Daily Free-Write April 12, 2021: Onward Little Adventurer Pt. 2

Note: Today's free-write is a bit late because the adults decided I had a *bedtime* at 11. Huffs. See what I have to deal with? Anyway, enjoy this little free-write!

Continuation of February 5, 2021, “Onward Little Adventurer”

Barley waited in the van, drumming his fingers on the wheel. Where was that little brother of his? It was time for his lunch time change and he knew to come right to the van after class. It was either that or start going to the nurse’s office again like he did when he was younger. Either way, Ian was getting that change. No brother of Barley’s would be left sagging at school. Barley shook his head and jumped out of the van, twirling the keys around his finger. If Ian wouldn’t come to him, he’d have to make Ian come.

Meanwhile, Ian was feeling confident. He had gone to the bathroom after every class that day to make surehe wouldn’t wet himself, and now that he had made it all the way to lunch. He was feeling like he could do anything. The kids from his science class even invited him to sit with them at the lunch table, so he was stoked.

As he was walking to their table with the tray he felt a twinge in his bladder. His knees buckled and he made a pained face.

“What’s wrong, Ian? Come on over, we saved a spot for ya!” called the cute boy from his science class. Ian decided to walk it off. He’d have to learn to hold it sooner or later, besides, he didn’t want to lose his spot next to his secret crush.

“Coming!” he said, hurrying over and plopping the tray down.

“How come you never eat lunch with us,” said Kelwyin, a purple elf with his hair tied up in an afro puff. “It’s like you always disappear at lunch time.”

“Oh, hehe, yeah. Weird. I Uh… tellyou, but then I’d have to kill you,” Ian said with a chuckle.

Everyone at the table looked at him funny for a second, then Kelwyn chuckled, “Heh, okay. You’re a weird dude, Ian.”

Ian suddenly felt very embarrassed.

“Oh, I, uh… I mean-”

“You’ll fit right in,” added Kelwyn, putting his hand on Ian’s and looking him in the eye.

Ian blushed and immediately felt a warmth in his pants. Great, he thought. Now I’m getting hard. As long as I never stand up from this table again, I’ll be fine. He sighed, and shook his head, but then his pants began to feel strangely cold and he heard a drip drip drip hitting the floor.

“What’s that noise?” asked Kelwyin, his elf ears picking up the sound immediately. “Does anyone else hear that?”

Shit! Thought Ian, looking down and seeing to his dismay that he had wet his pants completely. He brought the tray into his lap in a desperate attempt to hide his accident from Kelwyn and the others. But that was only a stop-gap measure. What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? He began to panic.

Kelwyn, who had been looking around for the source of the dripping looked back up at Ian with a questioning gaze. “Why did you-”

Just then the intercom crackled to life with an announcement.

“Ian Lightfoot. Report to the main office at once. Ian Lightfoot… *BZZT* Hey little adventurer! Get your butt to the office before I tell mom and she puts you back in you know what. *BZZT* Hey, you’re not supposed to touch that- *BZZT* I know, I know, I was just-” The intercom went dead.

Ian’s slapped his hand over his face. Could this get any worse?

“I, uh… I g-gotta go,” he said, his voice cracking. He jumped out of the seat and did his best to cover himself with his tray, getting food everywhere in the process.

“Heyyy, watch it!” said the large orc on his other side.

“Ian, what’s wrong?” asked a concerned Kelwyn. Then he spotted the wetness in Ian’s pants, and the puddle on the seat and floor. “…oh…”

He wasn’t the only one that spotted it, unfortunately.

“Hey look everybody! It’s Ian Wetfoot!” called someone from a nearby table. The whole cafeteria burst into laughter as Ian sprinted out of there, abandoning the tray altogether.

Kelwyn looked on, shocked by what had just occurred. He stood up and grabbed his tray.

“Excuse me guys, I gotta go too.”

*****

Ian arrived at the office dripping and covered in food.

“Oh, my gods. Young man, were you just in a food fight at the cafeteria?” The lady at front office desk looked positively scandalized.

