30-something going on 3-something (chapter 2 - 111024) -- (Author) LaCienega

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Author: LaCienega
Timestamp: Nov 9, 2024 at 11:05 PM
Content: First time writing in a long bit. Hopefully this isn't too rusty. Enjoy.

Target

“Can’t we just wait for the Amazon box to show up? It says its supposed to be here tomorrow.” I said to her, with a hint of desperation. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

The blue BMW lurched into a parking stall. She sighed as she put it into park and spoke to me slowly and calmly, not unlike a preschool teacher talking to an unruly toddler.

“Mike, you’ve pointed that about five times now, and like I said the four previous times, you’re almost out of pull-ups - you had 2 left and I think we both know you’re going to go through more than two today” she laughed to herself.

I blushed “Besides, we need things at the house too. It’ll be fine.”

As we got out of the car I looked at my reflection trying to see if the Pull Up I had on was obvious through my track pants. The rather tight fit didn’t offer too much to the imagination and the square shaped butt was going to make it painfully obvious to anyone who had ever had or been around a toddler what I was wearing.

“We can’t go in here,” I said, “Roxy, please…let’s just go out later.”

She grabbed my hand, and kissed the top of my head. “Baby, it’s going to be fine. I’m here with you.”

I grinned a little as she squeezed my hand.

“Do you need a change before we go in?”

“No,” I said a little too proudly, “I’m dry.”

“Call me skeptical,”

“Im serious,” I stammered. “I haven’t had an accident.”

“Well forgive me,” she said in mock outrage, “especially given your current potty training um, issues, as of late….please baby? let’s take a look.”

I didn’t have a choice really as it turned out; with that she patted my butt and squeezed my crotch as we stood next to the car. I knew where this was going and hoped nobody was around; she pulled the back of my pull up back and looked down.

She had a somewhat shocked look when our eyes met as she let my pants snap back int place. “Wow baby, good job, you kept your pants clean all morning!” She patted my butt a couple times. “I’m proud of you.”

It never gets normal hearing things like that as a 30 something, normal if somewhat lazy male.

We walked into Target, her still holding my hand, and we grabbed a cart. She put her purse in the child seat and we began walking around the store. After loading up at the grocery section, we ended up in the baby aisle.

“You know,” she said, seemingly bedazzled by the bright colors of diaper packages adoring the aisles, “we need to get some more wipes too.” She walked over and put a box of Pampers wipes in the cart, and then we were in front of the training pants section.

“Any preference?” She asked “Boy or girl?”

“For the record,” she continued, “I think the purple and pink is cute on you.”

Jesus I thought. What a weird world I live in.

“Let’s just go with that. People are less apt to think they’re well, you know, uh…”

“For you?” She grinned and patted my butt.

“Yeah” I laughed, if only at the absurdity alone. “Exactly.”

I grabbed a box of the XL girls version and put it in the cart. “Ok, let’s get out of here,” I said.

“God you’re paranoid,” she shook her head. “Just chill the fuck out. Nobody cares. Nobody knows.”

“You’re just saying that,” I huffed. “You can totally tell.”

“Easy mister,” she stopped the cart. “What’s gotten into you?”

“I just want to go home.”

“Nobody cares about your diapers. Quit throwing a tantrum.”

Silence set in and we began walking toward the self-checkout line. Thankfully at this hour, it was totally dead, and the only other live person around was some disinterested looking twenty something standing around paying no mind to anything of the surrounds. We paid and were out in the parking lot. almost to the car. Home free.

“Roxy? Mike?” I looked over. God no, just who I didn’t want to see. It was Catalina, one of Roxy’s closer friends. “Hey, it is you!”

She pushed her cart over and the two of them began chatting. The dynamic wasn’t unlike two moms chatting while the toddler waits impatiently.

“Ah Mike, still having potty problems I see.” That snapped me out of my daze. She was looking at the box of Goodnites in the cart.

“I uh, I don’t need them. Those aren’t for me.”

She grinned. “Sure they aren’t. Just like you didn’t need a diaper change last week when you two were over for dinner. It magically cleared up eh?”

“Y..yeah.” I was at a loss. I didn’t want to say anything. I wanted to just hide. I just wanted to cry really - but I peed instead. So much for not needing these, I guess.

