Part 4
"If your mom should ask, like I said, make sure you've nearly had an accident and perhaps you leak a little as well. My mom asked if that was happening," Bobby typed and added, "going to wet a pair of underwear for just in case. Not much but I think it will make it sound more credible if she sees them in the laundry."
"Roger that. It's a good idea. OK, so I'm leaking. Oh, Oh! She's home. OK, got to go," Jeff typed. Bobby heard a car as well. It hadn't been a full half hour yet.
Both boys were peeking out the windows as their moms turned into their respective driveways and heard the doors closing. They were in their beds at the same time before their mom reached the steps. Bobby listened for the key and other sounds hinting at where his mother was in the house and what she was doing.
"Honey! You awake," Helen called out.
"Yes mom," Bobby said sounding as sick as he hoped he needed to be.
"Be right up!" Helen said smiling.
"OK mom," Bobby said listening to the sounds. He heard the sounds of a grocery bag, then the clunk of something on the kitchen table, her keys or purse most likely. Finally her foot steps out of the kitchen, silent on the rug, then clicking again coming up on the steps. Bobby adjusted his face to reflect his agony at the moment.
"Hello honey. How are you feeling," Helen asked with a very concerned look on her face as she automatically put her hand on his forehead. That bag she held with her other hand was curious but whatever was in it was beyond Bobby's view.
"Hi mom, I'm OK. A little tired I guess, but fine otherwise," Bobby said sounding weak, but looking intently at the large plastic bag his mother held when she came in. The bag went on the floor at the foot of his bed as she sat on the bed's edge again putting her palm on his forehead.
"I am so worried about you. Really, how are you feeling?" Helen asked running her hand down his cheek.
"I'm a little dizzy." Bobby said deciding to push it a little.
"No fever still! That's good. OK, so here is the good news and bad news. You're sick for sure, but it's not too serious the doctor says. It could be though, so we've got to watch this for a few days. It's definitely intestinal and the only thing we've got to worry about is making sure you get enough liquids so you don't get dehydrated. You should be over the worse of this by Monday. If not we've got to take you in and get you an antibiotic," Helen said.
"Till Monday," Bobby asked sounding sad, but wanting to shout for joy.
"Could be worse honey. The bad news is that it's having a field day with your kidneys and bladder. Something to do with the nerve endings. Honestly, I'm not sure what that all meant when the doctor told me that, other than it's why you wet your bed last night. Same with Jeff as a matter of fact. It's mostly going to happen when you sleep but as this thing takes hold, it could happen at any minute as well. You said you nearly had another accident right," Helen asked drawing Bobby deeper into what was coming next.
"Yes, almost didn't make it to the bathroom," Bobby said looking concerned. He was happy that there was something out there that actually matched his symptoms. It definitely made his symptoms sound legitimate. He was thrilled but looking very sad as he added, "sort of wet a pair of shorts a little. I'm sorry."
"That's what I mean, it's worrisome," Helen said and added, "and don't you dare apologize for being sick. You can't help it."
"I know and thanks mom," Bobby said and added, "kind of embarrassing that I might have wet myself."
"Don't worry about that, OK? Anyway, Doctor Clark says that you are most likely going to have that happen a lot in the next couple of days. Going to get a little worse because of the liquids. Can't be helped and remember, it's not your fault! I mean that, I don't want you feeling guilty about it. You're sick and that's what we need to concern ourselves over. OK," Helen said stroking her son's forehead.
"OK," Bobby said sounding even sicker than he had when she came in. He was going to be home tomorrow for sure!
"Anyway, that's the other part that I'm concerned about," Helen said.
"What's that," Bobby asked.
"You're wetting accidentally," Helen said.
"I'm sorry but I can't help it," Bobby said.
"I know honey, I know. In fact, it's to be expected. So, I don't want you to think that you're being punished when I put you into those things. Like I said, it's not your fault and it's only going to be for a couple of days," Helen said trying desperately to keep her face serious.
"What things," Bobby asked remembering the bag his mother had walked in with. She had sat them down at the foot of his bed so he couldn't see what it was. He was curious before this, now he was very curious.
"Honey, I know you're not going to like this but again, it can't be helped. Anyway, I'm going to have to put you back into diapers and plastic pants for a couple of days. This way you don't risk wetting yourself or your bed. Frankly, it's a lot easier on me as well." Helen said bending back to grab the bag she had sat down.
"Diapers," Bobby said in a sudden panic. He almost bolted up at the mention of diapers, but caught himself.
"Diapers and plastic pants," Helen said savoring the words.
"Diapers," Bobby asked again.
"It's for your own good honey. Just till the worse part of this passes. This Doctor Clark says it never goes past four or five days and, like I said, you'll most likely be out of them by Sunday. Monday worse case. I know it's very embarrassing for you, but it's a whole lot better than waking to a wet bed. Right? Even worse if you had an accident while you are awake," Helen said.