“I wish,” muttered Ian, looking dejected and trying not to cry at school.

“Oh boy,” said Barley to himself, frowning to see his brother soaked and gloomy. But he quickly put a smile on it and tried to lighten the mood. “Well, well, I see you’ve vanquished lunch! Now let’s take care of your next foe. The sog monster,” he said, behind his hand.

“The what? Bog monster?” The secretary looked confused.

“Oh, uh, nevermind. Uh, can we go to the nurse’s office. We need some privacy…”

“Privacy? For what- Oh…” said the secretary, as Barley flashed a pull-up. The secretary saw the wet pants and the garment and quickly put two and two together. Her voice faltered but she cleared her throat remembering that there was a protocol for everything, even this.

“If this is a problem, the nurse should know. Luckily they keep a some extra gym clothes in the nurse’s office for, ah, accidents like your brother’s.”

“Thank you kindkly, m’lady,” said Barley, flashing a smile, and putting a hand around the back of Ian’s neck, then turning and almost running them both into Kelwyn.

“Oh!” said Barley. “Sorry. I didn’t see you there.”

“H-how long have you been there?” asked Ian, his voice cracking again.

“Long enough,” said Kelwyn. “Are you okay?”

Ian just looked down, his face crumpling. He was still trying not to cry, and unfortunately he was losing the battle right in front of his crush.

“He’s fine,” said Barley. “It was just a little accident is all. Happens all the time.”

“Really?” said Kelwyn, looking at his classmate with concern. “You sure he’s okay?”

“Hey,” said Barley, “You’re one of his friends from science class, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” said Kelwyn. “Uh, is he…”

“Why don’t you come with us to the nurse’s office? We could always use another party member.”

Ian shook his head but couldn’t get the word no out beyond a “N- Nnnhhh.” He was too distraught.

“Yeah, I think I will,” said Kelwyn, patting the boy’s back. He felt bad for Ian. This was an embarrassing situation for him and he wanted to be there for his friend. More than that, he felt like he needed to protect the kid, even though the other elf with him was much more bulky than either of them.

The three of them spilled into the nurse office, surprising the nurse who was quietly drinking a coffee.

“What’s going on now?” said the young satyr, holding up his spectacles. “Oh, Barley and Ian. It’s been a while. I can guess why you two are here…”

“Yes,” said Barley. “Another accident.”

“Uh huh… I thought we were through all this,” said the nurse.

“Well, we were trying for pull-ups. But…”

“Stop talking about this!” said Ian, finally. “Everyone out! Let me just change in peace.”

“Uh, no.” said the nurse.

“Not happening,” said Barley.

“Buddy, I think you’d better get up on the table,” said Kelwyn.

Ian scoffed. “There’s no way you three are going to watch me get changed.

“Up on the table, Ian,” said the nurse. He knew this boy very well and was not going to put up with him being difficult.

“Okay, I think we need to help him,” said Barley, grabbing the bottom of Ian’s food soiled hoodie and shirt and pulling them off in one fell swoop, leaving his chest bare.

“Hey! Don’t-”

Ian’s pants were taken down by the nurse, leaving him naked with his pants around his ankles. Ian’s hands shot down to cover his elfhood. The room went silent as the three males realized why Ian had been so combative.

“Hey buddy?” asked Barley, after a few second’s pause. “Where are your pull-ups?”

“I didn’t need them,” mumbled Ian, staring at the ground as his cheeks darkened in shame.

“Looks like you did, little adventurer,” said Barley. “Mom is going to be so disappointed. You know what this means…”

“No… please don’t say it…”

“It’s back to diapers, bud,” said Barley, putting a consoling hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“I’ll make a note in his file,” said the Nurse stepping over to the cabinet to thumb through the files to ‘L’. “Oh, and hold on. I think we still have some diapers around here…” Nurse Pampermore opened the file and pulled out a thick and crinkly diaper. “Yup, still here! These should still fit Ian,” He said, tossing the diaper over to Kelwyn since Barley was occupied lifting his little brother onto the padded exam table.

