Descent into Diapers – Chapter Eight
It took Jennifer and Mr. Kim three shops and what seemed like hours of shopping to find the perfect gift for Mr. Kim’s wife. I found myself wondering about the different corners of this small shop as the two of them were ogling over the different cards to go with the porcelain dolphin they found. Jen also bought me a cold bottle of water during the visit to the second shop due to me guzzling my coffee. Mr. Kim found delight in my wife caring for my hydration.
The conversations that I kept overhearing them talk about were the same things Mr. Kim and I talked about on our trip to his business meeting he insisted I go to. Luckily for me Mr. Kim still had more to talk about on the way back but dozed off halfway, allowing me to get some peace to myself and work on a few expense reports that I had to do.
Today on the other hand I had Jennifer distracting him. Only I was still being monitored by my loving wife and making sure I was being good. To be honest, walking around in a dry diaper wound up to be no big deal. No one suspected that I had a onesie under my shirt, or that my cargo shorts had snaps in the crotch so my wife could change my diaper with ease. The moment of discomfort hit when we hit shop number three, the urge to go pee hit and hit hard. Looking back at it now my coffee helped my energy spike and my mood to increase. But I forgot that it also ran right through me and as I was realizing right now, the need to relieve myself was getting greater.
I thought that I was going to have to do the inevitable and just pee my diaper like I did so easily yesterday. Don’t get me wrong, I figured it would hold and no one could probably tell but I just could not do it, not in public, not while entertaining a client. I Turned the corner trying to find a quiet spot to sulk in my misery when I ran into the door that said ‘restroom’. My heart skipped a beat and I instantly turned around to find my wife. I could see the back of her braid bouncing with her laughter as she listened to Mr. Kim’s jokes and stories about the good old days. I took a quick deep breath and moved without thinking and went into the bathroom and locked the door.
My heart was racing, what was I doing? Oh yeah, I was trying to bend the rules and relieve my aching bladder. At first, I just stood there staring at the toilet. . . at the potty monster. A sudden sharp pain in my pelvis told me if I was going to do this it was now. I quickly lowered my cargo shorts and franticly tried to undo the snaps on my onesie. Once I was able to raise my onesie out of the way I clawed at my diaper like a dinosaur that was depicted on my onesie. As the diaper dropped to the floor I aimed, peed in the toilet, and nearly crossed my eyes at the feeling of nearly making it. At that moment I felt like a big boy.
I may be small, but it still felt like my bladder was taking too long to empty. I started to get nervous that Jen was going to wonder where I was. With a gentle shake, I grabbed my diaper and moved away from the toilet so I could get myself put back together. I started to back myself up to the wall to help me keep my diaper up as I tape it back up but soon realized in my ravishing frenzy, I damaged my diaper nearly to a non-usable state. Luckily, I was able to halfway fasten my diaper up so I could move on and fiddle with my onesie and figure out how to snap the crotch and not fall face first trying to see what I was doing or pop the damaged tape on my sad diaper. With my rushed effort, I was able to get my onesie done most of the way and pull my cargo shorts up and my t-shirt down. I opted for the hand sanitizer over washing my hands to save time and get myself out of dodge, which in my case was the bathroom.
I snuck out of the bathroom and back around the corner. I picked up a random candle in front of me and pretended to smell it as I gazed around the room to find Jennifer. To my Luck the cashier was handing Mr. Kim his receipt as my wife was parting with her newfound friend. I blindly set the candle down and made my way to Jen. I reached them Just in time to tell Mr. Kim goodbye myself. I was trying to calm my nerves when I realized I left my half-empty bottle of water in the restroom. As I made my realization, I heard Jen get my attention.
“Charlie, did you find anything you wanted?” she asked inquisitively.
I put my hands in my pockets and huffed out a “No ma’am.”
As Jen ushered me out of the store, I could feel the heat coming from her laser vision scanning me up and down. Right on queue she asked me, “Did you finish your water?”
