Descent into Diapers – Chapter Eleven
I am not sure about anyone else, but sleep is not always my friend. Some days are better than others and Jen has been a help in making sure that I have more good nights than crummy nights. I mean when you are a bedwetter pretty much all your life and you want to try and have a social life outside of the childish issue that you seem to never grow out of, you learn to do what you can to cheat the system. For me, that was either not keeping myself hydrated, which Jen put a stop to that for me, or just not sleeping.
Last night was another one of those good nights. The light of the morning sun was the first thing that brought me from the world of slumber to the waking world of the conscious. Most mornings I am up before the sun, but occasionally my body lets me sleep in. To be honest, I am not even sure that what happened last night was real, was it? As my eyes open, I take in the familiar sight of my bedroom. The only thing missing was my wife, but I am sure she is probably just downstairs in her office, answering emails that seem to not be able to wait till Monday.
I sit up in bed with a stuffed bunny clutched in my arms and . . . what is in my mouth? I reach up and pull out a large pacifier. What on earth is that doing in my mouth? Wait, did last night actually happen? The memory of what happened just hours ago flooded my mind, Jen bamboozled me into drinking from my bottle again. No, not my bottle, just a bottle. I need to tell her that this is not cool, I am an adult. I am not a child; sure, the diapers are one thing but come on.
As I jump out of bed, gravity makes me very aware of the state that my diaper is in, wet again. Waking up wet is a very normal thing but when it is combined with me holding on to a plushie and a pacifier bobbing up and down makes me feel smaller than I am. Spotting my shorts as I reach the end of the bed, I slip them over my diaper and waddle my way out of our bedroom, avoiding the mirror that shows me still holding on to the bunny in my left arm and the pacifier clutched in my right fist, still wet from my saliva. Reaching the top of the stairs I see another part of last night’s memory, the baby gate. Luckily the baby gate door was cracked open, and I did not have to figure out how it worked, yet.
Before opening the gate door, I turn my head back to the bedroom and then to the spare bedrooms to make sure that Jen is not going to jump out as soon as I break through the childish barrier and go downstairs. I don’t know why but it seemed like every step I took down the flight of stairs made the butterflies in my stomach flutter harder. At the bottom of the stairs I froze, who was Jen talking to in the other room? With silent steps, I sneak through the doorway into the kitchen and spot Jen with a cup of coffee sitting across the table from Jessica with her cup of coffee.
Jessica spotted me first and just gave me the warmest smile before Jen turned her head and smiled just as big. “Mommy,” I said inquisitively, before turning to and greeting our guest, “Jessica.”
“You sleep good?” Jessica said simply as she kept smiling at me.
I actually did sleep well, but her question made me almost blush because of what I held in my right hand. “I guess so,” I replied trying to hide my emotions. I turned to Jen and started to walk closer to the table where she and Jessica sat, “Mommy, can I ask you a question?”
“Of course, honey,” Jen told me with a soft voice, reaching her arms out for a hug. I reciprocated the hug and took in the sweet scent of Jen’s hair, I loved how it always smelled of lavender and jasmine. I took a step back and watched her as she glanced up and down my body, “I am sorry but, baby, those shorts are too small and do nothing to hide your diaper. Not that I think you need to hide your diaper at home, but I know you like your modesty,” she informed me with a caring smile.
Jen seemed to always know what to do to make me blush, I tried to pull the front of my shirt down but realized what I wanted to ask before she distracted me. “Why was this in my mouth,” I asked as I held out my right hand, presenting her with the pacifier that held.
I did not think that I would see Jen smile so big, I almost wanted to say that she was blushing herself, but I saw more love in her eyes than embarrassment. “Well, you fell asleep halfway through your bottle last night and when the bottle was empty you were still sucking on it. So instead of you sucking on dry air, I pulled out your binky from my nightstand and put it in your mouth,” she said simply as if it was a normal thing. “I am glad you kept it in, I wonder if you slept better because of it?”
My blush quickly turned to a scowl, “I don’t need some pacifier to sleep at night, I am an adult, not some baby.” I handed her the pacifier and crossed my arms, with the bunny hanging there in the middle of my chest.
