Daily Free-Write March 30, 2021: Stupid Bet Pt. 3

Continuation of March 29, 2021, “Stupid Bet Pt. 2”

Hunter and Judy soon returned from the garage with two large boxes, and set them down on the ground by Nicky, who was sitting there with his arms crossed, sulking with burning red cheeks.

“Let’s see,” said Hunter, bending down to squish the front of Nicky’s diaper. “Wow, it’s getting there, but I think it’ll hold out through dinner,” he said. “Good thing I brought a diaper bag.”

“Oh, is that what that tote bag was holding?” asked Judy. “We’ve got a proper diaper bag in here…”

She turned to open the box to retrieve a large bag. Each side looked like the side view of a large smiling elephant raising its trunk. It was a back Nicky knew all too well.

“Mooom! Not the baby bag!”

Judy chuckled. “That was our little name for it when he was younger. Couldn’t’ go anywhere without it!”

“Oh? I thought he just wore to bed. At least that’s what he told me.”

“Oh, did he?” said his mom, chuckling some more, as she dove in once more to grab out a pair of rubber pants. They were light pink with polka dots and cartoon animals playing across the surface. Teddy bears, elephants, giraffes, oh my.

“Well, aren’t those just the cutest things?” said Hunter.

Frank chuckled. “I never thought I’d see thoseagain. Nicky sure made it seemed like he had a handle on keeping his pants dry. But I guess in the end, it was just too much for him. Some boys just never grow up.”

Nicky was about to say something really nasty when Hunter bent down and poked his fingers into the leg hole of his diaper, brushing his balls and causing him to gasp audibly.

“Oh yeah, you know, on second thought, I think we’d better change him now, and give those rubber pants a fighting chance.”

“Heyy!” Nicky began, raising his voice. “What are you doing?!”

His mom just gave hunter a look and handed him a pacifier, which he promptly stuck in Nicky’s mouth.

“And don’t you dare spit it out,” said Judy. “Unless you want a spanking, young man.”

“Thpanking?!” Nick said, around the thick teat.

“Our house, our rules,” Frank countered, crossing his arms and smiling.

Hunter was delighted. If he had known Nicky’s parents would be this on board for his baby treatment, he’d have visited months ago. He had talked to them back and forth for a while, but the subject of Nicky’s underwear had never come up, at least not until today.

“You were asking what I meant by the ‘or else’ I have that right here.”

Judy brought out a pair of blue medical mitts with rings attached to the sides.

Nicky whined into his pacifier, remembering the humiliating dinners when he had punched a sibling and ended up in those mitts being fed by them as retribution.

“Oh, don’t worry, sweetie. We won’t have to use these – as long as you behave and keep your hands to yourself. And that means keeping them above your waist too while you get your change.”

Nicky just nodded and sighed, defeated. But when hunter kneeled down between his legs and began to untape his diaper, he sat up in alarm.

“Not hewe! Not in fwont of dem! Pweeze!” Nicky pleaded, but hunter just put a hand on his chest and pushed him back down on his back, holding his hand out to receive some wipes to clean off his boyfriend’s soggy tush.

“Oh, hush,” said Judy, as she watched her son squirm in embarrassment. “Your father and I changed your diapers for twenty years. You ain’t got nothin’ going on there down there that we haven’t seen before. I can see not much has changed; looks like he keeps you shaved, too!”

Hunter paused mid-wipe and turned to Judy with an astonished smile. “Wait… you changed him ‘til he was twenty? I thought he’d have at least started changing himself when he turned 18…”

“Our house, our rules,” Frank repeated, with a self-satisfied grin.

“Speaking of which,” said Judy, “you may have noticed that Nicky wasn’t wearing any pants when we came back.”

“Yeah, I did… I thought that was odd, since he’s such a bashful little guy.”

“House rules,” said Frank. “The only pants for kids still in diapers are plastic or rubber. Makes diaper checks easier.”

“Makes sense to me,” said hunter with a grin. “Diaper, please!”

“Here you go, honey,” said Judy, handing him a diaper from the tote. Another thick Holstein patterned diaper covered in baby cows.

“Milky-ways!” said Frank, approvingly. “Good choice! Is that all you keep him in?”

“Well, no, we’ve been trying a lot of different diapers. This was just the last we had left. He said he was ready to potty train, but we had a little accident today. We’re gonna try again tomorrow.”

“Listen, son. If you want my advice, don’t even bother. The kid obviously needs ‘em.”

“No,” said Hunter. “With all due respect, I made him a promise, and I intend to stick with it.”

Nicky’s heart warmed as he heard his boyfriend sticking up for him. But he wasn’t finished speaking.

“As long as he’s willing to keep trying, we’ll keep taking him out in his undies and pants, even if it means he pees his pants in public every day for a month. Isn’t that right Nicky?”

“E-evewy d-day?” he asked, through his pacifier. “f-fow a w-whole monff?”

“That’s right, little man. A month should be enough time to know for sure that you can’t keep your pants dry. Shouldn’t it?”

Nicky wasn’t so sure this sounded like a good idea after all. Surely it wouldn’t take that long... would it? “Y-y-you don’t fink…”

Frank chuckled and patted Hunter on the back.

“Atta boy. But seriously. If you want any tips about what diaper routine worked best for us after this whole ‘potty training’ thing is over, Mom and I are here.”

Hunter smiled up at Frank and nodded. “I’ll definitely take you up on that.” Then he turned back to the task at hand.

Nicky couldn’t believe he was having his diaper changed right there in the middle of the living room floor. Of course, things were about to get a lot more embarrassing. And right while he was being powdered, too.

The sound of several pounding footsteps came down the stairs.

“Mom… who’s dat?” asked Nicky, with growing unease.

“Oh, we forgot to mention,” said Frank with a chuckle. “Your brothers are home for the Summer. Here they come now!”