As quick as I could I told her “Yup, I found a trashcan in the back and threw away the empty water bottle.” Which was not a total lie, I was done with it, just not done to her standard. I also did leave it in the back. So, focusing on the little truth that was laying in my lie helped me sell my confident answer.
I felt Jen wrap her arms around me from behind as we were walking down the street and gave me a very handsy hug. “Charlie, you need to go potty. I know you must be getting close to needing to go, your diaper feels dry as a bone,” she whispers in my ear as I feel her hands leave my diapered area.
My heart started to race again for multiple different reasons. The main one was the public diaper check. I spun around quickly stopping her in her tracks, “Mommy,” I blurted out in a fluster of embarrassment. As soon as I realized what I called her so vocally I moved to correct myself, “Jennifer, what are you doing,” I said saying her full name I rarely do, even before I was restricted to calling her by her title of Mommy.
I watched Jen’s eyes get big in excitement as she heard what initially called her. She was biting her lip to keep from smiling before she seductively spat, “Does my little man not like his big strong Mommy to make sure he is comfortable?” She pushed me along and led me down the street as she was trying to control her fit of laughter. “Calm down, Charlie. I just was trying to discreetly check and see if you went potty. I intentionally left you to wander around because I thought you had to pee and was trying to distract your BFF back there while you did your business.” She stated.
“Oh,” I said in response. “Well still don’t get to go, maybe later?”
“You should not hold it in Charlie, you will get an infection and then I will have to take you to see your other best friend, Dr. Clair,” Jennifer simply stated.
I was not afraid of the doctor’s office; I was just simply not fond of them. Jen quickly noticed this and did her best to accommodate my needs but ultimately started to drag me to the doctor for my normal visits. Luckily that has not happened in a while. Breaking my daze was the sound of Jen’s phone.
Jen grabbed her phone in one hand and felt the need to put her other hand on my back to gently push me forward as she answered her phone. With a glance at the number pressed the button on her phone connecting the call, “Hey Jessica, how are you?” With only a brief pause she continued what I heard as a one-way conversation, “Yes, we are almost there. . . No problem, we will see you there.”
I tried to look back at Jen and inquire what that phone call was about, but she kept guiding me forward. “Jen, who was that?” I asked trying to get information.
“Oh, it was just Jessica. Do you remember meeting her?” Jen asked me.
I tried to rack my brain, but I could not rack my brain on who she was but all I was drawing was a blank. With nothing popping up on who this person is I simply said, “Nope, I am drawing a blank, babe.”
The hand on my back that was guiding me forward started to move up and down as she told me, “Not to worry, I am sure when you see her you will remember. The three of us are having a late lunch just around the corner.”
“Is it lunchtime all ready?” I asked in a disappointed huff. I was in no mood to eat, with Jen pushing me outside in public, running into a client during our outing, and so far, getting away with using the toilet, I did not really want to eat. Plus, I ate my whole breakfast, couldn’t my breakfast sandwich just tide me over till dinner?
Sometimes I wondered if Jen could read my mind. But I knew she couldn’t, she was just smart and observant and knew when I did not want to eat. I should pay attention to how I talk sometimes because I soon heard her inform me, “Charlie, you will eat something, regardless of how small. If you promise to eat well, I will not complain about you drinking caffeine. Since this is technically lunch, we are still in our rules.”
The way she worded that made me truly wonder what time it was, since I was still without my phone, I was lost without a clock around me. “Is it really that late?” I ask trying to look up and try to figure out how to tell the time by the sun.
“It’s almost three PM, your last diaper change was before nine this morning if I remember correctly,” Jen informed me yet again.
