MARC AND FRED’S AVENTURES

Chapter 9

Original title: Les aventures de Marc et Fred

Author: Bebemanu (bbmanu@hotmail.fr)

Date: January 2006

Translation: Bebemanu

Date: January 2006

Public: All public

Copyright: Bebemanu © 2006

Publication: Tbkingdom.com © 2006 (for the French version)

Deeker.com © 2006 (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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Arrived at the house, they helped their mother to take down the purchases bags. Marc had a beautiful aureole on the bottom of his trousers. It was impossible not to notice that he was wearing a diaper, and that this one had fled. Camille pointed out to him, but that didn’t disturb him therefore.

-Marc, where do you go?

-I go to watch the television.

-Oh no! You stay here!

-Why mom?

-Because you’re soaked, and I don’t want you to wet the settees.

-But I will take care.

-No Marc, you stay here. I finished arranging the purchases, and I go up to change you.

-Ok mom… He answered sadly.

Camille finished to arrange the cans, and turned over to Marc while saying to him:

-Well, let’s change this little baby.

Marc smiles to hear his mother to say that to him. She took him in her arms and carried him until in his room. She posed him on the ground, and then stripped him. She extended a towel on Marc’s bed, and made him lengthen above. She withdrew his plastic pant to him then opened his diaper. It was more than full, and didn’t absorb even anymore. Camille went to seek a glove of toilet in the bathroom, and cleaned Marc correctly. She asked to him whether he wanted to go to the toilets, and he answered that not. She looked him while smiling and said:

-Don’t move, I come back in two minutes.

Marc took his thumb in his mouth and starts to suck it. Camille returned less than two minutes later, with the hand, the bag of pharmacy. She put it by ground, and left the two packages of diapers, which she had bought. She opened one of the two packages of diapers and unfolded one of them. Marc seemed to like the colour of his new diapers. Camille slipped his diaper under Marc’s buttocks, and adjusted it to him. She put a fresh plastic pant and an onsie to him, and then she threaded his pyjamas to him. Marc looked at his mother, withdrew his thumb of his mouth and asked her:

-We don’t leave the house anymore for today, mom?

-Not for the moment my darling.

-Yes, but if we need to leave, it will be necessary that you redress me.

- No, I will not.

- Oh, really?

- Yes, if we need to leave, I will not redress you.

-But what clothes will I wear then?

-And well you will leave like that! Big baby!

-But mom, I will not leave in pyjamas?

-And why not? After are all, aren’t you a baby who wants to wear diapers all the time? Then since it’s like that, you will not wear anything else before Monday morning. And this, where that we have to go!

Marc realized that he could have been a little far asking his mother to wear diapers all the time, including going to school. He doesn’t say anything, and was let his mother occupy of him. Camille adjusted Marc’s pyjamas, and said to him:

-Here is, baby is ready. Now, go to watch the television, and say to your brother going up to see me.

Marc left his room and came downstairs. His diaper gave him really a step of baby, because he wasn’t accustomed to wear a so thick diaper. Arrived in the living room, he sat down beside his brother and said to him:

-Mom calls you.

-What does she want?

-I don’t know. She just asked me to say to you that it was necessary that you go up to see her.

-Ok, I go up to see her.

Fred went up moved towards the staircase, and touched his diaper through his trousers. He said in himself: "It’s really great to have a diaper. I’m too well like that, and I understand that marc wants to wear some all the time. And that wouldn’t displease to me either... ". He went up on the floor and came in his brother’s room, where his mother was and said to her:

-What is there mom?

-Nothing special my big boy, I just would like to change the buttocks of my second baby.

Fred looked her while smiling and he approached her. He was going to start to strip himself when she says to him:

-Stop! A baby doesn’t strip himself. It’s his mom who occupies herself of him, and then it’s me who occupies of you. Lengthen on the bed my darling.

