MARC AND FRED’S AVENTURES

Chapter 11

Original title: Les aventures de Marc et Fred

Author: Bebemanu (bbmanu@hotmail.fr)

Date: April 2006

Translation: Bebemanu

Date: April 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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They went up in their room and gone to bed. Marc fell asleep very quickly. Fred and Charly discussed a little with low voice, not to be made thunder. Fred was not long to fall asleep, while Charly thought of the evening that he had just spent, as at the day which awaited him tomorrow. It made him funny to be with the bed with a diaper. He remembered that a few years ago, he had, sometimes, put a diaper for the weekend, to make as his cousins who still made pee with the bed. He doesn’t made pee with the bed anymore since he was 4 years old. He asked to himself how many children could wear a diaper well to go to the bed. And he wondered even if some of his buddies wear some. It’s on this question that he fell asleep…

Charly opened the eyes and was turned to try to see the hour on Fred’s radio operator alarm clock. This one being on the other side of the bed, he didn’t reach that point. Charly thinks that as the weather was still black, it wasn’t yet time to rise. He went back on his back and understood why he had awaked. He wanted to make pee badly. He started to rise, and it’s at this time that he felt the thickness which he had between the legs. He remembered that his mother had put a diaper to him yesterday evening. A cruel dilemma was posed with him. Was it to use his diaper, or to go to the toilets discreetly, and nothing to say to anybody. Charly liked the heat of his bed, and quickly took the decision of going back to bed. After all, he had a diaper, and the layers were made for that. He went back to the bed, and was let go himself in his diaper, not without some difficulties. He felt a soft heat to invade his diaper, and to be spread on his pubis and his buttocks. Since time that he hadn’t worn a diaper, he didn’t remember anymore the feeling that that got when it was wet. Once his diaper well wet, he passed the hand on his pyjamas, and noted that his diaper had inflated. He also was able of to realize it when he wanted to tighten the legs. Intrigued, he passed his hand in his pyjamas, and was subjugated by the contact with the plastic pant. He passed his hand in this one, and touched his layer to see whether there were no leaks. Once this little exploration finished, he falls asleep again, the buttocks with the heat in his layer…

When he reopened the eyes, he now could see the light through the blades of the shutters. He turned toward the bed of his cousin, and whom been able to see the radio operator alarm clock. It was 09:17am. He got up a little his bust and been able to note that Fred wasn’t in his bed anymore. He decided to rise, and to leave to research his cousin. When he was upright, reality pointed out to him the events of the day before at the evening, as well as night. The diaper which started to hang between his legs pointed out him the pee which he had made this night. He went up his diaper slightly, which caused to put his skin in contact with the cushion of wadding soaked with urine. The feeling wasn’t to displease to him. He was reminded the weekends that he passed in this behaviour, with his cousins, when they were small. He left the room, and passed the head in Marc’s room to see whether Fred wasn’t there. Not seeing him, he came down the staircase, and saw the light in the kitchen. Arrived at the kitchen’s door, he seen his cousin taking a brick of milk. He came in and said:

-Hello Fred.

-Hello Charly. Fred answered, without being turned over.

-Slept Well?

-Yes, and you?

-Yes, too well.

Fred was turned over and put milk to be heated for his cousin and him. He prepared two bowls, and left the bread, butter, as well as the apricot jam. After having put all that on the table, he looked at Charly and said to him:

-Oh, we would say that you made pee in your diaper…

-Yes, I awoke this night with desire of pee. Then, I wet my layer.

-But it’s why they are made for…

-Yes, I know. But there’s a long time ago that I didn’t slept with a layer. And there’s a long time that I didn’t wet myself too. And you, you are wet Fred?

-Yes, unfortunately. Fred answered sadly.

-Unfortunately? Why?

-And well, I have a problem nevertheless…

-Really? What one?

-I remake pee with the bed and I don’t like that of the whole, and on another side, I like to have a wet diaper on the buttocks.

-Ah yes, I don’t understand anymore… Charly answered intrigued.

-What don't you understand?

