Recent birthdays for Jonathan had become an occasion for disappointment rather than the enjoyment they'd once been.
Last night, Mummy had put him onto one of the new "Pampers EC" range of nappies. The EC stood for "Early Cuckold". They weren't much different to the standard range - the same super absorbant core, maximum swell and enforced waddle, but the usual style of cute animals had been dropped in favour of a simplified, and more appropriate, adult themed wording.
He was still laying in his cot well into the morning, the bulk of multiple wettings and his morning poop now plastered across his backside. Breakfast had consisted of finger food and three bottles of formula, then the same for lunch, all still from the confines of his cot.
Finally, at around 4pm and feeling throughly dejected on his special day, mummy returned to his room. Ignoring his swollen nappy she pulled a t-shirt over his head, fastened his reigns around his chest and led him down the stairs to pause in front of the dining room door. Pushing it open with her left hand she placed the other on his padded bottom and propelled him through the door.
The chorus of shouts, whistles and general cheer assaulted his vulnerability, the content of a party popper fell across his shoulder, as eight of his friends faced him from around the dining room table.
As quickly as the cacophony of sound had erupted, an awkward silence fell across the room.
"Oh my god!" Someone blurted, spitting out their last mouthful of Fanta.
"Is that a nappy?" Someone else asked.
A snigger came from two others.
"Phew! Has someone farted... No way! Have you pooped your..?"
"I think he looks... cute?" Sarah said trying to break the tension.
Jonathon covered his face with both hands and stood rooted to the spot, wishing the ground would swallow him up as a couple more demeaning comment were fired towards him.
"Quiet! Quiet, everyone!" Mummy said raising her voice above the escalating laughter. "It's Jonathons nineteenth birthday as you know but it's also time for you to know that he still wears nappies!"
"Oh my god, I gave him a blow..." Cindy whispered out loud, her mouth working faster than her brain could compute.
"Well Cindy, I'm sure we didn't need to know that," Mummy chirped back "but if you want to continue dating him, then it's about time he was open with you. In fact all of you. Now Jonathon, what have you got to tell your friends?"
Jonathon's face was a deep shade of crimson. The humiliation of standing in front of his friends in little more than his bulging pampers was overwhelming.
"I..." his throat was dry and his tongue had stuck to the top of his mouth.
"Come on Jonathon, we talked about this, last week"
"But I didn't know you meant like this! In front of my..."
"Do you need a spanking?"
"I... I'm a big baby and I wear nappies..."
"...and I pee and poop...", he paused again, hesitating.
"And... and I make... stickies in them!" Jonathon squeaked, his voice breaking as tears of shame rolled down his face.
Sarah rushed to his side to console him.
"It's ok Mrs Alexander, I can help. I'm taking childcare at college and we cover this kind of stuff all the time. Well, maybe not quite like this but... still."
"Well, now he's said hello, I think I ought to change his dirty nappy. We don't want him stinking out the place while we're all eating dinner! If you're happy to help Sarah, let's change him next door shall we."
"I'm not missing this for the world!" Robbie said grabbing his phone.
"You're gross" Alex replied putting down his peanut butter sandwich.
"Where are the spare nappies, Mrs Alexander? And do you have wipes and powder and all that stuff?" Sarah asked, shooting a sideways smirk at Cindy, "and 'stickies' are what I think they are, aren't they?"
(The brilliant Nappy stickers are courtesy of @crinklebuttart )