Fred was carried out and laid on the towel which was extended on his brother’s bed. His mother demolished the node which held tight his jogging’s trousers, and dropped it to him until on the ankles. She went down his tights, then opened his body and went it up a little. Fred looked at his mother doing, and he liked the image which he saw, namely, a diaper making a big bump in his plastic pant. His mother lowered his plastic pant to him then opened his diaper. She asked Fred to raise a little his buttocks and withdrew his layer to him that she rolled as a ball she put it on Marc’s one which was on the edge of the bed. She took the wipes box that she had took in the cupboard, and started to clean Fred. He felt very well and was let himself do like would have do a 3 years old little boy. He didn’t have any shame that his mother was cleaning his intimate parts by, nor to be even diaper at his age. He thought that it was quite pleasant that his mother occupies herself of him like that. He felt himself to become again a little boy, as when it was 4 or 5 years old. Camille saw this small "gleam" which shone in Fred’s eyes. She looked him while smiling, and leaned on him to kiss him. She was raised then says to him:

-It would be said that it seems to me that you like to be like that?

-And well it’s not unpleasant... Fred answered while reddening.

-And it doesn't disturb you, at 11 years old, to be in front of me with naked buttocks?

-No mom. Why?

-I don’t know. But I find that your behaviour changed much during this last week.

-How that?

-I don’t know. I find you changed. I find you more "baby" that before.

-Really? However I have done anything special.

-I know, but it’s a feeling that I have.

Fred looked at his mother in the eyes and made her a great smile. Camille thought that it would certainly be necessary that she has a good discussion with Fred. She left a fresh diaper, slipped it under Fred’s buttocks, and adjusted it to him by closing the adhesives. She went up his plastic pant, closed his onsie, and went up to him his tights and his jogging’s trousers. Once she made the node of his trousers, she looked at him while saying to him:

-Here is my darling; you’re ready for the after midday. Especially, don’t hesitate to come to see me whether you feel that your diaper is full.

-Ok mom.

-Well, go to watch the television.

-Mom.

-Yes, Fred?

-Can I go to visit Laurent?

-You want to go to visit your friend in this behaviour?

-Yes mom. Why?

-And well considering with the supermarket you hid for step that Anthony sees you, I’m surprised that you want to go to visit Laurent in this behaviour.

-You well said to me that I didn’t have to have shame?

-Yes, it’s right.

-And well, it’s what I do.

-And if he asks you why you are dressed like that, what will you answer?

-That I like this kind of clothing, and that as they still suit me, I wear them during the weekend.

-It’s indeed a good idea. But it left you the most difficult to hide: your diaper...

-For that, I don’t have any ideas about what I could say to him.

-And well, it’s up to you to find, but you also could tell him the true.

-Yes mom, you’re right. I’ll see…

-If you want to go to visit Laurent, go ahead. It’s not because you wear a diaper, that I will prevent you to go to play out of the house.

-Thank you mom. See you presently. Fred said by kissing her.

Fred was closing his wind-breaker when Camille came down in the living room. Marc looked at her and asked:

-Mom, where Fred is going?

-He goes to visit Laurent.

-But why could he leave and not me?

-But Marc, who prohibited to you to leave?

-You!

-Me, I prohibited to you to leave?

-Yes, you said that you wouldn’t redress me.

-But that doesn’t mean that you can’t leave the house to go to play outside or to visit your buddies. I just said to you that I wouldn’t redress you, which is completely different. Now, if you want to leave, you can. But it will be in the behaviour in which you are, namely, in pyjamas.

-But mom, if I leave in pyjamas, I will have shame in front of my buddies.

-As well, it’s your problem Marc. When an 8 years old little boy asks to his mother if he could wear diapers all the time, even to go to school, he has to assume the consequences of his request. And as apparently you like to seem like a baby, and well I treat you like such. And babies wear diapers, onsies and pyjamas, all the time, 24/7. Then, benefits well of your weekend in diaper; because this evening, I will have a serious discussion about this subject with dad. And if we agree that you wear diapers all the time; and well as much as you are accustomed to it immediately, because it’s the behaviour which you would be likely to wear very often...

Marc looked at his mother with the eyes full with tears, and started to cry. Camille approached him, sat down on the settee, and taken him in her arms.

