The Helpful Son - Chapter 4 (Patreon)

Jack didn’t stop crying the entire way as he was led from the living room into his bedroom. Dejectedly he sat down on his bed, feeling all the mush inside his diaper push up against him brought a fresh wave of tears.

“My goodness, I never realised you were such a baby, I wish I had bought you a pacifier.”

Jack was lying back on his bed, his eyes puffy from his tears and he held his arms tight around his face.

“Why didn’t you let me use the bathroom?” He sobbed.

“You know why.” Mary replied coldly. “Now don’t be so difficult.”

She pulled the tapes away from his diaper letting the front fall forward from the weight of his accident.

“Well you certainly did a number on this one, haven’t you?” Mary said plugging her nose with her hand as she tried fanning away the smell.

The question was rhetorical, but it definitely didn’t amuse Jack who felt like he was one more condescending phrase away from hurling a truckload of abuse back at his mother. It was her fault he was in this predicament in the first place, and she had the audacity to complain about the smell.

It took a painfully long time and a lot of baby wipes to clean his bottom completely of any mess. Jack was made to endure all of it, finally his cries had subsided but that was only because he had no energy left to produce anymore tears.

He actually felt a sense of relief after the filthy diaper was pulled away and a fresh one tapped on. The shame was still heavy on his mind, but not having his own waste lathering his bottom any longer was almost blissful in comparison.

“There, isn’t that better.” Mary said, playfully pushing into his diapered crotch and giving it a shake.

Jack instinctively gave a small nod; it was really unnerving how she kept up the charade even when they were out of earshot of Hailey and Sarah.

“Can I go to bed now?” He asked, in an obvious pleading voice.

Normally he would stay up however long he felt like, he never really had his own bedtime and would often go to sleep after his mother had. As long as he turned the noise down on the TV, or whatever else he might be doing it was normal for him. Now he was asking to go to bed this early like a cranky toddler who was too tired to stay up any longer, but with enough awareness to ask on their own.

“They haven’t left just yet Jack; it would be rude especially without saying goodbye.”

She helped pull Jack upright so he sat up on the bed, in defeat he stood up and followed her back to the living room.

“It won’t be much longer, and then I’ll tuck you into bed.” Mary told him, playfully slapping his diapered bottom as they walked.

He waddled his way to the living room, walking in to see two sets of sympathetic eyes looking back at him before immediately being drawn to his diaper in a curious way. It felt like they were checking themselves to see if he was in a clean diaper now.

“Are you ok?” Hailey asked.

Jack stayed silent, long enough until he received a gentle nudge from his mother so he shook his head.

“I’m fine.”

“Much better now that you’re in a fresh diaper I would imagine.” Sarah chimed in.

Jack shook his head again rather dismally, but finally some relief was in sight as he watched Sarah pick up her purse and sling it across her shoulder.

“On that note I think we should probably be off now, it’s nearly Hailey’s bedtime and I imagine it’s probably passed Jackie’s by now.”

If it wasn’t with the promise that they were leaving now, he probably would have spoken up at that comment. But he had been telling himself that all night, and yet had really offered zero defence against these allegations and clearly incorrect observations they had been making up about him.

“That might be a good idea, the grumpy bum was asking if he could go to bed just before.”

At least that part was true, Jack realised but much to his shame.

“Bye Jackie.” Hailey waved.

Jack waved back and said goodbye, choosing to remain in the living room while his mother escorted them both out. As she returned he was already on his way back to his room to remove his diaper but before he had stepped inside Mary had quickly caught up to him.

“Where do you think you’re off too?” She asked suspiciously.

“To go change.” He replied bluntly.

Mary shook her head. “I just put you in that diaper, you can at least wear it until the morning.”

Jack stamped his foot down in frustration, if he took a moment to consider how he looked right now. On the bout of having another temper tantrum while standing in the hallway clad in his diaper he might have reconsidered.

“But I don’t need diapers.” He whined. “I did what you asked, just let me get changed.”

Again Mary shook her head. “Jackie, if you want that game console you will fix that attitude mister.” She waved a finger at him threateningly. “You do not change your own diapers, I’ll sort you out tomorrow is that understood?”

Jack didn’t make eye contact, but his slight head nod was enough that Mary assumed he got the point.

“Good, go brush your teeth first please, then you can go to bed.”

He coyly crept past her turning back from his room and headed over to the bathroom. He didn’t put much effort into brushing, his reflection in the mirror was a constant reminder how infantile he looked and he just wanted to sleep and be done with diapers for good. The crinkle from his diaper as he toddled back to his room was loud enough that Mary heard and followed him inside.

“What now.” He said, turning towards her in frustration.

“I’m just here to tuck you in.”

Jack didn’t push back; the night was nearly over so it no longer bothered him. However when he stood over his bed and he felt the back of his diaper snap back as he was subjected to yet another unnecessary check he really had to bite back his tongue.

“All clean, such a good baby.” Mary cooed.

She helped pull over the covers and tuck Jack in for the night, planting a big kiss on his forehead when she was done.

“Are you sure you don’t want a bed time story, or maybe a bottle before I go.” She said with a smile.

It was obvious by her demeanour that she was joking; Jack didn’t take the bait however and turned his back away from her.

“Goodnight mum.” He said rather unlovingly.

“Goodnight baby, sweet dreams.” She replied.

She turned his light off before leaving the room, making sure the door was left open just enough that a slight glow from the hallway crept in, but not enough to disturb him.

Right around the moment she had left the room Jack was already asleep. The stress from the night had completely tuckered him out and he was out like a light.

“Baaaaabyyyyy.” A femine voice called out.

“Baaaaaaabbbyyyyyyy.” It repeated itself, longer this time.

Jacks eyes flicked open, he quickly focused in on the three bodies standing over him.

“Look who’s finally awake.” Mary said. “You looked so sweet sleeping in your crib I almost didn’t want to wake you.”

‘My crib?’ Jack tried saying the words but nothing came out.

He finally realised what she meant, he was surrounded by tall bars and he could see his mother, Sarah and Hailey all towering over him.

“But your friends are here now.” Mary continued to speak. “So we need to get you changed for your little play date, they can’t wait to see you.” She swooned.

Jack wanted to speak but he realised there was a pacifier planted firmly in his mouth preventing him. He tried spitting it out but for some reason couldn’t figure out how to do it.

Suddenly a doorbell broke the silence.

“Oh that will be them; I’ll be right back baby.” Mary said before she left the room.

Sarah pulled off his blanket and unsnapped the onesie he had apparently been dressed in.

She gave him a strange look when she realised he was dry. “Good babies wet their diaper.”

Jack looked up at her as she gently stroked the front of his diaper.

“Good babies wet their diaper.” Her voice repeated. “Good babies wet their diaper for mommy.” It said once more slightly deviating from the script.

The voice kept going, time had seemingly frozen until finally he couldn’t hold out anymore and he heard a hissing sound fill the room. It felt like a long time had passed as the warmth around his groin grew and he helplessly filled his diaper.

The face of Sarah gave him a smile and a nod of approval. “Good baby.” She told him.

Suddenly his eyes grew too heavy and everything went dark again.

Back in the real world Mary quietly tiptoed out of her son’s room, looking back with a slightly guilty look over her face and a bowl of warm water in her hand.

‘I hope I made the right decision.’ She told herself with uncertainty before carefully closing his door.