Middle Jonny

Part 4

Meredith rushed over at sound of her little boys cry. “What happened?!”

“I don’t know Aunt Meredith” Tori lied “I was just trying to tell Johnny that his pull ups were peaking out before anyone noticed. I didn’t want any of the other kids to tease him. But he just panicked and collapsed.”

Meredith looked down at her son as he lied there catatonic, tears still slowly streaming from his eyes. “Oh the poor dear is just so self conscious.” She scooped him up, resting his head on her shoulder and his legs wrapped around her. She held him tightly much like the mother of the infant held her baby, with one hand at the back of his head and the on his bottom for support. “Here baby, mommy’s got you. Oh it feels like you had an accident.”

Hearing this, Tori did her best to contain her grin. Those nearby children however were all now laughing and snickering.

There were many onlookers at the scene. Including Johnny’s old babysitter, Mrs Adler and her gorgeous daughter Cheryl.

“Is everything all right?” Cheryl asked.

“Oh yes, we’re fine. Johnny here just got a little overstimulated.”

Cheryl was a bit confused by Meredith’s response, and by the way she was holding her 19 year old son. But then she caught a glimpse of the pull ups peaking out of his shorts and thinking back to her interaction with him earlier things started to make more sense. “Is he special needs?” She asked now waking with Meredith as the headed back inside.

“Not exactly. He just has some bladder trouble and can be a little immature sometimes. But he’ll always be my special little guy. Meredith said before kissing the top of Johnny’s head.

Johnny head was staring to clear allowing to think more clearly as he heard this and realized everything that was going on. He was mortified and started to squirm but his mom just held him tighter and told him to hold still. He was panicked but also frozen and the three of them ascended the stairs.

They approached his bedroom and Cheryl asked Meredith if she needed any help. As his mommy graciously accepted the offer Johnny cried out “Noooooooo!”

But she swatted his soggy tushy and told him “Shush, you need help changing right now and don’t need to be embarrassed. I’ve been helping you with this your whole life. And as a matter of fact so has Cheryl’s mommy”

Johnny couldn’t believe what was happening. He was lied on his bed and he just covered his face in his hands, humiliated and defeated. He could hear the two women chit chatting and as went to work. He felt his shorts being pulled off revealing his soggy shame. Next the sides of his pull up were ripped and it was pulled away like a real diaper. His small pp was exposed and his diaper was being changed by his mommy as if he were a toddler right in front of this beautiful woman he’d just met.

“Cheryl can you hand me the baby wipes” were the next words he heard. And soon she was wiping him down before she instructed him to stand. Johnny did as he was told having heard these commands thousands of times. Next came “arms up” and he put them in the air so his shirt could be taken off, which now left him completely naked. Next like clockwork came “okay now step in” and Johnny stepped one foot at a time into the fresh pull up being held out in front of him. But wait. Something sounded…different. Johnny actually looked down and it was Cheryl, not his mother sliding his new pull ups into place. He wished he would just disappear. His mother was coming back over to him from his dresser with a fresh set of childish pajamas.

“I think you’ll feel much better after a nap sweetheart.” She said to him.

Johnny wanted to protest but the thought of going back outside to face all those people was truly a nightmare so he complied and followed similar instructions as the ladies dressed him in his pajamas before laying him down and tucking him in.

“Get some rest sweetheart.” Meredith said as she kissed her son on the cheek. She and Cheryl then headed out the door, not before flipped the lights switch off. This triggered Johnny’s nightlight to turn on.

Part 3

Meredith nudged Johnny through the hall and downstairs to a bustling house full of guests for their 4th of July party. Johnny tried to tell himself to act natural but every step he took he felt the padding of his pull up and was paranoid someone would her it crinkling.

“Oh little Johnny, is that you? Look how much you’ve grown!” said Mrs. Adler, an elderly neighbor from down the street. She approached Johnny and tussled his hair. “Cheryl, meet Johnny. I used to babysit him you know” she said turning back to the woman she’d been chatting with.

The other woman appeared to be in her mid thirties and looked stunning as Johnny gazed at her. She also approached him. “Really Mom?” She said the Mrs. Adler. “Well that must have been a long time ago.”