“Oh, if only that were true” Roxy pulled me next to her, rubbing my shoulder. “Well speaking of, you should come over this weekend - it’s finally pool weather again.”

“I’d love to,” Catalina smiled. “It’d be nice to get my tan on.”

“Great!” Roxy said in a perky yelp. “Well, I think this one is tired. He didn’t sleep a lot last night and he’s been in a bad mood all day. We’re going to go put him down for a nap. But yes - we’ll see you this weekend!” They hugged.

Catalina hugged me too. “Bye Mike,” she patted my butt. “See you soon. And Roxy?”

“Yeah?”

“I think your boy is a little wet.” Catalina chuckled and shook her head. “I worked in a daycare long enough to know what a wet diaper feels like.”

Roxy looked at me disappointed, “Michael…” she repeated her earlier diaper check, only this time not finding it so dry. “Well, it’s not too wet, you’ll be fine until we get home.”

My face exploded with red, embarrassed heat. The girls laughed. We put our purchases in the car and began driving home.

We drove back mostly in silence. We went inside and I was going to just sit on the couch and sort of beautifully do nothing. Roxy had other ideas.

“Mike, I think you need a nap. You’ve been surly all day.”

“I’m fine,” I brushed her off. “I dont need naptime.”

“Baby,” She sat down next to me. “We all need naps sometime. Come on. Don’t be difficult.”

She stood up and helped me up and we walked back to the bedroom. She had a pull up and wipes laid out. “Let’s get you changed before your nap.”

I hopped up onto the bed and laid back. She pulled my pants off and then ripped the pull ups’ sides and wiped me clean with the newly purchased Pampers wipes. She pulled a new, fresh pull up up my legs and over my butt. She patted my crotch when she was done.

“There, much better, I’m sure.” she said as I sat up. I stood up and she pulled back the blankets and tucked me in. “Now I’m going to finish a little bit of cleaning but I’ll be joining you soon baby. Roxy is Ti Ti too” she said in a way a mom talks to a small child. I laughed and curled into the blanket, falling asleep in the afternoon sun as she turned out the lights.

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Author: LaCienega
Timestamp: Nov 10, 2024 at 11:27 PM
Content: Part II: Some things are obvious

I woke up and it was still dark. Roxy was still passed out; but I had a habit for rising early. We lived near a nature trail so often times I’d go wander the trails as the sun came up. Today felt like such a day. No use in spoiling Roxy’s warm slumber.

I sat up. The familiar squishy bulk sent a signal to my head that I’d wet again. I gazed down and it was obvious - the Goodnite was now swelled, yellowed, and a bit smelly. I slid out of bed and walked into the bathroom, turning on the lights. Gazing back at me in the mirror was what looked a bit like an overgrown toddler - a boyish looking man wearing simply a yellowed, sagging girl’s pull-up and a UCSC tee shirt.

I pushed the curtain covering the shelves next to the sink to the side and grabbed a pack of wipes and another Goodnite out of the opened bag which sat in there. I ripped the sides and let the well-used pant smack to the tile floor with a bit of a high pitched thud.

I contemplated taking a shower but figured since I was going for a morning hike anyway (one that involved quite a bit of elevation gain), I may as well just wait until I get home. I opened the pack of wipes, the Pampery scent greeting me, and grab a fistful, using them to wipe away the unpleasant, stale uriney scent of last night’s accident. Satisfied, I unfolded the new pull-up and stepped into it, pulling it up my legs and snugly into place around my waist.

After rolling up the used pull-up, I threw it away, put on some joggers, and set out for the day. I made myself some iced coffee and drank it pretty quickly; fully awake, I went out the back door, skirted the pool in the backyard and wandered out the back gate.

It was a beautiful morning; the dew still coated everything, and the birds increasingly chirped as the morning got lighter and lighter. I turned onto the trailhead and began to find myself getting lost in the mixed forest of conifers and scrub oaks. The noise of a nearby creek acted as sort of a metronome and grounded the whole experience.

The trail went up and over a ridge before coming back down along the side of a creek. It was Saturday, I didn’t have to work today, and figured that I could probably further enjoy this experience with some morning weed. There was nobody around; besides, even if there were, it’s California. It’s been a long time since anybody has cared about such things here. Convinced it was a good idea, I wandered off the trail and went off to a small cleared out area next to the creek. I sat on a large rock, the Goodnite serving as a great cushion against the cold, stony surface. I pulled out a pre-rolled joint and lit it up.

