MARC AND FRED’S
AVENTURES
Chapter 9
Original title: Les aventures de Marc et Fred
Author:
Bebemanu ([email protected])
Date:
January 2006
Translation:
Bebemanu
Date:
January 2006
Public: All
public
Copyright: Bebemanu
© 2006
Publication:
Tbkingdom.com © 2006 (for the French version)
Deeker.com ©
2006 (for the English version)
Summarized:
A young boy tells, how his mother, put him back in diapers, at 11 years old.
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Arrived at
the house, they helped their mother to take down the purchases bags. Marc had a
beautiful aureole on the bottom of his trousers. It was impossible not to
notice that he was wearing a diaper, and that this one had fled. Camille
pointed out to him, but that didn’t disturb him therefore.
-Marc, where
do you go?
-I go to
watch the television.
-Oh no! You
stay here!
-Why mom?
-Because
you’re soaked, and I don’t want you to wet the settees.
-But I will
take care.
-No Marc,
you stay here. I finished arranging the purchases, and I go up to change you.
-Ok mom… He
answered sadly.
Camille
finished to arrange the cans, and turned over to Marc while saying to him:
-Well, let’s
change this little baby.
Marc smiles
to hear his mother to say that to him. She took him in her arms and carried him
until in his room. She posed him on the ground, and then stripped him. She
extended a towel on Marc’s bed, and made him lengthen above. She withdrew his
plastic pant to him then opened his diaper. It was more than full, and didn’t
absorb even anymore. Camille went to seek a glove of toilet in the bathroom,
and cleaned Marc correctly. She asked to him whether he wanted to go to the
toilets, and he answered that not. She looked him while smiling and said:
-Don’t move,
I come back in two minutes.
Marc took
his thumb in his mouth and starts to suck it. Camille returned less than two
minutes later, with the hand, the bag of pharmacy. She put it by ground, and
left the two packages of diapers, which she had bought. She opened one of the
two packages of diapers and unfolded one of them. Marc seemed to like the
colour of his new diapers. Camille slipped his diaper under Marc’s buttocks,
and adjusted it to him. She put a fresh plastic pant and an onsie to him, and
then she threaded his pyjamas to him. Marc looked at his mother, withdrew his
thumb of his mouth and asked her:
-We don’t
leave the house anymore for today, mom?
-Not for the
moment my darling.
-Yes, but if
we need to leave, it will be necessary that you redress me.
- No, I will
not.
- Oh,
really?
- Yes, if we
need to leave, I will not redress you.
-But what
clothes will I wear then?
-And well
you will leave like that! Big baby!
-But mom, I
will not leave in pyjamas?
-And why
not? After are all, aren’t you a baby who wants to wear diapers all the time?
Then since it’s like that, you will not wear anything else before Monday
morning. And this, where that we have to go!
Marc
realized that he could have been a little far asking his mother to wear diapers
all the time, including going to school. He doesn’t say anything, and was let
his mother occupy of him. Camille adjusted Marc’s pyjamas, and said to him:
-Here is,
baby is ready. Now, go to watch the television, and say to your brother going
up to see me.
Marc left
his room and came downstairs. His diaper gave him really a step of baby,
because he wasn’t accustomed to wear a so thick diaper. Arrived in the living
room, he sat down beside his brother and said to him:
-Mom calls
you.
-What does
she want?
-I don’t
know. She just asked me to say to you that it was necessary that you go up to
see her.
-Ok, I go up
to see her.
Fred went up
moved towards the staircase, and touched his diaper through his trousers. He
said in himself: "It’s really great to have a diaper. I’m too well like
that, and I understand that marc wants to wear some all the time. And that
wouldn’t displease to me either... ". He went up on the floor and came in
his brother’s room, where his mother was and said to her:
-What is
there mom?
-Nothing
special my big boy, I just would like to change the buttocks of my second baby.
Fred looked
her while smiling and he approached her. He was going to start to strip himself
when she says to him:
-Stop! A
baby doesn’t strip himself. It’s his mom who occupies herself of him, and then
it’s me who occupies of you. Lengthen on the bed my darling.
