Published: November 11th 2020, 9:51:17 pm
Sometimes these free-writes seem like continuations of previous free-writes I have written. In those cases I often use elements from both free-writes in the final story file. In this case I could totally see this being a continuation of the party or the friend trap which I wrote some time ago. I really love the idea of someone trying to get out of diapers and everyone they know being totally certain that they should remain in them. I sometimes feel that way myself! Enjoy the free-write!
"Come on big bro! I really have to use the potty! Let me show you I can do it!"
We had had this argument over and over. This time I had been doing the potty dance and begging for a good five minutes to try and avoid having an accident at his college party.
"Okay tell you what," my big brother Jeremy said with a smirk. "You can have a chance to prove you can wear big boy undies without an acident if you find someone who is willing to take off your diaper and put on your undies for you."
I knew I wasn't allowed to take off my own diapers, but I still scoffed at this. My brother just raised his eyebrows as if to say 'take it or leave it' so I took it. All his friends knew about my diapers before they even set foot in the house and I'm sure Jeremy had told them that I needed them. I decided to start with the people I knew who he had invited.
"Hey Jeremy said I could get out of diapers if someone agreed to help. Can you please help me?"
"Sorry, bud. I don't think that's a very good idea."
"Hey guys, can anyone here help me out of my diaper? I want to prove that I don't need em!"
"No can do little guy, you do need em!"
It looked like Jeremy had gotten to my friends as well. I rushed around the party more and more desparate to find someone to help but no one wanted to take responsibility for the accidents they were sure I'd have. And to be honest, I had been in diapers for long enough that I wasn't completely sure myself. It seemed like I'd regularly be surprised to find my diapers very soggy and still warm from a recent wetting, with no recollection of how that happened.
Finally, I couldn't hold it any more. I managed to shuffle off behind the couch before my knees buckled and I filled my diapers. I stifled my groan as the dam finally burst and pee flooded the front of my diaper. It kept coming and I couldn't stop it, even after it began to leak down my legs, causing streaks of wetness to appear on my pants. And that wasn't the worst of it. Those muscles that gave way were also holding back a full load of poop, and I ended up packing the back of my diapers helplessly as it pushed its way out of me and spread out over the padding. I whimpered and finally began to cry as this was happening.
"Hey look! Anthony's pooping his pampers!" called someone.
All conversation stopped as everyone looked my way. There was mixed reaction as some people laughed and others made simpathetic noises.
"I guess it's my turn," said a female voice. I blubbered knowing that I was going to endure the humiliation of being changed by yet another friend.
My friend Alexa appeared and grabbed me by the wrist.
"Come on, sweetie. I'll clean you up. Let's go."
Mercifully she led me upstairs toward my bedroom where my changing table was waiting. It was really more of a nursery than a bedroom at this point - after all I didn't have a bed anymore it had a crib.
"Are you all finished, little guy?" she asked once we reached our destination. I just nodded, and looked down sheepishly. "Okay, then, up we go!"
She lifted me up under my arms. I felt like a child knowing I was small enough for her to do that. When she had me laid down, she took off my pants and untaped my diaper I couldn't bear to look. There was the all the evidence she needed that I realy needed these diapers and should never be allowed to wear undies again.
"Hey, sweetie. Don't worry about it. Accidents happen! You'll feel better once you're in a nice clean diaper and we'll all feel better knowing you're protected."
"But I really don't need them! If someone would just let me out of my diapers and into undies I could prove it!"
"Your pants say different, sweetheart. Your brother said he was thinking of getting rid of pants altogether for you, and I think that was the last straw. But hey, at least that way you won't have as many leaks - cause someone will always be able to see when you need a change!"
This news along with the humiliation of my former crush wiping off my poopy butt set me to crying again. As soon as she had me cleaned up she popped my pacifier in and my cries reduced to sniffles and whimpers.
"I think somebody's a tired baby. Would you like to just go to bed now, honey?"
I nodded. She like many of the people we knew had had her turn at babysitting me in the past, and she knew that any grownup had the authority to do things like put me to bed, feed me, etc. Without another word, I was brought into a big snuggle and told to wrap my legs around her waist so she could carry me to the crib. She did so, and laid me down gently, handing me my stuffed monkey to snuggle.
"There you go, hon. Mr. Monkey will keep you company as you go to sleep. We all love you so much, sweetheart, just remember that we want what's best for you. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and slip up the crib rails. Then, she turned on the mobile above my head to play nursery music for 30 minutes. The last thing she did before she dimmed the lights was to throw my pants into the diaper pail. I snuggled my monkey close and sucked my binkie, and they did make me feel calmer. I could feel my diaper was already a little warm in front. Maybe tomorrow I'd be able to convince my big bro that I didn't need diapers.