(An abdl/mdlb work of fiction. I even squeezed a little element of switchiness to it! All characters are consenting adults. Comments and critique are welcome!)
Morning arrives quietly, and I wake up slowly beneath the warmth of the blankets, still caught between sleep and consciousness. For a few peaceful moments, everything feels still. Then, little by little, I notice the heaviness in my body. My head aches with a dull pressure, my throat feels dry and sore, and even taking a deep breath seems to require more effort than usual. And, most noticeably, I feel a cold wet sensation under the covers. I had leaked my pull-up!
A sudden coughing fit wakes up my girlfriend, who was previously sleeping peacefully next to me.
“Sorry” I say with a raspy voice. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Oh, honey! You sound awful!” She mutters while rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She raises the back of her hand to my head. “And you’re burning up! You need to call off from work today.”
“But, I have a meeting with—“
She quickly cuts me off “That can wait. You need rest baby.”
She steps out of bed to stretch, in just her t-shirt and noticeably dry pull-up, before making her way over to my side of the bed. “I know you probably can’t smell it right now, but I can definitely smell pee. Since I’m dry, I’m willing to bet a certain sick little boy had an accident. Let’s see the damage.”
Despite my weak protests, she lifts the blankets and exposes a large wet spot emanating from my lower body. The pull-up and t-shirt I wore to bed are noticeably drenched, along with the bedsheets. The sudden lifting of the blankets exposed me to the cool morning air and in combination with the aforementioned wetness, leaves me shivering in place.
“Poor baby! You always seem to struggle with nighttime control when you’re sick. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
She helps me out of the bed, takes my hand, and leads me to the bathroom. After turning the shower on, she turns her attention back to me. She unceremoniously slides my soaked pull-up down my legs, helps me step out of it, and removes my shirt.
“Can you be a big boy for Mommy and start cleaning yourself while I get the bedsheets changed? I’ll come back to help after I get the washing machine started.”
I nod my head in agreement. She gives me an approving smile before collecting my pull-up and shirt before stepping out. After checking the water temperature, I slowly step into the shower. I’m extremely thankful for the large walk-in shower we have. I don’t think I could lift my legs high enough to get into a tub, given my current aches and pains. I stand under the shower head and enjoy the feeling of the warm water cascading down my body. The steam seems to be helping with the pain in my sinuses. I start trying to track down how I got sick. Could’ve been one of my coworkers? I remember Janet was sniffling last week during a meeting. Maybe it was someone from the neighborhood party we attended last Saturday? Or, it could’ve just been my own bad luck.
“What happened to being a big boy and cleaning yourself?”
As I was lost in my thoughts, Mommy must’ve made her way back in the bathroom.
“I was gonna get to it! I’m just enjoying the warmth.”
“Sure you were baby. I think someone just likes being taken care of when they’re sick.”
Mommy removes her own T-shirt and pull-up before joining me in the shower. She lathers a wash cloth and begins scrubbing my body, carefully adjusting my limbs to get every crevice. She spends an extra amount of time on my lower regions, because “that’s where all the pee pee was” before allowing me to rinse off under the water. She grabs the shampoo and methodically massages it into my head before rinsing and applying the conditioner. While allowing that to sit for a few minutes, she proceeds with her own shower routine, occasionally having me move out of the way so she can rinse. After washing the remnants of the conditioner out of my hair, she steps out of the shower to begin drying herself off, leaving me to enjoy just a few more relaxing minutes of the warm shower. After blow drying her hair and getting on some comfortable clothes, this time opting for panties instead of a pull-up, she grabs a towel and motions for me to step out of the shower. She envelops me in a hug, the towel being the only thing separating my wet body from her dry clothes. As she begins the process of drying me, I notice the large temperature difference between the warm shower and the cold bathroom and begin shivering.
“Let’s get you dressed into something warm and comfy, baby.”