I allowed myself to get more or less lost in thought for a bit and slipped into a state of meditation. I was filled with at least some semblance of what devout Buddhists refer to as “the void”; interrupted only periodically to take drags off of the cannabis cigarette. Occasionally, someone would walk by, within eye sight, and we’d do the little wave thing at each other, and that would be that. I texted Roxy and told her I had gone for a hike.

“All good” she responded “See u when u get home ”

Well she hadn’t left me yet, I thought. That’s a good thing. My legs were starting to fall asleep, though, so I figured I probably ought to get moving. I’d be able to loop back before too soon, but it was still probably about an hour or so before I’d be home.

As I got back onto the trail, I had a sudden urge to pee; it was fairly strong too. I thought about trying to run off into the bushes and just go there, when it clicked that I was wearing a pull-up. “Fuck it,” I thought. I allowed myself to relax a bit as I walked and squirted urine for a good distance before the bladder had apparently emptied.

The now expanded padding rubbed softly between my legs as I continued up the trail. It was definitely a different feeling than walking around in a dry one. Dry pull-ups feel like thick underwear more or less; this, well, this felt like a diaper. The swelling caused me to walk a little wider than I did normally.

I was about a half a mile from the end of the trail when my stomach began cramping. I had an immense pressure build up in my lower abdomen. I started to fart and immediately clenched - it was clear that more than a fart was about to come out. I don’t think I could make it home; wetting my diaper was one thing, but willingly allowing myself to shit myself was a totally different thing. The thought was incredibly unpleasant. I looked around; there wasn’t anybody it seemed, so I could run off into somewhere where I won’t run into people and just do it there. I walked off the trail, and got behind a boulder. I was about to to shimmy my pants and pull up off, when I heard voices; I looked over and saw two forty-something women in yoga pants walking and chatting away; fuck, I thought; I realized, then, this spot was wildly visible from the main trail. The last thing I wanted to have happen was have someone see me half-naked and squatting. I’d end up in prison for sure.

So I didn’t shimmy anything off. The Pull-Up was already wet, what’s a little poop? I gave up the fight. I bent my knees a little and let go; within seconds, a loud fart erupted and the backside of the pull-up filled with soft poop; soft, awful, awful smelling poop. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, I thought. But I wasn’t too far from home. And I could sneak in the backdoor and hop in the shower and get rid of this filthy evidence and never have to speak anything of it to Roxy. Yes. This could all still totally work.

Walking was definitely more involved at this point. I had a bit of a wide gait, and sort of unnaturally moved forward. The smell was extremely obnoxious; like a sulphuric wasteland, and people I walked by gave me strange looks when I walked past. A pack of teenage girls laughed after I passed by them.

After what seemed like an eternity, I made it back onto the street. I got to the back gate, punched in the code, slid inside and turned to shut it. Home free I thought. I turned around, though, to see that any such thoughts were dashed.

I looked over to see Roxy was laying by the pool, wearing a bikini and oversized sunglasses, an iced tea sitting next to her. “Maybe she’s asleep”, I thought. If that was the case, I could simply just sneak by and let her think that any drifting sour aroma was attributable to her imagination.

As the gate closed, she looked over; she wasn’t asleep. She smiled, “Hey honey, how was the hike?”

“Uh, it was great,” I said, starting to sweat. “You know, it’s always great out there when it’s as dead as it is."

“Oh for sure,” she smiled, and yawned. “Maybe we can both go tomorrow.”

“Yeah, we should!” I said, “I found a really great spot and we could go eat lunch there or something.”

“Speaking of, have you eaten anything yet?” She asked. “ I was thinking we could go out for brunch in a bit.”

“Uh, nah,” I said. “Nothing yet.”

I was pretty close to her now. She still hadn’t made any visible reaction. I could pull this off I thought. I made it past and was about to turn into the doorway.

“Where are you going?” she asked. “Come on, sit with me. It’s so nice out here right now.”

“I, uh,” I was trying to make an excuse, but the gaze of my beautiful bride - her caramel sun-kissed skin and sun-lightened frizzy afro laying statuesque covered by little more than dental floss - caused me to be a bit tongue tied.

