Back to Basics (Chapter Nine)

This has been written for a US audience by a guest writer. Thanks to James for allowing me to publish it on my Patreon.

I was in for a surprise when I got downstairs. Suddenly there were Danny and Louis Chou, staring at me in my diapers.

Danny is my age, Louis a year or so younger. They go to my school. They were here with their Dad, as it turned out, who was consulting my Dad about an upcoming construction project.

I would have gladly sunk through the floor as the boys regarded me with open-mouthed surprise.

“Why is he wearing diapers?” Louis asked Adam and Charlie.

“Why don’t you tell him, Wayne? Why are you wearing diapers?”

“Cause sometimes I wet the bed,” I mumbled.

“Sometimes,” Charlie laughed. “I think it’s more like always.”

“Did he just get a spanking?” Danny asked. “It sounded like someone was getting a spanking.”

“Tell him,” Adam said.

“I got a spanking.”

“Why? For wetting your diapers?”

“Yes.”

“Cool. In that case you deserve it.”

“He smells like pee,” Louis said. “Is he wet now?”

“He always smells like that,” Adam explained. “There’s residual urine that stays in his diapers, and it makes him smell a little.”

“Yuck!” the boys said.

My rubber pants were very noisy whenever I moved, and the boys’ kept looking at them.

I didn’t want to go and sit down because my backside was still so sore from two spankings in two days, so I just sort of hung around and endured the harsh comments and scorn of the Chous, my brother, and Charlie.

Danny and Louis stayed for about another half-hour, but it seemed much longer to me. When their father joined them as they were about to leave, he gave me a startled look when he noticed I was in diapers.

“He’s a bedwetter,” Danny said.

“He’s a baby,” Louis said.

I had hoped that my aunt had forgotten her resolve, but I wasn’t in her house one minute when she asked Adam if he’d please take me upstairs and diaper me.

“I’m happy to have you here, Wayne, but I’m not willing to take a chance on having you wet the carpets or furniture, so you’re going to have to be in diapers. But you knew that. It’s too bad, but that’s the way it’s going to be.”

We had come with a large supply of diapers, plastic and rubber pants, powder, pins, a change pad, and my diaper pail, all of which were now in plain view of my twin cousins Brad and Rick.

“You guys go and watch how Adam does it, so you can help if you’re needed.”

“We have to change Wayne’s diapers?” Brad asked.

“No way!”

“You might,” his Mom said.

I carried everything upstairs. There was a spare room, but after prior discussion and over objections from my cousins, it was decided that Adam would have it, and that I would share with Brad and Rick.

I would be using a single roll-away bed that had been set up, but not yet made. On its mattress there was a thick-looking plastic sheet.

Then I noticed that a change table—I supposed from when the twins were babies—had been set near my bed. It was larger than normal, perhaps to accommodate twins at the same time, and would be large enough to for me to use.

There was shelving under the changing platform, and Adam told me to stack my diapers and pants there.

The diaper pail went beside the change table after Adam took from it my calendar and the strap. He explained the purpose of both to my cousins, who were fascinated.

I was deeply embarrassed at the number of ‘W’s on the calendar, the strap, the change table, the diapers, the plastic sheet, and what was about to happen. My brother placed my change pad on the table.

“Ok, let’s do it. Guys, watch, ‘cause if I’m not around you’ll have to do it.”

“Man, I hope not. Are there gloves, at least?” Brad asked.

“On the shelf, there.”

“Ok, you fold two baby diapers in three lengthwise, like so, then lay them inside his big diaper, put some powder on it, lie him on it, more powder, then just pin it on tight. Wayne, get undressed and on the change table. Right now.”

My cousins were enjoying themselves. The last thing in the world I wanted to do was to get undressed in front of them, but I knew what would happen if I resisted or even hesitated.

The strap was right here, and Adam wouldn’t be shy to use it, especially in front of an audience.

So I sheepishly got out of my pants and underwear, knowing that I wouldn’t be seeing either for ten days. I climbed onto the table and lay on the diapers.

My eyes were closed, but I felt powder being sprinkled on my body, and I smelled it. Then I felt the diapers being brought up between my legs and felt as one side was pinned on, then the other.

“Pin them on tight, guys, otherwise he can spring a leak.”

I felt my feet being placed through the leg openings of rubber pants, and felt them being pulled up.

I lifted up so my brother could pull them over my diapers, and then he was done.

“That’s it. No big deal. Baby is now diapered.”

I had no pants that would go on over my rubber ones, so I was obliged to walk around with my diapers plainly visible to everyone.

Brad and Rick thought the situation was hilarious, and missed no opportunity to laugh at and belittle me. When I got downstairs I was shocked when I came face to face with a boy whose name I would learn was Christopher.

He was a friend of my cousins and had come to borrow a book. I froze as he stared at me, mouth gaping open. He was blond, with blue eyes, and wore what looked like Calvin Klein jeans and a collar-less shirt tucked in.

He looked so cool.

I was almost fainting with embarrassment.