Fred was
carried out and laid on the towel which was extended on his brother’s bed. His
mother demolished the node which held tight his jogging’s trousers, and dropped
it to him until on the ankles. She went down his tights, then opened his body
and went it up a little. Fred looked at his mother doing, and he liked the
image which he saw, namely, a diaper making a big bump in his plastic pant. His
mother lowered his plastic pant to him then opened his diaper. She asked Fred
to raise a little his buttocks and withdrew his layer to him that she rolled as
a ball she put it on Marc’s one which was on the edge of the bed. She took the
wipes box that she had took in the cupboard, and started to clean Fred. He felt
very well and was let himself do like would have do a 3 years old little boy.
He didn’t have any shame that his mother was cleaning his intimate parts by,
nor to be even diaper at his age. He thought that it was quite pleasant that
his mother occupies herself of him like that. He felt himself to become again a
little boy, as when it was 4 or 5 years old. Camille saw this small
"gleam" which shone in Fred’s eyes. She looked him while smiling, and
leaned on him to kiss him. She was raised then says to him:
-It would be
said that it seems to me that you like to be like that?
-And well
it’s not unpleasant... Fred answered while reddening.
-And it
doesn't disturb you, at 11 years old, to be in front of me with naked buttocks?
-No mom.
Why?
-I don’t
know. But I find that your behaviour changed much during this last week.
-How that?
-I don’t
know. I find you changed. I find you more "baby" that before.
-Really?
However I have done anything special.
-I know, but
it’s a feeling that I have.
Fred looked
at his mother in the eyes and made her a great smile. Camille thought that it
would certainly be necessary that she has a good discussion with Fred. She left
a fresh diaper, slipped it under Fred’s buttocks, and adjusted it to him by
closing the adhesives. She went up his plastic pant, closed his onsie, and went
up to him his tights and his jogging’s trousers. Once she made the node of his
trousers, she looked at him while saying to him:
-Here is my
darling; you’re ready for the after midday. Especially, don’t hesitate to come
to see me whether you feel that your diaper is full.
-Ok mom.
-Well, go to
watch the television.
-Mom.
-Yes, Fred?
-Can I go to
visit Laurent?
-You want to
go to visit your friend in this behaviour?
-Yes mom.
Why?
-And well
considering with the supermarket you hid for step that Anthony sees you, I’m
surprised that you want to go to visit Laurent in this behaviour.
-You well
said to me that I didn’t have to have shame?
-Yes, it’s
right.
-And well,
it’s what I do.
-And if he
asks you why you are dressed like that, what will you answer?
-That I like
this kind of clothing, and that as they still suit me, I wear them during the
weekend.
-It’s indeed
a good idea. But it left you the most difficult to hide: your diaper...
-For that, I
don’t have any ideas about what I could say to him.
-And well,
it’s up to you to find, but you also could tell him the true.
-Yes mom,
you’re right. I’ll see…
-If you want
to go to visit Laurent, go ahead. It’s not because you wear a diaper, that I
will prevent you to go to play out of the house.
-Thank you
mom. See you presently. Fred said by kissing her.
Fred was
closing his wind-breaker when Camille came down in the living room. Marc looked
at her and asked:
-Mom, where
Fred is going?
-He goes to
visit Laurent.
-But why
could he leave and not me?
-But Marc,
who prohibited to you to leave?
-You!
-Me, I
prohibited to you to leave?
-Yes, you
said that you wouldn’t redress me.
-But that
doesn’t mean that you can’t leave the house to go to play outside or to visit
your buddies. I just said to you that I wouldn’t redress you, which is
completely different. Now, if you want to leave, you can. But it will be in the
behaviour in which you are, namely, in pyjamas.
-But mom, if
I leave in pyjamas, I will have shame in front of my buddies.
-As well,
it’s your problem Marc. When an 8 years old little boy asks to his mother if he
could wear diapers all the time, even to go to school, he has to assume the
consequences of his request. And as apparently you like to seem like a baby,
and well I treat you like such. And babies wear diapers, onsies and pyjamas,
all the time, 24/7. Then, benefits well of your weekend in diaper; because this
evening, I will have a serious discussion about this subject with dad. And if
we agree that you wear diapers all the time; and well as much as you are
accustomed to it immediately, because it’s the behaviour which you would be
likely to wear very often...
