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Views: 4912 Created: 2010.03.24 Updated: 2010.03.24

Movie time; Beth gets Adam ready

Movie time

It was late Saturday afternoon and it was time for Mary to pack up and go home to her husband. Hopefully she would be able to explain all the things that had happened to her and Peter that day in a way that he could understand. She called Peter out to the kitchen in order to break the bad news of their departure, telling him that it was time for her to change him and get him dressed so that they could go home.

“Talk about departure Elian, if we don’t get this show on the road, Adam is going to miss his movie. I change him and then we can go, OK. I want to hear the rest of the story but my little friend here wants to go and see the movie and I think it will be kind of fun, not having to worry about bathroom breaks and accidents. I am going to make sure that he accident proof before we leave.”

“You have the right idea Beth and I don’t think that you’ll get an argument from Adam about being accident proof. Let me just finish telling the rest of this part and by that time you and Adam will be ready.”

There were things to do before going and she squeezed and patted his diapered bum, finger checking it under the front of his baby pant leg elastics. They both returned smiles as she did. I told Mary that I had put out a pair of the new training pants and some of his new baby pants for him and that she should get a warm washcloth in the bathroom to clean him with. She asked if she could strip him off and wash him in the bathroom first and then dress him in the bedroom. Peter looked sad as she led him to his undressing and cleaning. After removing Jeffery’s old pin on diaper she asked if I had any more like it. I offered to give her a couple of them to take with her and try out. Jeffery gave me that look saying “you promised!” Peter looked so cute with his peachy bum cheeks exposed as she walked him to the bedroom and the waiting change pad. All I heard was some talking and the sound of his new baby pants as she shook them out before putting them on him.

Then they appeared out of the bedroom hand in hand happy, Peter all dressed up again in his clean shirt, pants and socks. With only the training pants and baby pants on underneath his pants looked normal and not to puffy. Jeffery was now only in his diaper and t-shirt and not wanting to say good-by to Peter. I told them that maybe they could hook up again on the next weekend. Peter was happy about that and offered to come over or to have Jeffery come over to his place, maybe. I told Mary that she could call anytime if she had any questions or needed help in explaining any thing. With that I helped her with her bags and saw them to the door for a last good-by and Jeffery needed a hug from Mary and Peter.

Beth dear, I’ll give you my journal when we get back and you can take it home with you tonight. In it you’ll find the stories of all my diapered customers and how they came to me for my products, diapers and baby pants, or advise. There have been close to twenty-five different boys and girls over the years. They were any where from seven to sixty years old and all of them, I hope enjoyed my products. I still get calls for the diapers and pants from my old customers.

“Elian that sounds great and I would like to read all about your past customers, but right now I have a wet diapered boy that’s in need of a change. Do you mind if I change him this time?

“No, go right ahead, I have to get changed too and it will be fun for you to get him ready for the movie. When you’re ready, call me, I put some of Jeffery’s old cloth diapers on the bed for Adam to try. I took them in a bit, thinking that Adam could get some more use out of them and they certainly won’t shrink any more. There is a boaster pad there also if you think he will need it.”

I was excited to be able to change Adam all alone and after listening to the way Elian had diapered Peter that first time, I was nervus about not forgetting to do everything just the right way. First things first, I called Adam away from the TV and took him by the hand and lead him to the bathroom for the wet diaper removal and some serious cleaning. He was putty in my hands as I pulled his baby pants down. The elastic rubbers that encompassed his legs were tight and I needed to guild them down individually. His diaper was heavy and warm from a fresh pee. As I washed and cleaned his cheeky bum off I started to think of how I was going to diaper him, how much Vaseline would his bum require, how much oil would be enough but not to much and then there was the powder and turning him white all over. Would I use the diaper rash cream too? My heart was skipping to a different beat as I directed him to the place of his diapering. I loved the way that he hopped up on the bed, making sure that he was positioned correctly on the water proof vinyl change pad. I coated his pacifier with Vaseline and watched as he licked his lips with anticipation of being able to suck on the soft rubber nipple and feel the slippery plastic shield against his lips.

With the pacifier being busily sucked on he widened his position waiting for the signal to raise his leges and expose his bum for my greasy tender touch. The baby scent Vaseline was hard and cold as I scooped out more than enough to do the job. He watched and raised his legs up as my finger moved closer and he squirmed as he felt the cold from it move from his outer cheeks towards his deep crevasse and then smother his entrance way. I waited just to see if he had been listening to Elian as she recounted how she had diapered Peter twenty years before. I guess he wanted to live that experience just as much as I did. We were playing different roles but we were both cast in the same scene together, both relying on each other to remember our lines. He breathed deeply and I got to make my journey, he squirmed as I explored, just as Elian had done with Peter. I continued to use all the left over Vaseline, coating him as much inside as out.

