Descent into Diapers – Chapter Fifteen
Jen was true to her word; I have been put back in undies to start my reverse potty training. For the past three and a half days I have been able to use the potty whenever I want, well as long as I ask that is. Even though I was in diapers only for a few days, it was weird to not be in diapers anymore. Not sure if I missed diapers or the attention that I got, Jen has slowed down on babying me and everything, she also put a big red stamp that read ‘pending’ across some of our new rules that we signed this last Saturday. There was a temporary Rule that was added stating that I needed help from an approved adult to help me go potty. She also closed the door to my nursery; she told me that I did not need that room, and she said I was a big boy who used the potty. She also has been refraining from calling me her baby or any other cute pet name, she just calls me Charlie, however, I still am required to call her Mommy.
Today, however, was Thursday and I got a surprise visit from Adam. But at the moment he is in our home office with Jen while I am standing in the corner in time out for using the toilet without permission. To be honest I was not trying to show off but just thought that since Adam was here I could get away without asking. Jen was serious about me asking to use the toilet. I tried to argue my case, but even Adam backed Jen up and simply pointed to my timeout corner. “Mommy, I’m sorry, I want to be done!” I said trying to get Jen’s attention.
“Charlie it’s only been three minutes, you have a while to go,” I heard Jen say firmly from the other room.
Unfair, how is it that when Adam comes over, I get in trouble? I guess I must be honest with myself, I miss the attention Jen was giving me this last weekend. It’s not like I am not given attention, it’s just different somehow, I just don’t know how to explain it. I have yet to pee my pants like I am supposed to, though not for lack of Jen’s encouragement. Monday was almost normal but the more I used the potty the more Jen treated me like an adult. Jen also did something to Lady Frankie, I cannot find her anywhere, I can’t even find the stuffed Kraken I found Sunday. It feels like once Jen put me in underwear again it was like the babying slowly stopped, the only time I am diapered is for bed like normal. When my new diapers that she said she ordered for me came on Monday she would not let me see them, she said that if I wanted to see them, I needed to earn them. Jen still helped me pick out my clothes, today I was in just some shorts and a T-shirt.
Ugh, how long have I been in time out, this is lasting forever. The corner that is used for timeout is the far corner of the living room opposite the stairs. When I am in timeout, I cannot see anything other than the paint on the wall. But I can hear though and if my ears are hearing correctly, I think Jen and Adam just entered the room.
“Charlie, please come here,” I hear Jen’s voice from behind me. As I turn, I find both Jen and Adam sitting on the couch with Jen’s hand pointing to the spot in front of her on the other side of the coffee table. I stood where I was told and looked at Jen nervously, waiting for her to say something. “Charlie, do you understand why you were sent to the corner?” Jen asked me in her soft even tone.
I looked down and softly said, “I did not ask for help to use the potty.”
“Charlie, look at me please,” she said, making me look at her. “I know you are excited to spend some time with Adam but that does not mean you need to break the rules.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I told her softly, glancing at Adam and his calm posture.
“While you and Adam are hanging out, I am going to go and run some Arends,” Jen started to say, putting my full attention on her. “When I am gone, Adam is in charge.”
I just stared at Jen; this was the first time since Saturday that she had not been with me. Even the past two days at home I was still somewhere around her. Adam was one of the first ones that Jen enlisted to help her keep me honest about the rules that Jen and I first agreed to, I guess it’s only natural that he is also one of the few who is an approved caregiver in her absence. My attention went from Jen to Adam.
“You know what that means right, Charlie?” Adam said in his deep husky voice.
“Yeah,” I said simply. This was not a surprise, there have been a few times that Adam was involved with my rules and punishments. Adam is one of my best friends, he has been there for me since high school and has never let anyone pick on me. He helped me with my confidence when we were in college. When I was not with my brother or my father, Adam was always there for me.
I saw a small hesitation in Jen’s words, almost as if she was holding back on something, “You have not drunk anything since breakfast, please get a drink.” I nodded my head and made my way into the kitchen, leaving Jen and Adam on the couch still talking about something. I grabbed my cup from the counter and opened the fridge, I overheard a sniffle and then Jen’s voice, “I will be back Adam, please call me if something happens.” I pulled my attention from their small conversation, looked in the fridge, and started to reach for the full pitcher of tea to fill my cup. I shut the fridge door while I heard the front door open and close, making me peek around the corner, watching Adam come around to the kitchen himself.