Luckily for her with the coffee and half of that water, I was going to be able to potty probably sometime soon so I could get her off my case of going. Halfway down the block from our last turn, I felt Jen’s hand leave my back and quickly snag my hand. I quickly turned my head to see what building it was and to my surprise, it was some toco joint, ironically, I knew the owner of the restaurant. I did not know him as well as Mr. Kim but the one flight this toco shop entrepreneur asked for left a lasting impression. Toco shop guy requested a round trip to Mexico City, Mexico so he could pick up a small tin that was gifted to him after his grandmother passed. When his flight made it back home, he stopped by my office and told me thanks like a thousand times and gave me his business card telling me if I was ever in the mood for tacos to stop by. He also told me that the tin that his grandmother left him was filled with recipes, he did not need them but with his successful restaurant, they became sentimental.
A loud squeal broke my reminiscing of the past and Jen not letting go of me when the squealing female jumped to hug my wife caused me to jerk in their direction almost falling. Two things happened following that moment. My diaper tapes popping loose was the first thing, the second was remembering who Jessica was. I stood there holding Jen’s hand like a juvenile looking up and saw Jen’s college friend. After Jen and I got married I thought that Jen and her parted ways, guess I was wrong.
“Oh my gosh, it is so good to see you again,” Jessica continued to squeal as she let go of Jen.
I felt Jen release her old friend from her one-armed hug and nearly started matching Jessica’s pitch as she excitedly said, “I know, I missed you so much. You remember Charlie, right?” Jen said, pulling the conversation over to me as I stood there like a deer in the headlights with my free hand trying to protect at least one ear from the sudden high-pitched noise.
“Of course, how can I forget this handsome little devil that stole my bestie from me,” Jessica quipped back smiling down at me with her bright red lipstick.
Jessica was not as tall as Jen but still way taller than I was if I had to guess probably around the five-foot-ten-inch mark, give or take. Her hair was also the same color as Jen’s and was pulled up in a messy bun. By the looks of it, Jess came straight from either work or some business requiring a cheap black suit, though I did notice that the heel she supported made the suit look nice.
Jessica tussled my hair, messing up my hair that Jen spent five minutes fussing over in the middle of the living room. Moving her attention back to Jen, Jessica tried to atone for her attire, “I am sorry for looking so formal, I just came from the office. By the time I could leave, I had no time to change so I just came here.”
Since my memory was getting back on track with who Jessica was, I remembered that she went to school for nearly the same thing as Jen. I also remembered something else, “Jessica, didn’t you go to work for the government?” I asked trying to piece my memory back together.
Jessica and Jen both looked at me Jen started to nod her head as Jessica praised me, “Such a good job with that memory shortcake. I did, your Mommy went to the contract side as I went to the federal side.” Once I heard the words come out of her mouth my eyes started to widen. “But since I was finally able to get moved back home into a local office and move back to my favorite city. Plus when I found out you and Jen were here, I was even more excited, did Jen not tell you that I just moved a couple of streets down from you two?” Jessica finished informing me as she glanced back at Jen.
I turned my eyes as well to Jen and stated, “Why no, Mommy did not tell me.” I stood there looking at her wondering what was going on.
Jen just smiled and simply said, “Say hello to your new babysitter, if you don’t have Me or Alice you will be seeing her. I figured that you two used to get along and she knows everything anyway.” Jen saw my defeat and began to explain, “Charlie, she was the first to know and she surprised me the other month by telling me she just closed on her house. She asked how you were doing, and I updated her on how things were progressing. She asked if I needed help looking after you and eventually, I took her up on the offer and told her that I would love to have her as a babysitter if I was gone.”
“A babysitter though,” I asked as my ego was falling.
Jessica turned to me and tried to reassure me, “Don’t be blue Charlie, I just adored you and Jennifer as a couple. I don’t see you any less of a man, I promise.”
I rolled my eyes and simply asked, “I assume you know the rules that Jen and I have?” I saw Jessica smile and nod. “Ya, if you are my babysitter, you don’t see me as a man.”
Jennifer apparently had enough and started to push me into the restaurant. “Charlie, behave and quit beating yourself up. Jessica is trying to show you she supports you and I and is here for you if you ever need her,” Jen told me in a tough love tone.
