Back to Basics

[Andlat]

I am very intrigued to see where Adrian's taken. Seems like there are a lot of plans in place for him, but I doubt he'll be too keen!

[antonia]

Chapter 3

A week or so passed as Sophie started to assemble and prepare for the next stages of the ‘master plan’ discussed with her sister.

Sophie awoke with a feeling of vigour and determination. She showered with hope and determination in her heart. Towelled and dried, she dressed in her sporting underwear ready for the trials ahead; finally putting on a pair of jogging pants and a sweat top that showed her breasts to their absolute magnificence.

She prepared a ‘special fruit juice’ for Adrian’s breakfast then went up to get him out of bed. It was 8 o’clock and almost two hours earlier than he would normally get up on a Saturday.

“Rise and shine sweetheart” she announced whilst pulling away the duvet to reveal her son to the world.

“Get away from me you bitch” he yelled back.

Sophie got hold of his ear and, not sparing the pinch, yanked him up into a sitting position. “Today we are going to start tackling your obesity” she told him, “You are turning into a little fatty, aren’t you? Now we don’t want our foul-mouthed little boy to end up with a cardiac problem in later life, do we?”

Still holding onto his ear, she dragged him out of bed and led him into his en-suite bathroom.

“Let go of me” he shouted then let out a string of expletives that would not be appropriate to repeat here. Sophie turned her thumb nail inwards on his ear and slowly started to penetrate the soft flesh. The mature language slowly turned to a whimpering as she twisted and squeezed his ear until he was almost bent double. He was now at the edge of the shower and with one last super pinch that drew blood, he fell into the shower and started grizzling like a baby.

“Take off your jammies sweetheart and pass them to Mummy, then we can get you nice and clean in time for breakfast.”  Adrian was significantly more compliant and with big tears in his eyes passed out his night clothes. Sophie turned on the shower for him and let him wash.

She went back in to her room and retrieved the clothes he was going to wear that day. The t-shirt she had bought on line but the overalls she had made herself. The underwear she had bought from a specialist supplier. She returned to his room and made his bed.

Adrian finished his ablutions and came back into his room. “I don’t need you in here” he exclaimed “get out”.
Sophie put the clothes on the bed, and grabbed his other ear, noting with some pleasure that the first ear she had grabbed was extremely red. “Now we can do this the hard way or we can do what Mummy says from now on. What do you think?”

Adrian conceded that going along with his mother was probably the best option. “Do you have to look?” he whined.

“Come on don’t dawdle”, said Sophie “get those underpants on; there is nothing that I haven’t seen before.”

“But they are made of towelling” he complained

“They are thermal survival pants” explained Sophie “I bought them as a special treat for you”

“This t-shirt is a bit juvenile, isn’t it?” moaned Adrian

“You like the Flintstones” said Sophie “the other night you didn’t want to come to dinner because you liked them so much!”

“What are these?” asked Adrian holding up the trousers.

“Joggers” replied Sophie

“But there isn’t a fly, how do I go to the toilet?”

“You lower them silly”. He pulled them on complaining that they were a girly shade of pale blue. Sophie tied the cord at the front, but instead of a bow she ‘accidentally’ tied a knot. She stood back and looked at her son in his rather juvenile sissy clothes that would have looked just fine on a six-year-old. “You look very smart, let’s go have breakfast”.

Adrian put on his pale blue socks hardly noticing that they had a lacy frill around the tops.

Sophie cooked a healthy breakfast of scrambled eggs on wholemeal toast with a small addition from the pharmacy that she had picked up earlier in the week using Sandra’s prescription. Adrian slurped on his drink as the eggs were being prepared. He squirted a generous helping of tomato ketchup all over them much to the disappointment of his mother who had cooked them to perfection. No matter she thought, the tomato sauce had additional additives not added by Heinz.

Adrian was hungry and ate his eggs with relish, his mother replenished his fruit juice and was pleased when Adrian took another large gulp. By the end of the breakfast, he had consumed three large glasses.

“Come on let’s go” she said piling the dishes into the sink “we are going for a lovely walk just you and me.”

“But I don’t want to go” groaned Adrian in a whiney voice.

“Look at the state of you Adrian, my lovely boy is a wreck and I want to help you look good again. If you carry on like this you will suffer all sorts of health conditions. I’m only trying to look after you” she explained kindly. “Sorry I was rough with you this morning, but it was for your own good darling. Things have got to change around here and I am going to make sure they happen – okay?”

Adrian nodded. Sophie met him by the front door and offered him the armholes to his coat, a coat that he did not recognise. It was a pale blue anorak with a hood. It looked a bit like something a sissy might wear. He started to complain, but the stern looks on his mother’s face cut short any protests. She had bought him some new shoes to complete his outfit and a pair of blue Startrite sandals were really childish.

