Chapter 13: Crisis Adverted
Meanwhile at the Oppenheimer household, Marvin and Max entered without the jumpy, excitable manner they once did upon arriving at home from school. They dumped their bags on the couch and sat near them.
"Dare I ask?" Their Mom asked.
"Well today sucked, a lot, worst day of school apart from the first, Max and I even fell out".
"What! I don't believe that, what happened?"
"I said some things about me being on my own playing with Max, he took it to mean I didn't want to do that, I meant it got tedious being on my own, Max I didn't mean what I said".
Max turned to him, "Why did you say you didn't want to play at recess?"
"Ok maybe it was the choice of words, my mind was on Alvin and I will say his name, you can't stop me Mommy, but if I hurt your feelings Max, I'm sorry".
"I'm sorry too".
"Mar-", the phone cut them off, "oh I wonder if that is that call I was waiting for".
She took the phone off the receiver, "Hello… Claire, um I didn't expect you to call".
Marvin stunned that Alvin's Mom called his house; he dampened his hopes of his ban being lifted. After waiting for ten minutes, he heard her put the phone back and sat scratching her head as he walked in.
"What did Alvin's Mom want?"
"She said that she had it all wrong, Alvin was only using the photos and stories for his therapeutic method of coping with the whole incontinence issue".
"So are we good to see each other or not?"
"She stated that she is ok with it now and that she needed to take her boys out to dinner essentially yeah you're both good to go again".
Marvin's eyes lit up like Christmas lights, "Yes! Yes, yes, yes", he exclaimed as he skipped to his nursery.
Alvin couldn't believe his ears, he smiled as he sighed with relief that this ordeal is behind them after just one day.
"Where are you taking us Mom?" Simon asked as they travelled.
"Hmm I haven't decided yet, uh Alvin, Theodore where do you think we should go?"
The two brothers looked at each other and chanted, "Pizza Hut".
Simon sat up, "What, not Chuck 'E' Cheese?"
"Nah I've been with Marvin and his family, plus Pizza Hut pizza is good enough".
"Ok, Pizza Hut it is", Claire concluded.
Claire surveyed the restaurant to locate the baby changing facilities available for Alvin's needs, once established this, they continued to the waiting line.
"Four please", said Claire.
"Ok, let me find you a table", said the server who didn't bat an eye on Alvin wearing a disposable diaper at his age.
She led them to a table nearest to the bathroom to which Claire thought they must've been placed here for her sons' benefit.
"Ok, my name is Michelle and I'll be your server, if you need anything give me a shout, do you want drinks while you look through the menu?"
"Sure, what would you like boys?"
"I'll have a cola", Simon replied confidently.
"I'll have the same", said Theodore.
"… Can I have a cola with a lid on?" Alvin asked shy like which made it cute.
"Ok so two regular colas, one kids cola and for you mam", said Michelle as she smiled at Alvin's cuteness whilst writing the order down.
"I'll just have another cola please", said Claire.
"Ok I'll get those to you, when you're ready to order food then call me over".
"Right thank you".
When she left to make the drinks, Alvin smiled as he proved himself as a cutie with his role play which baffled Simon as to why he acted that way.
"Ok what on Earth happened there?"
"I'm not terribly hungry Simon, leave me be".
"Wait a minute. You're also going to order from the kids menu?"
"Uh yeah why wouldn't I?"
"Simon, you must know, the age on the menus tell otherwise", Theodore stated pointing to the age bracket, 'Age: 3-12'.
"Oh uh I didn't see that, hah, sorry Alvin", said Simon as he blushed.
"Eh don't worry, I won't ask you to feed me", Alvin smirked as Simon playfully fist bumped his shoulder, when no-one was looking he muttered, "yet", to himself.
"Ok so what will it be boys?" asked Claire looking up from her menu.
"Uh I think I'll have the Margarita Pizza", said Alvin.
"Me too", chorused the other two.
The drinks come to them and sure enough there were three glasses of cola and one cup with a lid and a bendy straw pushed in the plastic lid. Alvin sat looking at the cup sitting there with a lid and straw on the table, he imagined it was a bottle though he couldn't quite use it as one. He left it on the table and lazily leant over and slurped on the straw driving the cola up into his dry awaiting mouth.
"Could I speak to you a second all of you?" asked Claire.
"Sure Mommy", replied Theodore.
"First of all, I wanted to take you boys out is because I did wrong with the whole photos thing and Alvin, I'm sorry about taking it the wrong way, from now on we should accept one another for who we are. Oh by the way Alvin, I'm lifting the restriction on Marvin and Max to associate with you again, as long as you stay safe on the internet I don't have any problem with you browsing at leisure".
