A Hard Day's Work

Summary: A 12 year old boy named Robby and his 13 year old cousin Jack 
help the men of the family clean out their grandpop's basement on a 
Saturday. It's a world where all boys at the age of 10 loose bladder 
control and have to go back to diapers for 2 or 3 years, until puberty 
sets in and they gradually regain control, enabling them to be toilet 
trained and weaned off of diapers. This is a story of how a family of 
close knit men deal with the ups and downs of toilet training their 
pubescent sons and grandsons in the context of a family event.

CLEANING OUT GRANDPOP’S BASEMENT

Robbie Smith is 12 years old and seven months, and his cousin Jack 
Smith is 13 years old and 10 months. They’re world is the same as the 
world we all live in, except for one important thing. All boys around 
their 10th birthday lose bladder control. It’s a natural part of pre-
puberty, whereby the prostate gland grows out of proportion to the 
bladder during pre-puberty, causing the bladder to be pressed against 
and making boys lose control of urine. This is not painful, just 
embarrassing. By 12 to 13, boys start to grow out of this because 
puberty is setting in and the prostate slows down its growth rate. Once 
the bladder grows to even capacity with the prostate, boys regain the 
sense of when it’s time to pee and they can be re-toilet trained.

To deal with this world-wide phenomena, boys go back into diapers at 
age 10, and stay in them until they have been successfully toilet 
trained, usually 2 to 3 years later. All of the brands for babies, such 
as Pampers, Huggies and Luvs make diapers for boys too. They’re sold in 
the same aisles of the stores as the baby sizes, but the packaging is 
age-appropriate to the boys who wear them. Commercials on TV for boys 
size diapers are common, especially on stations that show cartoons and 
programs aimed at boys of this age. Dads and other adult male family 
members take charge of changing their pre-pubescent boys. Male teachers 
and principals do the honors while the boys are at school, and every 
school for boys between the grades of 4th-8th has an ample stock of 
diapers for all of those changes. Lavatory breaks for these boys means 
going to the change room for a fresh diaper.

It was April of 1984, and Robbie had turned 12 the previous September. 
He was in the 7th grade. During Christmas break from school that year, 
Robbie’s dad Bob successfully toilet trained Robbie for during the day. 
He still needed a Pamper at night, but he had been accident free during 
the day since January, and both Robbie and Bob were proud of this 
achievement.

Jack had turned 13 the previous June, was in the 8th grade, and was now 
only 2 months shy of his 14th birthday. His dad John tried toilet 
training Jack during the Christmas break that he was in the 7th grade, 
but he just wasn’t ready. After a couple of weeks of struggles, 
frustrations, and many accidents, John decided to keep Jack in diapers 
and try toilet training again during summer vacation. During the summer 
of 1983, Jack mastered toilet training during the day, and recently, 
he’s been able to stay dry during the night. Jack’s years in diapers 
were now drawing to a close.

On that April Saturday in 1984, Robbie and Rob, Jack and John, as well 
as Uncle Frank, great-uncle Tom, and 3 neighbor men arrived at Grandpop 
John’s house to spend the day cleaning out the basement. The 
grandparents were planning a huge yard sale to get rid of many years of 
clutter that had piled up in their basement. Everyone arrived before 
8:00 am, and all of the women of the family went to the mall for the 
entire day. The guys were going to spend the entire day cleaning out 
and organizing the basement. Some of the work was heavy, other work 
required sitting and sorting things out. There was pressure to get the 
things to the dump that needed to go there by noon, since that’s when 
the dump closes on Saturdays.

Obviously, the things that needed to go to the dump were priority, and 
several loads were taken that morning in Uncle Frank’s pickup truck. 
The two boys, Robbie and Jack, were put in charge of taking the lighter 
things to the truck, and then riding with Frank to the dump, to help 
unload the truck.

As it got near 11:00 a.m., pressure was on to get the last load to the 
dump on time. Robbie and Jack were seated at a table in the corner of 
the basement, separating items from piles beside the table, making a 
“dump pile” and a “yard-sale pile.” Robbie was so intent on getting the 
stuff separated for the dump on time, that he ignored the sense he had 
that it was time to go to the bathroom and pee. He said to himself, 
I’ll hold it till this stuff is separated, than I’ll make a run for 
“the John” while Frank and Jack load up the truck.