She takes my hand and leads me out of the bathroom into the bedroom. On top of the bed, adorned with new bedsheets, I spot a changing mat and a thick diaper already laid out. Mommy must’ve seen my eyes locked on to her choice in padding and quickly interjects before I could raise any complaints.
“I know you’d rather wear your pull-ups, but you need rest! Given your earlier accident, I don’t have a lot of confidence in your ability to stay dry while you’re sick. And I’ve already had to change the bedsheets once today. So you’re getting a diaper today, mister.”
I consider arguing before deciding I lacked the energy to do so and allowed her to lead me to the bed before laying down on top of the already open diaper. She quickly applies a rash cream and powder before taping up the diaper. After helping me to stand, she grabs a pair of light blue footie pajamas and helps me to step into them before zipping it up in the back.
“You were such a good boy for Mommy while she helped get you dressed! Now let’s get you on the couch while Mommy gets some breakfast ready.”
She gets me situated on the couch, under a fuzzy blanket, before handing me my phone and telling me to inform my boss that I won’t be coming in today. After hearing my raspy voice on the phone, he quickly offered to cover for me at the meeting today and even encouraged me to take off for the rest of the week, which I graciously accepted. After I set my phone down, Mommy walks back into the living room with a baby bottle full of water.
“We need to keep you hydrated, baby. I expect you to be drinking your fluids while Mommy gets breakfast ready.”
She hands me the bottle and turns the TV on, starting an episode of Bluey before walking back towards the kitchen. I raise the bottle to my mouth, initially with one hand but I quickly switched to two as the weight of the full bottle was too much for my weak and achy muscles. I idly watch the TV while sipping on the bottle, not really paying attention to either as I lose myself in the comfy couch and warm blanket.
Eventually, Mommy makes her way back into the living room with two plates in hand. She hands me a plate, which has two pieces of lightly buttered toast and a cut up banana on it before she sits down next to me to enjoy her bacon, egg, and cheese bagel with assorted berries on the side.
She notices my longing stare at her more delicious looking breakfast. “I know your food is a little bland and boring honey, but I want to make sure you can keep your food down before giving you anything else.”
Not able to find any fault in her logic, I nod my head and begin eating. After finishing my meager breakfast, I lean back into the couch and turn my attention back to Bluey. Mommy grabs my plate and heads back into the kitchen, and comes back to lay down next to me after putting the dishes away.
“Now that you’ve got some food in your tummy, let’s try some medicine to help my little boy feel better. It might make you feel sleepy, but you need the rest anyway.”
She hands me some pills and watches me swallow them before grabbing my bottle and holding it up for me to drink from. I snuggle against her as I nurse from the bottle, her other hand slowly playing with my hair. After another episode of Bluey, my eyes begin to droop and I feel myself slipping in unconsciousness.
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Some time later, I wake up, still on the couch and wrapped beneath my warm blankets. For a moment, I’m disoriented, unsure of how long I’ve been asleep. My body still feels heavy and aches, my sinuses remain clogged, and my head still throbs. Despite all that, I can tell the medicine has helped. While my symptoms are still present, they have lessened in severity. The blankets and footed pjs have trapped just enough warmth to keep the chills at bay. And I think my diaper might be wet, but it’s hard to check with the footie pjs in the way.
Mommy is no longer beside me on the couch, most likely having left to get some work done around the house. I find my bottle has been refilled and placed next to me the couch. I grab it with both hands and drink from it, the cool water helping to soothe my dry and sore throat.
I’m getting ready to snuggle back into the couch when I feel a gurgle in my tummy. Almost instantantly, I feel the urge to go to the bathroom and it’s growing by the second! I can tell it’s going to be bad. I quickly consider my options. Do I just accept it and use my diaper? Should I attempt to make it to the bathroom? I decide on the latter option, as I don’t want to subject Mommy to what would undoubtedly be a disastrous mess in my pants.
