MARC AND FRED’S AVENTURES

Chapter 12

Original title: Les aventures de Marc et Fred

Author: Bebemanu (bbmanu@hotmail.fr)

Date: May 2006

Translation: Bebemanu

Date: May 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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Everyone was occupied with its occupations. Claude looked at television, Camille prepared to meal, and the boys were always playing console, sited on the ground, and equipped like would be little boys of 2 or 3 years…

It was approximately 12:20am when Camille called the boys for eating. They came down the staircases, and came in the dining room. Camille smiles when she saw them. They were all three upright beside Claude, and we couldn’t miss seeing their diapers. Camille approached them; taken Charly in his arms, kissed him, and asked to him:

-Are you well my doudou*?

-Yes aunty.

Camille passed his hand on Charly’s buttocks and exclaimed:

-And well, I see that you quickly took again the practice to use your diaper. We would say that you’re already wet.

Charly didn’t answer immediately, and became red to the ears. Claude looked them with a great smile, and said:

-But my darling, it’s normal if he’s wet.

-Really? Why?

-But, because it’s a baby!

-It’s a baby?

-Yes, look at him, he’s wearing a diaper.

-Ah yes, it’s right! So I’m sure that I know two other babies…

Nobody answered but Fred and Marc were satisfied with smiled.

-And I am sure that they’re wet too… Claude added.

-Yes, there are very strong chances. For the moment, it’s lunch time…

Then, we will see, we perhaps will go for a small walk.

-Where will we go? Marc asked.

-I don’t know yet. We will see well.

The boys took seat around the table, and started to lunch while looking at television. Like each Sunday at this time, it was the 1st channel; and the show “Take care to the step”.

The meal occurred normally, in the joy and good mood. Each one trying to answer the questions asked in the TV show. The boys answered according to their ideas, or of their mood. That started some crises of laughing. The TV show finished, and left place to the news. That being too serious for the boys, they quickly finished eating and asked for the authorization to leave the table. Didier gave it to them and they disappeared in the staircase. Once in Marc’s room, they wondered what they could well do of their afternoon.

-Good, we will leave for a walk, but we don’t known where, nor when. So, what could we do while waiting? Fred asked.

-We play video game? Marc asked.

-Oh not. I’m fed up to play video game! Charly answered.

-Me too. Fred answered at his turn.

-You have parlour games? Charly asked.

-Yes, the wall cupboard is full of some. Fred answered.

-Oh, It’s cool. We will finish finding of one them to play with.

Fred opened the wall cupboard being in the corridor and Charly looked at what he could find like game. His choice was made on "the good pay" and on "Trivial Pursuit Junior". He was turned over towards Fred and made him share of his choice. Fred answered him:

-As you want, I like both.

-Then we will play “the good pay”.

-Ok.

Fred left the box, and they settled by ground, to play. Fred set up the play, and entrusted the bank to his cousin while saying to him:

-Don’t run away with the money...

Charly answered by a great smile.

They had been spirit to play for a good hour when Camille went up to see them. She came in the room and found the 3 boys lowered by ground, playing. She smiles to them and said:

-And well, I understand better why we heard bursts of laughter. Who win?

-It’s me! Marc answered with pride.

-It’s good my darling. His mother answered him. Camille stayed a few moments to look at them playing, then added:

-Good, in which state are my three babies?

Fred looked at his mother with a smile and answered:

-Me I’m good for a change.

-Me too. Marc and Charly answered.

-Very well. In this case, I will start with Marc.

Marc rose and followed his mother in the bathroom. While coming in the bathroom, Marc noticed that the provision of furniture had changed.

-Mom.

-Yes my baby?

-Why did you change the pieces of furniture of place?

-Because as needs to be diapered every evening, and that that stains your cover bed, dad decided to make a system which will be used as changing table.

-You want to say, a changing table like those for babies?

-Yes Marc, but adapted to the children of your age.

-I didn’t know that that existed.