They set off on their walk. Their house was not too far from the sea and it was a glorious sunny day with a gentle breeze – a perfect day for rambling. Sophie had picked up a small rucksack that she had packed with snacks and drinks for the journey. A good walk would start Adrian on his weight loss programme and bring her precious boy back to her.

They had been walking for an hour when Adrian realised that he should have gone to the toilet before they had left. The glasses of juice were beginning to make themselves felt on his bladder and the high loading of diuretics were not making the situation any easier for him to handle. Had he known that the ketchup was loaded with sedative and muscle relaxant, then he might not have applied it so liberally to his eggs.

“Mum,” he said “I could really do with going to the loo”.

“Oh, Adrian!” she scolded him “How old are you? Why didn’t you go before we left? There is nowhere to go up here on the Downs is there? I cannot see any bushes or trees you could go behind. You’re not a baby anymore, so we can’t just lower your pants and let you have a pee in the open can we, baby?”

She grabbed his hand and started to pick up the pace so they could make it to the sea front where there was a public convenience. “Best foot forward, we’ll soon be there, sweetheart”. Adrian wanted to clutch his crotch to try and help his aching bladder, but after twenty minutes of walking at quite a fast pace he felt a small trickle escape him. He realised that they were almost at the sea front where there were some toilets that were built into the under cliff.

“You go wee wee baby, and Mummy buy us an ice cream!” she said knowing how desperate he was. She also knew that she could get away with anything with her son in his present condition.

Adrian dived into the toilets and noticed that it was quite empty. He stood in front of the urinal and tried to tug down his jogging trousers but the cord holding them up was too tight. The pressure to release his bladder was now mighty as he found the tight knot tied by his mother. His fingers plucked at the closure and desperately pulled at the knot – thank goodness it was starting to come undone – another small squirt of urine escaped him. He renewed his attempts to free the knot – another squirt – then it was open! Blessed relief, he tugged down his trousers and lowered his pants. He relieved himself, and as he did so, realised that his ‘thermal survival pants’ were quite wet. The terry towelling had absorbed most of his accident, but not quite all of it, because a small dark patch was now clearly visible on the front of his pale blue joggers.

He then had a horrible revelation – his so-called ‘thermal survival pants’ were nothing more that nappy pants or toddler training pants designed for infants that had not quite mastered the art of potty training. A terrible rage started to boil up within him as he stormed out to meet his mother.

“Oh, baby!” she exclaimed “you’ve had an accident, darling. Are you wet?” she tried to say it softly lest the man in the ice cream van could hear. Adrian tried to cover the patch with his coat but it was a little too short. She offered him one of the ice cream cones she held in her hand and he accepted it to delay and offset the embarrassing conversation that was unfolding.

They ate their ice creams looking at the sea, Adrian had his front tight up against the sea wall to hide his embarrassing wet patch, but the coldness of the wall just made his wet training pants feel even more uncomfortable as the wetness began to cool.

Sophie decided not to make an issue of his accident, but instead dug into her rucksack and pulled out a clean pair of pants in a plastic package.

“You dressed me in toddler nappy pants” he berated his mother “why would you do that?”

“No, I didn’t” said his mother folding open the cardboard header card that was stapled to the plastic bag containing the pants. Read this” she ordered. The card had the name of a well-known adventurer and ‘Thermal Survival Pants” for when the trail is long and hard.

Adrian looked angry and then looked relieved

“See?” demanded Sophie “they are used by adult explorers and adventurers, ‘Nappy Pants’ indeed!” she laughed. Probably one of the best graphic designs she had ever accomplished she thought to herself smugly. It had taken an hour or so; and she had been very careful to destroy all evidence of the original packaging describing them as an adult incontinence aid, also suitable for adult babies in training.

“You might like to put on a clean pair and put the wet pair back in this bag sweetheart” she suggested handing him the packet. He took the bag and went back into the toilets and chose a stall to change his underwear. The pants he took off were really quite wet and stained a bright yellow at the front from the high content of vitamin C in his drink and to some extent the diuretics.

He pulled on the clean pair and immediately appreciated the dry soft warmth of the terry towelling fabric against him. He put the soiled pair in the plastic bag pulled up his joggers and tied the cord in a bow.

His mother took the dirty pair and put them in what Adrian recognised as a nappy sack – his father’s children and their needs had shown him all these things. His mother took out a flask and poured him out a cup of tea and put it on the sea wall. She gave him an energy bar made from her ‘special’ trail mix.

“Isn’t this lovely?” she asked him “just you and me, this beautiful view and some special time together?” She turned him towards her and pulled him in to her chest for a loving hug. Her hand drifted down to the seat of his trousers so she could feel his training pants which were slightly thicker than his first pair. She held him tight and he responded by hugging her back.