-I don’t understand that you like to wear a wet diaper if you don’t like to make pee with the bed.

-This weekend it’s ok, because I have a diaper. But if not, the remainder of the time, I don’t wear any diapers to sleep. And as I remake pee with the bed, I awake in the morning in a wet bed. And it’s that which I don’t like.

-Ah, ok! Like that I understand better. Then why don’t you wear a diaper every evening, to go to bed?

-Because that mom doesn’t want that I wear back some as much as I didn’t see the urologist.

-I find that it’s stupid.

-Yes, me too, but I can’t do differently.

Milk was hot, and the boys settled round the table for breakfast. They prepared each one two big slices of bread buttered with jam, which they soaked in their hot chocolate. At a given time, Charly raised the head and required:

-Fred, what will we do today?

-I don’t know. If the weather isn’t too cold, we will play outside a little. If not, we will see well.

They finished lunch quietly, disencumbered and cleaned their table, then went to settle in the living room, in front of television. Fred requested to Charly what he wanted to look at, and Charly answered that he doesn’t care. Fred lit the satellite and put receiver on Disney Channel. They looked at television since a good moment when they heard:

-Hello boys! Are you well?

-Hello aunty.

-Hello mom.

-Are you upright for a long time?

-A little more than one hour. Fred answered.

-Did you take your breakfast?

-Yes, we lunched.

-Very well, then I leave you quiet for the moment. I will wash myself, I will lunch, and I will deal with you then.

-Ok. They answered in chorus.

Camille came in the kitchen, and started the coffee machine. While the coffee ran, she went up on the floor and went to the bathroom. Twenty-five minutes later, she went back down. She poured its coffee, and went to settle in the living room.

-You make me a small place? She asked.

-Of course yes, aunty. Charly answered.

Camille sat down and caught Charly by the waist. She drew him towards her and kissed him.

-How is my doudou*, this morning?

Charly smiled of the way in which came to call him his aunt. He remembered that she called him like that since he was a baby, but that that made one moment that she hadn’t done it.

-I’m well, aunty. And you how are you?

-I’m fine too, thanks. Then, in which state is your diaper this morning? She asked to him.

Charly looked at his aunt and became red.

-Oh… Considering your head, I guess that it must be wet.

-Yes, it’s wet… Charly answered timidly.

Camille sat Charly beside her and hugged him while saying to him:

-Charly, you know, you shouldn’t have shame to have wet your diaper. It’s why they are made for…

-I know, but I’m not accustomed anymore to make pee in a diaper.

-I understand… Perhaps don't you like that anymore?

-Oh yes, I like that. I didn’t remember anymore what that did, and I find that brilliant! It's a pity that it was only for one evening, and that mom said me that afterwards, I wouldn’t wear diapers anymore.

-Charly, you have to understand her… You don’t make pee with the bed anymore since a long time. Before, you spent your weekends in diaper, but it was to do like Marc and Fred when they were at home, or when you came at home for a sleepover. But now, you are 10 years old ½, you are at the college, you are a big boy, and you don’t need diapers anymore…

I know, but I would have liked to continue to wear some; even if it’s occasionally.

-There, I can’t do anything for you my big baby…

-I know aunty. Fred is lucky that you’re ok that he spends the weekend in diaper.

-You know Charly, Fred knows that Monday evening; it will be the return to reality, and the disappearance of the diapers…

-Yes, I know, he said it to me. But, what will you do if he continues to make pee with the bed?

-It’s another problem. He has an appointment with the urologist, Wednesday afternoon.

-Yes, he said it to me too …

-But nothing premise to say that the urologist will say to me to put him back in diapers for the night.

-Even if he continues to awake in a wet bed each morning?

-Yes Charly. Because perhaps that the urologist will propose him another solution.

-Yes, we can’t know it now…

-Good, let us see seeing in which state is the diaper of this baby… She says him while smiling.

Charly stood up and Camille lowered his pyjamas bottom. She passed her hand on the plastic pant and said:

-There’s no leak, it’s already that. Let us seeing what there is inside.