"Yay!" Alvin exclaimed bouncing in his seat making the diaper he is wearing crinkle audibly.
After half an hour, Theodore's tummy grumbled from hunger. He emptied the colouring pot and started colouring the blank drawings on the menu to pass the time. Alvin picked up a crayon and started colouring his picture in, as he did this, his mind went back to when he was happy doing this. He had a flashback of himself lying on the floor on his stomach in white diapers and a shirt, kicking his legs behind him as he coloured. He smiled as he concentrated on colouring the characters on the menu. He was so immersed in the activity that his fun was interrupted by the waitress bringing out three small sized margarita pizzas out to them.
"Margarita pizza", said Michelle.
The three boys assertively put their paws up to which Michelle giggled to herself as she placed each of the pizzas down on the table cautioning them that the pan is hot. She followed up with Claire's regular Margarita pizza. As they ate their pizzas, Alvin wet his diaper significantly to the point where he asked his Mom to change him.
"Simon, you watch Theodore for me", said Claire.
"I will Mom".
"Ok come on Alvin", said Claire.
Whilst she was changing him, she thought about it more and he wasn't that embarrassed for the first time since the bike accident.
"I've given it some thought Alvin, I think you can view the floppy disks at your pleasure again under one condition", she put up one finger to emphasise to which Alvin nodded, "you show me what's on the next batches of disks that Marvin gives you".
"Deal, now change me, I'm hungry".
"Ok, ok bossy", Claire playfully tickled him making him giggle.
"Ah it's so nice to have that love again".
"Huh? What do you- oh I'm sorry I acted so irrationally about everything, if the files on the floppy disks are aiding you to feel comfortable with wearing diapers then I will say I don't mind at all now".
After Alvin was changed, they went back to the table and had their pizza. Theodore wanted ice cream for dessert to which Claire obliged. She had some too with chocolate buttons and dolly mixtures. After they ate, they went home to bed; Alvin was changed one last time before getting into bed. Once all the boys were in bed, Claire retired to her bed, but lay awake thinking about if she made the right call to reverse on her rule. She quickly batted the thought away and said to herself, "of course I did, whatever makes the situation comfortable, I guess I do want him to accept the fact and start to somehow enjoy wearing them like his friends seem to, he doesn't seem embarrassed so that's a positive, well we'll see how it goes", with that she fell asleep to dream land.
Over the next few days, Alvin had been showing several changes in the way he felt about wearing diapers, gradually going from feeling ashamed and embarrassed, devastated over the whole ordeal to achieving acceptance. Alvin accepted that his bladder isn't going to function properly ever again, he decided to embrace the fact that Marvin and Max seem to enjoy wearing them that he should possibly start enjoying wearing them too. His Mom and his brothers have noticed the changes in him as did Steve, noting that he was in cloth diapers now and spending virtually all of his time at home wearing nothing, but diapers and a shirt. Steve was even calling him "baby boy Alvin", which was unheard of before as it would have sent Alvin into a fit. Now, being called "baby" was something that Alvin didn't mind hearing.
Alvin's interests and daily activities were changing too. He used to watch all the sport he could with the limited TV satellite package, with both classic games and the more recent games being shown. Alvin had also hooked up with some e-mail diaper buddies of Marvin's, as well as some of his own and began to devote his free time to corresponding with them. His mother had been taping the recent matches for him, but at the end of each day, she'd find that he never watched it and when she stopped taping it, he never missed it. She just dismissed it and figured that the Internet was still a new thing to Alvin and she figured the novelty would wear off and he'd be back to watching all the sports again. Alvin knew that he was spending more time with diaper related matters than watching sports, which he rationalised by telling himself, "they're all the same virtually".
Alvin was also starting to lose interest in reading about his sport stories. He tried to tell himself that he still had an ardent interest in sport and he still wanted to read some of the books he had in his own collection as well as those he checked out from the library. He realised how his interests in diapers were quickly taking precedence while his sports books were taking a back seat to diaper stories. Rather than spending his allowance on more sports books, he spent it on ink cartridges and paper to print out all the stories and pictures he receive from Marvin as well as the stories he found on the Internet on his own. Alvin didn't visit the library as much anymore. Before he became friends with Marvin, the library would virtually be his second home where he spent his time after school, picking out a few sports books usually three or four and finish them by their due date. Alvin's last trip to the library was to return three sports book, only one which he partially read while the other two, he never felt the ambition to pick up and open, much less read.
