Not quite ready

[Ahiru]

Chapter 1

Jeremy Wakeling had always been small for his age, right from when he had started school.  Whenever he had to line up with the other children, the difference was clear.  But his mother had always treated him as normal, loving him and encouraging him to do his best.  As he got older, he started to develop the typical attitude that comes with being a boy.  He would talk back to her, not always listen to her, stay out late with friends and his grades weren’t as high as she would like, but still she would love and cherish him.

He was only thirteen when his troubles started.  At first it would start with his waking in the middle of the night desperate to pee.  He found he would lose a lot of sleep if he didn’t get up straight away to go.  And then he found that he’d dribbled a little bit already, when he woke in the night.  Then one night he didn’t wake at all!  He slept all the way through until the morning, only to discover his bed was wet and he was cold.

He jumped out of the bed with a start.  This couldn’t be happening...it couldn’t.  He ran a hand through his hair and paced across the room, trying to make sense of this.  The sound of his mother shouting broke him out of his thoughts.

“Jeremy!  Get out of bed and get dressed now or you will miss the bus!”

Aw hell, he thought, he couldn’t do anything about it now.  He hastily showered, dressed and gave his mother a kiss, before running out of the door while stuffing his lunch into his bag.

He made it to the bus on time and it turned out to be a pretty good day for him.  In fact, he’d completely forgotten about the mess he’d left at home.  He went out with his mates after school and didn’t end up getting home until five.

His bag hitting the floor by the door must have been the signal to her that he was home.  “Jeremy Wakeling, I want to talk to you right now!”  Uh oh, she sounded angry.

He followed her voice to his bedroom where he found her pushing his cleaned mattress back onto the bed.  Damn!  She knew!  “Mum, I can explain.  You se-...”

“Jeremy, I would have understood better had you not left the mess here.  How could you do that?  You know I don’t like you damaging property and that mattress was expensive!”

“I’m sorry Mum, I was going to clean it up but then you said I’d miss the bus.  I don’t know why it happened.”  He hoped that currying sympathy would help his case.

She sighed and walked up to him, “I’m a little worried that you wet the bed, do you remember waking up at all last night?”  A shake of his head confirmed that he hadn’t, “You’re not going to drink anything an hour before bed, I’ll have to make your hot chocolate earlier.  And I’m going to watch you go to the toilet before bed too.”  This caused him to groan, having his mother watch him pee was so embarrassing!

His bedtime hot chocolate had been a ritual for them ever since he was a small boy.  His mother made them extra special by heating the milk up on the stove.  He would never admit it to has mates, but he always enjoyed his hot chocolate each night.

Unfortunately for him...her precautions didn’t work.  He woke up to sodden bedsheets the next morning and he knew if he didn’t tell her straight away, she would get very angry at him.  So it was a rather quiet thirteen year old boy who came downstairs to tell her.  She kissed him, told him she would make everything better, and told him to go shower and get ready for school.  This made him feel better, she wasn’t mad at him.
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I hope you all will enjoy this story.  I waited until I had several chapters before posting anything.

[Ahiru]

Chapter 2

That day went much the same as school days tended to go, he hung out with his mates and...sometimes paid attention in class.  He was the sort of boy who generally managed to scrape through in his tests and assignments and this had always spared him the teacher’s wrath.  Again he hung out with mates and again he arrived home later than expected, this time at 6pm.

He slunk in, knowing he was only just in time for dinner.  He dumped his bag at the door, washed his hands and sat at the table just as his mother was plating everything up.  She looked happy and was serving his favourite, spaghetti!  She set it down in front of him and then sat at her place with her meal.

They spent dinner time chatting about his day, his mates, the things he did that he was willing to tell her.  She also told him a little of her day, today was when she volunteered at the church’s second hand shop and she just loved seeing the people who came in and out to buy things.  She had commented that a mother had come in with a darling little baby and she had just the right bootees and hat to match the baby’s outfit.