She lowered the front of the plastic pant, then the back. She positioned it back and went up Charly’s pyjamas bottom before saying:

-And well, it’s a well wet layer. You don’t have make seeming this night. But it can still hold a moment and containing another pee.

Charly looked at his aunt and asked to her:

-Ah? So, it means that if I want, I can make wee in my diaper another time?

-But of course, what a question! It seems to me that diapers are made for that…

-Yes, but I thought that it was just for the night, with the case I would have needed to pee.

-And isn’t it what you did?

-Yes. But I didn’t think that I had the right to make wee inside, when I’ll be raised, the morning.

Camille started to laugh and answered:

-But Charly, as long as you have your diaper on your buttocks, you can make pee inside. But take care with the leaks nevertheless.

-Ok aunty…

-Good, I will nevertheless drink my coffee, because if not, it will be cold.

Charly sat down beside his aunty while Camille was drinking her coffee. Once her coffee finished, she looked at Fred and said:

-And what about my big baby? In which state is his diaper?

Fred looked at his mother and answered:

-Wet…

-I would have suspected it. I would have been astonished by the opposite. Come here to see me two minutes …

Fred rose and went to put himself in front of his mother. She lowered to him his pyjamas bottom, and his plastic pant, while saying to him:

-Let us seeing the layer of my big baby… Is it in the same state as that of your Siamese twin?

Fred and Charly looked at Camille while smiling.

-It is well wet mom…

Camille put his hand on Fred’s diaper, touched it and said:

-Indeed, it’s well wet… It’s wet even a little more than Charly’s one. With my opinion, you had to made several pees inside during the night. Unless you board don’t remake pee inside this morning, while raising you…

Fred reddens and didn’t answer. Camille looked at him while smiling and said to him:

-Fred, doesn’t make this head there… I teased you. I suspect well that you made pee inside this morning, while raising you. And then as I have say it to Charly; it’s why diapers are made for. And if you didn’t wet it, I would not see the interest for you to wear some.

Fred found his smile and kissed his mother. She redressed him correctly and said:

-Well, perhaps it would be necessary that I deal with these two babies there. Their buttocks need to be cleaned.

The boys smiled of the remark of Camille. She rose, taken its bowl, and went to put it in the sink. She arranged a little the kitchen then reappeared in the living room a few minutes later.

-Well, with which one I start?

The boys didn’t answer, and Camille decided:

-Well. Fred, I will start with you.

-I come, mom…

Fred rose, and followed his mother under the amused glance of Charly. They climbed, leaving Charly in front of television. They came in the bathroom and closed the door. Camille stripped Fred, and removed him his diaper. She made run water, made him go up in the bath-tub, and washed him. Fred doesn’t say anything, and even started to appreciate that his mother deals with him like a 3 year old little boy. Still a few times ago, it would have protested vigorously by saying that he wasn’t any more a baby, and that he was enough big to wash himself. But for a few days, it had been let make readily, benefiting from the care and the attention which his mother carried to him. Once he was washed, Camille dried Fred, and opened the door. Fred was naked when it left the bathroom to go in his room. Fred lay on his bed and awaited his mother for the continuation of the program. She came in Fred’s room, looked at him while smiling, and said:

-Well, and if we put a diaper on to this big baby?

Fred didn’t answer and was satisfied to smile to his mother, before taking his thumb in his mouth. His mother pointed out to him that that made three days that he had recovered to suck his thumb. He didn’t answer, and stayed lengthened while waiting for that his mother deals with him. Camille opened the cupboard, and left what to diaper Fred. She left the cream, a fresh diaper, a plastic pant, a pair of tights, and an onsie. She thought a few moments and closed the door of the cupboard. She turned over and said to Fred:

-Well, with us two!

She approached the bed and knelt herself beside the edge of the bed. She unfolded the diaper, and slipped it under Fred’s buttocks. Fred let himself do most simply of the world. She coated him his buttocks and his genital parts with cream, which caused to make him become hard. His mother didn’t say anything and was satisfied with him to smile. Fred always had his thumb in his mouth, and had reddened. Camille folded back the front of the layer on Fred’s pubis, and adjusted the adhesives tapes. Once the diaper closed, she checked if the leak-prevented gates are well placed from there, and threaded him his plastic pant. She made him stand up and threaded to him his tights that she went up to semi thighs. She threaded him his onsie, closed the snaps between Fred’s legs, and finished to go up to him his tights. She looked at him with a smile and said:

-Here is, my baby is ready!