“Of course, you are an adult, Charlie,” Jenifer said, taking the pacifier as she tried to hold her giggle. “I only mean baby as a term of endearment, I don’t mean to belittle you,” she informed. “But I will say you look rather adorable laying in my arms with your bunny and binky in your mouth.”
My cheeks turned another shade of red, “Mommy, stop, that’s not nice,” I told her firmly as I tried to hide the bunny. It was almost like she was trying to get a rise out of me. Once she saw my slight frustration, she reached in for another hug, but this one was a lot more sinister. I was soon trapped in Jen’s with no way of escaping, soon her slender finger found the soft tissue between my ribs and started to tickle me. Instantly the sensation of her touch made me explode in laughter, and with my arms behind me trying to hide the bunny I could not even defend myself. “Ha ha ha, stop, ha ha ha ha,” I said trying to plead with my captor. As soon as it happened, it was over just as fast, I stood there panting in exhaustion with a smile on my face.
“There it is my Charlie’s wonderful smile,” Jen said as if she had never seen me smile before. “I am sorry I did not ask you if you wanted your binky, but I promise it was met with all good intentions.”
“It’s ok Mommy, it was not bad. It was just weird and different, though I am not sure I need it,” I said in a level tone, catching my breath from all the laughing.
“Binky or not I think you are just adorable there, Shortcake,” Jessica said as she reached for the stuffed bunny that was now dangling from my left hand. “So, who is your little friend?”
“Oh, that,” I started to say, letting her take the bunny in her hands to inspect. “It’s just a bunny that Mommy gave me. It does not have a name,” I informed her.
Almost instantly she looked appalled at what I said, “You can’t call your friend here an ‘it,’ that is not nice, and not having a name is just as bad. He needs a name, like Mr. Nibbles.”
“He? How do you know it’s a boy?” I said confused about what Jessica was trying to get at. “It is just a plushie.”
With a gasp, Jessica pulled the bunny into her breast in a loving hug, as if to protect it from me. “Little boys are so cruel,” Jessica said to Jen as if tattling on me. “I thought you said he loved your gift.”
With slight regret and a furrowed brow, “I am sorry, your right it’s not an ‘it’. But how can you tell if it’s he or she?”
Jessica turned back to me with a gentle smile, I also saw Jen there just watching our conversation. “You got to see with your heart, Shortcake, use your imagination. Your Mommy gave you your bunny so you would always have a part of her with you,” Jessica explained with passion.
I just stood there dumbfounded, I came down here to tell Jen I was an adult and here I am arguing with Jessica, my new babysitter apparently, about a stuffed bunny’s name. “Fine, but since it came from Mommy then it’s probably a girl bunny,” I told Jessica. I saw her smile soften as she saw me come around to her way of thinking. “And her name with be Lady Francesca Galbraith,” I said confidently. I am not sure where the name came from, it just popped into my head, but blurting out that name did make Jessica look at me like a deer in headlights. I giggled a little and said, “Frankie for short.”
Jessica’s face softened as she processed the name, “Well, you make sure you take care of Lady Frankie. OK, Shortcake,” she said as she handed me my bunny back.
I took my bunny back and looked between them, “Mommy, please may I use your computer to finish my essay, I think I may have enough words to complete it.”
Jen smiled at me and reached for my pad of paper that was still on the table from last night, “Sure, and while you are doing that, I will make breakfast,” she asked handing me my handwritten essay.
I took the tablet from Jen and looked at her as if trying to plead my way out of eating, “It’s too early for food.”
“We are going to my parent’s house tonight for dinner,” Jen started to say cautiously, “if you eat well for me at breakfast, I will let you slide through lunch without a word.”
When Jen said that I instantly knew I was in for an interesting day. Normally it would not be that bad; in the past, Jen did just as she said, eat breakfast, skip lunch, and eat well at the in-laws. Jen’s mom is a beast and will make sure I eat whether I want to or not, she already thinks I am underfed by how little I am. But this will be the first time I am over there since I found out they know about everything there is between Jen and me. Just like she was guessing, my appetite disappeared, “Do I have to go,” I asked pleading to her.