Robbie overestimated how strong his bladder was. A 12 year old who has 
only been day trained for 3 months and still wears a diaper at night 
should never postpone using the bathroom, and his dad had drummed it 
into him, “go to the bathroom as soon as you feel like you have to 
pee!”

A few minutes after resolving to postpone going to the bathroom, Robbie 
didn’t feel as much pressure in his bladder, and thought: “oh good, 
I’ll be fine until we’re done.” Very shortly after this thought passed, 
Robbie could feel the warm wetness starting to cover his bottom. He 
looked down at his crotch and said “Oh no!” Jack was sitting across 
from him and said “what’s the matter?” and Robbie replied, “I just peed 
my pants.”

Jack said: “We’ve got to get this stuff separated and to the dump 
before it closes, and everyone else is hauling the big stuff, or making 
room out in the garage for the stuff for the yard sale. You don’t have 
time to get changed now.” “I know,” said Robbie. I’ll just run up and 
get some paper towels from the kitchen to dry up the seat, put a 
garbage bag on it to sit on, and then I’ll help you finish separating 
this stuff.” “Good deal”, said Jack.

Robbie ran across the basement and up the stairs to get paper towels 
and a trash bag. Jack could see the big wet spot on the back of 
Robbie’s jeans. While he was upstairs, great-uncle Tom came down and 
sat by the long table along the side wall of the basement. He told Jack 
that he was going to begin sorting things here for the yard sale. 
“Where’s your helper at,.” said Tom. “He went upstairs to get a couple 
of things, he’ll be right back,” said Jack. Tom said, “Do you want me 
to help you over there.” That’s ok, Robbie’s coming right back.”

Within a minute, Robbie comes down the stairs with towels and a trash 
bag. Tom says, “there’s your helper,” “Hey Uncle Tom”, says Robbie. As 
Robbie walks past, Tom looks at Robbie. He looks again to make sure he 
was seeing right and says, “Robbie, your pants are wet.” “I know,” says 
Robbie, as he proceeds to sop up the pee soaked wooden chair and sit on 
the trash bag. “Jack, why don’t you go to your house and get Robbie a 
pair of pants, you two are probably about the same size.” (Jack and 
John live next door to their grandparents). Bring him some undies or a 
diaper and I’ll get him cleaned up and changed.” “We gotta get this 
pile separated before the dump closes, or else there won’t be room 
enough to use this table for the yard sale stuff,” says Jack. “O.K., 
but as soon as the truck is loaded, someone else can ride with Frank 
and we’re going to get Robbie cleaned up.” “O.K” said Jack and Robbie.

Robbie and Jack start walking bags of trash to Frank’s pick-up truck, 
and the other guys start to notice Robbie’s wet pants, and ask him what 
happened, and offer to help him get cleaned up. When Bob, Robbie’s dad 
sees his pants, he says: “Robbie, did you wet your pants.” He turns and 
looks at his dad and says, “yeah,” and proceeds to get more trash. 
“Robbie, you’re soaked,” and Bob sees the plastic bag on the chair. “Is 
this where you peed”, and he lifts up the bag to see the pee soaked 
paper towels. “You need a diaper. You can’t leave a mess like this in 
someone else’s house, what’s wrong with you.” “We were hurrying up to 
get the trash to the dump on time. I was going to clean it up 
completely when the truck was loaded,” says Robbie. His dad responds: 
“You can’t leave a mess like this, even at your grandparent’s house. 
What if you were upstairs and peed on grandmom’s new sofa? Huh Rob? You 
need a diaper. Finish taking that stuff to the truck, then we’re going 
home and I’m puttin’ a dydee on you.”

By this time, all of the men were back in the basement hauling the last 
of the load to Frank’s truck. Everyone heard Bob yell at Robbie for 
peeing his pants, and felt a little sorry for Robbie. Jack’s dad John 
went to Bob and said, “you don’t need to run all the way home.” Robbie 
can take a shower at my place and borrow of pair of Jack’s pants. He’s 
still got some Pampers in his closet that Robbie can have if you want 
him diapered, he’ll be good to go. Let me clean him up and you and Jack 
can ride with Frank to the dump.” “You don’t have to clean up his mess 
John,” said Rob. “It’s no problem, we’re all family here, we help each 
other out,” said John.

