MARC AND FRED’S AVENTURES

Chapter 8

Original title: Les aventures de Marc et Fred

Author: bebemanu (bebemanu60@yahoo.fr)

Date: October 2005

Translation: bebemanu (bebemanu60@yahoo.fr)

Date: November 2005

Public: All public

Copyright: bebemanu © 2005

Publication: Tbkingdom.com © 2005 (for the French version)

Deeker.com © 2005 (for the English version)

Summarized: A young boy tells, how his mother, put him back in diapers, at 11 years old.

Reproduction and publication, even partial, prohibited without obtaining the preliminary authorization of the author, the translator, and/or the editor.

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Fred went down and arrived in the living room where his father and his brother were. He advanced towards his little brother and Fred said to him:

-Marc, mom await you to equip you.

-I go there. Marc answered.

He rose and went up to join his mother in his room. Fred sat down beside his father who looked him whit an amused air. He leaned towards him and put his head on his knees. Claude smiles to see his 11 year old big boy diapered and dressed like a 5 year old little boy to come there and hug him by sucking his thumb. He doesn’t say anything and let him do. A few minutes later, Fred turned to his father and said to him:

-Dad, could I spend all my weekends equipped like that?

Claude was surprised by Fred’s question and answered him:

-As well, here is a funny idea. Why do you want to spend your weekends equipped and dressed like a toddler?

-Because I like to be equipped like that. Fred answered timidly.

-And well... If I had known that one day my son would ask to become again a little boy, or a baby, I wouldn’t have believed it. What do you like in the fact of being equipped and dressed like a little boy my darling?

-All.

-How that?

-I like to have a diaper on my buttocks, and to have clothes like those there, with drawings above.

-I see. Therefore, if I well understand, you would like to be able to spend all your weekends with a diaper, equipped and dressed like a little boy?

-Yes dad... Fred answered while reddening.

-And well, that has at least the merit to be clear.

-You well want dad?

-I don’t know my darling. It’s not the kind of things which I expected.

-Please.

-And if we must leave, or if ever we are invited somewhere?

-And well I will go, equipped and dressed like that.

-With a diaper and baby clothes?

-Yes. I don't care that the others could see that I have a layer, and that they think that I’m still a baby.

-And well... I really didn’t expect that. Listen to me Fred, I say myself neither yes, nor not. I will speak about it seriously with mom, and we will take a decision. Ok?

-Ok dad.

Fred lengthened and took again the course of the television serial.

Marc just came in his room where his mother awaited him.

-What is there mom?

-Nothing special my darling. I wanted just that you go up so that I equip and dress you to go to the supermarket.

-Oh, okay. I wondered why you called me.

-Then, what will I well be able to put to you?

Camille opened the door of the cupboard, and looked on the racks. She was turned over 30 seconds later, with Marc’s clothes in the hand. She put them with the foot of the bed, and said to Marc:

-Well, let us seeing in which state is this big baby.

She caught Marc by the waist and lengthened him on the bed. Marc twisted laughter under the few tickles of his mother. She removed his pyjamas to him, then opened his onsie, and pull down his plastic pant.

-Well, you really need a diaper change my darling. Your diaper is soaked. It’s the effect of the breakfast.

She withdrew his diaper to him, took wipes and cleaned him as if he was yet only a 3 year old little boy. Marc let himself do, because he liked well that we occupies of him that kind.

Once he was clean, and that she had closed his diaper, she threaded his plastic pant, then his onsie, and said to him:

-Well! How will we dress this baby today?

-I don’t know mom. Marc answered while smiling.

-Me I know!

-Oh, really? And how will you dress me?

-As a baby, quite simply.

Marc started to laugh and asked his mother:

-How is dress a baby mom?

-You’ll know it very quickly my darling. Don’t move, I come back in 5 minutes.

Camille left the room, and went up to the attic. It’s there that she arranged clothing which wasn’t useful, or more. She excavated in several paperboards, and ended up finding what she sought. She looked at clothing attentively that she had under the eyes, and thinks that they should still suit to Marc. She took the paperboard and went down again. When she came in Marc’s room, this one required of his mother:

-What is it mom?

-Your clothes my treasure.

-My clothes? Which ones?

-Those which you wore before.

-Show me!

