    Nappies for Mumps!

    When I was about six weeks off my 12th birthday I got the mumps. I was
    very ill and had to stay in bed for several weeks. One of the worst
    bits was that all my glands swelled up, particularly the ones in my
    groin. When I was almost better I wanted to get up, and my mum really
    wanted me out of bed, but the doctor said it was dangerous for me to
    walk around with the groin glands still so swollen. Mummy asked him if
    there was anything that could be done, and I heard him telling her in a
    low voice that for younger kids, about four and maybe up to five,
    putting a nappy on the sick child worked as it supported the glands and
    they did not sag. But he said for a nearly 12 year old you would have
    to put two or three nappies on him for it to work. When the doctor had
    gone my mummy sat on the bed and told me what he had said, although I
    already knew and was frantically trying to think of reasons why it
    shouldn’t happen.

    But mummy was decided and she told me 'We' were going to try it. I had
    two younger brothers, aged nine and five, and my mummy has had her
    share of nappy stuff. Unlucky for me, the nappies, dozens of them were
    still in the storage wardrobe on the landing outside my room.

    My mum went out of the room and soon returned with a bundle of nappies,
    white cotton with a red border which I remembered so well. I had even
    changed my youngest brother a few times under mummy’s supervision. She
    pulled the bedclothes off, and not listening to my protests, told me to
    take off my pajama bottoms, which I told her I didn’t want to do so she
    asked me if I wanted to be spanked, sick or not.

    So I took off my bottoms, and she pushed my top up so I was almost
    naked. Then she lifted my legs up and put the folded nappies, there
    were two of them folded together under me and let my legs down again.
    Then she pulled the nappy up between my legs, and all of a sudden I got
    a fantastic thrill down there.

    I became excited and felt my willy tingling as she pinned my nappy on
    first one side, then the other, then back to the first one to tighten
    it, then she also tightened the other side and tucked it in al around
    so that it supported the glands, and also increased the tight fit which
    I was loving!

    I tried not to show my pleasure but it felt great! She helped me to
    dress in loose short pants and a tee shirt, and then I was allowed to
    sit in the living room and watch telly for the first time in weeks!
    Mummy promised it would be our secret, and showed me how to loosen one
    side to go to the toilet, but warned me to be sure it was always on
    good and tight and if it wasn’t to ask her for help. But a bit of a
    disaster.

    I fell asleep, and while I was sleeping my younger brothers came in
    from school and say me lying on the sofa. My tee shirt had drifted up
    my back, and my shorts had drifted down, so I awoke to hear my younger
    brother shouting in glee “Look - Paul is wearing a nappy!”

    “Wow! is he back t being a baby?”

    “Can I change him if he’s wet?”

    That was as far as he got as Mummy grabbed him and gave him a few hard
    smacks on his five-year-old fanny and gave the younger boys a lecture
    on how sick I had been and that the nappy was more a bandage as a
    support for the swollen glands. Tears rolling down his cheeks, my
    brother apologised while the older one, nine and worldly wise just
    looked on and wondered.

    I fell into a routine of being able to manage the nappy over the next
    few days, and didn’t often need help. Mummy would dress me in the
    mornings just to be sure but I managed the rest myself. On the
    following Saturday, I'll never forget the day I was up before my
    brothers and having had my breakfast, sat down to watch the telly as I
    did most mornings, as I still got pretty tired after my illness. I fell
    asleep, and while I was asleep I dreamed that the nappy I was wearing
    was for real and that I was only a baby, and that it was normal to pee
    in a nappy.

    I don't know how long I was asleep, but my little brother woke me again
    this time screaming at the top of his voice, ”Mummy come here quick!
    Paul had wet his pants and nappy!”

    In horror I woke up to feel all wet around my bottom and nether regions
    and looking down I could see my short pants were soaked. My mummy was
    furious, but tried be to calm and told the boy to stop. She grabbed me
    and almost lost it when she saw I had wet the sofa. She pulled me up
    the stairs muttering under her breathe things I couldn’t hear. I was
    close to tears as she took me into the bathroom, took off my tee shirt
    and then my sandals and sodden socks and then opened my pee-soaked
    shorts and told me to stand in the bath. She then unpinned the soaking
    nappy and threw it and the shorts into a bucket beside the toilet and
    she then proceeded to sponge the bits of me that head been drowned in
    my pee.

    Then she got a towel and dried me. She laid the towel on the floor and
    told me told on it and wait for her. I was aware of my two younger
    brothers had witnessed all this, as my mummy came back into the
    bathroom and knelt beside me. To my horror she produced a big tin of
    baby powder which she proceeded to spread all over my front, and then
    she lifted my legs and did the bit in the middle.

    Now I was starting to sob at the humiliation of it all, being powdered
    like a baby in front of two much younger boys. Mummy told me to turn
    over, and she powdered my bottom with loads of powder. Then she turned
    me over again and lifted my legs and pushed a really thick nappy, I
    think there were three folded twice, under my bottom and pulled them up
    and pinned them tightly on me. They were so thick my legs were well
    spread and I wondered if I would be able to walk.

    I was really crying now and mummy was saying mean things to me about
    being a big baby. Then again to my horror I felt her pulling a pair of
    plastic pants over my feet and up my legs. I had to lift my bottom
    again to let her pull the pants into place. I had to stand then while
    she tucked the plastic pants in all around in case I had another
    accident she said, to my horror, I felt I had to go to the loo but in
    my upset state I couldn’t say it, and I didn’t want to go through that
    whole routine again so I just held it in thinking I would go when she
    had left me alone. Then another bombshell-- she told me that because of
    what had happened I would in future have to ask her to bring me to the
    toilet If I wanted to go as it was now more complicated with the
    plastic pants and all, and I cried more and more as my kid brothers
    could barely stop from laughing out loud at my discomfort. Finally my
    mum said I would have to wait for my shorts to be washed before putting
    on pants again and anyway baby boys don't need pants while they are at
    home. This caused me to burst out crying like a baby does and tears
    flooded down my face.

    My mum then gave me a tee shirt belonging to my nine-year-old brother,
    which didn’t even come to the top of my nappy and told me to go and
    watch telly, to sit on a wooden chair, and that I was lucky not to have
    been given a hard spanking for all the trouble I had caused. I sadly
    still blubbering made my way to the living room. All of a sudden a
    series of sobs shook my body, I was really heartbroken at my fate
    hearing my brothers whispering about me as they followed behind mocking
    my walk which was now a waddle because of the thick nappy I had on, and
    again disaster. With one of the sobs, I started to pee again. I
    panicked but I couldn’t stop it! I flooded the nappy hoping that the
    thicker one would not let it show through.

    Then the unthinkable, as I wet, I cried even harder and in horror felt
    the need to poo and again trapped by the two boys behind it came out
    slowly at first then in a flood I shit my nappy like a six-month-old
    and my older brother spotted it. “Wow. He’s pooping his nappy!” he
    shouted in delight!!!! Mummy came into the room and saw my nappy was
    soaked - easy to see through the clear plastic! She turned me around
    and saw the big bulge at the back.

    “We have a bit to go with you, haven’t we?” she said as she led me back
    to the bathroom. “You two better come with me,” she said to my
    brothers. “I'm going to show you how to change Paul's nappy in case I'm
    not here and he needs changing.”

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