Fred looked at his mother and asked her:

-You don’t dress me today, mom?

-We will see that presently, if ever Charly and you want to go outside.

-Ok.

-Please my darling, arrange the auxiliary bed. Then, you will be able to play console a little while I deal with Charly.

-Ok mom…

Camille left Fred’s room and came in Marc’s one. She approached the bed, and kissed him on the face before saying:

-Marc, it’s time to wake up my darling.

Marc opened the eyes and saw his mother leaning on him and smiling to him. He returned his smile to her and said:

-Hello mom.

-Hello my baby. You slept well?

-Yes.

-You rise, and you come down to take your breakfast?

-Mom.

-What my treasure?

-My bed is wet.

-Oh, really? Show that to me…

Camille raised the feather bed and saw two small aureoles. She looked at him and said:

-It’s not serious. You had a few leaks during the night. And in theory, you should have the two same aureoles on your pyjamas, on the level of your buttocks.

Marc touched his pyjamas, and noted that it was actually wet on the level of his buttocks.

-Yes mom, you are right…

-Lets go, get up my baby, and go down, that I prepare you your breakfast before that I deal with Charly.

-Mom, where is Fred?

-In his bedroom, arranging the auxiliary bed.

-Did you already change him?

-Yes, I just done it.

Marc tightened the arms to his mother who understood what her son wanted. She took him in her arms, kissed him, and came down it in the living room. She posed him on the settee, under the amused glance of Charly.

-Hello Marc! Charly said.

-Hello Charly.

-Charly, I go to prepare Marc’s breakfast, and I deal with you… Camille said.

-Ok aunty.

Marc lay and looked at the TV while sucking his thumb.

Camille returned a few moments later with a hot milk bowl and cereals to the chocolate. She posed the whole in front of Marc and said to Charly:

-It’s up to you Charly.

Charly rose and moved towards the staircase.

-That I clean the buttocks of this baby there… Camille added by giving him a small slap on his bottom stuffed by the wet diaper which he was carrying. That caused to make laugh Charly. Once in the bathroom, Camille stripped Charly and removed him his plastic pant. She stopped and looked at Charly.

-What’s the matter, aunty?

-And well, as I can see, since a few moments ago, you didn’t deprive yourself to make wee again in your diaper.

Charly became red to the ears and answered:

-Yes, I made it twice since presently.

-I see that… Camille answered. Your diaper is soaked, and in extreme cases of leaks.

She opened Charly’s diaper and removed it to him. She put it in the dustbin, and said to him:

-Go up in the bath-tub, that I wash you.

-Aunty…

-Yes my big baby?

-You know, I wash myself alone. I’m a big boy now. He says to Camille by putting his hands in front of his sex.

Camille looked him while smiling and answered him:

-I know that you are a big boy now. But here, the babies don’t wash themselves alone. And as you had a soaked diaper, you are regarded as a baby. And it means that it’s me who wash you…

A little obstructed, and not knowing what to answer, Charly was resigned to go up in the bath-tub. Camille made run water and washed him with same delicacy that when she washed Fred. Charly looked at his aunt washing him, and found that finally, it wasn’t so unpleasant.

-Aunty.

-Yes?

-You will be able not to say to mom that you washed me?

-If you want. But I don’t see what there is of odd so that I washed you this morning?

-It’s just that I prefer that mom doesn’t know it, because at home, that made already 2 years that I wash myself alone, because mom said me that I am a big boy, and that the big boys wash themselves alone.

-Ok, I will not say it to her. Your mother is right, but today isn’t a usual day. You spent the night with a diaper, and your skin macerated in the urine all the night, plus part of the morning. Then I prefer to wash you myself even in order to be sure that you would be quite clean in this place, and that you’ll not have any rashes.