His back side now done, I moved to his tummy and he lowered his legs so that I could finish my job. With one hand I held the squeeze bottle of baby oil and holding his tummy flat with the other. His other person was only missing a flag and as I flipped open the baby oil bottle, the noise made that person boob back and forth slapping the back of my hand as it did. I took hold of it surrounding it with a gentile but firm hold, only allowing its head full exposure to the shower of oil. The cool oil evaded my hand and fingers making its way down in and around his structure finally coating and penetrating the creases in his skin between his out stretched legs. Adam closed his eyes, not wanting to compromise what he was feeling with the visuals of what was and was going to happen. I felt him push deeper into my hand, lifting to meet its warmth and confinement. With another squirt of oil I covered his tummy and released what I was holding and messaged the oil in to his soft skin. I watched as it searched for the warmth it had just known. Now it was time for the powder and as I applied a liberal amount of it, again reacting to the soft falling cloud as it strained against the confines of its own being.

All done with the lotions and potions it was time to wrap up what now seemed lost. I lifted and pulled tight the front flap of his diaper , bringing the top corners together and pinning them in place on the left side and then I pulled the other corner up and over to the right side, trapping his wayward extension in a sea of soft cloth folds. I gathered the leg openings together waiting for him to roll over on each side before pinning them tightly. His eyes now open again, looking like a poor sailor that never made it to land, watched as I powdered his legs and feet. Elian had some semitransparent light blue baby pants ready for him, on the bed. I loved how the vinyl smelled and how they crackled as I shook them out and then guided them over his feet. His baby pants slid up and over his slightly bend knees, with expanding leg elastics being drawn tight against his fleshy thighs and then covering his fluffy white diaper. I had to tuck in the plastic around his legs and it was then that I noticed that Elian had stitch three rows of gathered lace across the seat of the diaper. The lace added to the expanse of his diapered bum. Adam sat up and hugged me, pacifier still in his mouth, then removing it only to say thank you mommy, I love you.

I told Adam that he should go and show Elian what a cute baby he was before we dressed him. He was happy to comply, big smile and baby blue baby pants really set off his features. I wondered as Mary had done twenty year earlier if we were doing the right thing by letting him have his way. I too had to consider what the outcome would be. I thought about how would he get along with his peers, would he feel like an outcast, would he get a job and be productive in his life. Would he find someone to love and would they love him. With all the other problems that children his age were facing, the liking of diapers on his part, seemed trivial or at least something that could be addressed latter, but how much latter? Its not that I minded diapering him, Adam was a good kid and I actually liked the idea of having a closer relationship with him. Adam and I were going to the movies with Elian and that was the only important thing that I wanted to think about.

Elian had a pair of let out pants for Adam to wear and he and his diaper fit them beautifully combined with a buttoned shirt and peek hat. It was pretty obvious that he had a diaper on but we were miles from home and anyone that would know us. Elian was only too proud to hold his hand as we walked up the street towards the theater. The girl at the wicket recognized Elian and then took great interest in Adam. She addressed him saying that he was a lucky little boy to be going to the movies with Elian. I think she knew more than she was letting on about Elian. We got our tickets and went to the pop-corn counter. Elian offered to buy and insisted on a large pop and pop-corn for Adam and a medium pop for me and her with and extra large pop-corn for both of us. We all enjoyed the movie, even though I already had a copy of it on DVD at home. Adam was mouthing the words as the characters spoke. The theater was more than half full and there were a lot of kids that were Adam’s age.

Land Before Time was a great Sunday afternoon movie to watch and I could understand why so many kids were there, it was the pop-corn and the big screen. After about two thirds of the movie screened I started to see some kids get up and leave for bathroom breaks, this was not a problem for Adam. The movie was great to watch without those disturbances. Adam was happily feeding him self on the pop-corn and washing it down with the pop. Yes he was going to be a very wet little boy by the time that we got back to Elian’s and this time Elian was going to do the diaper changing. It was going to be time for our weekend of joy, to end and to say good-by. Sad, I am sure, for Elian and a new beginning for me and Adam. We arrived back at Elian’s place with a soggy Adam in tow. Elian stripped him down to just his diaper and baby pants for supper. She watched as his wet diaper tried to escape the confines of his baby pants with the now wet lace very evident under his protective pants.

In Jeffery’s room, I packed up all of Adam’s new things and put them in his own suit case, that is, all except the outfit that Elian had specially made for his ride home. She had put aside, lying on the bed next to the laid out changing pad, a new pin-on diaper with prints on the inside as well as the outside. I think there were dancing Elephants on the outside and some clowns with Seals on the inside of the shaped cloth diaper. Beside the diaper laid a pair of new rubbery white semi transparent vinyl baby pants. I had to pick them up and examine Elian’s work, freshly powdered and waiting to be put to the test, I unfolded them. They had a one inch wide Loony tunes waist band with real rubber leg band bindings. The crotch was not as wide as the baby pants that he was wearing and the leg holes were more forward facing and higher on the pant. This made the seat wider and longer. Elian came into the room and saw me admiring her handy work. She asked if I liked what I was feeling and I think I blushed. Elian told me that these pants were made for a seated child and that with the leg holes higher and a having a fuller seat Adam would be more comfortable in them on the ride home. The rubber leg binding would not wick wetness and with the fuller seat, they would not pull up under his butt cheeks when he sat down.

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