Because we say so – Chapter Four
Gary Harrison had recently employed a new development team at the company. Although the old crew had some ideas, he wanted innovation not just alternatives. The old team had been trying out various homeopathic herb infusions into the fabric to give a feeling of well-being. Lavender, turmeric, sandalwood and a host of other essential oils were blended together and used in the design and make up of new products. Although they were quite well received, they didn’t have the desired ‘total impact’ Gary was searching for.
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A year ago, I overheard mum and dad discussing the fact they had thought to pull me out of school. I was at an age where I could officially leave and go to work and they thought it would be better for me to do so. I was quite terrified of having to work, not that I’m scared of the idea of work; it’s just that I’m not sure I’m ready yet for such responsibility. However, I asked them if I could finish my exams even if I didn’t think I’d do too well in them. I didn’t, the results were pretty dire but my parents loved me enough to let me try again so… agreed to let me continue with my studies for the extra period.
I’ve got two more years at school and then join father’s company. No chance of University I’m just not that clever but I would like to finish my main exams. I feel I’ve managed to put up with school and nappies long enough to see the thing through.
Although what dad’s business is has basically passed me by, when they were having their conversation, I heard it being discussed that I would join the firm. Apparently I’d start in the warehouse and work every position to see what I’m either good at or… not.
Anyway, being the only one in class to still wear nappies is difficult but, as I have no choice, I just wear them and get on with it. Over the years a couple of teachers had words with mum and dad but they were given short shrift and never mentioned it again. I have no idea what was said in those discussions but the teachers who’d voiced concern were most definitely silenced. From then on they were polite but wary of me and I’m conscious that they are making some kind of special effort – although I don’t know if it is for my benefit or theirs.
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I was barely through the door when mum spoke.
“Hey David, I’ve got something for you.”
I’m late home having been doing some extracurricular work with a couple of my schoolmates in the science lab. Don’t worry, a teacher was there and we weren’t planning on making some magical potion or explosives… or drugs (although Keith had suggested that might be ‘fun’), we just wanted extra credit for the projects that were up-coming before the exams.
Anyway, because of the lateness my nappy’s well soaked and has been for quite some time so I’m grateful when she hands me what is obviously a new disposable.
“I bet you’re soaked.”
After all this time, she knows exactly how squishy I am.
“Let’s get you changed and into this lovely, bright new nappy eh?”
I shrugged off my bag, slipped off my school blazer and went upstairs to my bedroom, which was already set out with the usual array of paraphernalia I need for a change.
“It’s okay mum I can…”
“No sweetheart, this is a new design… let me put it on first and check we’ve got it correctly…”
It was my turn to interrupt.
“Muuumm, after all this time don’t you think that…”
“Pumpkin, no argument. I’ll see to it and that’s an end to the discussion. I want to ensure I follow the instructions carefully. It’s a new design and I think,” she smiled, “you’re going to like it a lot.”
Why I was supposed to “like it a lot” I was unsure but, as per “Because I/we/they say so” I didn’t object.
Mum was most insistent that I wear it straight away and I hardly have time to take off my shirt, trousers or soaked nappy before she’s there with wipes, powder and cream. I scarcely had time to draw breath before she has expertly taped me firmly into this new ‘fabrication’. There’s something to it that’s quite unlike anything else I’ve ever worn; I have to agree it does feel different.
It’s pink and yellow, thick but soft and crinkles with a soft welcoming sound that makes me immediately feel relaxed… perhaps not relaxed but… something. I mean, it is comfortable, with the various, light, multi-layers of padding in its design. I’m conscious of it all… but not inconvenienced by any of it.
In fact, as I run my hands over the pliable, almost weightless stuffing, the slippery, plastic-like outer covering is just so insubstantial. I know ‘nice’ isn’t an acceptable word but it’s as if I’m being given a friendly hug, a nudge to say ‘well didn’t I tell you it was something different?’ that has me feeling happy and contented. Yes, that’s it, I feel contented. I’m almost sixteen, wearing a nappy and yet, after all I’ve said, I wriggle in total satisfaction. That surely can’t be right?
This new disposable feels ‘altered’, but not bulky.
Well, let me re-phrase that observation.
It looks bulky, it looks like a thick nappy but, it’s so light it feels like I’m wearing, very little. I check in the mirror and there is absolutely no mistaking what it looks like, it’s definitely a disposable. But, when I sit down, the seat seems to compact, although my groin still has that tell-tail bulge. However, even that can be pushed down as if the air is removed, although, as soon as I let go, it sort of self-inflates back to its original size. It’s quite substantial but feels very insubstantial… almost wispy.
Weird but fascinating.
Mum mentions that I need to wear it all the time and to do everything in it. I question her on ‘everything’ but she is adamant that I use it completely. I have to say I don’t particularly like this command but after they’d agreed to let me stay on at school I thought I owed them some reciprocal deal.
However, not only do I decline to argue on this occasion, I am more than a little intrigued by the product. It feels unlike anything I’ve ever worn before.
I question mum about the need for vinyl pants to cover it but she says to try it without first. I’m nervous of using it lacking such added protection but she is insistent that I do so.
When I pull my jeans on over it, it all but disappears, like it’s deflated or something, yet I can still feel its protective grip around my genitals. Normally, I eventually forget I’m wearing a bulky item but although this looked bulky to begin with, it certainly doesn’t look that way under my pants. It’s deflated to nothing.
The End of Because we say so – Chapter Four.
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