“So, Jen told me about last weekend, especially what happened this past Sunday,” Adam said simply. Adam may not be as tall as Jen, only an inch or so off, but he was well-built with broad shoulders and muscles to match. One thing that always stood out with Adam outside of the smell of pine and spice was that he always had a level head, even when he was mad. Adam’s voice was also way deeper than mine and always captured everyone’s attention. He always tried to be polite around women and made sure not to curse in their presence. His jet-black hair was as well-kept as his muscles, well-trimmed and tidy. Today he was wearing his favorite jeans and a plain black shirt, almost hiding the tattoo he has on his shoulders.
“I figured she would tell you,” I told him as I watched him sit at the table. “Alice brought over beer yesterday, it’s on the top shelf of the fridge if you want one.”
Adam gently shook his head, “I’m good, we are going to take a drive here in a little bit.”
“Yeah? Where do you want to go?” I asked intrigued, as I set my cup on the island, so I climbed on the tall stool.
“I told Jen I would get you to eat lunch, but first I wanted to talk to you about your cool new chart on the wall,” Adam said with a smile. I just huffed and avoided the statement by taking a drink of my tea. “I noticed that it is full of frowny faces. . .” I heard him say, trying to lead me in talking about it.
I sat the cup down; I knew that he was not going to let it go. Adam may be calm and confident, but he is about as stubborn as a mule. “It’s my reverse potty-training chart, Mommy made it for me to help me, but it’s no big deal. Where do you want to go eat?” I said, trying to divert the conversation.
I about busted up laughing at his serious face and raised eyebrows. He knew all too well I was not a fan of eating, and I was only trying to divert. “Jen said you have been drying for the past two days, no accidents at all,” Adam said keeping on the subject.
“Ya, how am I supposed to wet myself like I am some un-potty-trained toddler?” I said flatly. “Why does that have to be the first step?”
“I know it’s hard, buddy,” Adam started to say before correcting, “Erm, Charlie.”
I quickly pointed to him, trying to catch his correction, “That, what was that, and why has Mommy not been using her normal pet names for me? Is Mommy mad at me?” I think I came across as worried and upset because I saw Adam’s face soften.
“Jen wants you to choose to be her little boy, she will not force you to,” Adam said trying to convey my Mommy’s emotions.
“That is not fair, we talked about it already. I said I wanted to be her little boy, diapers, and all. Why are we back at square one?” I asked confused.
“Because she does not want to force you, she wants you to back your words up and choose them,” Adam said as if he just gave me the answer to a test, I did not know I was taking.
I looked at him with one eyebrow raised, “So how does me peeing my pants with no protection have anything to do with wanting to wear diapers?”
“Jennifer saw how hard it was for you to be in public in diapers. She did not know how to get you comfortable in your diapers so she thought why not try to just reverse the potty-training toddlers go through and get you to want them and trust them as well, as well as trusting her that she will be there to care for you,” Adam informed me. “Come on, finish your drink, let’s go take a drive. I know you’re going stir crazy here at the house.”
I downed my drink and hopped off my tall stool, following Adam to the front door. “But how can she expect me to pee my pants? That’s just absurd, I already did it,” I said feeling beside myself, still stuck on wetting my pants. “I miss the attention I had; she just treats me like a normal adult.” I watched Adam bend down and start putting his shoes on as I just stood there dwelling on our conversation.
“Charlie, it is not about wetting your pants. Her thought is that if you can relax enough to wet your pants you can learn to relax and just wet your pull-up without thinking. Once you can learn to do that and not even say you need to go then she will put you back in diapers,” Adam said, looking over at me standing there blankly. I watch him stand up and hand me my shoes, “You might need these.”
I sat down and started to put my shoes on under Adam’s watchful gaze. “But it’s hard Adam,” I said swallowing my emotions.