“Uh, sure,” I said. I wandered back over and gingerly eased onto the pool chair next to hers, feeling every bit of my pull-ups contents squelching as I did so. “Fuck, I hope I don’t leak,” I thought.

We sat there. She was talking about how her younger sister had called her and wanted to come see us, then started to get off in the weeds about some intrafamily drama between her mom and one of her aunt’s. My interest started to wane and my mind wandered a bit - the weed from earlier still was doing its trick I guess.

“Mike…Michael…hey are you there?” She laughed.

“Oh, I uh, yeah, totally here,” I said.

“Ah just making sure, you looked a bit like a space cadet there,” she said. “Also, what’s that smell? Did you fart?”

“Uh, yeah,” I said, “that’s it. I farted.” I kind of chuckled nervously.

“Is that all you did?” She sat up. “Good lord, that smells awful.”

“I’m not sure what it is,” I said. “Maybe someone’s garbage.”

“No,” she said. “It wasn’t here until you got back.” All of a sudden, something clicked in her head. “Wait a second. Come here.”

“I was just going to go inside,” I said. “I…”

“Michael, now, come here.”

The jig was up. I stood up and walked over to her. She squeezed the crotch, and then the butt area. She pulled the back open. “Michael…oh my god… you certainly did more than fart.” she stood up. “Come on. Let’s go inside.”

She grabbed my wrist and led me inside. She took me into the bathroom and tossed a towel onto the floor. She had me lay down on it and she took my pants off. She ripped open the sides of it and began the arduous process of cleaning up the shit.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” She admonished as she was wiping me. “Like, why did you just come and sit in it? Did you not think I’d notice?”

“I, I, I um, well, I don’t know…”

“You don’t know?” She snapped.

“I uh, well, I guess I wasn’t sure.” I tried to reason.

“Michael, you smell like a sewer. Surely you have to notice that.”

“I, uh, well yeah, but…”

“But if you have an accident, you need to be an adult about it and tell me. Or go do something about it yourself. But just sitting in it and acting oblivious to it? We can’t have that.”

She continued lecturing me and finished, rolling what seemed like half a pack of wipes up into the destroyed Pull-Up and double wrapping it in plastic shopping bags. She helped me up and smacked my butt playfully. “Get in the shower baby. I’ll be here when you’re done.” She kissed me and left. I turned on the shower and climbed in, standing under the glorious warmth. What a strange morning, I thought.

After a thorough cleansing, I got out and toweled off, and walked back into the bedroom. Roxy had laid out a t-shirt and a pull-up for me. I put each on, and thought it odd she forgot to put out any pants, so I slipped on some basketball shorts from the closet and walked outside.

Roxy was back laying, looking relaxed. “How was the shower?” She smiled.

“It was great,” I said. “Totally refreshing.”

“That’s great baby, I’m so glad you were able to feel clean again.” She beamed. “What’s with the shorts though?”

“Oh,” I said, “I got them out of the closet. You forgot to put them out with the other clothes.”

She laughed. “Oh silly, I didn’t forget, I just didn’t.” She took off her sunglasses and had a sympathetic look in her eyes. “I think given your behavior today, that it’s not a good idea for you to cover up your underpants while we’re at home.”

“Roxy, you can’t be serious,” I said. “I promise you, next time I have an accid….”

“Mike,” she said. “You sat in your own filth today like it was no big deal when you could have been a big boy about it. Until I can trust you to tell me when you need a change, let alone deal with it, I think I should be able to see your diaper at all times.”

“What about when we’re out?” I asked. I had horrible visions of being led around downtown wearing nothing but a shirt and a diaper.

She laughed, “Well of course you’ll wear pants or shorts then. But at home? You need to earn your pants privileges back.”

I sighed. I felt like putting up further protest, but she walked over and simply pulled the shorts down. Leaving my new, clean pull-up as visible as she wanted it

“Much better,” she grinned. “Now come on, let’s go sit back outside again. We’ll go to brunch in a bit.”

“And I’ll get my pants back?” I asked.

She laughed. “Yeah baby, you’ll get your pants back.”

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Author: LaCienega
Timestamp: Nov 18, 2024 at 6:40 AM
Content: thanks all. ill have a new update or two soon. how the whole situation came about will be explained in later chapters. I plan on having the story told both from the POV of Mike as well as Roxy. May have one from Catalina's POV too. We'll see. appreciate the interest!