Try as he might, Damien couldn’t sit up on his own and needed me to pull him up. I suppose that I could have just helped him to his feet, but instead, I went ahead and lifted him into my arms, carried him to the door and pushed it closed before lowering him to the floor in front of the mirror.
His eyes were wide open as he surveyed the refection of the diapered boy that was staring back at him. With his hands, he explored the outer diaper covering and then tried to move his legs closer together, but he couldn’t. There was too much diaper padding between his legs so he was forced to stand very much the way Sumo wrestlers do. Several times, he made a sound that was reminiscent of a dove cooing. As I stood behind him watching his mirrored twin, I could see that he seemed to be lost in diapered bliss, snickering at his own reflection in a giddy fashion.
“How about we get you a bedtime snack before I tuck you in for the night?” I asked, and Damien tried to turn around, but quickly lost his footing. He stumbled and fell backward onto his diapered rump.
We both laughed, “I think maybe I should carry you,” I said and bent down to lift him up.
He was more than willing to let me pick him up too because he held out his arms for me. I lifted him to my chest and he instinctively hugged my neck tightly.
When we were back downstairs, he didn’t want me to put him down, so I carried him over to his bottle, picked it up and handed it to him. He began to chug down the contents with machine like force, and by the time I had carried him to the kitchen and sat him down on the counter-top, it was nearly drained.
He held it in the air, and with his tongue, he made a sputtering rocket ship sound as he pretended that the empty bottle was crashing into my hand.
“What would you like for a bedtime snack?” I asked.
His expression changed and I couldn’t tell for sure if he was just thinking really hard or if he was pooping again.
I swear I could see the light bulb go on over his head just before he shouted, “Pancakes!”
“Pancakes?” I said with surprise, “We don’t have Pancakes for a bedtime snack; besides, all that syrup will keep you awake for hours and hours and hours.” I tickled under his chin and made him laugh.
I looked in a couple of the cupboards trying to find something suitable, but it was Damien that spotted them first.
“Bagel Minis!” he shouted and caused me to nearly jump out of my skin. He laughed, knowing that he startled me.
“That’s a good snack,” I said, thinking aloud.
The Bagel Minis were cinnamon-spice flavored and were about an inch and a half round. I opened the back and pulled out four that were stuck together so that when the two halves were pulled apart, they were the perfect size for putting into the popup toaster.
As an extra treat for my little buddy, while the bagels were toasting, I rinsed out his bottle and filled it with milk, adding just a teaspoon of sugar in it. I then popped it into the microwave for about 20 seconds.
His eyes twinkled when he tasted it and he made a satisfying, “Aaaah!” afterwards.
I was glad when he quickly tired after eating two of the Bagel Mini’s and polishing off his warm milk. He insisted that I carry him up to bed and tuck him in, but when I started to leave, he protested.
“Can you sleep with me?” he asked so sweetly.
I lay down beside him and rubbed his tummy through the large diaper until he was sound asleep. I then got up to go tidy up the house and make sure all the dirty clothes were washed, dried and put away again.
Before too long, I too was worn-out and desperate for sleep. I climbed the steps, and not wanting to disappoint Damien when he awoke the following morning, I crept into his room, pulled off the robe and climbed into bed with him.
The following morning, I was the first to awake. Actually, I had only slept about four hours. Damien had been having a dream and kicked me in his sleep. Since I was awake, I climbed out of bed, went for a quick pee before returning to the room.
Damien was lying on his back, one arm was propped behind his head and his legs were spread open due to the ample diaper material that was wrapped between them.
I was surprised when I checked his diaper and saw just how wet it was. It felt mushy to the touch and appeared to have doubled in thickness overnight. Before I changed him, I stood and basked in the wonderful sight of him lying there sleeping, wrapped in such a huge diaper.
Boy, when I opened up that diaper, I was sure surprised to find that not only had he peed more during the night, he also had pooped more. I couldn’t believe that after all the poop that had come out of him the night before, that there could have been more inside of his small bowels.
Damien slept right through the diaper change. I was sure he would wake up when I lifted his legs into the air so that I could clean his bottom and slide a fresh diaper under him, but he didn’t even so much as twitch. He didn’t even stir when I pressed a finger wrapped with one of the wipes into his poop-shoot to make sure he was totally clean.
Instead of putting him back into one of the Tena® diapers, I thought it would be amusing to see his reaction when he woke up and saw that he was now wearing a different diaper, so I used one of the Pampers.
Damien woke up about an hour later. I was down in the basement getting my clothes from the dryer when I heard him call for me.
“Max where are you?” he sounded scared.
Wearing only my socks and underwear, I raced up the steps and found him standing in the hallway between the kitchen and the living room. The second he saw me, he ran toward me and threw his arms around my waist. I pulled him off and knelt down before him. He’d been crying and his cheeks were streaked with tears.
“What’s the matter little man?” I asked.
“I couldn’t find you!” he blubbered and fell on my neck whimpering.
I tried to comfort him by saying, “I’m sorry little man, its ok, I’m right here.”
I looked down at the pamper I had placed on him and was surprised to see that it was hanging low on him due to having been peed in. When I cupped my hand under the sagging pouch I could feel that he’d wet but that it could probably hold another wetting. On the other hand, I really enjoyed changing him.
“Looks like someone needs changed again.” I said melodiously and wiped his tears away.
He put his arms out, “Carry me?”
Nothing could have pleased me more than the way he’d taken to diapers so willingly. However, I knew that we only had a few more hours of diaper play left to us before Bill and Gladys would be home.
The rest of that morning, the two of us were inseparable. No matter where in the house I went, Damien was right there beside me. Even when we sat down to eat breakfast, he wasn’t satisfied with sitting beside me, he wanted to sit on my lap.
Gone was the evil child I’d met just a few short days ago, replaced with a diaper loving sweet angel boy that only wanted to be near me and to be showered with love.
When the time drew near for his Grandparents to return, I took him to his room and told him that I’d have to put his underwear back on him. His words to me made my heart skip a beat.
“Can we do them again next time I come visit grandpa and grandma?” he asked.
“Only on one condition,” I said, “You can’t ever tell them what we did.”
He agreed and the two of us made sure that there were no signs left anywhere that would give us away. We even thought to sneak and throw all of the dirty diapers away in the neighbor’s trash. Bill and Gladys never did find out about what we had done while they were gone and Damien never discovered that the reason he had such explosive diarrhea that night was because of something I’d given him.
About two and a half weeks after Damien had gone back home, I got an envelope in the mail. The outside of the envelope had been addressed to me in blue crayon, and the return address told me it was from Damien. I opened it and inside was a crayon picture of Damien and me. Of course it didn’t look anything like either of us, I only knew it was us because he’d wrote our names under each face.