-Know you know it... Moreover, dad and I wanted to change the furniture of the bathroom, and then we will benefit from it. While explaining to Marc how they had decided to arrange the bathroom, Camille dropped him His tights then his plastic pant. She then untapped the diaper, and opened it.

-And well, it’s a wet diaper or I don’t know it. She says by looking at Marc.

Marc looked at his mother while smiling before answering:

-They are made for that...

-Yes, but there you were not far from the leaks. How much time did you wet yourself?

-Five or six times... He answered while reddening.

-And well, we could believe that you don’t control your bladder anymore.

-I still control it, but as I have a layer, that is not used that I hold my pee of poop. Then each time I want to pee, I let myself go, without me to hold it.

-It’s well what I said... You are a baby. She says by tickling him.

She cleaned him, creamed his buttocks, and then put him back in a fresh diaper. She positioned back to him his plastic pant, then his tights. She opened the door of the bathroom, let leave Marc, and called:

-Charly, it’s your turn!

-I arrive, aunty...

Charly rose and joined his aunt in the bathroom. She kissed him and dropped him his tights and his plastic pant, while asking him:

-Are you well my doudou?

-Yes aunty.

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

Camille opened Charly’s diaper, and saw that he was almost in the same state as that of Marc.

-And well, we can say that you used it, your diaper.

-Yes, I made pee three times.

-Indeed... Camille applied, to Charly, the same treatment as Marc: cleaning, cream, and fresh diaper. She positioned back to him hiss plastic pant and his tights, and then let him turn back in the room, before calling:

-Fred, it’s your turn my big baby.

Fred didn’t answer, and joined his mother in the bathroom. He closed the door behind him, and approached his mother. She looked at him and said:

-You are angry my darling or what else. What’s the matter?

-I have pooped in my diaper... Fred answered timidly, while reddening.

Camille looked him with a great smile, and said to him:

-And it is for that that you have this sad air? But it’s not serious my darling.

Fred raised the eyes towards his mother and answered her:

-It’s true, you’re not angry?

-But Fred, why do you want that I would be angry?

-Because I pooped in my diaper.

-But my darling, it seems to me that the diapers are made for that.

-Yes, but I didn’t know if I could poop inside.

Camille passed the hand in Fred’s hairs and answered him by kissing him:

-Well... Mom will clean the buttocks of his big baby.

Fred smiles to his mother, and let himself do. Camille stripped him, opened his diaper, and noted that Fred had indeed pooped in his diaper. She looked him with a great smile, and removed largest with the front of the layer. She then made run the water of the shower, made him go up in the bath-tub, and washed him. Fred really started to take pleasure that his mother occupies of him, like a little boy. Once washed, she dried him, and then rolled him up in the towel. She took his tights, the plastic pant and the onsie, and then opened the door of the bathroom. She took Fred in his arms, and took him along in hiss room where she deposited him on his bed. Camille opened the cupboard, and left the cream as well as a fresh diaper. She returned beside Fred who waited wisely, lengthened on his bed that his mother occupies of him. She knelt, opened the towel which let appear the nudity of Fred, and creamed him carefully, so that he doesn’t catch a rash. She slipped then a fresh diaper to him under his buttocks, and she closed the diaper. She then asked to Fred to be upright, so that she can thread him his body and closes it between his legs, then to thread to him his tights.

-Well, now, let us seeing how I will equip you...

Camille opened the cupboard and, an idea in the head, looked at what Fred had like clothing. After a few moments, she left two jeans an elastic waistband and two red sweat-shirts. Fred likes red color, and his mother knew it. Camille turned over and Fred asked her:

-Mom, why do you take my clothes in double?

-I also left your clothes to suit you to the school tomorrow. Like that, I wouldn’t have to do it this evening.

-Oh, ok...

Camille equipped Fred and says to him to await her here, sited on his bed. Fred didn’t understand very well why his mother asked him that, but he was carried out and waited sited on his bed. Camille took the clothes which she had left in double, and went in Marc’s room. She closed the door, and approached the bed.