“She will not force you to do anything you don’t want, but she is trying to give you support and give you the comfort of your own home to take this big hard step,” I heard Adam’s deep voice explain to me what seemed to be the umpteenth time. As I stood Adam opened the door and walked out with me behind him. Adam suddenly turned around tossing my car keys, “Let’s take the Jeep.”
I smiled and took my keys, locked the front door, and then bolted for the Jeep, which had still sitting outside since Sunday. Even though the Jeep was sitting on giant thirty-seven-inch tires I still had no trouble climbing up in it. With all the warm weather I almost always had the jeep’s doors and top off. When I was safely buckled up, I put the key in the ignition, pushed the clutch and brake in, and shifted to neutral. I turned the key over to the on position, waiting for three seconds to let the fuel pump prime and start pushing fuel, and then turned the key over. As the old jeep roared to life my face lit up in excitement, driving this thing was one of my favorite things in the world, it was as if driving the jeep was therapy for me. I looked over to my only passenger seat and saw that Adam was already in and ready. I jiggled the shifter a little before pushing it into first then directly back into reverse, easing out of the clutch and giving her a little gas. Once we were on the road I got it back in first and started to take off, ready to go anywhere.
“Adam, I just miss the attention that I had, even our cuddles seem a little different,” I said as I turned left and right, making my way out of our neighborhood.
Adam chuckled, “It sounds like you miss her babying you.”
I paused for a long moment, as I pulled up to the red light I turned to Adam and said, “I guess so.”
“There is no guessing about it, and Jennifer is dying to smother you in everything baby. How long have we been friends, Charlie,” Adam asked as I turned my head back to the light.
Once the light turned green, I shifted back in first and took back off, “Since I bumped into you our freshman year.
“And ever since you and I have been thick as thieves,” I heard Adam say, “You know that when you and Jen started to date, I was a bit skeptical, at one point in time I pulled her aside and told her that if she hurt you that she had to deal with me.” I took a glance at Adam, surprised at this revelation. “Don’t look at me like that, we are bros, and we have to stick up for each other,” Adam said, pausing to see if I was going to respond. “The more you and Jennifer were together, the more I realized you two were the perfect match. She did not even flinch when you told her about you peeing the bed.”
I blushed at the mention of my night accidents, “That was the most embarrassing thing in my life.”
“And all she did was accept you and take you under her wing,” Adam continued to say.
“Ok, I get it, stop reminiscing in the past Adam,” I told him, trying to figure out what Adam was digging at.
“I want you to man up and wet your pants,” Adam said directly. I glanced in his direction and saw he was staring in my direction.
“Can you just tell her I did so we can move on?” I asked as I started to turn right. “Where are we going anyway?”
“There is a good burger place on Third and Madison,” Adam instructed before continuing the conversation. “First of all, I don’t even want to know what Jennifer will do if I lie to her, second I am not sure you doing once is going to cut it. If I read the conversation correctly you are going to need to do it at least a couple of times, and evenly just let her find you with wet pants.”
“That sounds hard, why can I just do it once?” I asked as I turned left on Madison Street.
“Training is not supposed to be easy buddy, you got to work at it,” Adam said next to me. “The burger places it just up ahead on the right,” he said pointing.
I pulled into the Burger joint and put the Jeep in a parking spot. As I pulled the keys out of the ignition, I soon realized that I did not have my wallet, I think Jen still was holding onto it. “Adam, I don’t have my wallet,” I said starting to slightly panic, how could I have forgotten?
“What? how could you have forgotten that” Adam said surprised.
“I think Jen put it in my diaper bag, I think,” I said trying to retrace the last memory I had of it. After a few seconds, I heard Adam laughing.
“Don’t worry, your wife gave it to me. And you are going to need to earn that diaper bag,” Adam said still laughing as he hopped out of the car.
Lunch was light, but I did manage to eat. Adam was right, the burger place was delicious, but their burgers were too big for me. I ended up eating barely half with a handful of fries. I tried to not eat too much because I knew Jen was still going to expect me to eat something for dinner. Our conversations did however turn off the topic of my reverse potty training and onto normal bantering about our work and cars. I also told him about Nichola’s Porsche, letting him know that he was planning to stop by eventually. It was nice to get out of the house and just relax, maybe Jen and Alice were right, I need to take more time to let loose and not bury myself in work.