As soon as I started walking, I quickly realized the error in my previous actions. My diaper was now completely being supported by just the onesie; it was no longer secured to me at all. I heard the clicking of Jessica’s heels behind us as we entered the restaurant and were greeted by the hostess. With a quick count, the hostess asked, “Just three of yah?”. I could not see Jen due to her keeping me in front of her, but I assume she nodded to her, confirming her count, because the hostess moved on to tell us, “Just follow me, we have a booth for you over here.”
It did not take long before we found our seat, Jen ushered me to the inside of the booth as she took the outside. Jessica sat comfortably in the middle of her side of the booth. Nearly as we got seated a Hispanic man walked up to us and greeted us, welcoming us into his restaurant and informing him our server would be with us shortly. I am sure he did not spot me due to me being dwarfed by my wife, but I poked my head out to confirm my suspicion, this man was the taco shop guy I flew to Mexico.
As soon as he saw my face, he smiled at me and informed us, “Please enjoy your food today, and let me bring you all out a treat while you wait.” He did not accept no for an answer and left as soon as he finished talking.
Both women looked at each other puzzled at what just happened. I simply rolled my eyes as I supported my heat with my hand as I rested my elbow on the table. “This is the taco shop guy I flew down to Mexico,” I started to tell them as I lifted my head explaining to them the short version of my interaction with him.
Jessica was simply aww struck and commented, “Jen told me that you get to meet a lot of people at your work. It must be so exciting.”
I smiled and said, “Thank you, I do enjoy what I do.”
Just then a younger version of the man that created us came up to us and placed three margaritas down on the table, one for each of us. “Complements from the owner,” he said as he also proceeded to provide us with chips and salsa before asking if we wanted a moment with the menu.
Jenifer promptly asks the server, “Can I get one sprite and one water please?”
Jessica simply stated, “Just a water to go with my margarita and I am good.”
I was about to rebuttal on the drink she just ordered me, but she started to speak before I could get a word out, “Jessica, do you mind keeping an eye on him, I need to go to the bathroom. He gets the Sprite when it comes, and he can have the margarita too. Just make sure he does not spill it,” Jennifer told Jessica as if I could not make my own decisions.
Jessica and I watch Jen saunter off to hunt down the bathroom. We turn to meet each other’s gaze and she simply smiles and asks, “She always like this?”
“Yes, and now,” I informed her. “She is protective over me, but right now she is trying to make sure I am hydrated and is waiting for me to go to the bathroom.”
“Ahh,” Jessica said, understanding the situation. “When was the last time you went potty?”
I simply advert my gaze from hers trying to avoid the question. I go and reach for my margarita and start sipping on it. Booths were never my friends due to my size; Jen was always afraid that I was going to spill my drink in my lap. By the time look back at Jessica, I see her with a serious smile on her face and eyes that seem to pierce threw my defenses.
“Oh, you’re in trouble,” she said as her smile turned sinister.
I sat my margarita down carefully before I started to tell her, “I didn’t do nothing” in a defensive tone. Just then Jen appeared in my peripheral, making me claim up and stare daggers at Jessica for accusing me of being naughty. How could she even know, she was not with us?
Jen sat down next to me with a smile and pulled up her menu to see what looked good. After a little bit of looking through the menu, she turned to me and asked, “Do you know what you want?”
I sighed as I dreaded her question. I simply mimicked her and pulled my menu up to skip through the photos to see what looked appetizing. I knew I did not have long before she would start questioning me and assisting me in my ordering, so I blurt out the first thing that looked good, “enchiladas?” Jen must have been happy with my choice because she just smiled and looked back at her menu.
“I think I am going to have the chimichanga,” Jenifer told me with delight.
I smiled back at her as I was able to order on my own without assistance. With confidence, I go to ask, “Jen, can I get it with just beans on the side and no rice?”
“Sounds like a plan,” she said, accepting my request.
Jessica followed suit and informed us and said, “I am going to have the taco salad.”
