Because we say so – Chapter Six
Normally, when I went to bed my nappy was clean and dry. This was used, and well used at that, but it didn’t feel discomforting, well not to wear at least. Often, some of the other nappies and disposables I’ve worn would bunch up and be slightly annoying until I’d gotten used to them… these were not in the least like that.
These didn’t bunch at all, in fact, they felt like I was wearing a padded pair of pants, they moulded themselves to my anatomy and hugged me in a pleasant, reassuring way. Although the leg and waist gripped me firmly, it didn’t feel that tight. In fact, the soft lacy fabric seemed to caress my thighs and waist, adding a pleasant tingle I’d never experienced before.
I spent the night squirming, wriggling, touching – I simply could not believe the sensations I was experiencing. When I was not in complete physical pleasure, I was smiling because it felt so good. I’d never felt better. I’d never been more positive and, the big thing was, I didn’t want to take them off.
Had someone come up with a design for an everlasting nappy?
I slept, woke, played, slept and giggled uncontrollably to myself but after each short nap I felt myself slipping back to my childhood where everything was wonderful. Not that it wasn’t now, or is that then? I don’t know but my nappy is full and surprise, surprise… that’s all I want to wear. I look at my bedside clock and it’s just after six a.m. yet I’m wide awake and want to play.
My hectic night has reduced me to a chuckling big kid. I can see I’m physically still a, erm, well, umm, I forget but I don’t want this feeling to stop.
I want to get up… er… when mummy tells me I can… ummm… no… I mean…
I look around my bedroom for all my toys, Mr Teddy and other animals, my dummy… oops… my dummy?
For some reason I daren’t get out of bed without mummy’s permission. There I’ve said it again “Mummy”, what the hell is going on.
Oooo I’ve just sworn, even if it was in my head… mummy doesn’t like it if I say naughty words.
I grip my blanket like a terrified tot wondering what mummy will do. My joyful giggling of just a few moments ago has been replaced by feelings of worry. However, my hand reaches down and I can feel my ‘special’ nappy. The feel is distinctive, its grip is unique, I do my special wriggle and I’m happy again because I am wearing my distinctive protection.
Mummy comes in smiling and cheerily asks how her ‘special’ boy is doing.
I’m glad she’s not angry so I stretch out my arms to greet her and she delivers a peck to my forehead as she rummages under my blanket to check. She pulls back the bedding and for the first time I see that my nappy is now completely red.
“Oooo,” I say in wonder, “that’s pwitty.”
At the same time I say this I can feel I’m filling it again. There’s a slight warmth but I look up at mummy and look as innocent as possible.
“Is my little baby taking a wee-wee… hhhmmm… is he?”
I nod as my special nappy whips away the flood and hides it in its many folds of material. I can feel it once again slightly expand to accommodate what I’ve done but it doesn’t feel in the least bit unpleasant.
“Mummy.”
“Yes Pumpkin.”
“Where are my toys…?”
Mum looks at me in a strange way. It seems she’s totting up something in her head or working out some problem.
“All tidied away but now my little sweet-pea is awake he can get them all out again and play until breakfast.”
“Yay…”
I suddenly stop in mid yay… Toys? There is a sudden and unclear thought in my head that I don’t need toys at my age… but mummy has pulled my blanket back and is urging me out of bed and towards the cupboard.
She’s patting my padded bottom and almost guiding me there, whilst she takes stock of my bulging nappy.
“Your teddies and all your other favourites are in there as well sweetie.”
There’s something not right about all this and for the briefest of moments I’m unsure of what I’m doing. However, mummy quickly encourages me forward and that doubt disappears as I open the door and see all my wonderful toys.
“But I want you to play quietly so… pop this in until I call you for breakfast… and after that, we can get you changed for the day.”
I’m confused as she slips in a dummy she’s produced from her pocket. At first I’m reluctant to take it but she has forced it in without too much effort and I’m already sucking enthusiastically on it… I do as instructed.
By the side of all my toys are a stack of shelves where nappies, liners, disposable and plastic pants are kept. It’s strange that again I stop midway through what I’m doing as I’m convinced that my cupboard usually stored my real clothes but, they were nowhere to be seen.
Once I looked more closely it was obvious that this was not my cupboard but one I had as a child, so, really, it was my cupboard but…
Once again that brief moment of doubt passed as I reached in and checked out teddy.