Bobby had dug the hole he was now in. He'd even told her he'd almost had another accident already and even wet his shorts once. The only way out of this was to tell her the truth and that definitely wasn't an option. She was missing work and worse, he'd lied. No telling what would happen if it got out he was fibbing!
"Mom," Bobby started to say.
"What honey," Helen asked.
"They sell pull-ups. You know, the kind of disposables that look like underwear," Bobby said meekly.
"I know honey, but the woman at the health store suggested diapers only because you're a little older and wet a little more than someone young enough for pull-ups. Plus they are more absorbent and will be a little more comfortable. And don't forget, you'll be taking in a lot of liquids," Helen said.
"Oh, right," Bobby said softly cursing his circ-umstance.
"Come on, it's only going to help and I'm feeling bad enough already that you're sick. Will you do this for me," Helen asked.
"Yes ma'am!" Bobby said feeling his shoulders slump. He was trapped as he watched the bag his mother now held.
"Good! Now do me a favor and go toss your robe in the wash. It needs washing anyway and most likely that's the only thing you'll be wearing with these things. These diapers are too bulky for pants or pajamas bottoms. Go ahead with the robe and then take yourself a nice hot shower while I get your baby things ready," Helen said.
"Baby things," Bobby repeated.
"Didn't mean that. I meant your incontinent things," Helen said.
"OK," Bobby said.
"If you get dizzy again, sit down immediately and yell for me, OK," Helen said.
"OK," Bobby said
That little thing with the robe was Rose's idea. Cleaver little ploy that would leave both boys without anything to cover what they were about to wear. Those robes would be washed and dried and that meant unavailable for at least an hour, maybe two. The women decided they wanted at least that hour for show.
Bobby did as he was told walking slowly to the chair in front of his computer to grab the robe. His computer screen saver was on. His time on that chat board now only a vanishing dream. His diapers, he thought, as he passed out of the room watching in utter dismay his mother opening one of the packages. A puffy package of white was lifted from the bag.
"Six ply," Bobby's mother Helen noted.
"What," Bobby stopped and asked.
"Sorry, I was reading from this package of diapers. Says they are six ply down the middle, you know, an absorbent center, but I think I'll double them anyway," Helen said.
"Whatever," Bobby said moving a little quicker out of the room. He did not want to know how thick his diapers were or anything else about them.
Jeff was in the exact same boat only he was in the shower when his mother tossed his robe in the machine. Both boys had almost the same thing facing them when they returned to their bedrooms. On Bobby's bed, as it was with Jeff's, were two cloth diapers neatly laid out flat one laying on top of the other. Next to those already open were two diaper pins. Next to those diaper pins was baby powder and baby lotion and laying flat nearby a pair of plastic vinyl baby pants.
That baby lotion, instead of the baby oil, was another idea of Roses. It was pink and read Baby Lotion on the front. The picture of the Baby was what had attracted Rose to using it. It was also nicely scented which she thought would be a bonus. Helen had agreed and that's what was on Bobby's nightstand as well when he came back in.
The two diapers made a very thick pile that would make a very thick diaper under those adorably Gerber style baby pants. Too thick for pants and very "baby" looking when the boys would meet. With their robes in the wash they would be wearing only tee-shirts, their diapers, plastic panties and slippers. A fitting look for the two boys when the mothers would bring them together.
"Just sit right on top of your diaper honey and then lay back before you spread your legs. Oh, and when you spread your legs spread them as far as you can," Helen said to Bobby who cringed first at the words and then at the plastic panties laying at the far side of his bed. He almost confessed right then, but bit his tongue.
"There we go. Now spread your legs nice and wide. Right to the edge of the bed. Gosh, I can hardly remember when the last time I did this? You had to be... What? Two or three... Must have been two. Yes, it was just after your second birthday. OK, now if I remember this right, it's baby lotion first, baby powder next then pin your diapers closed," Helen said making sure she kept up a nice dialog. Bobby had closed his eyes as she added, "although I guess you don't want me blowing on your tummy like I use to do, do you.
"Not likely," Bobby said in just a whisper. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this humiliated or embarrassed. He was laying over two diapers and his mother, smiling, was twisting open a bottle of pink baby lotion.
Bobby forced his eyes closed tighter when his mother began adding that baby lotion. He fought what was happening, but had little control over it and his face, already red and warming, grew hotter still from his reaction. He kept trying to remember that he would get an erection from anyone doing that but even so, it was his mother and that made it worse. His mother also was spending way too much time applying the lotion and he almost reached a climax.
"Honey, it's OK. Don't be embarrassed. You use to do that when you were a baby. Don't give it another thought. Baby's, like young boys, like being caressed. It's part of the bonding process," His mother said as she finished with the baby lotion and began with the baby powder. It was way too much again as she kept shaking it over him. If she could have, she would have emptied it on him. A moment later Bobby felt the diaper move and grow snug and then taught between his legs.
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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