Up On The Table
UP ON THE TABLE
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At age 14, I was a very heavy bed wetter. It was a rare day that I woke up dry, and my mother used to try to potty train me every summer, using one method or another, just after school let out for the year. It would usually last about a week, she would give up and that was it.
She had tried night diapers, both pinning me, and having me tuck them in my underwear at bed time, no fluids after 4 pm, waking me up in the middle of the night, bribing me if I stayed dry, etc.
While I never admitted it, I really enjoyed the times she would actually diaper me, from being walked back to her bed room, to being stripped, spread, and having the diapers pulled up between my legs and pinned.
In early July that year I had an accident on the way home from little league, and messed my pants. I decided to try and sneak into the house, change and get cleaned up before anyone noticed, I walked in the front door, and right into my mother. I smelled really bad, and she noticed immediately. “Did you mess your pants?” she demanded. “I had an accident” I admitted.
She grabbed me by the arm and marched me into the bathroom. I was put into the tub and told to strip. When I got my underpants off, she grabbed them from my hand and tossed them into the toilet. She turned on the shower and told me to clean myself up, she would be right back, and she left with all the rest of my clothes.
As I finished washing myself she returned with a cup of laundry detergent and had me kneel, completely naked, in front of the toilet and hand scrub my underwear until they were clean.
While I was scrubbing she was going back and forth to the hall closet, and into the attic, I had no idea what she was up to but I figured I would be spanked and grounded when she was ready.
When I finished cleaning, she came in, handed me a clean pair of underpants and told me “You can put these on for now, and watch TV in the living room.” My father came home about an hour later, and I heard her talking to him in the kitchen, she said something about “he’s wet every night and now he’s messing his pants”. So I decided to wander into the kitchen to get some water, and see what she was trying to talk my father in to.
As I came into the kitchen, my father looked my way and said “did you mess your pants today?”. Again, I admitted I had an accident, and he told me “Your mother wants to put you back in diapers, is there any reason she shouldn’t?”
The only thing I could think of to answer him was “because I’m too big, they won’t fit” at which point my mother chimed in with “yes they will, and they will keep his bed dry, so I only have to do 1 or 2 loads of diapers a week instead of 7 loads of blankets and sheets.”
My father took out his wallet and gave her some money and said “take him with you to the store so you don’t waste money on something that is too small.” My mother took me to my room, picked out a pair of shorts, a T-Shirt, and had me dress and put my shoes on.
As we walked out towards the car, I started to get nervous, at that point I really didn’t think she could buy something large enough to pin on me, but she seemed to know where she was going.
About 20 minutes later we stopped in front of a Rx-all drug store, that had a home health care section, and I saw mannequins in the front display that were in diapers. I started to really worry.
As we walked into the home health care section my mother stopped to look around and a young sales woman approached and said “Is there something I can help you with?” to which my mother replied “Yes, my little pee-pants here is going back into diapers, and I need to find something that will fit him”. I was completely mortified!
The sales girl looked me over, smiled and said “full time, or is he just a bed wetter?” to which my mother replied “he messed his pants this morning, so I’m going to diaper him when I get him home, but most of the time just night diapers, unless he keeps having daytime accidents.”
The sales girl then asked “do you want to try a disposable, or do you prefer cloth with plastic panties?” My mother responded “Cloth, since he is acting like a two year old, I’m going to give him the full two year old treatment.” The sales girl laughed and pulled out a tape measure, looking me over she said “let me check his waist and thigh measurements. The diapers will be easy but we want to make sure his plastic panties won’t leak”.
She then pointed and said “if you don’t want to risk an accident on your way home there is a table over there you can change him on.” My mother grabbed my arm, reached down and pulled my shorts off, and told me to spread my legs and hold still while the sales girl measured my waist and thighs.
The girl then said “I have a couple of things that will fit him, do you want semi-transparent or solid white panties, and I think I have both in snap on and pull up?” My mother answered “let me see what you have, and what they cost, in the mean time lets start with diapers.” “I was going to diaper him as soon as I got him home any way, and if I change him now I can make sure everything fits”
The sales girl grinned again and answered “I’ll get a couple for you to use now, we carry them in day weight and night weight, but you can always double up the day weight, and if you have them, regular baby diapers make excellent soakers for night diapering bed wetter’s.”
My mother answered “I’ll take half a dozen of the thicker ones, to start with, and I’ll probably use soakers when I change him for bed” and at the same time she finished dragging me over to the table and said “get up on the table, and behave, or you’ll get spanked to.”
I found myself laying flat on my back, wearing underpants, a T-shirt, shoes and socks, in the middle of a drug store’s home health care department, more embarrassed than I had ever been in my life, knowing it was about to get worse, and secretly loving every minute of it!
I saw the sales lady hand a diaper and a pack of diaper pins to my mother, she asked “Do you need powder or ointment?” my mother answered “Thanks, no I have plenty at home from my three year old”. And at the same time she grabbed the waist band of my underpants and whisked them off. “Lift” she said, with a hand under my bare ass, and when I wasn’t fast enough she slapped my inner thigh and said “up, now!.” I complied immediately! She positioned the diaper under me as the sales girl came back, pushed my pubis and said “down and spread”
The sales girl commented “I usually just pull their legs up over their heads to get the diaper under them.” At which point my mother asked her “do you diaper older children?” And the sales girl answered, “Yes, I occasionally babysit for a few children who wet, and I have helped some mothers here in the store when their wetter doesn’t want to be diapered in public. Your son is one of the older children I have seen that needs to be diapered but as long as he wets and messes he should be in them, and we carry everything in his size.”
She then looked at me and said “at least your behaving, what color of panties do you want, semi-transparent or solid?” and to my mother “I recommend the pull up panties, he’ll have a harder time taking them off by himself and they are less likely to leak at night.” My mother answered “pull up semi-transparent look more babyish, and they are easier to check so he can wear those, and I probably need three pair to start with.”
A few minutes later I was done and allowed to stand up. The first thing I noticed was the bulky feeling between my legs, then the crinkle of the plastic, and then a middle aged woman who walked by and said “shouldn’t he be toilet trained by now?”
I asked my mother if I could at least put my shorts back on, and she said “no, you messed yourself like a baby, now your dressed like one”. She grabbed me by the arm and we walked to the register, the sales girl continued to chat with my mother while she rang up my new wardrobe and bagged everything, including the shorts I had worn into the store.
I was extremely thankful when my mother decided to drive straight home, instead of taking me shopping, she did change me into a bulky night diaper, and did keep me in night diapers for the rest of the summer, backing off on it when school started again in the fall.
Written By: Jimmy