Marc looked
at his mother with the eyes full with tears, and started to cry. Camille
approached him, sat down on the settee, and taken him in her arms.
-Shut...
Cease crying my baby. Considering seem you to like diapers, and well benefit of
them a maximum. Look at your brother, he would like to rise in a dry bed every
morning, and it’s not the case.
-Yes, but
you don’t treat him like a baby...
-But because
contrary to you, he didn’t ask me to wear diapers all the time, even to go to
the school.
-Perhaps
that he would like and that he doesn’t dare to say it to you.
-Perhaps.
But in this case, it’s not any more one baby of which I would have to occupy, but
two...
Camille made
him a big kiss, letting him watching the television. She left in the kitchen to
prepare the meal.
Fred was in
front of the door of the house of his friend Laurent, and knocked at the door.
A few moments later, the door opened and Laurent’s mother accommodated Fred
with a great smile.
-Oh, hello
Fred. What a surprise!
-Hello
Madam.
-Come in.
Don’t stay outside; you would be likely to take cold.
Fred came
in, and his friend’s mother asked him:
How are you?
-Very well,
and you?
-Very well
thank you.
She advanced
towards the staircase, and called:
-Laurent!
-Yes mom?
-There is
somebody for you!
-I come!
Fred heard
Laurent to get down the staircases. Arrived in the hall, he exclaimed:
-Yes, cool!
Hello Fred.
-Hi,
Laurent.
-It’s cool
that you would have come to see me.
-I had a
little time before the lunch, and then I asked to my mother if I could come to
see you.
-It’s
sympathetic. You come with? We go up in my room.
Fred
followed his buddy, and came in his room. Fred noticed that Laurent’s room was
always also badly arranged, and thinks that his mother would never accept that
his, is in this state. He removed his wind-breaker, and sat down beside his
buddy. They started to discuss all and nothing, and at a moment, Laurent did a
little more attention to the way in which Fred was dressed.
-Oh! Your
clothes are so cool. You’re lucky to still find some like that, with your size.
Me, I don’t find some anymore.
-And well,
these is clothing that I had in my cupboard, and considering they still suit
me, I wear them during the weekend. I don’t see myself going to the college
dressed like that!
-Yes, it’s
clear. I understand you, and me either I wouldn’t dare to go to the college
like that.
Fred and
Laurent started to play with the Playstation, and Fred wet his diaper without
stopping playing. He thought that it was quite practical to wear a diaper,
because he didn’t have to worry and to find toilets, or to stop playing to go
to the bathroom. They stopped playing approximately half an hour later, and
came down drinking glass from oranges juice to the kitchen. Laurent’s mother
whom been able to prevent herself from smiling, when saw how Fred was equipped.
Laurent looked at his mother and says to her:
-You saw
mom? Fred is lucky to have clothing like that, in which he still fits. I’d like
to still be able to wear some.
-I know it
well my treasure, but it’s not my fault if I don’t find some anymore with your
size.
-Yes mom, I
know. Laurent answered sadly.
They went up
in Laurent’s room, but this time, Fred climbed in front of his friend. This one
looked at Fred’s buttocks and thinks that there was something of odd, and
returned in Laurent’s room he said to Fred:
-In any
case, your trouser is cool, because it’s large behind.
Fred looked
at his buddy and didn’t really know what to answer to him. He reddens slightly
and Laurent seen it.
-Why you
reddened Fred?
- Euh...
Fred didn’t know what to say to his best friend. He thinks that after all, he
could tell him a part of the truth. He took his courage with two hands and said
to Laurent:
-Laurent...
-What?
-You swear
me that you will not repeat it to anybody?
-You know
very well that I’m not like that. Did I already betray you, or I already
repeated one of the secrecies that you had entrusted to me?
-No, it’s true.
-Then you
can have confidence...
-My trousers
are not large... I have something under it.
Laurent
looked at Fred while wondering what he wanted to mean.
-How that,
do you have something under your trousers?
-Yes... I
have tights...
-And it’s
for that that you’re afraid that I will repeat it? Asked Laurent and laughing,
without letting time to Fred to finish his sentence.
-And well me
too I wear some tights, the winter, under my trousers. Laurent added.
-No, it’s
not for that. It’s because I don’t only have tights under my jogging.
-Oh, really?
So, what you do have?