This sort of conversation didn’t really appeal to Jeremy, but she was being extra nice to him.  This should have been a warning to him but he was never a terribly bright.  When he had finished his hot chocolate, his mother told him to meet her in her bedroom.

She was waiting for him there.  She had what looked like a towel laid out on the floor, along with powder, cream and plastic things...wait...is that a… “Mum!  No!  No way!  I’m not wearing a nappy!”

“Don’t be silly, dear.  I’m not having you ruin your bed.  Come here.”  She pointed to the nappy, “I could, of course, make you come here, but I would rather we not do this the hard way.”  Blast, she had the physical strength to make him, he was small for his age.  So he stomped over to the nappies and laid himself down.

She hummed to herself, as she started to spread the nappy rash cream over him, “If you manage to stay dry for a week, we’ll reconsider it.  But for now, this is what we have to do.” 

She pulled the front up and started pinning them in place.  They felt thick and soft and they caused his thighs to sit wider apart, this would take a little getting used to.  He harrumphed heavily as she pulled the plastic panties up to cover the bulk.

She stood him up and gave his padded rear a pat, “There you go, sweetheart.  Now you can sleep without worrying.”

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Chapter 3
Time passed and unfortunately for Jeremy, his bedwetting didn’t clear up.  In fact, it got worse until he woke up soaked every morning.  His mother pulling off his nappy and wiping him down had become another one of their rituals together.  She seemed to enjoy the time it allowed her to spend with him.

He would have died if anyone found out he wore nappies to bed...or at least he thought he would.  So it was a horrified Jeremy who started having trouble holding it in six months after his first bedwetting incident.

It was okay if he could get to the toilet between classes or during lunch, but sometimes the urge came during the class and none of his teachers would let him go.  The sudden requests to go to the toilet had them worried and they often sent notes home to his mother.

She said nothing until one day when he came home with damp undies and desperate to get inside.  This seemed to have her perplexed.  “Jeremy, I’m worried about you.  Your teachers tell me you’re asking to go a lot more often at school.  We’re going to have to take precautions during the day.”

“No, hell no!  I’m not wearing nappies during the day!  I’d never live it down!”

His mother blinks with surprise, “Nappies?  I don’t think you’re that bad, Dear.”  She turned and started to search in a large drawer, “I wanted to be prepared, so I got some when I bought your nappies.”  she held up a pair of plastic backed cloth training pants.

“No way Mum!  The guys would laugh at me in the changing rooms.  I’m not wearing them!”

She shrugged,  “Which would you prefer?  Training pants or wetting your pants in front of them?  I can easily write to the school and pull you out of physical education.  Come now, stop being silly.   I’m thinking of you here.  I certainly don’t want you to wet yourself in public.” 

She placed a hand on his shoulder and he grumbled, before finally nodding.  He knew she was right.  And she was her mother, she only did things because she loved him...right?

[Ahiru]

Chapter 4
Time went on and life seemed to settle into a routine again.  Jeremy would soak his nappy at night and then he would wear training pants in the day to catch any dribbles on his way to the toilet.  They were a little weird, at first, thicker than underwear.  In fact, his fourteenth birthday came and went in that time and he unknowingly started to get used to having damp cloth wrapped around his nethers.  Amazingly, his friends never seemed to notice and he made sure to wear plenty of deodorant to hide any smell.

The problem then started to get worse again.  His pressing need to pee started to get worse.  There started to be times where he would practically run to the toilet in fear that he wouldn’t make it!  It had become a running joke amongst his friends that he always needed to pee.  He would laugh along with them, burning with shame on the inside over what the reality was.

One day, he simply couldn’t make it.  He’d been to the mall with one of his friends, shopping for music, and he was walking on his way home when the urgent need to pee hit him.  He was still quite a distance from his home, too far to make it.  Looking around, there were no trees or bushes he could hide behind, there was nowhere he could release without anyone seeing.  He tried to hold it in and walked a little faster.

His block just started coming into view and he breathed a sigh of relief.  This relief caused him to relax for just a moment...and the floodgates opened.  Mortified and sure the neighbours could see, he broke into a run, not caring about the wet trail he was leaving in his wake.  How could this be happening?  Why was this happening to him?  Why was he...losing control?