Lunch only lasted a quick thirty minutes before we were both done, but after my large cup of soda, I was quickly needing to go to the bathroom. Adam of course did not let me pay for lunch and as we started to slide out of our booth, I was practically doing the potty dance. “Adam, I need to go to the bathroom,” I said quietly so only he could hear me.
“Come on, I think it’s over this way,” Adam said gently guiding me to the restroom. Adam has never judged me for being a bedwetter, and always treated me as if it was just a normal thing. Even when he found out that Jen took over and started to diaper me, he never judged. Why would I think that he would ever judge me for working towards being diapered during the daytime? Adam held the door open for me and let me go to the bathroom by myself. Last couple of days, Jen was in the bathroom with me and made sure to keep me company, though I never got praised for using the potty like she did when I went in my diapers. This bathroom was a single-use bathroom but still had a little bit of space. As I stood there staring at the toilet, I remembered this past weekend, the last time I was in the bathroom alone, I made the wrong choice. As I stood there with my pants undone, ready to use the toilet, I just froze. It’s not that I couldn’t do it, I did not want to do it. I wanted to be Mommy’s little boy again. I want to make Mommy proud and make the right choice this time. Adam was right, I needed to man up, though it was more like baby up.
I did my pants back up, turned, and walked out the door. I found Adam Standing guard, “I um, didn’t need to go,” I said calmly and as confidently as I could.
“Are you sure, you did drink quite a bit?” Adam asked, but ultimately just shrugged it off. “How about we head back to the house and hang out while we wait for Jen to get back?” We both walked out of the burger joint, making our way back to the jeep. I am not sure if he could tell I was still needing to potty but I did here him ask, “You good to drive, buddy?”
I shook my head yes, hopped up in the driver’s seat, and brought my Jeep back to life. Adam hopped in his seat and patted my shoulder. As we started our way back to the house, I started to think. I do want to be Mommy’s baby, I really do. “Thank you, Adam, for taking me out for dinner,” I told him as I steadied my nerves. I did not get far from the restraint before my bladder just could not hold anymore, I was just happy I was able to make it to the jeep and on the road. When I took the next left, my bladder stole my attention making me hit a pothole in the road, the sudden bounce and jerk obliterated my last hold on the latch to the floodgates. I was able to regain my control of the Jeep, that was easy, but my bladder, that was a different story. I tried to pretend nothing happened, but it was useless.
“Looks like someone needed to potty after all,” Adam said somehow encouragingly. It was such an odd feeling to get praised for wetting myself. As I heard Adam’s voice, I knew that I was ok and I did not make the wrong choice, however, I still felt compelled to apologize.
I took a shallow breath and started to say, “I’m sorry, I could not hold it any longer.”
“Nothing to be sorry for, accidents happen. However, I did not see you taking my advice so seriously and quickly,” I heard Adam say from my passenger seat. “I am glad that your jeep seats are vinyl. Are you sure you are, ok? You look a little dazed, you still going potty?”
“Ya, I am done. I am just worried why Mommy was acting so weird, I know I am an adult, but I miss her babying me,” I admitted. “I still can’t believe I did that.” The drive back to the house was just as comforting, with the jeep doors and top-off, the wind kind of aired my wet shorts out.
“I knew you had it in you,” Adam said proudly. “And don’t look too deeply into why Jennifer was treating you that way. To be honest, when you never even attempted to pee your pants, she thought you did not want the same thing she wanted. She was trying to respect your choice to want to use the potty.” Before long we pulled into my neighborhood, turning right and left to find the street my house was on.
“Yeah, I get that, but I still like her coddling me,” I responded.
“Did you tell her that?” Adam asked. I looked guilty; I did not tell her how I felt. Jen did and let me have my freedom to let me do things at my own and my own pace. I just took it and ran.
The drive back to the house was a lot livelier, this time I communicated, still wet my pants, and got nothing but praise and smiles. I pulled up to the house and parked behind Adam’s car on the street. “When I get some dry clothes, you mind helping pull the car out and put the jeep in the garage,” I asked turning the jeep off.
“Sure,” I hear Adam say as we both hopped out and made our way to the house. After I unlocked the door, we both went in and took our shoes off. Once I had my shoes off, I froze in my tracks, am I supposed to clean myself up by myself?