-2 seconds, please!

Camille inspected the contents of the paperboard and left what to dress Marc. When Marc saw what his mother had in the hands, he looked at her and says to her:

-You will put that to me? But it’s too small mom!

-But not, my darling. When you put them, it was too large for you. Then now, that should suit you.

Camille had left dark green trousers, with elastic size. On these trousers were snaps all along the legs. She had also left a red sweat shirt which had a zip fastener on the left shoulder. Above, there was a drawing of Winnie. Camille started by threading a pair of socks with Marc. She put to him socks with small rabbits above. Then she took the trousers, and threaded it to him. She passed it over his diaper, and it could note that this one suited him perfectly. It also moulded very well his diaper. She asked him to sit down on the edge of his bed, and slipped on the sweat shirt to him. She capped him, and says to him:

-Well, you’re ready!

Marc rose, and put himself in front of the mirror of his cupboard. He burst to laugh when he saw himself.

-Oh, that’s cool! I really seem like a baby like that!

-But you’re a baby my darling! His mother said by taking him in her arms and by kissing him.

-Moreover, it’s seen well that I have a diaper.

-Yes, that, you cannot hide it.

Marc walked a little in front of the mirror and seen that his diaper moved with each step, and that his trousers wouldn’t dissimulate anything. He looked at his sweatshirt and saw that this one arrived just with the lower part of the belt. He walked again while being looked in the mirror, and saw that he now had the step of a real baby. He was glad to be dressed like that. He kissed his mother and went down to join his brother and his father in the living room. When he came in the living room, Fred who been able to prevent oneself from smiling, by seeing his little brother dressed like that. He smiles to him and says to him:

-As well, you’re lucky to have clothing like that.

-Yes. Mom gone to seek them in the attic.

Claude was turned over and been able to prevent himself from laughing when he saw Marc’s clothing.

-Come to see me there my darling. He said to him.

Marc put himself in front of his father and said to him:

-What is there dad?

-I want to look at you. It shows to me odd you both to dress like little boys. It would be said that you have 3 and 5 years old.

-Me I like! Marc answered.

-Me too! Fred answered.

Marc settled on the other side of his father, and put himself in his arms. When Camille came in the living room, she was amused to find his 3 men in the settee. She was able to prevent herself from taking the camera for immortaliser this moment. The boys didn’t move and once the photo made, they insisted both so that their mother takes them in photograph each one their turn. They took various positions, of which some showed clearly that they had a diaper under their trousers. At one moment, they wanted to even lower their trousers so that their mother takes them I in layer. They didn’t do it, but Camille says to them that it had just equipped them. But she had to promise to them to take pics of them this evening, when they will be in layer and onsie, and as once as they will be washed, diapered for the night and in pyjamas. Camille asked them to put their shoes and their windbreaker, and they gone out of the house.

Fred was going to go up in front of the car, as usually, when his mother says to him:

-Fred!

-Yes mom? You go up behind my darling please.

-Why? Usually I go up in front of the car, with you.

-I know, but today you go up behind.

-But why mom?

-But quite simply because the babies don’t have the right to go up in front of the car.

-But I’m not a baby mom!

-Really not? Then can you explain me why you are dressed like a little boy and also what you’re wearing under your trousers, and which are wet?

Fred made a great smile to his mother and says to her:

-Ok, I am a baby and I go up behind…

-Ah, this is wiser.

-But nevertheless I like to have a diaper and to be dressed like today.

-We start to know it my darling.

Fred went up behind, with his brother. They attached both their safety belt, and Camille took the road of the supermarket. Camille parked the car near one of the entries of the supermarket. Marc went to seek a caddie and joined his mother and his brother. Camille smiled to see him walking, because he had really a baby step, and his trousers didn’t hide anything. Everyone could see that Marc was diapered. The trousers of Fred hid his layer a little more than Marc’s one, but without more. But obviously, neither one, nor the other worried to be diapered in full day at their age. We could have said that they even found that normal.

Once entered in the shopping mall of the supermarket, Fred asked his mother if they could go to make a turn in the ray of the toys and CD. Camille answered them not.

-But why mom? Usually we have the right to go there! Fred asked.

-And well, from now, you don’t have any more the right.

-Why, mom? Marc asked.