They decided to complete their circular walk home and held hands as they climbed the many steps to reach the top of the cliffs in preparation for their journey back across the downs. Adrian unused to taking as much exercise, relaxed and sedated by the drugs he had been fed, was starting to feel a bit floppy by the time they were half way home. It was with horror that he realised that not only was his bladder beginning to complain again but now there was another problem looming – he needed to go.

“Are you alright, baby?” asked Sophie sensing with glee that her son was in difficulties again.

“Not really” replied Adrian “I have to go again”. His face looked pained and distraught.

“Well, you’re not a baby are you, surely you can make it home?”

“But I need to do the other thing?” he whined

“What do you mean?” asked Sophie knowing full well what was happening

“I need to do a poo, Mummy” he said with tears welling up in his eyes

“What?!” exclaimed Sophie “How old are you? You just hang on until we get home”

The two of them speeded up their walk, Sophie gripped Adrian’s hand and dragged him along as his unfit body struggled to cope with the pace. It was by good luck that Adrian made it into the loo in time, but not without a little brown staining in the back of his pants. Things were not that good at the front of his pants either, as a leakage had more than dampened the front as well. He did the best he could to clean himself up with toilet tissue but the damage could be seen on the outside of his underwear.

[sweet baby katie]

Thank you for giving us another of your wonderful stories.

[Andlat]

I'm not sure which is more delightful: Adrian's fast decline or the way he just accept that his toddler pants are not toddler pants. I can't imagine he was wearing very mature underwear before with how readily he accepted what seems like a pretty transparent lie about them being for adventurers!

[antonia]

Chapter 4

Adrian finished up by thoroughly washing his hands and then rearranging himself so that he could recover his composure and join his mother in the kitchen, where she was unloading her back pack. When he came downstairs, he was more than surprised to see his mother's sister Sandra making them a drink in the kitchen. "Hello, surprise!" She welcomed him "I saw you rushing in. You looked like a boy about to potty in his pants. Did you manage to make it in time?" Adrian hoped that there were no marks left on the front of his joggers to give his game away.

“You okay, sugar plum?” she asked kindly looking at Adrian quizzically.

“Yeah, all good this end” responded Adrian knowing that his underwear was in less than pristine condition and rather bad at both ends.

“So how did you find your new thermal underwear, darling? Comfortable? Did they keep you nice and warm? I was so envious of you; my cotton pants are definitely NOT thermal” she emphasised with a laugh”. “Did you know they have other types in their range? They have some that have a waterproof covering for really wet conditions like snow boarding or kayaking. It won’t be long now before the weather gets a lot wetter and not too long after that before it starts to get a bit snowy and wintery as well. I decided that I would get you a few pairs of the latest “Arctic Explorer Pants”. I know I took a chance, but I am sure you appreciated how comfortable you have been today and that these would be an excellent addition for our more adventurous expeditions. You know how that wet sea fret can come in off the sea and get right through your clothes, well this will be ideal. I am even thinking of getting some for myself but at the moment the range is only made for men – chauvinists!” she chortled.

Adrian looked less than impressed and at that moment felt like a toddler in training pants that had already protected his clothes from two near accidents. He knew that his half brother was wearing plastic lined nappy pants to graduate out of nappies as the first part of his potty training and before long he would achieve the simple terry towelling pants that he himself was wearing now. As he was progressing, Adrian felt that he was slowly regressing. It was all very confusing. He knew that he had really made his mother cross and he knew that he should stand up to her and take a stand, the trouble was that he was feeling so drained and so tired, almost weak.

The thing that bothered him most was the ‘thermal underwear’ because he was a keen fan of Bear Grylls and Sir Ranulph Fiennes – he watched all the programmes like that on the Discovery channel and National Geographic and would surely have remembered if they had worn such clothing. He opened up his laptop and hit the Firefox icon, but it did not connect. He scrolled through his other apps to Duckduckgo which he used for surfing then net and hopefully would not be followed. He knew his mother followed his internet history and kept this little secret imbedded deep inside his programme file directory. Duckduckgo was also non-operational. He looked at the Wi-Fi connection and it had 5 bars as normal, but it was showing that the internet was unavailable. Looking at the available connections he saw that there was another strong connection close by that was also very strong in signal but that he was sure had not been there a few days ago.

He thought long and hard, then remembered that he could connect to the internet using his mobile phone’s 3G. He went to his coat, then remembered that he had been given that hideous blue anorak and not put his mobile in it. It must be in his other coat. He opened his wardrobe and was almost struck dumb, most of his casual clothes had gone and only his school blazer, trousers and shirts seemed to be hanging in there. His jeans, jackets and other more adult attire had been replaced with brand new garments all with their tickets and on their original sales hangers.