“Up you go, buddy,” he said, as Ian struggled to resist. “Come on, the faster we get you padded up, the faster we can get you decent.”

Barley pulled a strap over Ian’s chest, pinning his arms down so he couldn’t interfere. Seeing his defeat, Ian yielded, sighing and letting his head rest on the padded table. “Just hurry up, then,” said Ian, looking away.

“Uh… is there anything I can do to help?” asked Kelwyn, holding up the diaper.

“Well, keeping an eye on our buddy and reminding him to go potty would have helped before today,” said Barley, taking the diaper. “But since he’s going back into these…” He held up the thick garment for emphasis, then opened it up and began to fluff it out. “Well, maybe just keeping an eye on him and making sure he gets to the Nurse’s office when he needs a change.

“Speaking of which, I can take care of that,” said the nurse, finishing up his hand written notes. “They really do need to get me a computer already.”

The nurse walked over muttering about the budget for track and field compared to the medical budget, then he pushed the boys out of the way.

“Step aside, I’ve got this. You there, get me the wipes. Second drawer down.”

Kelwyn retrieved the wipes and the nurse quickly wiped down the elf’s pissy legs and groin while Barley collected the soiled clothes into a plastic bag. Thankfully, Ian’s shoes and socks were not affected.

“Diaper,” called the nurse, holding out a hand for the fluffy garment.

“Here you go, good sir. The garment of protection for the young squire who thought he could be a knight. Oh, the folly of youth.”

“I’m not a kid anymore,” said Ian, annoyed.

“Says the boy getting his butt powdered by the nurse.”

“Quiet, all of you,” said the Nurse, raising an eyebrow in annoyance. “Pay attention, boys. Especially you, newbie,” he looked over to Kelwyn. “This is how it’s done.”

Kelwyn watched carefully as the Nurse brought the back of the crinkly garment up high on Ian’s waist, crossing his legs at the ankle and lifting up to raise his butt. He noted how the nurse pulled the diaper wide before tucking it around the elf’s waist and securing the four tapes.

“Got it?”

“Yeah, I think so,” said Kelwyn. “Uh, wait, am I gonna have to…”

“If you want to join our party, bold adventurer, you must be prepared to do your part!”

“Okay, okay,” said Kelwyn. “Well, then, I might need a little practice.”

“You doing anything after school?” asked Barely, with a small grin. He sensed that this boy really cared about his brother, and maybe something more. He thought it was about time Ian found a special someone and was already hatching plans in his head to help his little bro out.

“No, no, no. This ends here,” said Ian.

“But dear Brother,” said Barley, loosening the strap and helping his brother up as the nurse went to grab some spare gym clothes. “this is only the beginning of our adventures!”

Ian was helped into a pair of green sweats and a loose fitting green and yellow shirt with the school mascot – a dragon – on the front.  He looked down, worried about how much the diaper might show.

“How do I look?” he asked.

“Great! You can’t tell at all,” lied Barley.

Ian looked down, skeptically, his pants eliciting a loud crinkle when shifted to get a better look. In fact, the sweat pants clung tightly to the diaper, making it stand out clearly against Ian’s scrawny legs. He winced hearing the loud sound, then he spotted himself in the mirror.

“Oh no. No way I’m going back to class like this.”

But there was no way around it. Wet pants were no excuse to miss class, especially now that the problem had been resolved.

“You’ll be here every day at lunch time,” said the Nurse. “And trusty Guinevere will provide sanctuary for the changing of your pants after school,” said Barley, in a dramatic voice.

Ian was obliged to endure the rest of his classes in diapers. Every step down the halls of his school returned echoes of his crinkly butt. Every time he moved or shifted in class, the sound of crinkles rent the air. And every time he caught a glimpse of his reflection, he saw the diaper looking more obvious than before – clearly he was going to need a change by the end of the day.

At the end of the day He walked out front to see Ian and Kelwyn already talking enthusiastically.

“What are you two talking about?” asked Ian, embarrassed and suspicious.

“Nothing you need to worry about, dear brother,” said Barley, beckoning his brother into the van. “Your chariot awaits. The adventure continues…”