-Because this week-end, you are 2 little boys who wear diapers and whom the little boys don’t only walk alone in the stores.

-Please mom! Fred asked.

-Not! It’s not worthwhile to insist.

-Then, me, I go up in the caddy! Marc said.

Camille looked at him and said to him:

-Ok, but like you want to go up in the caddy, you will go up in the child’s seat.

Marc looked at his brother and his mother with large round eyes, and started to redden.

-But I will not go up inside of this mom?

-You have to know what you want Marc. If you want to go up in the caddy, it’s in the child’s seat, or nothing.

-Ok… He answered while reddening more.

Camille took him under the arms it put Marc’s feet in the holes of the grid of the caddy. To the great surprise of Marc, he gets up in the child’s seat without problems… His mother looked him while smiling and said to him:

-And well, it has been at least 4 years that you didn’t go up any more in the caddies’ child’s seat…

-Oh, it’s not badly to be sat there.

-Yes, but people will look at you and wonder what a child of your age does sited in the child’s seat.

-I don't care! Me I like to be sat there. He answered while reddening.

Camille again pushed the caddy, but with, this time, a little more difficulties, because Marc was nevertheless rather heavy, although he doesn’t seem his age. It’s true that people, who don’t know it, would give him approximately only 6 years, whereas he just turned eight. Fred walked beside the caddy, and said to himself that his little brother was lucky to still be able to sit down in the child’s seat of the caddy. They crossed the shopping mall, and it’s true that certain people were turned over on their passage. People smiled to see a boy like Marc sitting in the child’s of the caddy. Moreover, he was sucking his thumb, which amplified its pace of baby. At one moment, Fred took refuge behind his mother. His mother realized there, and asked him:

-Why do you hide you Fred?

-Because there is a friend of mine a little further in front. Camille stopped, was turned over towards Fred, and said to him:

-Listen me my darling, it’s you who chose to want to wear some diapers during one day. Then it’s necessary that you assume it. It’s absolutely not used for nothing to hide you. On the contrary, that will appear even odder to your friend, and he is likely to wonder why you hide you.

-Yes, but if he realizes that I wear a diaper?

-And well you can answer him that you have problems with your bladder, or to tell him the truth.

-If I tell him the truth, He’s likely to repeat it to everyone at school.

-It’s a risk my darling.

-And then, there is also the way in which I’m dressed. I wear baby clothes. He’s likely to wonder why I’m dressed like a 5 year old little boy.

-Ah, there, I can’t help you. It’s you who wanted to be dress like a little boy.

-I know mom... Fred answered while reddening.

-Don’t worry. You will see what he will say to you if you cross him in the store. To less than you want to go to his advance? That will undoubtedly appear less odd to him.

-Yes, but you said that as this weekend we were babies, and that we have to stay with you.

-And well I will make exception.

-It’s true? I can go to see whether Anthony is with the ray of video games? Because I know that he goes there in theory.

-Yes, my big baby, you can go to see whether your buddy is over there. But go to butchery in 30 minutes.

-Ok mom.

-And me mom, I want to go there too! Marc said.

-No Marc. You, you stay here... You wanted to go up in the caddy, then you stay it the caddy.

-It’s unjust! Why Fred could to go to the video games, and not me?

-Because it is like that, and not differently!

Marc started to be sulky, and Camille started to make his purchases quietly.

Fred moved towards the toys ray, and looked at if his buddy were there. He went then to the ray of the books, and found his buddy sat by ground, spirit of reading an album of Ball and Bill. He approached him and said:

-Hello Anthony.

-Hello, Fred. Are you well?

-Yes and you?

-Yeah. You came to do the purchases with your parents?

-Yes. My mother wanted well that I come to the video games or books ray.

-Cool. You want to read a little?

-Oh… And well, I would prefer to make part of video game…

-Ok! No problem.

Anthony closed his book, rose, and they moved towards the video games ray. They had chance, because nobody was playing with the consoles of demonstration. They chose the console on which a cars game was running. They were quietly playing since good fifteen minutes when Fred felt a desire of pee. He was let himself go in his diaper as if nothing were, and most naturally of the world. Fred liked the feeling of the urine heat which got to him when that it spreads in the diaper. He was carefully to have no leaks, because he had nevertheless already made pee once in his diaper. He continued to play, and noticed all the same that his diaper had inflated and taken volume. He also wanted to poop, but hold it a maximum because he didn’t want that we could notice it by the odour that that would release.