“Um, Adam,” I said with a shaky voice. “I don’t know where Mommy keeps my underpants.” Adam just smiled and winked at me, placed his warm hand on my back, and led me upstairs. Out of all the time he and I have been friends, he has never once diapered me or done anything of the sort. He has seen me and made sure I wore protection when I slept at his house, but he just let me be comfortable in my skin with no judgment. But at that moment he winked at me made me realize that Jen truly asked him to help be my secondary caregiver and he said yes. Adam directed me to Jen and I’s room and stopped me at the entrance of our private bathroom. A lot of things went on in my head up to this point, but as I stood there in front of the bathroom, I could only think that if Jen was Mommy, Alic was Aunty, Jessica was my sitter, Isabella was Grammy, and Nichola was just Nichola. What is Adam? I stood there like a helpless faun as Adam cared for me and helped me out of my wet clothes as I was lost in my thoughts. My brain almost lagged for a moment before reacting and trying to cover myself as I started to hear Adam’s deep voice.
“How about a quick shower to clean off and by the time you get out you will have some clean clothes to wear,” Adam said, nearly reminding me of Jen and how she cares for me.
I tried to not take long to clean but I kept getting lost in thoughts. When I was finally done, I found a towel within reach and clothes on the bed. I put my clothes on, not drying my hair, and made my way downstairs. When I rounded the bottom of the steps and headed to the kitchen, Adam and I locked eyes, he instantly put his phone down and waved me over. “Thanks for the clothes,” I said, not knowing what to say.
“Well, I found your Mommy’s stash of stickers, how about you put a gold star on your chart,” Adam said proudly like a proud parent.
That’s right I wet myself when he and I were out, this is my first gold star. “You going to let me put it on? Mommy has been putting all my stickers on herself,” I said excitedly. I quickly realized that I was getting way too excited and tried to hold my emotions in, I may want to be Mommy’s baby, but I still wanted to be cool when I was with Adam. Not sure how logical that thought was when I peed my pants in front of him but still.
Adam handed me the small sheet of stickers containing four rows of gold stars, “Go on buddy, put a gold star on there for Mommy to see later,” Adam encouraged me. I did my best to put a star on my potty chart as cool as any toddler could, I still could not smile as I finally got a star. “Good job,” Adam said as I handed him the sheet of stars back.
I watched Adam disappear into the office for a moment, probably putting the stars up. For a little while I felt like I did when Mommy was babying me, with nothing but love, praise, and comfort. If wetting my pants gets this and makes me feel this good, I think I can do my best to move forward.
***
Since I left Charlie in the care of Adam, I took the time to stop in the office, there were a few things that needed to be done that could not be done at the house. However, I got a text from Adam sometime later saying that Charlie ate half of his burger and some fries, but that was about it. It made me happy that Charlie was being good for Adam, but somehow, he always has been. I did not want to go back home yet, I wanted to let Adam have some alone time with Charlie. When I eventually left work, I ended up at Jessica’s house, only a few blocks away from Charlie and I’s house. I honestly wanted to catch up with my friend, I was so glad that she finally moved back. Our conversations started normally, we traded work stories, talked about the different places that we have traveled, and then of course we talked about guys. The last conversation led to dumping the stress of the last few days with trying to reverse his potty training.
“Jennifer, quit second-guessing yourself. You are doing the right thing, Charlie will come around,” my friend Jessica said trying to reassure me.
“I know, it’s just hard to keep myself from telling him no. I don’t want him to use the potty, I want my baby to be diapered, safe, and comforted; I want to make sure he is taken care of,” I said with a hint of sadness in my voice. “I wonder what he and Adam are up to, it’s been a few hours. Do you think Charlie ate lunch?” I did not know what was coming over me, ever since I let Charlie wear big boy undies it’s like he did not want me to baby him anymore. That thought alone made my heart sink into my stomach, but I still wanted to be a good partner and slowly just started to treat him like he was just an adult. I felt Jessica’s hand on my knee, which made me turn my focus back to our conversation.