-Charly, come to equip you my doudou.

Charly rose and approached his aunt. She threaded on him the jean, then the sweat-shirt and asked him to sit down, time that she equip Marc. She opened the Marc’s cupboard, and of left khaki green trousers, as well as a navy blue sweat-shirt. She equipped Marc then reopened the door of the room while saying:

-Await me in the living room; I arrive in 30 seconds with Fred. Camille waited until Marc and Charly came in the living room before opening the door of Fred’s room, and to say to him:

-You come with me my darling? We go down to join Marc and Charly with the living room. Fred followed his mother and came in the living room. He stopped net when he saw Charly. He had just realized that Charly was equipped exactly like him. Charly also looked at him with a curious glance. Then the two boys started to laugh and Fred said:

-We seem to be some twin brothers...

-Yeah, we would say well. Charly answered.

Claude took the camera, and made some pics for memories. Then, everyone was fitted, got dressed, and they left to walk in wood. They went for a good walk, and none the boys worried about the behaviour in which they were. They made a race, went up to the trees, without same worrying that they were wearing all three a diaper. After approximately 2 hours of walk, Camille said to them:

-Well, we will stop to granny’s home while returning to the house.

-Yeah, it’s cool!

Fred and Charly exclaimed. Everyone get in the car, and they took the road of the return. Approximately fifteen minutes later, Claude parked the car in front of the house of Gérard and Françoise, his parents-in-law. The boys went down and Marc went to ring the bell. It’s Françoise, his grandmother who opened the door. She was surprised to find Marc behind her door and said:

-Oh, but I think that it’s a little boy that I know...

-Hello granny. Marc answered.

-Hello my darling. You are all alone?

-No, dad and mom arrive.

Indeed, a few moments later, she saw appearing Camille and Claude, followed of Fred and Charly...

-But what do I see there? She asked by pointing Charly and Fred of the finger. Those stopped and looked at their grandmother who didn’t believe her eyes.

-But we would really say twin brothers equipped like that... She said by kissing them.

-Hello granny. They said to her.

-Hello my darlings.

-Hello mom.

-Hello Camille... Ah... Claude! ... It’s nice that you’re there, Gérard wanted to see you.

-Hello Françoise. What king of problem does Gérard still have?

-I let him explain it to you. You know mechanics and me that made two...

-You are right...

-Come in... Don’t stay outside.

Everyone came in and went to say hello to Gérard. This one was surprised reinforced resemblance which existed between Charly and Fred. More especially as they were dressed in the same way. Françoise prepared a lunch for the boys, and made a coffee. Gérard and Claude eclipsed in the garage, leaving Françoise and Camille to discuss between mother and girl.

-Then my darling, how are you?

-I’m well mom, thank you.

-We would say that the boys are in full form.

-Yes, they didn’t stop a day.

-It’s normal at their age.

-Yes...

After a few moments of silence, Camille looked at her mother in the eyes and said to her:

-Mom, Wednesday I take along Fred to visit the urologist.

- Oh, really? Why?

-Because since the beginning of the week, he awakes again the morning in a wet bed.

-Ah... Does its enuresis return?

-It would seem that yes.

-And that do you hope to do?

-I don’t know. I would see according what the urologist will say to me.

-Yes, I believe that it’s the best to do. But tell me Camille... If you await the appointment with the urologist, why are they diapered all three?

-And well, I see that you always have a piercing eye...

-Yes, as you say...

-It’s rather simple. We put Marc back in diapers since last Sunday because he always makes wee with the bed, without any improvement, for two years. Fred also wanted to wear some for the night, but I said to him that I waited until he saw the urologist before taking a decision.

-Ok, but then why Fred and Charly have a diaper on the buttocks?

-And well yesterday, Fred wanted to be able to spend at least a weekend in diaper, as he made it before. Like that, if the urologist and I take the decision not to put him back in diapers, he will have at least spent his weekend in diaper.