-Shut... Cease crying my baby. Considering seem you to like diapers, and well benefit of them a maximum. Look at your brother, he would like to rise in a dry bed every morning, and it’s not the case.

-Yes, but you don’t treat him like a baby...

-But because contrary to you, he didn’t ask me to wear diapers all the time, even to go to the school.

-Perhaps that he would like and that he doesn’t dare to say it to you.

-Perhaps. But in this case, it’s not any more one baby of which I would have to occupy, but two...

Camille made him a big kiss, letting him watching the television. She left in the kitchen to prepare the meal.

Fred was in front of the door of the house of his friend Laurent, and knocked at the door. A few moments later, the door opened and Laurent’s mother accommodated Fred with a great smile.

-Oh, hello Fred. What a surprise!

-Hello Madam.

-Come in. Don’t stay outside; you would be likely to take cold.

Fred came in, and his friend’s mother asked him:

How are you?

-Very well, and you?

-Very well thank you.

She advanced towards the staircase, and called:

-Laurent!

-Yes mom?

-There is somebody for you!

-I come!

Fred heard Laurent to get down the staircases. Arrived in the hall, he exclaimed:

-Yes, cool! Hello Fred.

-Hi, Laurent.

-It’s cool that you would have come to see me.

-I had a little time before the lunch, and then I asked to my mother if I could come to see you.

-It’s sympathetic. You come with? We go up in my room.

Fred followed his buddy, and came in his room. Fred noticed that Laurent’s room was always also badly arranged, and thinks that his mother would never accept that his, is in this state. He removed his wind-breaker, and sat down beside his buddy. They started to discuss all and nothing, and at a moment, Laurent did a little more attention to the way in which Fred was dressed.

-Oh! Your clothes are so cool. You’re lucky to still find some like that, with your size. Me, I don’t find some anymore.

-And well, these is clothing that I had in my cupboard, and considering they still suit me, I wear them during the weekend. I don’t see myself going to the college dressed like that!

-Yes, it’s clear. I understand you, and me either I wouldn’t dare to go to the college like that.

Fred and Laurent started to play with the Playstation, and Fred wet his diaper without stopping playing. He thought that it was quite practical to wear a diaper, because he didn’t have to worry and to find toilets, or to stop playing to go to the bathroom. They stopped playing approximately half an hour later, and came down drinking glass from oranges juice to the kitchen. Laurent’s mother whom been able to prevent herself from smiling, when saw how Fred was equipped. Laurent looked at his mother and says to her:

-You saw mom? Fred is lucky to have clothing like that, in which he still fits. I’d like to still be able to wear some.

-I know it well my treasure, but it’s not my fault if I don’t find some anymore with your size.

-Yes mom, I know. Laurent answered sadly.

They went up in Laurent’s room, but this time, Fred climbed in front of his friend. This one looked at Fred’s buttocks and thinks that there was something of odd, and returned in Laurent’s room he said to Fred:

-In any case, your trouser is cool, because it’s large behind.

Fred looked at his buddy and didn’t really know what to answer to him. He reddens slightly and Laurent seen it.

-Why you reddened Fred?

- Euh... Fred didn’t know what to say to his best friend. He thinks that after all, he could tell him a part of the truth. He took his courage with two hands and said to Laurent:

-Laurent...

-What?

-You swear me that you will not repeat it to anybody?

-You know very well that I’m not like that. Did I already betray you, or I already repeated one of the secrecies that you had entrusted to me?

-No, it’s true.

-Then you can have confidence...

-My trousers are not large... I have something under it.

Laurent looked at Fred while wondering what he wanted to mean.

-How that, do you have something under your trousers?

-Yes... I have tights...

-And it’s for that that you’re afraid that I will repeat it? Asked Laurent and laughing, without letting time to Fred to finish his sentence.

-And well me too I wear some tights, the winter, under my trousers. Laurent added.

-No, it’s not for that. It’s because I don’t only have tights under my jogging.

-Oh, really? So, what you do have?