Fred took a
small lapse of time before answering and acknowledging to his friend his
secret.
-A diaper...
Fred answered while becoming red and while lowering the eyes.
-A diaper?
-Yes... Fred
answered while reddening more.
-Stop
joking, I don’t believe you...
-I ensure
you that I wear a diaper under my trousers.
Laurent
looked at Fred and asked him:
-But you
mean that you wear a diaper... like the babies?
-Yes, but
it’s not a baby diaper that I wear. It’s a diaper for the children of my age.
-No! I don’t
believe it... My best friend wears diapers?
-And well,
you know, I don’t wear some for fun. I’m enuresis...
-What is it
“enuresis”?
-It’s when
you make pee with the bed at night.
-Oh really?
I didn’t know that that was called like that. But don’t worry, I will not
repeat it. And then you know, my cousin Stephanie, she still makes pee with the
bed and she wears diapers at night too. Then it’s similar than you, it’s
enuresis.
-How old is
your cousin?
-She’s 9
years old.
-Oh, ok.
-Oh, that
makes me funny of knowing that my best buddy still makes pee with the bed, and
that he wears diapers. But for me, that doesn’t change anything. You stay my
best buddy, even if you make pee with the bed and that you wear diapers to
sleep.
-Thank you
Laurent, you’re so cool.
-But Fred,
there’s a something which nevertheless intrigues me in what you just said to
me.
-Really? And
what is it?
-You just
said to me that you wear diapers to sleep because you make pee with the bed?
-Yes, it’s
what I said to you.
-Then why do
you wear a diaper, now, under your trousers, in full day?
Fred was
taken with the trap and wondered what he could answer to Laurent... Fred
couldn’t resign himself to acknowledge the whole truth to his friend, and then
he sought what he could answer to him. He found finally an idea of answer, and
answered to Laurent with a sad air:
-Because
when the weather is cold, it’s able to me not to be able to control myself.
Then I preferred to wear a layer.
-Oh, it’s
really odd your disease. But good, me I don't care.
-Really?
-Yes. I said
it presently to you, that don’t change anything for me, you’re always my best
friend, than you wear a diaper or not.
-Thank you
Laurent, you are really nice.
-Fred...
-What?
-Can you
show me your diaper? Laurent asked while reddening slightly.
-Euh... Ok,
if you want.
Fred put
himself upright, raised his sweat shirt slightly, and demolished the node which
held his jogging’s trousers. At this moment, Laurent saw that Fred wore a tee-shirt
with small cars printed above.
-Oh, your
tee-shirt is so cool!
-It’s not a
tee-shirt. Fred answered with a natural air.
-Oh, really?
So, what is it?
-An onsie.
It’s used to maintain the diapers.
-An onsie?
Like the babies ones?
-Yes, but
with my size.
-Oh! It’s
too cool!
Fred
completely took off his sweat shirt, and Laurent could now see whether it
wasn’t a tee-shirt. He saw clearly that the collar wasn’t similar than on a
t-shirt.
-My little
sister still wore some last year.
-Yes, I
know. I had noticed it when I came to see you.
Fred took
his courage with two hands, and lowered his trousers and his tights on his
ankles. He was now in front of his best friend, only dress with a diaper, a
plastic pant, and an onsie. Laurent stayed with an open mouth of surprise when
he saw that Fred was well wearing a diaper under his jogging’s trousers.
-Oh! It’s
true that you wear a diaper... It’s hard for me to believe it. I can touch it?
-Euh... If
you want, answered Fred.
Laurent put
his hand on the front of Fred’s diaper, and said to him:
-It’s very
warm. It would be said that you made pee.
-Yes... Fred
answered while reddening to the ears.
Laurent
still didn’t realise from there to see his best friend, there, in front of him,
dress like a little boy, with a diaper, a plastic pant and an onsie. Fred
redressed himself, and sat down beside Laurent. Laurent continued to ask
questions with Fred concerning his diapers. A few minutes later, Fred rose and
said:
-I have to
go back home, it soon will be the lunch time.
-You come to
see me tomorrow?
-I don’t
know. If we don’t leave with my parents, I would come to spend the afternoon
with you.
-Will you
wear a diaper? Laurent asked while reddening.