“Jennifer he is fine, Adam will make sure your little boy is all taken care of,” Jessica said confidently, trying to bring a smile to my face. “Didn’t you say that Adam was offended that you did not ask him first, that right there shows that he cares for the little guy,”
Jessica was halfway right, “He was not offended, just off put when I told him I hesitated to ask him. He reassured me though that Charlie will need someone to be able to lean on outside of Mommy and what better person than his best friend?” I said as I recalled the memory of Adams and I’s past conversation. I was hoping by asking Adam to take some time to talk to Charlie he could see what he was thinking, plus I know I have kept Charlie cooped up as of late, trying to give him the comfort of home to take the first step and try and pee his pants. I did try and just relax and let the boys do their thing.
“Either way, the few times I met him in college he seemed to be good for Charlie,” Jessica agreed before smiling and shaking her head giggling. “I still cannot get over the fact that Adam wanted to help care for the little shortcake. You did tell him that means changing diapers, right?”
Her comment only made me smile, “Jessica, he was for it all. I can not explain the bond that those two have, to be honest, if I had not called by the end of the week, I am sure I would have gotten a phone call asking how he was.” The thought of Adam getting worried about Charlie only made me smile more.
“Call you, why?” Jessica asked, trying to understand my last comment. “Why wouldn’t he just call Charlie?
“Told Adam that I was going to be taking Charlie’s phone away from him so he would not be tempted to try and work remotely,” I explained simply. With the thought of calling, I pulled out my phone and saw what time it was. “Well, I probably should be getting home,” I said standing up.
“Well don’t be a stranger, and next time you need a break please let me watch the little guy,” Jessica standing up herself. We both hugged and I slipped my flats on before walking out the door. As I hopped in the SUV, I looked back at the car seat that was still strapped in. I am not sure that Charlie would ever come around to that, though I did tell him he did not have to sit in it anymore if he did not want to. I turned the engine on and backed out of the driveway. It only took a few minutes to get to the house and pull in next to Charlie’s Blue sports car.
“I guess Charlie put the Jeep back in the garage,” I said to myself, wondering if they took the Jeep or the blue car to go get food. After hopping out of the SUV and walking to the door, I hesitated to open the door, trying to think positive thoughts. Outside of that one text, Adam has not messaged anything about Charlie.
I shook my head, trying to clear my head. Why was I so worried about Charlie, he may be my little, but he is still capable of taking care of himself. . . kind of. I almost feel about as smothering as my mother. With a clear head, I walked inside with a smile on my face, expecting to see the boys hanging out or something. But the house was empty. I slipped my shoes off, set my purse by the door, and carefully started to walk to the kitchen to get to the back of the house. As I stood at the back door, I could see Adam and Charlie sitting outside just chatting away. Adam spotted me first and nodded his head in hello, making Charlie turn to see who he was nodding to. “Well, hello there, you boys having fun?” I asked as I opened the back door, making my way over to where they were.
“You just in time, we were about to send a search and rescue team out to see if you got lost doing your errands,” Adam said jokingly. I watched Charlie jump up and run to me and practically tackle me in a hug.
“I missed you, Mommy,” Charlie said as he held on tight to my waist. I hugged him back, holding back a small tear of joy. What could have gotten into him to cause this, normally he does not run to hug me after a few hours. Once Charlie finally let go and stepped back, I noticed he was not wearing the same shorts and shirt he was wearing when I left.
“Charlie,” I said, easily capturing my little one’s attention. “What happened to the clothes you were wearing when I left?” I asked inquisitively. Charlie’s mood instantly changed, and I could see his cheeks getting red. I watched as Charlie folded his hands together and looked back at Adam, almost for courage. “Charlie?” I said, trying to get him to look back at me.
“I um, did not make it to the bathroom,” I heard Charlie say before diverting his eyes.
“We were out eating burgers and he got a little distracted, he almost made it but just not fast enough,” Adam said, trying to help Charlie explain what happened. I took a moment and stared into Adam’s Deep blue eyes, trying to see what he did to get Charlie to get him to finally move in the right direction. All I could do was a faint smile and him glancing at Charlie, making me look at him myself.