He turned around to see his mother standing right behind him. “I knew you would be surprised” she said with a beaming smile on her face. “I have bought you all nice new things for when you lose all that flab and get fit again, baby. Only the best for my little boy”. Sandra (who had taken all the old stuff out and replaced it with the new) was into his room almost immediately. She too was smiling, but it was more of a smirk than a grin.

“Well? What do you say Tubby?” asked his aunt

Adrian stammered, he was cross and annoyed, this stuff was best described as girly, some of the things were even pink. “It’s a bit feminine, isn’t it? I mean, what boy wears pink and those yellow trousers are, well they’re sort of ...” he tried to choose his words carefully “they’re, they’re f-f-fu”, he stopped himself from saying the word “they’re f-frightful” he managed to blurt out.

Sandra and Sophie replied in unison “Don’t be silly! You are a handsome little man and you will look simply great in them once you have slimmed down a bit”.

“I can’t find my phone” he said “I think it was in my denim jacket”

“I didn’t see it when I was clearing out all your old clothes” said Sandra

“Well, where is all my stuff? Can’t I look through it, there are some things that I really want to keep.” asked Adrian

“Ah! That might be a problem” said Sandra “because I took all your stuff down to the charity shop, well all the stuff that might be saleable”. The rest is in the garden incinerator I am afraid.

Adrian was going incandescent and made to rush out to salvage what he could. His aunt pointed out the window to the dustbin-like burner that had flames shooting out of the lid with the little built-in chimney.

His mother pulled out her mobile phone from the back pocket of her jeans “I will call your phone to see where it is” she said. There was a ringing that came from his bedside table and Adrian rushed to open the little drawer.

“Surprise!” shouted Sophie “I bought you a brand-new phone, because I knew your old one was getting quite old”

Adrian pulled out the new phone which was best described as a pearly pink colour but in fairness was a far superior model to his old one. He was far from delighted and totally confused. “Thank you”, he said without conviction, but he knew full well that it cost a great deal of money. Besides he could always buy a case to hide the awful sissy-like colour. “Yes, thank you very much indeed, it is a really nice present thank you”. He said with more conviction as he thought his way through the problems.

His mother gave him a huge hug and squeezed him close, her hand being unable to resist feeling his bottom to make sure he was still wearing his terry nappy pants.

The women left his with his new iPhone. Adrian tried to open the internet and was partially successful but huge areas seemed to be locked off. His mother had set the child lock security and there were a huge number of search words and sites that were completely unavailable to him. He went to his contact list and cursed that she had not transferred the settings from his old phone. The only people in his contacts list were his mother, his aunt and his father.

All the games he played were gone, so he could not even use those to get in touch with his friends through that gaming media. In their place were a set of babyish games designed for small children. What was going on? He wondered with increasing worry.

He felt the call of nature again and went to relieve himself. His terry towelling pants were still a bit damp and beginning to smell a bit pissy (for lack of a better word). Once again, he was being overcome with a sense of overwhelming tiredness. He knew he was out of condition, he realised that he needed to lighten up (in weight and attitude) considerably and he knew that things between him and his mother had been getting worse and worse recently.

Now there was change in the air. His mother seemed far more relaxed, she seemed to have more time for him, although this continual use of words ‘baby’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘little boy’ and others were starting to get on his nerves, she was a lot less abrasive and far cuddlier. Okay, the phone was a bit sissyish, but it was the latest model. He knew his mother was a dork when it came to iPhones, even though she was number one ace when it came to computers and peripherals. These things could be mended over time and he would set up his new phone later.

He fished out the piece of cardboard in his pocket – it was for his pants ‘Thermal Survival Pants” for when the trail is long and hard – he read the words again. Underneath it said “There are times on the trail where your scent is positively a danger to your very survival and could alert the very game you seek. It is a two-way street in the wild, not only is it important to stay downwind but also important to make sure you do not announce your presence that you are an available prey to wolves, bears and other predators. This survival garment will allow you a small release until such time that it is safe to go”. On the front was a flash that said “proven thermal protection in sub zero conditions”. The product confirmed that it was made in Turkey and Adrian had remembered when he ‘did’ Turkey in geography that one of their specialities was the finest towelling material. It all looked perfectly feasible, perhaps his comparison to what his younger siblings had worn (and the latest boy was wearing right now) was coincidental. He closed his laptop, put his new phone into his pocket and felt better about his underwear, albeit a bit damp.

[pierrylouys]

Poor little boy he never gonna know what hit him rsrs

[Baby Mac]

Superb i was wondering if you will go on with It Never Rains but it Pours?