“You will need to face them sooner or later, let’s get it out of the way now. I promise it won’t be that bad,” Jen said sorrowfully. She must have seen the turmoil in my face at the thought of facing her parents. “Just finish your essay, so you can be done, you are a fast typer anyway. I will get you for breakfast when it’s ready, and when everything is done, we can talk about it ok? But I think you should go tonight,” Jen said calmly.
I simply nodded my head and turned for the office. I knew if I did not want to truly go Jen would not make me. But she was not wrong, Nichola Calegari, Jen’s father, is my main investor in Red Tail Aviation and I will not be able to avoid him forever. Though Nichola is not who I am afraid of, it would be his wife, Isabella. At first, they were skeptical about me dating their daughter, but once they saw I was not like most guys, and I stuck with her they quickly saw me as a part of the family.
Isabella always made sure that I ate something when I was over, she thought I did not eat enough and wanted to make sure that her son-in-law was getting enough food. Also, Jen not only looks like her mother, but she shares the same passion as her as well. Though that similar passion usually classes together and they both have heated discussions about me when I am there. They both reassured me they were not fighting; they were just talking. Most of the time I just escaped their heated duel of words in Nichola’s study where he and I let our wives finish ‘talking.’ The study was also where Nichola kept his scotch, which always went well with dinner.
I sat at the computer and pulled up the program so I could start typing my essay. Jen was right though; I was rather fast at typing. For me, it was relaxing, like writing is for others. With my paper in just the right place, I stretch and crack my fingers before hovering my fingers just above the keyboard. Typing not only relaxes me but also helps me think, and when I was typing my essay, I was doing just that.
I know I should have come clean and told Jen I was having issues with going potty in my diapers in public. But there must be a better way to ease myself into this whole thing of being diapered full-time. When I am at home it is different, I have the comfort of my own home and the knowledge that Jen will always be there to clean me up. But in public knowing that I don’t have that security and privacy is just rather unsettling. I mean you cannot potty train overnight, how can I essentially diaper-train myself overnight?
As I sat there and typed my essay, I was about finished till I felt an uncanny presence hovering over me. I looked over my shoulder and saw Jen watching me type away, “Oh, hey Mommy,” I said trying not to sound startled.
“You ready for breakfast,” she asked.
“I am almost done; can I finish really quick?” I asked pleading my case, trying to swindle out of breakfast.
I watch Jen flip threw my pages of the essay, “You are only halfway done, please come eat then you can come back and finish.” As she finished telling me a long-winded ‘No’ I saw her hands quickly press a couple of keys and essentially lock the computer. “Your waffles are going to get cold,” she said watching to make sure I was following her to the kitchen.
Once I reached the table, I saw that Jessica moved over one seat to let me sit where she was. I sat down next to her; she was either on the same cup of coffee or on her second cup. I also noticed that Jen had already set out plates for the three of us, and Jen’s cup of coffee was replaced with a glass of water. Turning my head to find Jen, I saw her come over to the table with a stack of waffles over to the table and set them down in the middle of the three of us.
The scent of waffles always brought back good memories of my dad and his famous recipe. It took Jen some begging to get my dad to share with her, though I am glad he did. “Mmm, they smell amazing,” I said sniffing the fresh stack of waffles as they passed my nose. I picked up the fork that was sitting next to my plate, contemplating whether I should just stab the whole stack and claim them all for me.
“I see someone find their appetite,” Jen said walking back to the refrigerator, grabbing an empty cup that was sitting on the island counter. “Would you like milk or orange juice, Charlie?”
“Please may I have some coffee,” I ask politely as I can. I watch Jen look at me for a moment contemplating before putting the clean cup back in the cabinet pulling out a coffee cup and filling it up with coffee. I smiled as she also put a little bit of creamer in for me before setting it down next to my plate. “Thank you,” I said with a giant smile.
Jen kissed me on the top of the head and said, “You are welcome.” She then took her place at the head of the table, “Well dig in you two,” she said reaching to take a sip of her drink.