During this time, Camille made his purchases quietly, and Marc was always in the caddy’s child seat. Time with other, he sucked his thumb, and that caused to make smile people whom they crossed in the rays. Ah one moment, he put his head against his mother who asked him:

-What does it arrive to you my darling?

-I just made pee mom.

-And well, there is nothing low registers to that my darling. You have a diaper, and it’s made for that.

-Yes but I believe well that I have leaks…

-You believe that you have leaks? Show that to me. Camille answers by putting his hand between hopper legs. She was able to prevent herself from noting that Marc’s trousers were actually wet between the legs.

-Marc, how many times do you have make pee in your diaper?

-I made four or five times mom. Why?

-And well that means that these diapers are not adapted any more to your size.

-But yes mom, they fit me very well.

-I don’t speak about the size of the diaper compared to you, but of his absorption compared to the number of pees that you made inside since I put it to you.

-Oh, ok…

That means that if, with dad, one let you wear diapers all the weekends, it will be necessary that I buy to you some diapers more absorbing. But good, you will finish those for the night, and we will get information with pharmacy to know what is done of good for the boys of your age.

-Ok mom…

Camille continued his purchases, and Marc didn’t worry too much about the leaks which he had. During this time, Fred was always spirit to play with his buddy Anthony, on the video game console. He was so impregnated play which he didn’t noticed that he just again made pee in his diaper. He should be believed that Fred had found his reflexes of little boy, and that his bladder didn’t raise any more questions. At one moment, his watch rang. He looked at Anthony and said to him:

-It’s time for me to join my mother.

-Ok Fred, no problem. It was sympathetic, and I like to play with you.

-Yes, me too.

-Good, I leave you, because if not my mother will thunder me if I am late.

-Wait I will join mine too.

-Cool…

The two boys circulated in the rays and realized that their mothers were at the same place. Camille was with butchery, and Anthony’s mother was with the pork-butchery.

-Well, see you Monday Fred.

-Ok, not of problem Anthony.

Camille who had seen Fred saying goodbye to his buddy, called him and said to him:

-Fred, that would please to you to invite your friend to sleep at home the next weekend?

-Oh yes mom. That would be great! Me I agree, but front, I must tell you a thing.

-Ah? Then I listen to you mom.

-Don’t forget that Wednesday, you have an appointment with the urologist, and perhaps that you will wear diapers every evening since this day.

-I know mom.

-I say that to you, because if you don’t want to invite your buddy to sleep at home because of that, I would understand it very well.

-No mom, I don't care. I will say to him that I wear diapers to sleep, and I will explain to him why.

-Very well. In this case, you can go to propose it to him.

Fred made a great smile with his mother and moved towards his buddy and his mother. He put himself beside them. Anthony’s mother made him a smile and said to him:

-Hello Frederic. How are you?

-Hello Madam. I’m well, thank you. My mom sends me to ask to you whether Anthony could sleepover at home the next weekend.

-And well, it’s nice of your share to invite it. What do you think of it Anthony? You want to go to spend the next weekend in your friend’s house?

-Yes mom, I would like.

-Then it’s ok. You will spend the next weekend with them.

-Thank you mom! Anthony answered to his mother while kissing her.

Fred was going to set out again towards his mother when his friend’s mother called him.

-Frederic!

Fred was turned over and says:

-Yes Madam?

-please, can you ask your mom to call me in the evening?

-Of course, I make him the commission.

-Thank you very much. Good afternoon.

-Thank you, you too. See you later Anthony.

-See you Fred.

Fred left to join his mother who had left the ray to go to seek detergent. Fred felt like a glance on him, but he didn’t dare to be turned over on himself. He wondered whether his friend had noticed that he was wearing a diaper, and wondered also what he could think well of him wearing some little boy’s stuffs. It was seems badly at ease and ashamed of being in this behaviour at his age. It’s true that it wasn’t a current thing to see a young 11 year old boy, dressed like a 5 year old little boy, and who carried relatively conspicuous a diaper under his trousers. Fred turned in the first ray and felt a little better. He didn’t dare to look at people whom he crossed in order not to cross their glance. He was going to change ray to join his mother when he heard a voice.