Johnny winced. It may have been true that the first time Mrs. Adler had babysat him was quite long ago as a young child. However, the most recent time only a little over a year ago during his last year of high school. Mrs. Adler could sense his embarrassment and chose to remain vague about the timeline and change the subject. She asked him how his college classes were going. For several minutes it was a pleasant conversation with the three of them as Johnny talked all about his college life, courses he was taking and interested in, and then Cheryl asked if he had a girlfriend. Not only did Johnny not currently have a college girlfriend, but he’d never had one. In fact he’d never even been on a real date. “Uh…w-well, n-no. I’m uh not seeing anyone right-uh right n-now”

“Oh just focusing on your studies? Or maybe you just like to play the field.” She said with a playful grin.

Johnny was trying to think of a more confident sounding response when suddenly “Hah! Good one Cheryl. I doubt this dweeb has ever even kissed a girl.” Said Tori popping into the conversation.

Johnny was stunned and didn’t know how to react. “Sh-shut up Tori! I have to!” It was true. He had technically kissed one girl. Years ago during a game of truth or dare. That was it. He was a bedwetting virgin and had no real intimate moments with a woman. But he certainly didn’t want to advertise these facts.

“Oh hey it’s okay” Cheryl said as she touched Johnny’s arm sympathetically. “Maybe he just hasn’t met the right girl yet.”

“That’s right. Mrs. Adler added. And Tori you should be nicer to your little cousin. You know he’s sensitive.

“I…I’m gonna go greet more guests” Johnny came up with to excuse himself and hurry away.

He found a chair in the backyard and sat and pouted. He looked around. Everyone else seemed to be having a great time. Drinking, eating hotdogs, and chatting. Some kids ran around playing. He shifted in his seat and felt his pull up. He’d almost forgotten he was wearing it. But now how could he? Looking at all these children much younger than him, Johnny doubted any of them were wearing a stupid diaper! He couldn’t believe his mother made him wear it. Needing pull ups night was one thing, he was a bedwetter after all. But forcing him to wear his pull up in the middle of the day as if he was some little toddler was so unfair! And seemingly all because he had one tiny little daytime accident over Christmas break. Just then a woman carrying a baby passed by. It occurred to Johnny that he was dressed more similar to that infant than the children from a moment ago. He was on the verge of tears when a ball those kids were playing with rolled over to him. With a sniffle Johnny tried to compose himself like a grown up as bent down to pick it up.

Then, disaster struck. *Click went the sound of a camera. Johnny’s eyes went wide and his face red as he realized his shirt had ridden up his back and exposed his pull up. He frantically spun around to see, of course, Tori.

“Oh my god. Your mom still makes you wear those things?” How are you this old and not freaking potty trained?!” She laughed maniacally.

Part 2

Johnny spun around and there she was. His lifelong bully, otherwise known as his cousin Tori. Three years older than Johnny she had been there to tease him all through his adolescence and teenage years. Too many pantsings and wedgies to count and always made sure to make him feel like a baby about his little nighttime problem. Johnny hoped that at this point she assumed he’d finally outgrown bedwetting and that she wouldn’t bring it up.

Right now, she has preoccupied smirking at his childish monster truck themed pajamas. “They’re just old ones from when I was a kid. Most of my clothes haven’t been unpacked from college yet.” Johnny said quickly thinking of a lie.

“Uh huh” Tori said looking skeptical and like she was up to something. “Whatever you say Squirt” a nasty nickname she’d bullied him with for years that evoked not just Johnny’s smaller stature but the wetting accidents he’d always struggled with. She snapped the waistband of his pajama bottoms as she passed him and carried on down the hallway. Johnny was extremely relieved his mom had already taken his wet pull up off of him and there was nothing embarrassing under those bottoms at the moment.

Johnny took a relaxing shower and tried to put his embarrassing morning with his mother and his encounter with Tori behind him. “This will be a fun day” he told himself.

As Johnny exited the shower with his towel around his waist he bumped into his mother in the hallway. “Oh good you’re finally out of the shower.” She said “You need to hurry up getting dressed so I laid an outfit out for you.”

Johnny rolled his eyes and headed into his bedroom, wondering if his mom would ever start treating him like an adult. But he immediately got the likely answer to that question as he gazed at the clothes she’d placed on his newly made bed.