[Ahiru]

Chapter 5
His mother looked horrified, when he came in the door.  His pants were soaked, he’d well and truly flooded his training pants.  She eyed him up and down, before firmly grasping his wrist and wordlessly leading him down the hallway to the bathroom.

While she ran the bath, he stammered and tearfully tried to tell her that it wasn’t his fault, that he didn’t know why it happened.  It was only after she had tested the water and started to undress him that she spoke, “I am starting to think that perhaps you’re not trying hard enough to control yourself, Jeremy.  What if you had wet yourself like that in front of your friends.  You must try harder!”

“But Mum!  I honestly am trying, I don’t know why this is going on.”

“Regardless, I think some extra time in nappies will convince you to make more of an effort,” she stated as she guided him into the tub.  “Your school holidays have started.  You’ll stay at home in nappies for the entire two weeks.  No exceptions.”

“No Mum, I’ll do anything but that.  Please no.  My friends would find out and tease me.  I’m sorry, I’ll try harder.  I promise.”

She paused her scrubbing and peered at him, before stating in a no nonsense voice, “No Jeremy.  You will be wearing nappies for two weeks or I will personally tell your friends you pee your pants.  This is for your own good.”

He was at a loss for words at this.  He knew his mother would do just that, if pushed.  He sat in the bath glumly, as she washed him, contemplating how horrid his school holidays were going to be.

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Jeremy sat on the couch watching television clad in his nappies and pyjamas.  He saw little point to getting dressed, none of his pants fit him and he wasn't going anywhere.  After a couple of days of sulking and expressing his dissatisfaction with this punishment, he decided to just accept it.  His arguments with his mother hadn't changed his fate.  Each time he tried, she merely reinforced that this was for his own good and maybe he would try harder next semester in school.

After two days of sitting around the house watching tv, playing games, reading books, helping his mother with housework...he started to figure he would enjoy the convenience that had been forced on him.  With nappies on 24/7, he no longer had to stress and worry about getting to the toilet in time.  He no longer had to worry about wetting his pants.  The stress and fear over the past few months had been tiring, now that he thought about it.  What was wrong with enjoying not having to care for a couple of weeks?  He would go back to his training pants when school started, no harm done...or so he thought.

There was a room in the house that always remained locked.  His mother told him that it was where she stored some of his father's things.  She always got teary-eyed when talking about his father, so Jeremy didn't like to push it.  He didn't like to see his Mum upset, he did love his Mum a great deal.  She spent quite a bit of time in that room cleaning, as well as cleaning the rest of the house.  He didn't care, so long as he got to enjoy his holidays.  Work is for school, holidays are for fun!

Feeling that bulk constantly between his legs was never fun.  It felt like sitting on an uncomfortable and often soggy cushion.  And he couldn't close his legs properly.  No, he would never enjoy it.  Sure, the nappies were soft when they first went on, but it didn't take long for them to start getting cold and damp.  And then the plastic pants crackled with his every movement.  Jeremy thanked his lucky stars that humiliation and embarrassment in front of friends wasn't part of the punishment.

His friends tried to come visit and call, they were wondering why Jeremy had seemingly disappeared.  His mother told them that he had gotten sick with a contagious virus and she didn't want them to get it either.  The only way for him to recover was to rest quietly.

And then his relationship with his mother seemed to thrive.  She paid even more loving attention to him now, if that was even possible, than during the last school term.  Sometimes she would sit and watch tv with him, or she would play a game, or she would bring home some special treat for the two of them to enjoy.  It was just the two of them.  He loved to sit with her.  Hell that would be embarrassing if the guys found out.  Sometimes, she would even make him a hot chocolate in the morning, as well as before bed.  Oh they tasted so good!

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Jeremy woke on the last day of his school holidays with a mixed sense of excitement and sadness.  The torture of his punishment would be over soon, things would go back to normal...but it meant the holidays and time for fun was over.  He would have to go back to lessons, homework and other dull things.  He thought to himself that he would have to make the most of this last day, as he pulled back the blankets on his bed to trudge to the dining room for breakfast.