-Hello Frederic.

He stopped, was turned over and looked at the person who just said him hello. When he saw who it was, he became very white and doesn’t know anymore what to do. He seized again himself and answered politely.

-Hello Miss Dermont.

-It’s the first time that I cross you in the supermarket.

-I don’t come often, it is for that.

After having thrown a rapid glance to Fred, she answered him with a light amused smile and by making him a wink:

-Well, I leave you with your occupations, because you advanced of a decided step. Spend a good weekend. See you Tuesday.

-Thank you Miss, you too. See you Tuesday.

Fred was red of shame and hastened to change ray. When he arrived beside his mother, this one saw that there was something which didn’t go.

-What does it arrive to you Fred? You’re very red.

-Nothing special mom, I just crossed my maths teacher.

-Oh, I understand better.

-And I’m sure that she saw that I’m wearing a diaper.

-Fred, it would really necessary to be blind not to see that you’re wearing a diaper under your trousers.

-It’s wet; it’s for that that it is seen well.

-Yes, it’s even certain. And what did you said to your professor?

-Nothing, She just said me hello; make me a smile and a wink while saying to me “See you Tuesday”.

-And well, there was more for fear of evil.

-Yes.

-Very well, now, direction the cashier.

Marc was always sat in the child’s seat, and was sucking his thumb. When the cashier saw him; she been able to prevent oneself from outlining a small smile, and of saying.

-And well, here is a very wise little boy.

Marc hid in the arms of his mother and didn’t know anymore what to do.

-Yes, this big baby didn’t want to walk, and then I put him in the child’s seat.

-You’re right. He’s very nice like that, and we would say almost a baby.

-You don’t believe so well to say.

Fred helped his mother to put the purchases in the bags, and to put them in the caddy. Camille paid, and they moved towards the car. Camille opened the trunk, and helped Fred to put the bags in the trunk. She bringer Marc out from the caddy and put his on his safety seat before attaching him to it. During this time, Fred went to arrange the caddy.

Marc let himself do like a baby, and found even that pleasant. Camille saw that Marc was indeed well wet. A beautiful wet aureole took shape of sound between legs until the medium of his buttocks. Camille looked at him and said:

-Marc, it will be necessary that you relearn to ask to be changed.

-Why do you tell me that, mom?

-Because your diaper fled, and that your trousers are wet.

-It’s not my fault if my diaper doesn’t absorb enough.

-I know Marc, but you have a baby diaper, and it doesn’t absorb enough for a little boy like you.

-Then what will we do, mom?

-We’ll do what I said you presently, my darling. To buy another mark of diaper to you, which will have an absorption more adapted, to the children of your age.

-And pampers that you bought to me, what will we do of them?

-And well, you will finish them the evening, to sleep.

-It means that I will continue to spend the day in diapers?

-Perhaps the weekend, considering you like that to play the babies during the weekend.

-Oh yes, it’s so cool mom. And I like when you deal with me like baby.

-I had noticed it!

-Mom, couldn’t I wear diaper all the time?

-Sorry, you can repeat Marc?

-Couldn’t I wear diapers all the time? He timidly repeated while reddening.

-Listening me well my darling. That you wear diapers at night, it’s ok, because you’re a bedwetter. It avoids you to awake in a soaked bed. That you spend the weekend diapered, still passes. That doesn’t disturb me too much. But that you wear some 24/7, there I don’t agree.

-Why mom?

-Marc, do you see yourself to go to the school diapered?

-And well that wouldn’t disturb me… He said while reddening more.

-And what would you say to your buddies?

-That I have to wear diapers because I am sick.

-If I understand well, you want to lie to them?

-Yes…

-Then that, it’s out of question Marc!

-But mom…

-There’s no but. You will not wear diapers 24/7, and even less to go to school!

-Then I could wear some at that the evening and the weekend?

-For the evening, it’s already done it seems to me. But for the weekend, I have to speak again about it with dad this evening. Because it nevertheless astonishes me that boys of your age, and especially Fred, want to spend all their weekends like that.

-It’s because we like that mom.

-And why do you like that?

Fred who arrived at this time there asked his mother:

-Why do we like what?