-Thanks aunty.

Camille finished washing Charly, and then she dried him. She then rolled him up in the towel, and took him in his arms, kissed him, and said to him:

-Well, now we will equip this little boy there…

That made laugh Charly who let his aunt deal with him. Camille left the bathroom with Charly in the arms, and came in Fred’s room.

Fred sat by ground and played video games. He smiles when he saw his mother coming with Charly her arms, rolled up in a towel.

-Fred, looks! I found a little boy in the bathroom.

-Oh yes. And he’s cute.

-Yes, you’re right. But what will we well be able to do of him?

-Perhaps we could adopt him…

-Hum… It’s a good idea…

Charly laughed to hear his aunt and his cousin to speak about him like that.

-Well, I will deal with him before he catches a cold, and before his small wee wee fly away… Camille said while smiling.

She deposited Charly on Fred’s bed, and removed him the towel. Charly was naked, upright on Fred’s bed. Camille lengthened him and took the tube of cream. Charly looked at his aunt with an odd air, and asked her.

-Aunty, why do you put cream on me?

-Because you passed the night with a wet diaper, and that I wouldn’t like you to catch a rash.

Charly didn’t seek further and let his aunt whitewash his buttocks and genitals with cream. Once it was done, Camille opened Fred’s cupboard, took a diaper, an onsie, and a pair of tights. She closed the cupboard and was turned over while taking care that Charly doesn’t see what she had left. She knelt at the edge of the bed, and put the whole by ground. She looked at Charly while smiling and said to him:

-What will we put on this little boy?

-My clothes are in my bag.

-And where is your bag?

-Euh, I believe that it stayed in the cupboard, in the hall … Charly answered.

-And well, it’s not very useful in the hall… I will be obliged to equip you with some of your cousin’s clothes.

Charly looked at Camille while smiling and answered:

-And what will you put to me?

-I think to know it…

-Oh, really?

-Yes… I believe that I will start diaper you. Like that, I will be sure that you will not wet your trousers like a little boy. Camille said by making him a wink.

Charly looked at his aunt with big eyes, and didn’t believe what he had just heard.

-You will diaper me? But mom said that it was just for a night!

-Yes, I know, but it’s me who decide. And I decided that you would pass the rest of the day with a diaper, like your cousins.

-Is it true aunty? I will pass the rest of the day in diapers?

-Of course my doudou*…

-Yeah, it’s so cool!

-Well, raise your buttocks.

Charly raised his buttocks and Camille slipped the diaper she just unfolded, under him. She folded back the front of this one on Charly’s pubis, and adjusted the adhesives tapes. Charly was with the angels, and let his aunt deal with him like Fred had done it a few minutes earlier. Camille made Charly rectify his chest to be able to thread him his onsie that she closed between his legs using the snaps. She took the pair of tights and was going to thread to him when Charly said:

-You want to put to me some tights? What for? Tights are for the girls!

-No, it’s for boys too! And it’s for that you don’t catch a cold; because you will stay like that for the moment. Like Fred.

Charly turned the head and saw that Fred was indeed dressed with a pair of tights. He didn’t say anything more and let his aunt do. Camille threaded them to him and Charly finally been able to look at himself in the mirror of Fred’s cupboard.

-Ouah! It makes me funny to see me equipped like that. We clearly see the diaper that I have on the buttocks.

Camille stood up behind him, took him in her arms, kissed him and said:

-Like that, you don’t spoil in the house, and you seem like a baby too.

-Yes, it’s clear.

-You who wanted to continue to wear diapers, here is your wish realised for the day. On the other hand, don’t wait to be soaked to ask to be changed.

-Ok aunty.

-Well, I leave you because I still have another baby to deal with…

Camille left the room and went down to see Marc in the living room.

-All is ok my darling? She asked to him.

-Yes mom.

She disencumbered the bowl and the cereals and moved towards the kitchen. When she came in the kitchen, she was surprised to find Claude lunching.

-You’re already upright? I didn’t hear you to rise.