-I don’t
know yet. Perhaps I’ll wear one.
-Cool. So,
see you tomorrow.
-Maybe.
Laurent
accompanied back Fred to the door, and after said goodbye to Laurent’s mother,
he left and took the way of the return.
Fred felt
his bowels starting to pull about it. He thought that he could wait to be at
home. A few seconds later, the desire was done more pressing. Fred had 5 more
good minutes of walk before arriving at home, when didn’t hold it anymore; he
stopped on the pavement, and let himself go in his diaper. He felt this hot and
viscous mass to invade his diaper. He touched the back of his trousers, and
seen that this one had taken volume. He took again his way, and a few minutes
later, he arrived at home.
-I’m there!
He said.
-We are in
the living room, my darling.
Fred took
off his wind-breaker and his shoes, and arranged those. He put on his slippers
and went to the living room to join his parents and his brother. He kissed his
father, and about of to even be concerned with what he had just done in his
diapers a few minutes earlier, he sat down on the settee beside his mother. His
parents were drinking aperitif. Fred looked at his brother, and wondered
whether Marc had made pee or poop in his diaper. He thinks that he would know
it when his mother would change them. Fred rose and went to serve to himself a
glass of oranges juice. He smelled now that his diaper stuck on his buttocks.
Logic, considering which it had poop inside of it a few minutes before coming
back home; and that he had sat down on the settee, without very being concerned
with result. When it came back in the living room, his mother rose and said: I
will put the lunch to be heated, and we eat in five minutes.
-Ok mom. The
boys answered in heart.
A little
more than five minutes later, Camille called Claude and the boys. Everyone sat
down round the table and ate quietly, speaking about all and nothing, as
usually. Once the meal finished, the boys helped to disencumber the table, then
went up to play the console in Marc’s room. Good half an hour was passed when
Camille appeared in the door frame. She looked at the boys while smiling, and
said:
-Well, I
suppose that these two little boys have wet buttocks.
-Yes mom,
I’m very wet. Marc answered.
-And what
about you Fred? Camille asked.
-Me too mom.
But it’s not only wet... He answered while reddening.
-Oh! That
means that my baby pooped in his diaper?
Fred didn’t
answer. Camille extended a towel on Marc’s bed, and said:
-Well, since
I have a little boy dirtier than the other, I will start with him.
Fred stood
up, and looked at his mother while smiling.
-Lengthens
you my baby, I will clean your buttocks.
Fred lay on
the towel and let himself do. His mother withdrew his jogging’s trousers and
his tights to him. She opened his onsie and went up it, then removed his
plastic pant to him. She looked at Fred and said to him:
-Indeed,
that doesn’t smell the flower.
Fred reddens
to the ears and asked his mother:
-You’re not
unhappy mom?
-Why do you
want me to be unhappy my darling?
-And well,
to have poop in my diaper.
-But of
course not. And then, a diaper, it’s make for that, not?
Fred didn’t
answer and let his mother occupy her of him. She opened his diaper, and cleaned
with the front of the layer while saying:
-You really
needed very bad, because you have some everywhere. When did poop in your
diaper?
-Before
coming home.
-Before
coming? But you would have to say it to me; I would have changed you while
returning. That would have avoided you to seat on the settee with a dirty
diaper on the buttocks.
-But mom,
you said that the babies did all in their diapers, and then I did like them.
And the babies don’t care themselves about to be sit down with a dirty diaper
on the buttocks.
-It’s true
Fred, you are right.
Fred was
surprised when his mother caught his ankles and raised his legs to clean
buttocks. In this position, he felt still more baby. His mother put back his
buttocks on the towel and said:
-Don’t move.
I come back immediately.
Camille went
in the bathroom and returned at once with a tube of Mytosil. Fred looked at her
and asked her what it was.
-It’s cream
to protect your buttocks. Because considering you make pee and poop in your
diaper, I wouldn’t like that you catch an erythematic gluteus.
She
whitewashed him copiously of cream, and unfolded a fresh diaper which she
slipped under his buttocks. She folded back the front of the diaper on his
pubis, and adjusted the adhesives. She threaded a clean plastic pant to him,
and then closed his onsie’s snaps. Fred asked his mother:
-Mom.
-Yes my
darling?