I quickly grabbed the first waffle with Jessica giggling at my eagerness. As Jen and Jessica were filling their plates up and lathering their waffles with syrup, I was looking around to see if Jen had set out the butter. “Where are you going, Shortcake,” Jessica asked as I started to get up to get the butter that was probably hiding in the fridge.
I opened the fridge, grabbed the butter, and was about to shut the door when I saw the strawberry jam sitting on the top of the shelf of the fridge door. I knew I could not reach it and it frustrated me, “Mommy, I need help. I can’t reach the jam,” I said with a huff. I
“How silly of me to forget,” Jen said getting up so she could get the jam for me.
“Thanks,” I said to Jen, trying to be polite. “You can’t have waffles without butter and jam,” I said finally answering Jessica’s question.
“No syrup?” Jessica asked before putting a piece of waffle in her mouth.
I was putting my butter and jam on my waffle about to answer Jessica before Jen pipped up for me, “Every once in a while, I see him eat waffles with syrup, but when he does, he prefers to dip his bites in it rather than slathering it on the whole thing. He says it’s cleaner and keeps the waffle less soggy.”
Jessica in between bites looked down at her plate, “I prefer mine drowned in the surgery goodness myself.”
Breakfast did not take long to eat, my dad’s waffle recipe had a way of keeping conversations to a minimum during breakfast, they were just that good. Jen got me coaxed into eating half a waffle more than my normal just one. By the time I was done, I was glad that Jen was not going to make me dinner, it was going to take all day to be able to make room for anything else in my stomach. Since Jen cooked breakfast I wanted to help clean up, I rinsed all the dishes and shoved the plates in the empty spots of the dishwasher. I also got Jessica to help me put the syrup, butter, and Jam away in the spots Jen liked them. With everything cleaned, I took the last swig of coffee before turning back towards the office to finish my work.
“Not so fast sticky fingers,” Jen said catching my attention. “Please wash your hands, and then go up to brush your teeth before you go back in there,” she instructed.
I rolled my eyes and simply did as she instructed, washing my hands in the kitchen sink before making my way to the stairs. I heard Jen and Jessica start talking again as I made my way up the stairs, I was also sure that I heard Jen rearranging the dishwasher as well. I pushed my way past the open baby gate and to our bedroom’s private bathroom so I could indeed brush my teeth. Soon I was back downstairs and about to walk into the office before I turned to Jen and asked, “Mommy, since breakfast is done, do you think. . .” I started to ask before my voice went soft.
“Come here and let me check your diaper really quick, babe,” she instructed. I waddled over to her and felt her inspect the swollen mass around my waist. “You are rather soggy; I would like for you to poop first if you can?” Jen said in more of a questioning tone.
I looked down at my tummy, I was full, and I knew I was going to need to go later but at my current moment, I did not feel the need to. “Sorry Mommy don’t think she is finished baking yet,” I told her. I also was hoping to hold off till I can finish my essay so I can turn it in and bring up my new proposition.
Mommy simply kissed my forehead and asked, “How long will it take you to finish your essay?”
I thought for a minute before answering, “Not that long, why? You want me to finish that real quick?”
“If you don’t mind, but if you want to, I can change you now,” Jen said, explaining herself.
I looked to the right slightly, thinking about the decision that Jen let me make. I did want to finish my essay and get it over with. I turned back to Jen and simply said, “I can wait till I am done.” With my grownup decision, I earned a passionate kiss on the lips, making my heart melt.
“You sir, go finish your essay so we can have fun today. Ok?” Jen said with passion in her eyes.
I knew what those eyes meant, I happily turned around and went to finish my punishment so I could move on. After making my way back to the desk and settling back down, I log back on to the computer and start typing away where I left off. I was down to the last bit of my essay before I felt the coffee start working its magic. I glanced up to see Jen and Jessica still sitting at the table not paying any mind to what I was doing. I tried to just go back to typing but I was just too distracted. My mind was muddled with needing to go potty and finish my assignment, I finally typed my last word to the last sentence. The last ten minutes felt like an eternity, I quickly glanced at the word count, and I was relieved to see that I made my word quota by one word. At the same time, I hit print was the same time another cramp overpowered my will as my body decided also decided to hit my biological print button. The only thing was I think the printer was done before I was.