-Normal, you were in the bathroom with Charly…

-Ah ok, I understand better.

-You slept well my darling?

-Yes, very well, and you?

-Very well too.

-Yesterday, you said to me that you found what you were searching for Fred?

-Yes, it’s true. When I went to seek diapers at the pharmacy, I asked to the salesman if he didn’t have a catalogue of specialized clothing, like bodies, sleepers, etc…

-And what did he answer you?

-He entrusted me a catalogue which it’s necessary that I bring back for him tomorrow.

-And you found what you were searching for?

-Yes, but before, it’s necessary that we speak seriously about it.

-No problem my darling… I go up to take a shower, and we see it.

-Ok. Oh, darling, since you will take a shower, will you be able to deal with Marc?

-Of course yes…

Claude kissed Camille, left the kitchen, and came in the living room. He leaned towards Marc and caught him. Marc looked at his father and said:

-What are you doing, daddy?

-This morning it’s me who deal with the baby…

Marc didn’t answer and was satisfied to smile to his father. His father took him in his arms and moved towards the staircase. Marc put his head on his father’s shoulder and put his thumb in his mouth to suck it. His mother who was at the kitchen’s door, smiles when she saw her son in Claude’s arms, like a 2 years old little boy. Arrived in the bathroom, Claude stripped Marc, removed him his diaper, and washed him. Marc wasn’t accustomed that his father deals with him. He didn’t dare to talk. His father looked at him and said:

-You who usually are always talkative, you lost your tongue this morning?

-No, but I am still tired.

-I saw it while climbing the staircases. It would have been really said that I had a baby in the arms.

Once Marc washed, Claude took him along to his room and lengthened him on his bed, and left what diaper him. He started by creaming him, then he put a diaper on him, which he adjusted not without evil. He threaded then an onsie to him, and asked Marc what clothes he wanted to wear. Marc answered to his father that he wanted to be like Fred. Claude left Marc’s room and came in Fred’s one.

-Hello boys!

-Hello dad.

-Hello uncle.

-And well, it’s two other babies whom I have there…

-Yes, mom equipped us in the same way. We would say almost twin brothers.

-Yes, it is true. Claude answered. Well, I will finish dressing Marc…

Claude came back in Marc’s room and opened the cupboard. He took a plastic pant, and a pair of tights. He was turned over and put the whole on the bed. He threaded the plastic pant to Marc and went it up to him over his diaper. He threaded to him the tights that he also made pass over the top of Marc’s diaper. He looked him while smiling and known as:

-Here is, the baby is ready!

-You don’t put anything else to me?

-You well said to me that you wanted that I equip you like your brother?

-Yes.

-And well, you are equipped like your brother. And your cousin is equipped like that too.

Marc doesn’t say anything else and rose. He kissed his father and left his room while saying:

-Thank you dad.

-Of nothing my baby.

Marc came in Fred’s room and noted that he was actually equipped like Fred and Charly. He sat down beside them and looked at them playing console.

Claude went to take a shower, got dressed, and went down again to the living room where Camille waited, with the catalogue. Claude kissed her and said:

-Let us seeing what you saw of beautiful in this catalogue…

Camille opened the catalogue and showed several clothing for Fred. Those were very infantile, and would suit him very well, because they were available in his size. Camille explained his motivations to Claude who arrived at the same conclusion as her. Fred certainly made a kind of regression. They were acknowledged mutually, that with final, it wasn’t to displease to them that Fred becomes back a little boy in his behaviour, and his way of getting dressed. Camille showed him the selection of articles that she had retained, and Claude entirely approved her choice. He took the catalogue and consulted the heading “furniture”. He showed to Camille various pieces of furniture, and both said that if their thoughts proved to be true, they would certainly buy specialized furniture for Fred. Camille filled one of the purchase orders being at the end of catalogue. The total cost of the selected articles was near 481 Euros. Camille folded the purchase order and arranged it in her hand bag, close which she put the catalogue, in order not to forget to take it the next morning while leaving to lead Marc to the school. Claude rose, and lit the television, while Camille went in the kitchen to prepare the meal of midday.

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…