I bent down to get to his level, and I pulled him in for another hug, “Oh, honey, don’t be upset, accidents happen to everyone,” I told him sweetly. I released him from my hug and looked at him, “I am so proud of you, I know this must have been hard for you. Just know that no matter what I will always be here for you and help.” I could not help but start to inspect Charlie, “Did Adam help you get cleaned up,” I asked as I smoothed a wrinkle from his shirt.
Charlie went to hold my hand and pulled me over to the lawn chairs where Adam was still sitting. “I am fine, I kind of froze and forgot to ask for help but Adam was there and made sure that I was good to go,” Charlie said sounding more confident than embarrassed. “Adam even let me put a gold star on my chart.”
“Did he now?” I said acting surprised. I am not sure what Adam did, but I am finally seeing my little boy again. I could tell he was still a bit embarrassed about saying he wet his pants, but I think the more he realizes it’s not that big of a deal the more he will relax. I am almost positive that my Charlie will be having a lot more ‘accidents’ from henceforth.
“Well, I best get going,” Adam started to say, turning my attention back to him. “Were you able to get everything you needed done?”
I only smiled and said, “Yes, thank you for watching Charlie for me.” I watch Adam get up and stretch.
“No problem, my pleasure,” I heard Adam say as he waved his goodbyes and walked around the house. Charlie and I watched him as he disappeared from our view, waiting to hear his car start up and take off. Eventually, I turned to Charlie and just smiled, I was so proud of him.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, already know his question. I could only laugh as I watched his happy smile quickly turn to a look of disgust.
“No, not really,” Charlie told me truthfully, “When we do eat, can I just have a small plate, the burger was really big.”
“Well, how about we just go watch a movie and we can just have a little bit of a late dinner, nothing special,” I said, knowing that would earn me a smile. I stood up and held my hand out for Charlie to take. We went back inside and about halfway to the living room I noticed that Charlie was fidgeting and was almost bouncing. “Honey, you ok,” I asked.
Charlie waited for a second before looking up and saying, “Ya, I am fine.”
“Honey, when was the last time you went potty?” I asked realizing that he was not fine and practically doing the potty dance.
“At the restraint,” Charlie said as he slowly stood up straight again. “I did not have to go potty earlier till I got up and started moving.” Charlie just looked up at me longingly, his cheeks slowly turning a faint shade of red.
“Charlie, let’s try and go potty really quick, it’s not good for you to hold it like that,” I told him to lead him over to the downstairs potty. I opened the door and ushered my little boy in before going in myself to make sure he was ok. Charlie to a step to the toilet and just stood there staring at it. “Honey, do you want help?” I asked concerned, he was not moving to use the toilet or trying to wet himself. I took Charlie’s silence as a cry for help, so I bent down and helped him pull his shorts down and scooted him closer to the toilet. “Charlie, I promise you it will be ok, just go potty sweetie,” I told him, trying to get him to relax.
Out of nowhere, Charlie turned to me, nearly tripping with his pants partially down and falling into my arms. Charlie then started to cry profusely, “I dOn’T wAnT tHe PoTtY MoMmY!” I heard him say threw his tears.
I held him tight, trying to soothe him, “Shh, it’s ok honey,” I said, rubbing his back. Suddenly Charlie’s tears were not the only thing that was getting me wet. I think that Charlie realized what he was doing at the same time I did because his tears only got worse. The only thing I could do was just hold him tight and soothe him as he finished wetting himself, “It’s ok, baby, it’s ok. Just let it out.” Once I felt him finished peeing, I gently pulled him back, trying to wipe the tears from his eyes. “Are you ok, baby?”
I watched as Charlie started to calm down and catch his breath. “I’m sorry Mommy, I did not mean to,” Charlie said sorrowfully as I watched him look down at me and see that he was not the only one wet from his accident. I could tell that he was barely holding his emotions, I just pulled him into another hug, letting him know that he did not do anything wrong.
“Baby you don’t need to apologize, you did nothing wrong. Maybe big boy underwear was a bad idea,” I said soothingly, letting him know that he was not going to need to worry about the big bad potty anymore. “You baby, how about a nice bubble bath to soothe those tears”
The End of Descent into Diapers – Chapter Fifteen.
If you want to read more stories about ABDL boys you can find a list here: Diaper Boys – Index