab your ankles!”
I complied and exposed my butt to the air; Uncle Steve pulled the old diaper from under me and wiped me off. He pushed my knees apart and got the front of my diaper area too. He then unfolded the new diaper, slid the bottom up under me and then shook powder onto my groin.
“Wow these are just like the Huggies we used on the boys when they were little.” Uncle Steve commented while taping one on me.
I started to get up but Uncle Steve told me to stay where I was. “I’m not done with you yet diaper boy!”
My penis went fully erect at being called ‘diaper boy’. “Did Todd bring plastic pants of his own or does he need to wear a pair of yours?” Uncle Steve asked Rob.
“Nah, he brought his own. They’re in my dresser, top right,” Rob said pointing to the correct drawer.
“Well get him a pair out please.” Uncle Steve asked.
“Oh cool! Froggy pants!” Rob said handing his dad the pair of pants decorated with frogs sitting on lily pads.
Uncle Steve snapped them on me and then after I stood he ruffled my hair and gave me a swat on the diaper for good measure. “All right, next up!”
Rob went over and was changed in the same manner as me. Uncle Steve got a fresh pair of plastic pants for Rob and sent him on his way.
“These are great!” Rob said looking at himself in his mirror. “They look so much like real baby diapers!”
It was Rick’s turn, but before lying down, he went to his room, got a pair of his own over pants and brought them to his dad first. Rick stripped off his pants and I was surprised to see him wearing what appeared to be normal underwear.
“Oh my ‘big-boy’ was wearing trainers today?” Uncle Steve teased, “Well let’s see if he kept his training pants dry or not.”
When Uncle Steve slid them down Rick’s dick although not developed was rock hard and standing at attention. “Well son, they look damp to me, I know you try.” Uncle Steve said sounding stern and resolved, “But I think it would probably be for the best if you wear a diaper for a while longer; just until you can learn to keep your pants dry.”
Rick nodded as if ashamed, but I could tell this particular role-play was something they probably did frequently. My Secure Plus diapers were big on Rick, but not by too much, so Uncle Steve placed a booster in it to bulk up the diaper, which in turn gave it a better fit for Rick.
Uncle Steve put the diapering supplies back on Rob’s dresser and handed us each our old plastic pants. “You two get your pants washed out and hung up please.” Uncle Steve then handed Rick his training pants “You take those to the laundry room so they can be washed out.”
When we returned, Uncle Steve was gone but Rick had made it back before us and was sitting again on the futon. “Can I sleep in here tonight with you guys? Please?”
I personally didn’t care, but it wasn’t my place to speak up. “I guess its fine by me.” Rob answered, which seemed to make Rick happy. We played more games and watched a bit of TV in the playroom until Aunt Sarah told us that it was time for bed. It was only about 11 pm but the three of us went to Rob’s room anyway without making a fuss. Rick grabbed his stuffed tiger; I recognized it right away as Hobbes from the Calvin and Hobbes comic strip. He then curled up on the futon under a sheet that had been put on the futon sometime during our play. Rob climbed to the top bunk and I crawled into the bottom.
It was sometime after Rick had gone to sleep and had started snoring softly that I heard the waterproof sheet in the bunk above me begin to crinkle rhythmically. It didn’t take long to figure out what was going on and I found my own dick getting hard while I listened to my brother beat off into his diaper. I listened intently and could hear Robs breathing get faster and faster until finally the crinkling stopped altogether; the only sound was Rob gasping to catch his breath. In the sudden quiet I found I could still hear a crinkling sound from somewhere but it wasn’t coming from Rob, it was coming from much closer. It was then that I realized I was furiously rubbing the front of my own diaper, my hands between the diaper and my plastic pants. Not wanting to beat off right there, I stopped almost instantly and thought about running to the bathroom.
A couple seconds later I heard some noise very softly from above as if Rob had turned over.
“Don’t stop, I don’t mind at all,” Rob said from above, he had pulled back the corner of the mattress at the top bunk and spoke through the opening he made. I could kind of make out a little bit of his features from where the moonlight cut into the shadows of the bunk.
I normally wouldn’t do this, but my hard on was still insistent and I had already halfway started so I went ahead and unsnapped my pants, pushed the front of my diaper down and started to jack off. I felt funny knowing I had an audience, but it didn’t matter at that point, I just kept going until I was satisfied, I tried to angle my shot into my diaper so it would catch most of the mess and when I was done I snapped my pants back up.