I gradually stand up, wrapping my blanket around myself, and begin taking my first steps towards the bathroom. I feel lightheaded and off balance as I slowly waddle towards the bathroom, my stomach cramps growing in frequency and intensity. When I make it about halfway from the couch to the bathroom, I end up stepping on a corner of the blanket that I’ve wrapped myself in. This in combination with my general weakness and lightheadedness sends me tumbling to the ground with a loud crash, undoubtedly alerting Mommy. As I lay on the ground in pain, a sharp cramp quickly brings me to my senses and reminds me of my goal of making it to the bathroom. I pull myself off of the ground and make it to my hands and knees, but I had lost too much precious time. My bowels contract and begin releasing into my diaper. My backside is instantly coated in messy filth. I can feel it making its way towards the front of my diaper due to the position I’m in on the floor. Simultaneously, my bladder releases as well. As I had predicted, it was an extremely messy diaper. I stay there on the floor on my hands and knees, riding wave after wave of yuckiness leaving my body and entering my padding. Whenever I think I’m done, my stomach grumbles and moments later I’m left filling my pants. As I’m locked in this seemingly never ending struggle, I feel a hand beginning to pat me on the back.
“Oh, baby!” Mommy says, appearing next to me. “You didn’t have to get up to go potty. I put you in a diaper for a reason. Get it all out for Mommy. I’ll get you changed when you’re done.”
With Mommy whispering words of encouragement, I finish filling my diaper. For once, I’m thankful for my clogged nose, as I can’t smell a thing.
I nod my head solemnly and allow her to help me stand up. She leads me towards the bedroom for another change, undoubtedly noticing how slow and uncoordinated I am. The mess in my pants forcing me to waddle and adding to my difficulties in walking.
“You really shouldn’t be moving around on your own, baby. Why did you get up to use the potty when you’re wearing a diaper?”
“I….. I could tell it was gonna be a really bad mess and I didn’t want you to have to deal with it. You’re already doing so much for me today, I thought if I could make it to the bathroom I could save you some trouble.”
She stops and looks me directly in the eyes while holding my hands.
“You shouldn’t be worried about that. Your only job today is to rest and get better. Let me handle everything else. No matter how stinky.”
She pulls me into a hug before continuing our journey to the bedroom. Once we get there, she start unzipping the back of my footie pjs.
“Oof baby boy! You weren’t wrong! This is a toxic diapee! I think we can safely add diarrhea to your list of symptoms. I think I know a little boy who earned himself another shower. No amount of wipes will be enough for this mess!”
I turn around to see a smile on Mommy’s face while she playfully pinches her nose and waves her hand in front of her face. Now thoroughly blushy, I start waddling my way to the bathroom for my second shower of the day.
The rest of the day was relatively uneventful, at least compared to the earlier incidents. After shower #2, I was taped into another diaper and was fed some chicken noodle soup before being put back to bed. After a nice nap, we watched a movie together while cuddling. Later, following a much needed diaper change, Mommy prepared a warm bottle of milk to help soothe my sore throat and read me a story while we cuddled in bed, and I slowly drifted of to sleep in her arms.
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Morning arrives, and I wake up slowly. Without opening my eyes, I take stock of my body. My muscles still ache, albeit less so as compared to yesterday, but the pounding in my head and sore throat have disappeared overnight. Seems like I’m on track to getting better! As I move my hands under the covers, I feel wet sheets. Panicking, jump out of the bed, only to find that my pjs are relatively dry. Sure, my diaper is definitely soaked, but not to the point of leaking. I glance back at the bed and find a sizeable wet spot…..under my girlfriend. I listen closely, and hear her breathing is slightly labored and, upon resting my hand on her head, discover she’s running a fever. Much to her misfortune, it seems she has caught whatever I had!
Thoughts of the events that occurred yesterday flowed through my head, and I remembered how well she took care of me. Seems like a good time to return the favor! I gently begin waking her up.
“Baby girl, you had an accident! I’m willing to bet you aren’t feeling to well either. Let’s get you cleaned up! Don’t worry about a thing, Daddy will take care of everything.”