-And Ingrid knows that Charly is in diaper?

-Yes... It’s herself who diapered him yesterday evening. We went to dine on their premises.

-Very well, I see...

-Mom, you will not start again with that.

-Of course yes I will start, my darling... I already said to you what I thought about this, and I always think it. To yield them this whim and to enable them to wear diapers the weekend, that makes them to regress and that makes them becoming lazy.

-Mom, it’s just for the weekend. They don’t live in diapers 24/24 nor 24/7.

-Fortunately...

-I would never understand why that disturbs you to see your little children be happy in this behaviour.

-Because it’s not normal to have a diaper on the buttocks in full day, at 8 and 11 years old age... Here is the reason.

-And well, me I prefer to see them happy like that, that to know them I don’t know where, to do I don’t know which silly thing to occupy themselves.

-It’s not comparable Camille.

-But yes mom, it’s comparable. Perhaps you would prefer that Fred will break squares with his buddies, to have fun? Or although Marc will put fire in bushes because he finds that it’s funny?

-I don’t say that...

-Then stops trying to make me feel guilty. The boys don’t do anything wrong. They like to spend the weekend in diapers. Which evil is there with that?

-Perhaps you’re right, but I’m not convinced.

-But mom, I don’t wonder to be it. I just ask you to let them live as they want.

Françoise approached Camille and kissed her... They changed of subject, and spoke about all and nothing. The two men were always in the garage, while the boys were in front of television. They had finished the lunch that their grandmother had prepared to them.

-Oh, Vivien called me Friday midday. Camille said.

-Oh, really? And well, you’re lucky... I don’t talk to him since fifteen days.

-Yes, I know, he said it to me. He said me: "It’s needed that I call mom, if not she will believe that I’m angry about her".

-Ah... This suits him well to say that. He lives at 500 km ago from here and he gives news when he has time.

-Mom... You well know that he doesn’t have only that to do. He has a lot of work in with the hotel.

-I know, but a phone call that doesn’t cost anything...

-Definitely, you will not change...

-What do you want; you will not remake me now anymore...

Approximately an hour later, they left the house of the grandparents and came back to their house.

Once returned, Camille required to the boys to go to await her in the Marc’s room. Five minutes later, she joined them and said:

-Well... In which state are the diapers of my three little boys?

-Me, I made pee. Marc said.

-And well lengthen on your bed, that I change you your diaper and that I clean your buttocks.

Marc lay on his bed and Camille started by stripping him. She removed him his trousers and his tights while saying to him: -You don’t need it anymore.

-We will not leave anymore, today? Marc asked.

-No my darling. We spend the rest of the afternoon in the warmer of the house.

-But how Charly will return to his home?

-And well uncle Philippe and Aunty Ingrid will come to seek him presently.

-Oh, ok...

Camille removed the wet diaper that Marc had on the buttocks, cleaned and creamed him, then diapered him in a fresh diaper. She adjusted the adhesives tapes, and then closed his body while saying.

-Well, my little boy is all clean and has the buttocks with dryness.

Marc made a kiss to his mother and went to sit down by ground in front of the TV. Camille was turned over and says:

-At the next of these two boys.

-Fred rose and went to lie on his brother’s bed.

As for Marc, she removed him his trousers and his tights. She looked at him and said:

-And well, your diaper has triplet of volume my big baby. There you shouldn’t have gone with dead hand with pees.

-But mom... Diapers are made for that. It is used for what to wear diapers if it’s necessary to hold it to make pee inside.

-You’re entirely right my big baby. Fortunately that you don’t wear Pampers anymore, because you had leaks for a long time.