Fred took a small lapse of time before answering and acknowledging to his friend his secret.

-A diaper... Fred answered while becoming red and while lowering the eyes.

-A diaper?

-Yes... Fred answered while reddening more.

-Stop joking, I don’t believe you...

-I ensure you that I wear a diaper under my trousers.

Laurent looked at Fred and asked him:

-But you mean that you wear a diaper... like the babies?

-Yes, but it’s not a baby diaper that I wear. It’s a diaper for the children of my age.

-No! I don’t believe it... My best friend wears diapers?

-And well, you know, I don’t wear some for fun. I’m enuresis...

-What is it “enuresis”?

-It’s when you make pee with the bed at night.

-Oh really? I didn’t know that that was called like that. But don’t worry, I will not repeat it. And then you know, my cousin Stephanie, she still makes pee with the bed and she wears diapers at night too. Then it’s similar than you, it’s enuresis.

-How old is your cousin?

-She’s 9 years old.

-Oh, ok.

-Oh, that makes me funny of knowing that my best buddy still makes pee with the bed, and that he wears diapers. But for me, that doesn’t change anything. You stay my best buddy, even if you make pee with the bed and that you wear diapers to sleep.

-Thank you Laurent, you’re so cool.

-But Fred, there’s a something which nevertheless intrigues me in what you just said to me.

-Really? And what is it?

-You just said to me that you wear diapers to sleep because you make pee with the bed?

-Yes, it’s what I said to you.

-Then why do you wear a diaper, now, under your trousers, in full day?

Fred was taken with the trap and wondered what he could answer to Laurent... Fred couldn’t resign himself to acknowledge the whole truth to his friend, and then he sought what he could answer to him. He found finally an idea of answer, and answered to Laurent with a sad air:

-Because when the weather is cold, it’s able to me not to be able to control myself. Then I preferred to wear a layer.

-Oh, it’s really odd your disease. But good, me I don't care.

-Really?

-Yes. I said it presently to you, that don’t change anything for me, you’re always my best friend, than you wear a diaper or not.

-Thank you Laurent, you are really nice.

-Fred...

-What?

-Can you show me your diaper? Laurent asked while reddening slightly.

-Euh... Ok, if you want.

Fred put himself upright, raised his sweat shirt slightly, and demolished the node which held his jogging’s trousers. At this moment, Laurent saw that Fred wore a tee-shirt with small cars printed above.

-Oh, your tee-shirt is so cool!

-It’s not a tee-shirt. Fred answered with a natural air.

-Oh, really? So, what is it?

-An onsie. It’s used to maintain the diapers.

-An onsie? Like the babies ones?

-Yes, but with my size.

-Oh! It’s too cool!

Fred completely took off his sweat shirt, and Laurent could now see whether it wasn’t a tee-shirt. He saw clearly that the collar wasn’t similar than on a t-shirt.

-My little sister still wore some last year.

-Yes, I know. I had noticed it when I came to see you.

Fred took his courage with two hands, and lowered his trousers and his tights on his ankles. He was now in front of his best friend, only dress with a diaper, a plastic pant, and an onsie. Laurent stayed with an open mouth of surprise when he saw that Fred was well wearing a diaper under his jogging’s trousers.

-Oh! It’s true that you wear a diaper... It’s hard for me to believe it. I can touch it?

-Euh... If you want, answered Fred.

Laurent put his hand on the front of Fred’s diaper, and said to him:

-It’s very warm. It would be said that you made pee.

-Yes... Fred answered while reddening to the ears.

Laurent still didn’t realise from there to see his best friend, there, in front of him, dress like a little boy, with a diaper, a plastic pant and an onsie. Fred redressed himself, and sat down beside Laurent. Laurent continued to ask questions with Fred concerning his diapers. A few minutes later, Fred rose and said:

-I have to go back home, it soon will be the lunch time.

-You come to see me tomorrow?

-I don’t know. If we don’t leave with my parents, I would come to spend the afternoon with you.

-Will you wear a diaper? Laurent asked while reddening.

-I don’t know yet. Perhaps I’ll wear one.