For the most part, our lunch went well, we ordered our food and drank our margaritas as we waited. As soon as my Sprite came to the table to pushed it right in front of me, signaling for me to drink up. The food did not take long to come out after we ordered it. As we started to eat it was Jessica and Jennifer that did most of the talking. The conversation was about work, the house, and most importantly, me. I tried to keep up with the conversation, but I was too busy trying not to just push my food around. I ate most of my food before I found myself throwing in the towel and asking, “Jen, may I be done? I am stuffed.”
I watched her inspect my plate with a glance and nodded her head in approval. After she had seen me lean back to relax and let my food settle, I felt her hand find my diaper once again to check how it was doing. I did not realize I was holding my breath as her hand inspected my diaper, I was so afraid that she was going to find out. “Just finish drinking your soda please,” Jen asked politely.
Jen and Jessica went back to talking as I started to sip the rest of my drink. It was when the bill got placed on the table though when the first feeling of needing to pee came back. The funny thing was, it was the same moment that I realized that I needed to find an excuse for why my diaper is not properly taped to my butt. As I scoured my brain for a good excuse, there was only one that sounded somewhat plausible. Jen just might believe that with all the walking I did my diaper just gave out and fell apart. It was the only thing that I could think of that made sense.
I saw our server come by the table and take the bill along with Jen’s credit card and Jessica’s cash. I also heard Jen ask for a cup of water in a Togo cup. Yup, that was for me, I just knew it. Luckily for Jen, she was probably not going to need to wait much longer as I was starting to feel full in more ways than one. Jessica’s change and Jen’s card came back after a few moments along with my styrofoam cup of ice water.
I watched Jen sign the receipt and turn to me. “You ready their kiddo,” Jen asked.
I gave a fake smile and nodded my head. I followed her out of the booth and before I could go anywhere, she took one hand of mine before putting my cup in the other hand. With me properly in tow, she begins to follow Jessica out the door. Just to my expectation, standing up did not help me and the need to pee, nor did walking. though I still did my best to hold it. We walked down a little way towards the direction we came from before we suddenly stopped.
“Why are we stopping?” I ask. No sooner than I ask get led over to the side of a building and blocked in by them both. I had a wall to my back, Jen to my right, and Jessica to my left. I had nowhere to go.
Jen just looks down at me and says, “You need to go potty.”
I don’t know why but I turned to look at Jessica, hoping for a lifeline that did not exist. Jessica just smiled at me and repeated to Jen, “You need to go potty, shortcake.”
I stood there looking at both and just shook my head, “No thank you.” Both women just kept me blocked in as they started to chit-chat over me as if I was just a prized dog they had on a walk. It did not take long before Jen noticed me doing the potty dance. Once I realized they were no longer talking and just watching me, I looked down to pretend they were not there. My potty dance soon turned to me shivering in the effort of trying to hold on as long as I could. I went to close my eyes and took a deep breath in, and on my exhale, I felt Jen’s hand find my back to start rubbing it. The only issue was that I did not expect it and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I was so deep in concentration when Jen startled me and made me jump my concentration went out the window. The same thing happened with my bladder.
Normally I can cut myself off midstream but this time it was hard, I had to go potty so bad It just came out like a river being freed from the confines of a dam. For the life of me, I just could not stop, by the time I felt some control come back it was too late. Once the dam broke all I could do was stand there frozen as I felt my diaper fail me, there was too much too fast for such a broken diaper hold. My Shivering stopped but the hand rubbing my back was still there, making its presence known that I was not alone. Knowing that I was surrounded and could not hide made my eyes start to water. As a single tear fell down my cheek, I finally regained control of myself and stood there afraid to look up. As I looked down, I saw the wet spot on my cargo shorts as well as the puddle that was around my feet.
Once I dared to look up, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Jen crouching down waiting for me to look at her. I saw sympathy and sorrow in her eyes, as well as concern. “Are you done?” Jenifer simply asked me, and without a word I, not my head yes. I felt her take my hand and lead me back to the car. Jessica followed us halfway before she said her goodbyes and left Jen and see to my care.
The End of Descent into Diapers – Chapter Eight.
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