Fred didn’t answer and was satisfied to smile to his mother. Camille changed his diaper, by taking great care to clean his privates. Fred started to be formed, and cleaning was to be more rigorous than for Marc. Fred was surprised when his mother taken his dick in his hand. He rectified himself a little and said while reddening:

-But mom, what are you doing? Camille made him be lengthened and answered him:

-And well I clean my little boy. Fred doesn’t say anything and reddens of more beautiful when his mother uncapped his small dick. Camille looked at him and made him a wink. When she used the wipe on his nipple that made him a certain effect He started to be hard and became red scarlet. Camille hurried to finish cleaning him, in order to curtail gene of Fred. She made him raise his buttocks in order to slip there a fresh diaper that she closed after having plated Fred’s tended sex on his belly. She adjusted the adhesives and closed his onsie between his legs. Fred, who had found a normal color, clung to the neck of his mother and kissed her while saying:

-Thank you mom.

-Of nothing my darling.

Fred went to sit down beside Charly which didn’t move. Camille turned over towards him and said:

-Come on my doudou, it’s in your turn.

Charly rose and slowly lengthened Marc’s bed. Camille disencumbered him of his trousers and his tights. She was raised and said:

-And well that doesn’t feel good...

Charly looked at his aunt and became red to the ears. Only with the odor, Camille understood that Charly had made poop in his diaper. She opened his onsie to, then opened his diaper, and noted the damage.

-And well, you don’t make seeming... It went up until front...

Charly didn’t answer and always lowered the eyes. Camille leaned towards him and said to him gently:

-Charly, you don’t have to have shame. You wanted to wear a diaper, and it’s normal that you pooped inside. Diapers are made for that, no? And then you know, Fred doesn’t ask to do it...

Charly smiled to his aunt who made him a kiss. She cleaned his buttocks and his private. Charly was embarrassed in the same way that Fred had just been it a few minutes earlier. Once the buttocks and the dick cleaned, Camille slipped a diaper under his buttocks, adjusted this one, and closed the adhesives tapes. She closed his onsie and said to him:

-Well, my doudou is now clean.

-Thank you Aunty. Charly answered by making her a kiss.

-Well, I will give you a pyjama. Like that you will not catch a cold.

Camille left a pyjama for Marc and gave if to him. Marc threaded it and sat down in front of the TV. Camille went in Fred’s room, opened the cupboard, and left two red pyjamas which she had bought for Fred, a few days ago. She called the boys:

-Fred, Charly!

-Yes Aunty?

-Come here two minutes.

A few seconds later, they both came in Fred’s room. Camille tightened a pyjama to each one of them, and they threaded it. Fred looked at his mother and said:

-There’s a long time that we had not found ourselves in diaper and pyjamas so early.

Once dressed, Charly and Fred looked at both in the mirror of the closet. They smiled and Charly said to Fred:

-Oh, it’s so cool to be both dressed similar ones.

-Yes, it’s true.

-It would be necessary that mom buy to me the same clothes than for you. Like that, at school, people would believe that we are twin brothers.

-Yeah, that would be so cool. Fred answered.

-We... Go back to see Marc. Camille said them.

Camille collected the dirty clothes and went down to the wash-house to make turning a washing machine.

The end of the afternoon occurred quietly. The boys finished their part of parlour game, and played video games. It was approximately 18H15 when Camille went up to see the boys. She came in the room and said:

-How are my babies?

-We are well mom... Marc answered

-Well, it’s time to go to take a shower... Who passes in first?

-Me! Fred answered while raising the finger as if he was at school.

-Very well. Let’s go! In the bathroom!

Fred rose and came in the bathroom, follow-up of his mother. She closed the door, stripped him, and then washed him as she now had the practice to do it. Fred started to like this and let himself do submissively. She washed his hairs and, as in his practice, Fred yelled because his mother put shampoo in his eyes. Camille pointed out to him that he complained like a 5 year old little boy, and that his little brother didn’t do as much cinema when she washed him his hairs, and that shampoo ran into his eyes. She dried Fred carefully, took his pyjamas, opened the door of the bathroom, and left. Fred looked at his mother and said:

-Mom! Close the door!

Camille turned over while smiling and said to Fred:

-But, stop hiding you... Your brother and Charly already saw you naked hundreds times. Then come in your room quickly that I put you in a fresh diaper and that I redress you.