John put his hands on Robbie’s shoulders and said: “Let’s take a walk 
over to my place and you can have the hard working man’s shower break. 
Only the hardest workers get to take a shower before lunch.” “You mean 
only those who pee their pants,” said Robbie. John rubbed Robbie’s back 
and said, “the hardest worker gets the most pampering, he even gets his 
butt pampered.” Robbie chuckled a little bit. Uncle John’s kidding 
around eased some of the blow from his dad’s scolding. John continued: 
“You’re dad peed his pants plenty of times when he was 12, accidents 
happen. Because you’re working so hard here, you’ve won yourself a 
bathroom free afternoon. While the rest of us have to trudge up and 
down these stairs every time we’ve got to pee, you have the 
distinguished privilege of peeing in your Pamper without moving a 
muscle. Just don’t get too used to the privilege, because it’s revoked 
when you’re dad lets you go back to undies.” “O.K. Uncle John,” Robbie 
said with a smile.

Robbie undressed, got in the shower, and Uncle John took his wet pants 
and undies, and put them in his basement next to the washing machine. 
John went to his son’s room, picked out a pair of jeans that he thought 
would fit Robbie, and then got the half-empty box of Pampers from the 
closet shelf, along with some wipes, diaper cream and a changing pad. 
When he heard the shower water stop, he told Robbie from the other side 
of the door to just come into Jack’s room and that he would put his 
Pamper on him. Robbie wrapped himself in a towel and walked to his 
cousin’s room, took off the towel and laid down on Jack’s bed on the 
changing pad. Uncle John put the diaper cream on Robbie’s entire diaper 
area, wiped his hands clean with some Wet-One’s, then took a Pamper 
from the box, opened it up and slid it under Robbie’s butt. Robbie 
lifted his butt off the pad, John fitted the Pamper under his butt, 
lowered him down and pulled the front of the Pamper between his legs. 
He then taped the Pamper up on both sides, adjusted the edges to fit 
snuggly between his legs, then patted Robbie’s diapered right hip and 
said “you’re good to go.” Robbie got up and put on the pants that John 
had laid out for him, then reached for the shirt he was wearing before. 
John said, “let’s get you a clean shirt too. That one’s sweaty from 
before, you need a clean shirt after a shower.” He got Robbie one of 
Jack’s tee shirts that he doesn’t wear that often, a light blue one 
with a logo from a local business, and handed it to Robbie to put on. 
John grabbed the Wet Ones, the diaper cream and the changing pad, put 
them in the Pampers box and said, “I’ll run this shirt downstairs with 
your other laundry. You grab the Pampers, then we’ll hop in the car and 
get the pizzas for lunch.” “O.K.”, Robbie said with a smile.

Robbie then walked to the kitchen with the box of Pampers. When John 
came up from the basement, he phoned his dad next door to verify how 
many and what kind of pizzas they were going to order. He told grandpop 
that Robbie would ride with him, and that they would be back soon. John 
phoned the pizza shop, then they were on their way.

“Just put those on the back seat. (meaning the Pampers). We’ll bring 
them over to grandpops when we get the pizza”, said John. Robbie and 
Jack only wore belts when they were dressed up, so John never thought 
to offer Robbie a belt for his pants. His cousin Jack was a little 
bigger than him, after all, he was more than a year older. The pants 
basically fit him, but they were a little loose. After he put the 
Pampers in the back seat, he pulled up his pants from the belt loops 
before he sat down in the car.