Simon, of course, accompanied Alvin while he went to the library. He felt like they shared an interest in books though they read different genre of book. Even he noticed that Alvin hadn't wanted to go to the library at all that week. He had to remind him that he had some books that were due as he needed to return some himself. The next afternoon after school, Simon coerced him into going to the library. To which he was less than enthusiastic about, but obliged since it was one of the few things that he and Simon did together and talked about. Simon went to his own usual section of the library. Meanwhile, Alvin stood around looking awkward about being in a place full of books and not one held his interest for more than a minute at best. He didn't even glance at the sports books, instead he looked for books on diapers. Among those which mentioned baby diapers and the effects of diapers on the environment, he found several books on bedwetting and some others on a condition called encopresis. Alvin had never heard of this condition before, but was quite intrigued by its description of lacking control of one's bowels. He was surprised that only a few of these books mentioned diaper and those that did discourage their use. These books were written in a clinical fashion and turned out to be of little interest to him. They were mostly just facts and advice, no stories about kids who had been diapered by their parents or kids who had to start wearing diapers unexpectedly. Alvin did learn from his reading, however that most kids who are bed-wetters and encopretics are boys, so he took some pleasure in knowing this. He hoped to find stories about other kids wearing diapers similar to those which he got from the Internet, but to no avail. The closest he came was a children's book called "Clouds and Clocks: A Story for Children Who Soil". He looked through it and read the short text of the story, but it made no mention of diapers, much to his disappointment. He went to the young children's section; looking at books he wished he had read when he was younger.
Simon had been looking around the large library, expecting to find Alvin in the sports section. He wasn't there. He went up and down the stairs, going from one section to another. He could safely rule out the bathroom as a place Alvin might be. He then turned the corner and spotted Alvin looking through small children's books.
"There you are!" Simon exclaimed. "What are you doing in this section?" he questioned his older brother.
He was seated at a low table which was designed for kids smaller than him. Simon looked up at the pictures of teddy bears on the brightly-coloured walls, all of them happily reading books. A stack of three other similar books were on the table in front of Alvin. Simon pondered on what was his brothers' motive to come to this section.
"What are you looking at these books for?" he asked him.
Alvin set the book down and looked embarrassed.
"I dunno", he replied. "I just thought I'd, uh, look at some books that I wish I had read when I was little". Alvin paused for a moment then added, "books that I wish Dad had read to me when I was little". He sighed, "Mom was always too upset with Dad to read to me".
Alvin thought back to his recent weekend with Marvin and how much he enjoyed listening to his sister Heidi read to him and the other boys. He then remembered what it was like years ago to lie in bed with a freshly-spanked bottom still burning beneath the diapers his father angrily and forcefully put on him, unable to do anything, but suffer. Alvin tried his best to avoid showing emotion, but he let a tear stream from his eye.
"It's okay", Simon comforted his older brother as he put his arm around him. "It's not too late for Mom to start reading bedtime stories to you if you want her to do that. I'll even do it, if you don't mind".
Alvin paused for a moment. He wanted to have a chance to enjoy this tender childhood moment that he missed out on the first time around.
"Yes", he said.
"Are those the books you want?" Simon asked him, pointing to the stack on the table.
"Yes", he replied, looking at the colourful covers of each book. He was looking forward to having them read to him when he went to bed that night.
It was starting to get dark outside and Alvin and Simon needed to get home. Alvin also needed to get his disposable diaper changed, such diapers that he only wore in school now, as he opted for the much thicker cloth diapers at home. His diaper was very wet and it had been wet since the nurse changed him at afternoon recess several hours ago. When Alvin and Simon checked out their books, the librarian on duty was surprised that Alvin was not checking out any sports books this time. She was also surprised to see that he was checking out young children's books instead.
"So you've read all of 'em now, eh, Alvin?" she joked. "Trying something different this time?"
"Yeah, well, they're really for my cousin Cody to read", Alvin fibbed. "He'll be visiting us over Christmas".
Simon lightly jabbed Alvin in his ribs with his elbow, acknowledging that she knew that he was checking out the children's books for himself. Simon then handed the librarian his books and had them checked out before they left for home.
"We'll see you two again soon", the librarian said to them as they scurried out the door and trudged through the snow to get home before darkness settles in.
Alvin started showing some other signs of becoming more interested and involved in his diapers. After a week or so of wearing his cloth diapers in doubles, he desired more thickness in them and wanted more diapering on him. He asked his mother and Simon to start triple-diapering him from then on as he felt he needed the extra absorbency.