I look around and see that mummy’s gone so I pull out Mr Teddy and a few toys and prop myself up against the bed. I splay out my legs and am still amazed at the bright red colour of my padding. I feel such comfort as I start to play with my toys and suck intently on my dummy.
There’s a big, old wind-up car I didn’t remember. I wound it up, pushed a lever and off it went at great speed.
Wwweeeeeee!
At the same time I let out my excited squeal I could feel my nappy being soaked once again.
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I woke up from my dream absolutely convinced I’d flooded the bed but when I pulled back the blanket I was relieved that my nappy was warm, firm, blood red and had contained whatever I’d managed to dump into it during the night. I was also thankful that I wasn’t regressing as a baby and that, apart from by bulky nappy; all was back to what I knew.
The dream, like most dreams I assume, felt real but I was a little worried that at my age, I appeared to enjoy being a little kid again.
The fact that the nappy had absorbed everything and left me feeling completely dry was a surprise.
However, even full (if the colour was anything to go by) my nappy hugged me in a most satisfying way. I’d slept the night, for the first time in many years, without plastic pants and yet my bedding was completely dry.
Again I stood at the mirror and inspected the huge padding that now engulfed my groin yet it didn’t feel like it was a heavy burden. I had a slight waddle; the expansion between my legs was firm but not overly intrusive. I was just thinking whether to go down to breakfast dressed as I was (it wouldn’t have been the first time I sat at the table in just a nappy) or whether to put some shorts or jeans on over it when dad came in.
“Wow.” He said from the doorway. “That looks… impressive.”
I stood erect and let him view me and the disposable from every angle. He touched it and was fascinated with its firmness, yet it was also soft…
“How does it feel son?”
“Great.” I couldn’t think of anything else to add.
“It’s the latest and newest technological development and you’re the first to experience it… I need more than… great if you don’t mind.”
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Normally it’s mum who sees me first thing in the morning and we never have a conversation, if we do it’s always one way and she just accepts nods, smiles and acquiescence as my part in it. Dad wanted more so, as he felt around my crotch and padded bottom, I explained just how great it was and why.
Every now and then he’d throw in a question like: “Did I sleep well?” or “Was it in anyway cumbersome?” “What about it did I like or dislike?” “Did I enjoy the fit?” “What feelings did it produce?” and lots of other stuff that I tried to answer as honestly as I could.
I had to admit, I’d never worn anything like it before, nor had I actually ENJOYED wearing something like it before.
Dad beamed his delight.
“I’d be happy to wear this all the time.” I eagerly confessed.
“Incredible.”
Mum came into my bedroom at that moment and she was equally upbeat and cheerful… they nodded optimistically to each other.
“Ohh Gary, not sure about the colour, it looks like someone has hacked away at his privates.”
Up until mum mentioned it I didn’t think the colour was bad but now, all I could think was it looked a bloody parcel.
“Mmmm okay,” dad said, “let’s get you out of that and into something cleaner and drier.”
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Mum was already reaching for one of my thicker fabric nappies off the shelf. I was a bit disappointed after what I’d just experienced but I’ve learned not to argue and mum indicated I should get on the bed so she could relieve me of the red disposable and replace it with a nice thick fleecy nappy.
She grabbed some pins and a pair of see thru plastic pants so I knew what I was going to be wearing for the rest of the day.
Meanwhile, dad took the red discarded protection muttering something about “…orange, yes maybe orange…”but I have no idea where he then went with it. I assumed it must have gone for some kind of research. However, mum had drawn my attention back to the extra thick padding she was slipping into the material and telling me she wanted to see how much that would hold in comparison to what I’d just taken off. She used the see-thru plastic because she wanted to monitor me for the rest of the day… so no shorts or trousers either.
Although being told what to do wasn’t new to me, what to wear and when to do my business, what was new was the way I suddenly felt about it all. For the first time, and I have to put it down to that fabulous ‘super disposable’ I’d come so quickly to love, I was happily compliant and interested in the future.
In the past I would simply have gotten on with whatever my parents had told me to, no matter what that was. If I was uncomfortable or there was something about what I wore I didn’t like, it didn’t matter because, well, you know, “because we say so”. However, that wonderful creation that I’d just spent the night in had completely won me over, and on so many different levels. For the first time in my entire memory I thought I was part of something special. Something different and I was the one designated, the chosen one, to experience this breakthrough… scientific or otherwise.
The End of Because we say so – Chapter Six.
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