Getting out of the car at the pizza shop, Robbie could feel his pants 
slide down just a little as he stood up. He grabbed his belt loops, 
pulled them up and started to walk with his uncle. When they got to the 
door, Robbie needed to pull them up again. Almost as soon as he would 
pull his pants up, they would droop a little bit as soon as he moved. 
When they carried out the pizzas to the car, Robbie had to go all the 
way to the car without pulling up his pants, since he had pizzas in his 
hand. Robbie then leaned over to pull up the seat in order to lay down 
the pizzas and put the box of Pampers on top of the pizzas. Robbie’s 
pants were now drooping considerably, with about 3 inches of his diaper 
peeking out from the top. As soon as his hands were free, he gave his 
pants a big yank from the belt loops, then sat down in the front seat. 
When they arrived back at grandpop’s, John and Robbie brought the 
pizzas down to the basement. Walking down a flight of stairs really 
made Robbie’s pants droop, and even some of his Pamper was showing from 
the front. As soon as he laid his pizzas down on the table, he gave his 
pants a big yank from the belt loops.

John went back to the car to get the box of Pampers. He put them on a 
kitchen chair upstairs, figuring that when Robbie needed changing, 
someone would bring him upstairs.

The guys all sat around the long table and ate pizza. Robbie’s dad Bob 
was over being upset about Robbie’s accident, and had cleaned up the 
mess on the chair. As soon as he saw his son, he put his hands on his 
shoulders and said, “how ya doin?” “O.K. dad,” said Robbie shyly. Bob 
then apologized for getting so upset about Robbie’s accident, which 
made Robbie feel a whole lot better. Then Bob said, “I still think it’s 
a good idea for you to wear a diaper today since we’ve got so much to 
do and pressure to get it done on time. This way you can just 
concentrate on your work and not worry about the bathroom.” “I hear ya, 
dad, that makes sense,” said Robbie approvingly.

When lunch was done, they cleared the pizza boxes, and proceeded to put 
yard sale items on the long table and the round table in the corner, in 
order to sort them into boxes according to category and size. Robbie 
was the last one to put things on the tables, and when it was time to 
sit and sort, the only seat left was the one on the wall side of the 
long table, and it was blocked on the left by stuff on the floor, and 
the two seats to the right were occupied by Robbie’s grandpop and 
elderly great-uncle. They both said it was too difficult for them to 
slide over to the third seat, and told Robbie he could just crawl on 
the table to get to his seat.

Robbie hopped up on to the table, swung his legs over, and proceeded to 
crawl to his seat. All this movement of course made his pants droop, 
and between 2 to 3 inches of white plastic was sticking out from the 
top of his pants as he crawled down the table. A neighbor man sitting 
across from Uncle Tom named Rick, who had known Robbie since he was a 
little boy, saw the white plastic, gently pulled at it as he crawled 
past, and said “you’re grandpop’s going to have to pay you extra since 
you’re not even stopping for bathroom breaks.” Everyone at the table 
looked at Rick holding the top of Robbie‘s diaper and chuckled. Robbie, 
chuckled too, turned to Rick and said: “you make sure he pays me that 
money.” Grandpop patted Robbie on the behind as he crawled past him and 
said, “the check will be in the mail.”

Uncle Tom made the comment to Grandpop: “These Pampers the kids wear 
are the greatest thing. You don’t have to wash them, you don’t have to 
change them as much as the cloth dydees, you don‘t need rubber pants. 
You can take kids Robbie and Jack’s age and let them help us on a day 
like today. Our kids couldn’t help us with stuff like this because we 
were always worried about what we were going to do with the wet dydees 
and rubber pants. We’d be so busy changing them we wouldn’t get 
anything done.” Grandpop replied: “that’s certainly the truth. The boys 
can do so much more today because of the Pampers. It’s not such an 
ordeal to change them or to leave home for the entire day.”

After the junk to Robbie’s left was moved and sorted, grandpop asked 
Robbie and Jack to go to the other table to sort that stuff. They moved 
over. Robbie sat in the chair that he had peed in that morning, and 
Jack sat across from him. All the bending to get things off the floor, 
plus the crawling on the table, then the standing and walking over to 
the other table, than sitting again, really made Robbie’s pants droop. 
He had stuff in his hands as he was walking and sitting down, so he 
couldn’t hike up his pants. When he sat down, nearly his entire 
diapered bottom was exposed for all to see as he sat in the chair. 
Robbie didn’t notice, and was engrossed in the sorting and talking with 
his cousin. When he got up from the chair maybe 20 or 30 minutes later, 
Uncle John put his hand against Robbie’s exposed diaper bottom to see 
if he needed changing. Robbie had peed in it once since lunchtime, but 
not enough to require a change. John said, “I think you’re good to go 
for awhile,” then pulled up his nephew’s pants to where they belonged, 
flattened his tee shirt over the waist, patted him on the behind and 
said, “you let me know if you need a change.” “I will, Uncle John,” 
said Robbie.