As usual, his mother was there with breakfast and his hot chocolate ready.  He sat down at the table, his nappies pressing onto the wood with a crinkly squish, oh how he couldn't wait until he didn't have to listen to that during the day anymore.  Just one more day.  As he tucked into his toast and soft boiled egg, his mother started to chat, "My goodness the holidays have gone fast, to think my cute little boy will be back at school tomorrow."

The phrase 'cute little boy' didn't phase Jeremy, it was a name she had used regularly through the course of his life.  As he cut up his toast into soldiers, to dip into the yolk, he replied, "Mmm, I can't wait to get back to normal and out of these nappies in the daytime."

He looked to his mother, testing the water with this statement.  Fears started to rise when he saw the uncomfortable pause she was taking, as if trying to find the best words to use, "Well, dear, we need to talk about that.  You've been wearing nappies full time for two weeks now and your wetting hasn't gotten any better...in fact it's worse.  I've noticed you wetting and not even realising it until afterwards."  He shifted uncomfortably, putting down the piece of toast in his hands, as she continued, "It's brought me to the decision that you're not quite ready to be a big boy yet."

He stood suddenly, the chair almost clattered to the ground in the process, "What?!  No!  I'm not wearing nappies all the time!  The guys would laugh at me!"

His mother smiled briefly, he hadn't fully realised her statement, "You'll be wearing nappies full time from now on, but that isn't all.  You're not quite ready to be a big boy.  Mummy will care for her little baby, don't you worry."  The scariest thing about this was that she appeared to be genuinely convinced that her decision was in Jeremy's best interests.

The colour drained from his face.  Regardless of how far she intended to take this, she was planning on making long term embarrassing...no, mortifying changes to his life.  He couldn't simply let this happen like her other decisions, "Are you fuc-king crazy, Mum?!  Have you inhaled too much baby powder and gone off the deep end?!  There's no way in HELL you're going to do that to m-..."

Before he could finish that sentence, his mother hand grabbed the back of his pyjamas, bunching up the collar and some of his hair in her hand.  Being such a small boy, he was no match for this move.  It did not stop him from trying though.  He would try to push her away, wriggle out, pull off his pyjama jacket.  None of it worked.  With lightening flashing in her eyes and a thunder in her voice he had never heard from her before, she dragged him down to the bathroom, "I raised you to be better than that, Jeremy!  You need your mouth washed out with soap to clean out those filthy words!"

"No!  No, please Mum!"  Soap smelled icky, it likely tasted icky too.  But she wasn't going to have any of his backchat.  They entered the bathroom and with one hand holding him down onto the basin, she used the other to turn on the tap and start lathering up the bar of soap.  When he again tried to beg her not to do this, she took the opportunity to push the soap into his mouth and begin.  As he tried to bite down and keep it from entering, all he achieved was to have flakes of soap scrape off and fall into his mouth.  The soap frothed and bubbled through his teeth and lips, some of the watery mess flowed into his throat and he had to swallow it.  He had never endured a punishment like this before.  The feeling of that ivory bar being scrubbed in and out, around and around, against his teeth, tongue, cheeks, it was terrible.  When she was eventually satisfied, she pulled the soap out and sat it in the sink, before holding her hand over his mouth to force him to swallow what was left.

She let him go, at this point.  She knew he had lost much of his fight in that battle.  Mother knew best and she was determined to give her boy the life she felt he needed.  But she wasn't finished yet in the bathroom.  From the vanity, she pulled out a dark bottle and a large spoon.  Jeremy didn't know what it was, she had never given it to him before.  He watched as the yellow liquid was poured onto the spoon and then pushed into his mouth.  It was castor oil, and as it flowed down his throat, it coated everything.  It left a horrible taste, worse than the soap, that caused him to splutter.  As she put the bottle away again, she stated, "There, that should clean you out.  Come into your bedroom and sit down, so that I can tell you what will happen."