Fred quickly left the bathroom under the amused glance of Marc and Charly. Once in its room, it lengthened on its bed. His mother creamed him without neglecting his privates. She slipped then a diaper under his buttocks and adjusted it and closed it. She asked him to stand up, and threaded him his pyjama jacket. She smiled by seeing this jacket a little short jacket which didn’t hide anything of the diaper that Fred was wearing.

-Why do you smile mom?

-Because to see you like that, with just a diaper and a little short pyjama jacket, I have the impression to see you back when you was 3 years old.

-Oh, really?

-Yes my big baby...

She then threaded him his pyjama bottom and went it up rather high. Fred now couldn’t hide what he had on the buttocks. It was quite visible... She raised, and kissed Fred who disappeared in his brother’s room, with a plastic noise to each one of his steps. Camille followed Fred and said:

-Who is the next?

-It’s my turn Aunty. Charly said.

-Ok my doudou; come to see me here, that aunty makes you your toilet. Camille said by kissing him when he passed in front of her.

They both came in the bathroom, and Charly had the same treatment than Fred. He was washed and dried, and then Camille took his pyjamas and left the bathroom. Charly followed her without being concerned with its nudity. Fred smiles when he saw his cousin passing in front of the door, with naked buttocks. Once in Fred’s room, Camille said to him:

-Well my doudou lengthens on your twin brother’s bed...

Charly started to laugh by hearing this.

-Aunty. Is it true that with Fred, we resemble ourselves a lot?

-Oh yes, my doudou! You resemble each other almost like two water drops

-It must be cool to have a twin brother.

-Yes, certainly... And besides Fred and you always were close one to the other. And I hope that you will stay it...

-Me too Aunty. For me, Fred is my brother, and at school it’s what I say to all my buddies.

-I know it my doudou; Fred already said it to me. Well, raises your buttocks that I put you in a fresh diaper.

-You put me back in diaper?

-Yes, why?

-But aunty, dad and mom will arrive. What will they say if they see me diapered?

-Don’t worry for this my darling, and let me do.

Charly didn’t answer and was satisfied to let his aunt diapering him like a little boy. She then threaded him his pyjamas, kissed him, and let him join Fred and Marc. She came in Marc’s room and said:

-Marc, it’s your turn my baby.

Marc smiled about his mother calls him like that. As for Fred and Charly, Camille washed him and get out from the bathroom with Marc’s pyjamas in the hand. They both returned in Marc’s room, and Marc lay down on his bed. His mother creamed him and slipped a fresh diaper under his buttocks. She adjusted this one and closed it. She left an onsie, and threaded it to Marc before threading him his pyjama. Once dressed, Camille said:

-Here is, my baby is very beautiful, and clean.

-Thank you mom.

-Well, I will prepare the meal.

Camille went down again, and went to see Claude in the living room. She kissed him, and then moved towards the kitchen, to go to prepare the meal.

Approximately fifteen minutes later, the bell resounds. Claude rose, and went to open the door. It was Ingrid and Philippe. –Come in, Come in...

-How are you? Ingrid asked.

-Yes, very well and you?

-Yes, well thank you.

Once that everyone had been said hello, they settled in the living room. Camille went at the bottom of the staircase and called

-The boys!

-Yes mom? Fred asked.

-Come down please.

-Ok mom, we arrive.

A few moments later the boys came in the living room.

-Mommy! Charly exclaimed.

-Hello my darling. She said by kissing him.

-Are you well mom? He asked her while kissing his father.

-Yes, very well. Then how your day occurred?

-Very well. And we went in grandpa and granny.

-Ah... They were surprised to see you.

-Yes, but they were very happy.

-That doesn’t astonish me. But show me, you’re very cute like that. You seem to a 4 years old toddler.

Charly reddens of what his mother just said him. She caught him by his waist, drew the rubber band of his pyjama’s bottom, and said:

-It’s cool my little boy. You are diapered like a little toddler.