I felt so gross, how am I going to get used to this? I grabbed my papers off the printer and slowly waddled out of the office, standing just inside the kitchen. “Mommy, I am done,” I said in a hushed voice. I could not tell if I was blushing, but I felt ashamed of what happened.
I watched Jen try and figure out what I was done with, “Done with your essay?” she asked inquisitively, seeing the papers in my hand, probably trying not to embarrass me.
I looked down avoiding eye contact and told her in a quiet tone, “Yes, and also umm . . .”
Jen magically appeared next to me, gently checking the state of my diaper, “I am so proud of you, Charlie. Good job honey,” she praised me with honey in her voice. She Gently took my essay and set it on the counter of the kitchen island, “I will read that later, you ready for a clean butt?
“I can change him if you want to Jen,” Jessica said, making me look at her as soon as I heard her say it.
“Are you sure?” Jen said back looking in her direction, ignoring my shock. Though I saw this coming, I just did not expect her to be changing me so soon, or this messy.
Jessica just got up and gently grabbed my hand, “Sure, I want to get some practice in, it’s been a while since I was on diaper duty,” she said, probably referring to an old high school job she probably had growing up. “Do you want me to get him dressed while I am at it?”
Jen looked at me for some reason, “You ok with Jessica getting you ready for the day?” she asked.
I just shrugged my shoulders, “I guess so, I am going to have to get used to it anyway, right?” I said with a huff. I did appreciate her asking me but it seemed like she did not leave me much choice.
“Baby, if you don’t want her to change you say something. I asked your opinion and if you say no, I will respect it. But yes, eventually she will be the one to change you, being your babysitter,” Jen said sympathetically. “Remember why you wrote that essay, please communicate your needs.”
I looked up at Jen, and she was right, “Mommy, can you please be the one to change my diaper? Jessica can pick the clothes out if she wants to.”
Jen just smiled and nodded her head, “Yes, I will change you,” she said looking at me before turning to Jessica and asking, “Would you like to pick out Charlie’s clothes for the day?”
“I would love to,” Jessica said, “you keep them in his nursery, right?”
I almost missed it when she said it but when I saw Jen’s eyes get as big as dinner plates, I realized what I had just heard Jessica say. “My what?” I asked in shock, looking up at the person holding my hand still.
I watched Jessica cover her mouth as she realized I had not heard this news yet. “Oops,” was all I heard her say.
I did not know who to look at, Jen seemed to be frozen like a mountain lion trying not to spook her prey, while Jessica stood there realizing her mistake. Jen slowly closed her eyes and just shook her head. “Well, cats out of the bag now,” Jen said as she picked me up.
“Wait, Mommy,” I said a little too late. As I felt hoisted up in the air I clung onto Jen and felt her start walking, making her way out of the kitchen and over to the stairs, with Jessica close behind. Before we started our assent up, I closed my eyes, “Mommy please, I promise not to freak out, I don’t know what you guys are talking about. Please, I can do the stairs myself.” I felt Jen stop, I opened my eyes to see that Jen only had one foot on the steps and was sitting me down so I could walk up the stairs myself, though she did not let go of my hand. “Thank you, Mommy,” I told her with a shaky voice.
“You’re welcome, sweetie,” she said softly. “Just hold on to the railing.”
I did as I was told, one hand on the rail and the other in Jen’s hand that was above my head, leading me up the stairs as she walked behind me. When we made our way through the baby gate we made a right, in the opposite direction of our bedroom. I was about to push the door to the spare bedroom door that we have been using for storage before Jen stopped me and looked at me with nervous eyes. I turned to look behind me at Jessica, you could tell she felt bad and probably thought she messed up big time. “Mommy, when Jessica said nursery, what did she mean?” I asked, turning back towards Jen.
“Please don’t be mad,” Jen said as she pushed the door open.
The End of Descent into Diapers – Chapter Eleven.
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