-Cool. So, see you tomorrow.

-Maybe.

Laurent accompanied back Fred to the door, and after said goodbye to Laurent’s mother, he left and took the way of the return.

Fred felt his bowels starting to pull about it. He thought that he could wait to be at home. A few seconds later, the desire was done more pressing. Fred had 5 more good minutes of walk before arriving at home, when didn’t hold it anymore; he stopped on the pavement, and let himself go in his diaper. He felt this hot and viscous mass to invade his diaper. He touched the back of his trousers, and seen that this one had taken volume. He took again his way, and a few minutes later, he arrived at home.

-I’m there! He said.

-We are in the living room, my darling.

Fred took off his wind-breaker and his shoes, and arranged those. He put on his slippers and went to the living room to join his parents and his brother. He kissed his father, and about of to even be concerned with what he had just done in his diapers a few minutes earlier, he sat down on the settee beside his mother. His parents were drinking aperitif. Fred looked at his brother, and wondered whether Marc had made pee or poop in his diaper. He thinks that he would know it when his mother would change them. Fred rose and went to serve to himself a glass of oranges juice. He smelled now that his diaper stuck on his buttocks. Logic, considering which it had poop inside of it a few minutes before coming back home; and that he had sat down on the settee, without very being concerned with result. When it came back in the living room, his mother rose and said: I will put the lunch to be heated, and we eat in five minutes.

-Ok mom. The boys answered in heart.

A little more than five minutes later, Camille called Claude and the boys. Everyone sat down round the table and ate quietly, speaking about all and nothing, as usually. Once the meal finished, the boys helped to disencumber the table, then went up to play the console in Marc’s room. Good half an hour was passed when Camille appeared in the door frame. She looked at the boys while smiling, and said:

-Well, I suppose that these two little boys have wet buttocks.

-Yes mom, I’m very wet. Marc answered.

-And what about you Fred? Camille asked.

-Me too mom. But it’s not only wet... He answered while reddening.

-Oh! That means that my baby pooped in his diaper?

Fred didn’t answer. Camille extended a towel on Marc’s bed, and said:

-Well, since I have a little boy dirtier than the other, I will start with him.

Fred stood up, and looked at his mother while smiling.

-Lengthens you my baby, I will clean your buttocks.

Fred lay on the towel and let himself do. His mother withdrew his jogging’s trousers and his tights to him. She opened his onsie and went up it, then removed his plastic pant to him. She looked at Fred and said to him:

-Indeed, that doesn’t smell the flower.

Fred reddens to the ears and asked his mother:

-You’re not unhappy mom?

-Why do you want me to be unhappy my darling?

-And well, to have poop in my diaper.

-But of course not. And then, a diaper, it’s make for that, not?

Fred didn’t answer and let his mother occupy her of him. She opened his diaper, and cleaned with the front of the layer while saying:

-You really needed very bad, because you have some everywhere. When did poop in your diaper?

-Before coming home.

-Before coming? But you would have to say it to me; I would have changed you while returning. That would have avoided you to seat on the settee with a dirty diaper on the buttocks.

-But mom, you said that the babies did all in their diapers, and then I did like them. And the babies don’t care themselves about to be sit down with a dirty diaper on the buttocks.

-It’s true Fred, you are right.

Fred was surprised when his mother caught his ankles and raised his legs to clean buttocks. In this position, he felt still more baby. His mother put back his buttocks on the towel and said:

-Don’t move. I come back immediately.

Camille went in the bathroom and returned at once with a tube of Mytosil. Fred looked at her and asked her what it was.

-It’s cream to protect your buttocks. Because considering you make pee and poop in your diaper, I wouldn’t like that you catch an erythematic gluteus.

She whitewashed him copiously of cream, and unfolded a fresh diaper which she slipped under his buttocks. She folded back the front of the diaper on his pubis, and adjusted the adhesives. She threaded a clean plastic pant to him, and then closed his onsie’s snaps. Fred asked his mother:

-Mom.

-Yes my darling?

-Can I stay like that for the moment?