A T shirt a pair a cargo shorts and atop both of those for his underpants, instead of one of his typical pairs of white briefs was one of his Goodnites pull ups. “Moooooooom!”

Meredith quickly opened the door and popped her head in “Honey what’s wrong? Why are you screaming?”

“As if she didn’t know!” Johnny thought. “Why did you put these out?” He whined holding up the pull up.

In a firm motherly tone Meredith answered “There’s going to be a lot going on today and I would feel much more comfortable knowing you’re wearing your protection, just in case.”

“In case of what?!”

“Now Johnny, both know the answer to that. Look it’s not a big deal. Were you planning on showing off your underpants today?”

“What?! No. Of course not!”

“Then you shouldn’t have a problem wearing this as your pair of undies. Nobody else has to know.”

“But I I don’t need them.” Johnny whined, sounding more like a child “I only have accidents at night.”

“Sweetheart, I do your laundry often enough to in that isn’t entirely true. Now, we don’t want a repeat of what happened when you were home for Christmas do we?”

Johnny grimaced but finally responded “No…but”

“No buts Mister. Except for this one” Meredith said as she yanked the towel off her son and gave his rear end a playful swat.

“Mama stop” said Johnny trying to cover his private parts.

“We’ve wasted enough time Dear.” Meredith said, taking the pull up and opening it at Johnnys feet. Something she’d done thousands of times and each time Johnny wished it was the last. “Step in.”

“Mom, okay I’ll wear it. Can just get dressed myself?”

“You had that chance and you spent that time throwing a fit. Now I’m going to count to three if you don’t step into this diaper you’re going over my knee.”

“Okay, okay. No spanking Mama.” Johnny compiled and stepped in.

His mama then pulled it up to his waist and took moment adjusting to waistband and leg gathers before continuing to dress Johnny as if he were a toddler.

“Arms up” were the next words out of her mouth. Johnny pouted but listened to her instructions fearing the sore red butt he would get otherwise.

Part 1

Johnny was home from college for the summer. He had mixed feelings about this. Part of him felt good to be back and to have a break from the stresses of his studies. But another part already missed that first real taste at independence he’d gotten this year. He remembered how shocked he was that he’d actually convinced his parents to let him go to a school so far away. And speaking of independence, he was also excited for a fun 4th of July cookout. But then there’s the other part. The lack of independence he ironically felt this holiday back under his mother’s watchful eye. See she was quite the helicopter parent and had a tendency to baby him. But it was hard to blame her. You see, even as a supposedly grown and mature college age boy, Johnny still had a very immature issue. He was still a chronic bedwetter.

That takes us to today. He woke up and like most mornings his “special bedtime underpants” were soaked. His mom, Meredith came in to check him like she had all his life before college and noted “Oh sweetheart you’re soaked. Let’s get you up and out of that pull up before it leaks.

Johnny was of course embarrassed. But this was nothing new. Before he could stand up she had wrestled his pajama bottoms the rest of the way down to his ankles and with him still lying on his back in bed tore the sides of his wet pull up herself. Then in real diaper change fashion, took his ankles that were still tangled up in his pajamas and lifted them up enough to get his bottom in the air so she could pull the garment out from under him. With his hands on his flushed face in embarrassment Johnny peaked through his fingers and whined “I can undress myself.”

“Then I’ll leave you to it. But you should hurry up and shower.” His mother, Meredith replied matter of factly as should took her son’s soiled pull up to the large metal waste bin in the corner of his room, stepping on its lever and dropping Johnny’s Goodnite in with a loud thud. It was a long time staple of his room and had always served essentially as a diaper pail. Johnny hoped no one would notice it this weekend, but his mom was right. He didn’t have time to worry about that. He had to hurry up and shower before guests arrived. Johnny shimmied his monster truck themed pajama pants back up and hurried down the hall.

“Hopefully nobody will see” he thought. But that’s when he heard it.

“Nice little boy jammies Dork”

Come here babe, crawl to mummy it’s time for your diaper change..

No no, don’t be fussy honey.. you’re not a man like your friends anymore as you keep going potty in your pants so mummy keeps you in diapers like a baby and look.. you’re soaked!

Like being able to make it most of the time. unless i'm scared, or embarrassed, or really focused on something, or really excited.