I asked your brother to explain me why you wanted to spend all your weekends in diapers. And he answered me that it’s because you like that. Then I asked him why you liked that.

Fred looked at his brother with a small smile and answered his mother.

-For several reason mom.

-Oh, really? And which one I request from you?

-And well it’s more comfortable than a slipway. We don’t have to occupy us to go to the toilets. Because that keep hot, and then because I like to seem like a baby.

Camille looked at Fred and Marc, a little surprised by the answer which his son had just given her. She thinks that she had seen just when she thought that Fred was jealous of Marc.

-And well, I thank you for your Fred frankness. But I hope that you realize well of what you just said to me?

-Yes mom. I like to wear diapers and to seem like a baby, and I like to make pee inside when I have a diaper.

-Very well, it’s clear for me. I would speak again about it with dad this evening, and we will take our decision. But I hope that you will not ask me for the same thing as your brother.

-What did he ask you?

-To wear diapers 24/7. Night and day, even to go to school.

-What? But you are insane Marc? And if ever your buddies know it they will make fun of you.

-It’s what I wanted to render comprehensible to him. But in any event, it’s out of question which he wears diapers 24/7, and even less to go to school. Well, we will see all that this evening with dad. Now, goes up by car, Fred. It’s still necessary that we go to central pharmacy.

-What will we do there, mom?

-To buy diapers for the babies of the age of your brother. Camille answered by making a wink to Fred.

-But, mom, he already has some diaper at home.

-I know, but like his diaper fled, I will take a model more absorbing to him, for this weekend.

-Oh, ok mom…

-Fred got up in the car, fastened his safety belt, and they took the downtown direction.

Arrived downtown, Camille was parked with a score of meters of the central pharmacy. Fred was killing from the car when his mother said to Marc.

-You await us here Marc.

-But why mom?

-Because you wet your trousers like a little boy who makes pee in his diapers.

-But I can go down nevertheless.

-No Marc, you await us in the car.

-Ok mom... He answered sadly.

Camille went down from the car and crossed the street accompanied by Fred. Fred pushed the pharmacy’s door and Camille benefited from it to put his hand on Fred’s buttocks. Fred stopped net and said to his mother:

-But what do you do mom?

-I check if your diaper isn’t wet too much.

-No, it’s ok. But I start to want to make pee.

-Where is the problem Fred? It seems to me that you have a diaper, no?

-Yes, but I’m afraid which the leaks.

-Oh, I understand. Then hold yourself if you can.

They came in the pharmacy and awaited their turn. Same young man that the last time approached them, and greeted them.

-Hello Madam.

-Hello Sir.

-What can I do for you today?

-Well, I would liked diapers very absorbing, for my 8 year old son.

-Very well. What does he usually wears?

-Some Pampers baby Dry size 6.

-Indeed, absorption isn’t adapted to a boy of his age. Then, I can propose to you the same ones than for your elder son.

-Very well, I trust you. Is the size the same one?

-Yes, completely. It’s the Small size.

-In this case, give me in two packages please.

-Very well. Do you need another thing?

-Yes, I would like to know where I can find special clothing.

-Which kind of clothing exactly?

-The clothing equipped with snaps between the legs.

-I have a catalogue here, on which you will find what you seek. I will entrust it to you for this weekend. But especially, think to bring it back to me Monday.

-Ok, don’t worry; I will bring it back to you Monday morning, without fault.

-Very well. I will seek you the diapers.

The salesman disappeared in the back shop, and returned a few moments later with the two packages to the hand.

-Here for you.

-How much do I owe you? Camille asked.

-It will cost to you 41,80 euros.

Camille paid the diapers and said to Fred.

-Fred, can you take the packages of diapers my darling?

-Yes mom, of course.

-Thank you Sir, Goodbye, and good weekend. They said while leaving.

-Thank you, you in the same way.

Camille and Fred crossed the street and regained the car. Fred put the two packages of diapers in the trunk and got up in the car. Marc asked to his mother:

-Mom, what kind of diapers did you bought to me?

-You will see it little curious.

-Please, mom... You nevertheless could say it to me!

-You will see it when we will be at home and that I would change you.

-Ok mom...

Everyone fastened his safety belt, and they took the way to go back home…