-Can I stay
like that for the moment?
-You don’t
want to put back your jogging’s trouser?
-No, I want
to stay just in onsie.
-Ok, as you
want. But if we need to leave, you will have to dress yourself.
-Ok mom.
Fred was
raised and left the place to his brother. He switches on the TV and the
console, and sat down by ground. During this time, Camille changed Marc who was
soaked.
-And well,
we can say that you use your diapers. She says to Marc.
Marc reddens
to the ears and didn’t answer. He let himself do and waited until his mother
finished changing him. To his great distress, she gave him hiss pyjamas.
-You don’t
dress me mom?
-No Marc,
what have I say to you this morning?
-But mom, I
want that you dress me. I don’t want to stay in pyjamas the whole day.
-Listen to
me well, Marc. I was however clear it seems to me. You will be in pyjamas until
Monday morning. And it will not be differently!
Marc
resigned himself and sat down beside his brother. Camille went down to the
kitchen and threw the dirty diapers of his two big babies. She drunk a glass of
water and went to join Claude with the living room. She sat down beside him and
put her head on his shoulder. A few minutes later, the door’s bell rang.
Camille rose and went to open. With her great surprise, it was Philippe, her
brother.
-Philippe,
what a good surprise! Come in!
-How is my
small sister?
-Well, I
thank you.
Philippe
came in the living room and said hello to Claude. Camille invited him to take
off his wind-breaker, and to sit down. She proposed a coffee to him which he
accepted, and she moved towards the kitchen. She prepared the coffee and turned
over to the living room. She benefited from it to call the boys.
-Marc! Fred!
-What is
there mom? Fred asked.
-Thread your
trousers and go down to the living room. Uncle Philippe is there.
-I come,
mom! Fred answered.
He threaded
his jogging’s trousers and get down the staircases. Arrived in the hall, he saw
that Marc wasn’t behind him. He doesn’t say anything and went to kiss his
uncle.
-Hello uncle
Philippe.
-Hello Fred.
How are you?
-I’m well,
thank you. Aunty didn’t come with you?
-Not, she’s
occupied with Charly, he has duties to do.
-Oh, ok.
Camille rose
and approached the staircases.
-Marc!
-What?
-Come down
my darling.
-Not like
that mom!
-Marc, stops
a little making the baby and comes down. She answered him.
While
returning to the living room, Philippe asked Camille if Marc were sulky. She
answered him that not, and that he didn’t dare to go down because he was in
pyjamas. Philippe started to smiling, and answered to his sister:
-Wait, I
will seek him.
-If you
want…
Philippe
rose and approached the staircase. He stopped with the foot of this one and
said:
-Good, where
is this big baby? You go down or I go up to seek you.
- No uncle,
don’t go up!
-Then it’s
you who go down…
-No.
-And why you
don’t want to go down?
-Because I
don’t want.
Philippe
started to climb the staircase, continuously to speak to Marc. Arrived in top
of the staircase he was put in the door frame and said:
-You do not
want to go down because you are in diaper, and pyjamas?
Marc started
and reddens to the ears.
Philippe
went to see Marc, knelt in front of him and said:
-Listening
Marc, I know why you wear diapers. And I saw that Fred is wearing a diaper too.
Your mother explained me why she proposed to you to wear diapers at night. And
I know that before, you like to spend a weekend in diaper, from time to time.
Remember when you came at home in diaper and pyjamas.
Marc raised
the eyes, and said:
-It’s true?
Mom had spoken to you about it before giving me from the diapers?
-But of
course yes. What do you believe? It’s my sister, and when I talk to her at
phone, or to your father, we also speak about you and Fred.
-Really? I
didn’t know.
-And well
now, you know it. Go, rises, and go down to join everyone in the living room.
Marc rose,
and at the time when he was going to leave his room, Philippe caught him and
took him in his arms while saying:
-Come here,
big baby!
Marc smiles
to his uncle and let himself do. They got down the staircase, and came in the
living room.
-Here is the
baby… Philippe said by putting Marc by ground.
They
discussed things and others, and at a given time, Philippe made a wink with
Claude and said to Fred:
-Tell me
Fred; it appears that you want to wear back some diapers?
Fred looked
at his parents with a little panicked air, and didn’t know what to answer…