-You don’t want to put back your jogging’s trouser?

-No, I want to stay just in onsie.

-Ok, as you want. But if we need to leave, you will have to dress yourself.

-Ok mom.

Fred was raised and left the place to his brother. He switches on the TV and the console, and sat down by ground. During this time, Camille changed Marc who was soaked.

-And well, we can say that you use your diapers. She says to Marc.

Marc reddens to the ears and didn’t answer. He let himself do and waited until his mother finished changing him. To his great distress, she gave him hiss pyjamas.

-You don’t dress me mom?

-No Marc, what have I say to you this morning?

-But mom, I want that you dress me. I don’t want to stay in pyjamas the whole day.

-Listen to me well, Marc. I was however clear it seems to me. You will be in pyjamas until Monday morning. And it will not be differently!

Marc resigned himself and sat down beside his brother. Camille went down to the kitchen and threw the dirty diapers of his two big babies. She drunk a glass of water and went to join Claude with the living room. She sat down beside him and put her head on his shoulder. A few minutes later, the door’s bell rang. Camille rose and went to open. With her great surprise, it was Philippe, her brother.

-Philippe, what a good surprise! Come in!

-How is my small sister?

-Well, I thank you.

Philippe came in the living room and said hello to Claude. Camille invited him to take off his wind-breaker, and to sit down. She proposed a coffee to him which he accepted, and she moved towards the kitchen. She prepared the coffee and turned over to the living room. She benefited from it to call the boys.

-Marc! Fred!

-What is there mom? Fred asked.

-Thread your trousers and go down to the living room. Uncle Philippe is there.

-I come, mom! Fred answered.

He threaded his jogging’s trousers and get down the staircases. Arrived in the hall, he saw that Marc wasn’t behind him. He doesn’t say anything and went to kiss his uncle.

-Hello uncle Philippe.

-Hello Fred. How are you?

-I’m well, thank you. Aunty didn’t come with you?

-Not, she’s occupied with Charly, he has duties to do.

-Oh, ok.

Camille rose and approached the staircases.

-Marc!

-What?

-Come down my darling.

-Not like that mom!

-Marc, stops a little making the baby and comes down. She answered him.

While returning to the living room, Philippe asked Camille if Marc were sulky. She answered him that not, and that he didn’t dare to go down because he was in pyjamas. Philippe started to smiling, and answered to his sister:

-Wait, I will seek him.

-If you want…

Philippe rose and approached the staircase. He stopped with the foot of this one and said:

-Good, where is this big baby? You go down or I go up to seek you.

- No uncle, don’t go up!

-Then it’s you who go down…

-No.

-And why you don’t want to go down?

-Because I don’t want.

Philippe started to climb the staircase, continuously to speak to Marc. Arrived in top of the staircase he was put in the door frame and said:

-You do not want to go down because you are in diaper, and pyjamas?

Marc started and reddens to the ears.

Philippe went to see Marc, knelt in front of him and said:

-Listening Marc, I know why you wear diapers. And I saw that Fred is wearing a diaper too. Your mother explained me why she proposed to you to wear diapers at night. And I know that before, you like to spend a weekend in diaper, from time to time. Remember when you came at home in diaper and pyjamas.

Marc raised the eyes, and said:

-It’s true? Mom had spoken to you about it before giving me from the diapers?

-But of course yes. What do you believe? It’s my sister, and when I talk to her at phone, or to your father, we also speak about you and Fred.

-Really? I didn’t know.

-And well now, you know it. Go, rises, and go down to join everyone in the living room.

Marc rose, and at the time when he was going to leave his room, Philippe caught him and took him in his arms while saying:

-Come here, big baby!

Marc smiles to his uncle and let himself do. They got down the staircase, and came in the living room.

-Here is the baby… Philippe said by putting Marc by ground.

They discussed things and others, and at a given time, Philippe made a wink with Claude and said to Fred:

-Tell me Fred; it appears that you want to wear back some diapers?

Fred looked at his parents with a little panicked air, and didn’t know what to answer…