Chapter 4
Doug was almost catatonic with an intense drip building at his front and a giant log trying to force its way out at the back, all the while his wet pants reminding him of his babyish situation. He clutched his front and started to jiggle while clenching his cheeks in an attempt to quiet the serious risk of soiling himself. He looked out again, nappy number fifteen was fluttering in the breeze, plastic pants were starting to appear on the line, not long to go now. A groan escaped him, so intense was the pain and desperate his situation and it seemed to come from his very soul.
The twins, who had been helping out in the kitchen, heard the noise and came in to investigate. They looked on in amazement as they looked at their stepbrother doing what was clearly a potty dance characteristic of any toddler undergoing toilet training and who had not mastered the art of timing a toilet run. Doug was almost crying by this stage, red faced, teary and in obvious pain.
“I’ve got to go really badly” he appealed to them as he saw Nanny starting to hang up a small line of bibs, “Help me please, tell Nanny I have to go to the toilet, pleeeeease I’m begging you.” The twins looked at each other, they had no real love of Doug and this was payback for some horrible tricks he had played on them. Was the payback proportional or fair? Who knew? They decided to call Nanny for him and rushed into the garden just as the last bib was being pegged out.
They all rushed out, Nanny had picked up Charlotte and the four of them stood in front of Doug as battles were being lost. Doug let out a huge wail as an enormous log forced its way out and fell into the waiting training pants, forcing out the rear. Almost simultaneously, he could hold out no longer and he flooded the front of his pants. The absorbency of the terry cloth was far exceeded and a dribble of urine started to run down the side of his legs. He stood bow-legged on the play mat, a young teen reduced to the status of an incontinent toddler in the space of one day.
His day was complete when Charlotte spoke one of her few words “Baby” she exclaimed. His day could not have possible been any worse he thought, until there was the sound of the front door being opened.
“Mummy” called out the twins, “Mama” cried out Charlotte, “Oh no!” moaned Doug. His stepmother was propelled into the lounge and she shook her head at the sight of her stepson standing legs akimbo clearly wearing wet and soiled training pants.
“Turn round” she barked “how old are you? Have you wet and soiled your training pants?”
Doug could only nod his head.
“Nanny give me Charlotte and get this child cleaned up please”, she ordered waving Doug away “I want this ‘grown up teen’ bathed, put in a nappy, fed a bottle of baby milk, given a dummy and put straight to bed. If he behaves like an infant, then he has to be punished like one. I don’t believe in corporal punishment, but I do believe the punishment should fit the crime. He will spend the next 24 hours just like Charlotte. Perhaps he will man up if he is humiliated like this. BUT, she emphasized, but, I do not want his father to know anything about this, because that would be beyond cruel. No texting your friends, your step dad or anybody about this. Got it? Good!”
Doug was bathed, cleaned and pinned into three of Charlotte’s night time nappies. Fortunately, he was quite small for his size and the 27” square nappies were more than adequate. There were no plastic pants that could fit and so his bundle of terry protection was covered using the voluminous nappy pants with their plastic pants outer. He was put in one of the twin’s old nighties and given one of Charlotte’s new dummies to suc-k.
His final task was to wash and clean by hand his wet and soiled pants. Nanny explained that they could not boil wash these garments because they were not designed to be soiled. Boiling the nappy might take out the stains but would destroy the plastic pants element. He had to use Vanish (an oxygen cleaner) to get the stain out of the nappy part, but despite his hard endeavours, the yellow/orange stain made to the plastic pants near the leg opening was indelible. Everybody would know that he had had a huge accident in his protection.
He was taken downstairs, forced to waddle by the great wedge of towelling between his legs. His stepmum and the rest of the family looked thunderstruck by the sight of this overgrown toddler heavily nappied, wearing a baby doll top and suc-king a pink dummy with apparent enthusiasm. In his hands he carried his freshly washed protection that Nanny took out and hung next to his little sister’s nappies.
Nanny returned and told Doug to sit on the couch next to her. She tied a large plastic backed towelling bib around his neck, it was one of Charlotte’s largest bibs that was almost too big for her. It was a perfect size for Doug. Moments later he was lying across her lap as she fed him his first bottle since he was a small baby. He couldn’t help but gaze into her eyes as he suc-ked hungrily on the bottle teat. In return, he detected a small glimmer of kindness and sympathy in Nanny’s eyes and he was immediately saddened that he had made an enemy of her. Unable to express his feeling he felt a small tear escape and run down his cheek, which Nanny dried with a muslin nappy that Nanny always seemed to be carrying about her person wherever she might be. Where she hid these things was a mystery, she always seemed prepared for every eventuality! The last dregs of his bottle disappeared through the teat and the gurgling signified the end. Nanny gently removed the bottle and carefully inserted the pink dummy back in his mouth. She kissed him gently on his forehead and his heart melted at that very moment, he loved her in a way that he had never felt for a very long time, since his mother had left. “I wov you Nanny” he managed to whisper through his dummy.
Nanny hugged him just a little harder to show she had heard him.
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