-Yes, aunty washed us.

-How that? It’s aunty who washed you? She asked by tickling him.

-Yes, as when I was small. And she even diapered me.

-And well, you’re lucky. I hope that you benefited well from it, because tomorrow, it’s return to the normal one.

-Yes mom, I know.

Ingrid drew Fred by his waist, and kissed him.

-I see that my second baby is diapered too.

-Yes aunty... Fred answered.

-But tell me both... Come here in front of the dresser that I look at you.

The boys were carried out and Ingrid looked at them attentively. She turned towards Camille and said:

-It’s true that they resemble each other a lot.

-Yes, as you say. And moreover, considering they are dressed in the same way that amplifies the things.

-Yes, it’s true. They spent the whole day, dressed in the same way. Like real twin brothers.

-I believe that it will be necessary that we act in concert on the next purchases of clothing. It would be stupid not to benefit of this resemblance.

-Yes, I agree with you.

They took aperitif quietly, and discussed things and others.

It was 07:35pm when Philippe decided that it was time to go back home. Charly went to seek his bag which he put on his back. Ingrid turned towards Camille, and of an accessory glance found the answer to her question. They were said goodbye, and came back to their house. Charly was glad to return home, even if he already missed Fred. His mother caught him by the neck and said:

-Don’t worry. You will see your "twin brother" tomorrow.

They dined and looked at a film. It was 10:15pm when Ingrid said:

-Charly, it’s time to go to bed my darling.

-Yes mom...

-Go up in your room, I will come to border you and make you a kiss.

Charly rose, kissed, his father, went up in his room, while Ingrid went to seek his bag. She opened it, and found there what she sought. She took the bag and went up to join Charly in his room. She put the bag on the Charly’s desk, and left there the clothes which were in the bag, and which he finally didn’t use. She opened the cupboard and arranged them. She put the bag beside the Charly’s night table and knelt beside him. She raised his covers and pulled down his pyjama’s bottom.

-What are you doing mom?

-I check if my baby is wet.

Ingrid passed her hand on the Charly’s diaper and realized that this one was soaked, and that it wouldn’t hold another pee during the night. She pulled down his pyjama’s bottoms on his ankles, and started to open his diaper. Charly looked at his mother while saying:

-No mom, please! I want to keep it this night!

-But my baby, your layer is soaked, and it will not hold another pee during the night.

-Please mom! I don’t want to remove it this evening. I want to sleep in diaper! He said her with a voice full of tears.

Ingrid looked at him while smiling and answered him:

-But stop crying, big baby. Who said you that you will sleep without diaper this evening? Aunty put a fresh one in your bag for me to be able to change you before you go to bed.

-It’s true mommy?

-But of course my darling. She answered him by holding the diaper in her hand.

-Well, I will change the buttocks of this baby, and then he will make a big and good night, because tomorrow, there is school.

Charly let his mother change him submissively and enjoyed this moment of pleasure. He remembered time when he was small, and where his mother was diapering him every evening.

-Well, you’re clean for the night.

-Mom.

-Yes my treasure?

-If I need to pee this night, I can do it in my diaper?

-What a question... Of course my darling! If not, for what reason would that be used that I put you in a fresh layer?

-Thank you mom.

-Of nothing my little heart. Well, now it’s necessary for you to sleep.

Ingrid bordered and kissed him. She drew the door while saying:

-Goodnight my baby...

-Goodnight mommy.

Ingrid saw that there wasn’t anymore light in the living room and concluded from it that Philippe was gone up to bed. She went to join him in the bed.

The evening of Marc and Fred occurred appreciably in the same way. Camille changed the boys before they gone to bed, and went to join Claude in the marital bed. Everyone fell asleep quickly while dreaming...

* “doudou” is a French word which is used as a nickname to call someone with tenderness. It’s considerate like a synonym of “darling”. You have to read it as “doodoo”.