Then, Robbie and Jack went upstairs to get some sodas. Both of them saw 
the box of Pampers sitting on the kitchen chair, but neither mentioned 
it. On the way back to the cellar stairs, Robbie said, “my pants keep 
falling down. I mean your pants,” as he hiked them up from the belt 
loops. Jack smiled and chuckled a little. “This isn’t you’re day for 
pants is it?” “Nope,” said Robbie.

Throughout the afternoon, Robbie could usually be seen with at least an 
inch of the plastic from his diaper sticking up over his pants, either 
from the back or the front, sometimes more. He was sick of constantly 
pulling up his pants, so he didn’t do it as often. He just wanted to 
relax and enjoy the work and being with his favorite cousin.

Less than half an hour after Robbie drank the soda, he peed again in 
his diaper. He felt that once familiar feeling of warm pee touching his 
skin, then being soaked up by the padding in his diaper, and the stay 
dry lining next to his skin return to feeling dry. He continued to sit 
in the chair at the back table after he rewet his Pamper, because it 
felt dry again. Maybe 15 minutes later he got up to get something, and 
when he stood and moved, he felt the weight of his diaper cause it to 
sag in the back a little. He figured that it was time for a change, so 
he went to his dad and Uncle John, who were sitting next to each other 
at the long table and said: “I think I need my Pamper changed.” His dad 
put his hand against Robbie’s bottom and said: “It feels kinda heavy, I 
think you’re right. Good telling us that you need a clean Pamper,” as 
he patted Robbie on his back. “Can I do the honors this time?”, said 
Bob. “Sure dad, the Pampers are up on the kitchen chair.” “Let! ’s go,” 
said his dad.

Rob grabbed the box of Pampers and told his son to go upstairs to what 
was his childhood room. Some of his trophies and mementos were still 
there from decades before. Robbie always thought it was cool to see his 
dad’s trophies, and gazed behind him at the shelf behind the bed almost 
the whole time that his dad was changing him. As they were proceeding 
to leave the room, Rob told Robbie that he might have an old belt in 
here to help him hold up his pants. Rob went to his old closet, and 
sure enough found the old brown belt that he wore when he was about 
Robbie’s age. He fed the belt through his son’s belt loops, then 
fastened the buckle. It was a little small for Robbie, and couldn’t go 
past the first hole. It wasn’t enough to be of great assistance in 
holding up Robbie’s pants, but it helped a little. He could walk a 
little farther than before without pulling up his pants. By the time he 
got to the bottom of the cellar stairs, his belted pants were sagging 
to the point that one inch of his fresh Pamper was sticking up above 
his pants in the front.

Robbie kept the belt on for about an hour, until he felt it coming 
undone when he ran slightly across the basement floor. The rusted 
buckle had given way, and was detaching from the belt. He showed it to 
his dad, and Bob said: “Oh well, we tried. You’ll just have to make do 
with those pants until we get home.” “That’s ok dad,” said Robbie, as 
his dad pulled the belt off of his son.

Soon afterwards, Grandpop asked Robbie and Jack to go get some things 
from his bedroom closet, and carry them down to the basement to sort 
out. Carrying the boxes such a distance without a free hand to yank up 
his pants left Robbie with major diaper exposure again. The last box 
was his to sort, and he placed it on the small table as his grandpop 
moved the chair for him so he would have more room. As a gesture of 
kindness, grandpop slid the chair back under Robbie just as he was 
placing the box on the table. Robbie motioned to retrieve the chair 
when his grandpop said, “just have a seat, I’m at your service now.” 
All Robbie could do was sit down and say “thanks grandpop.” There was 
no time to hike up his pants.

Once again, most of Robbie’s entire diapered bottom was exposed for all 
to see as he sat in the chair sorting clothes. But it was all right. 
Everyone there loved Robbie and no one was worried about his white 
Pamper butt.

THE END.


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