"Okay", Claire said as Alvin told her his request. "Three diapers, coming up!" she paused, "It sure is gonna be awfully thick!" his mother told him as she hesitantly layered three diapers together before pinning them onto Alvin. She couldn't imagine how Alvin can withstand having so much cloth densely packed in between his legs and wrapped around him.
"Good thing these plastic pants can take it", she said.
"I wonder hust how much thicker diaper they can take", Alvin commented, hinting that he actually wanted to be diapered even more heavily than in triple diapers. Ultimately, Alvin wanted to be diapered six-fold like Marvin and Max, but he wasn't ready to ask for this much just yet. He hoped eventually to get his mother and Simon to start diapering him up in such an extreme amount.
Later on, when Alvin was handed his dinner plate, he thought about having his mother or Simon feed him the same way Heidi fed him at Marvin's house. Alvin hesitated before he asked his mother to feed him. He felt that it was such an odd request and feared that his mother would not understand, even though she acknowledged that he liked being in diapers.
"I was wondering, Mom", Alvin started to say. He twirled his fork as he thought about what to say.
"What, honey?" she asked. Seeing that he hadn't started eating yet, she asked him if he was feeling okay.
"I'm fine", he replied. "But, well, I…"
"Are you not hungry?" she asked.
"No, I mean, yes, I am hungry", Alvin answered.
"Is something bothering you, dear?" she asked him.
Alvin had been thinking about some of the memories he had of his father's abuse.
"A little", he replied.
"Maybe we can talk about this if you want", she said.
Alvin then prepared himself to say what he was dwelling on about. He decided to say it in one breath and once it was out, it was out. He would have to deal with his mother's reaction from that point, good or bad.
"I was wondering if someone could feed my dinner to me", he requested.
Simon and Theodore looked at each other and dropped their knife and fork on the table while Claire sat there with a calm smile as she saw a vulnerable son in front of her.
"You want me to spoon-feed you?" she asked as she had a feeling that this was what Alvin meant.
"Yes", he replied.
"Oh, I don't see why not", she smiled, to the shock of her other sons.
"Huh? Seriously, well I guess that's fine with me, Theodore?"
"No objection to this at all from me".
She pulled up her chair around the corner of the table from Alvin. She took his plate from him and set it in front of her. She then began feeding him, just like Alvin was her baby again. She smiled, thinking about how she had not done this for Alvin, Simon or Theodore in years. She showed no objections to Alvin's request, in fact she was quite delighted to return to performing some of her early parental duties in addition to Alvin's diaper-changing.
"It doesn't bother me. If he wants someone else to feed him, fine. We already change his diapers. In a way, it's like he's a baby all over again". She smiled again at Alvin so she wouldn't appear to him that she was insulting him for his behaviour.
"I am a baby again", Alvin said with his mouth full of food. He couldn't believe what he had said.
"Did you say, 'I am a baby again'?" his mother asked.
Alvin hesitated. He quickly sensed that this dialogue was presenting an opportunity for him to get the same kind of treatment that Marvin and Max enjoy.
"Yes, Mommy", he said.
"Okay, well, don't overdo it!" she chuckled as she had again been called 'Mommy' by her ten year old son. She then sensed that perhaps Alvin was starting to show signs of regression.
"Do you really want to be treated like a baby boy?" she asked, this time more seriously.
Alvin was afraid that perhaps he had pushed things too far. He didn't realise that his mother was just as much looking forward to getting this chance to be a young mother all over again.
Alvin then answered, "Yes".
"Then from now on you can be my little baby boy!" his mother hugged him.
"Wait, does that mean we're officially the big brothers now?" Simon and Theodore asked spiritedly.
"Yes, Simon and Theodore", Claire answered, "Though you two have always been more of big brothers to Alvin anyway".
"So what does this mean?" Alvin asked.
"Whatever you want, however you want it, Alvin, you can have it. Just leave everything up to me and your brothers, your big brothers, that is".
"He wants me to read him a bedtime story tonight", Simon said. "He checked out some children's books from the library today".
"Well, it's about time you stopped reading those sports novels!" Claire joked.
Before Alvin went to bed that evening, Simon changed his diapers. He was getting used to handling cloth diaper and soon he was just as good at diapering Alvin in them as his mother. Alvin really felt like he was in a babyish sort of mood. Since it was the weekend, he felt more at ease knowing that the next two days were his, without any homework to interfere. He also felt good about having spoken of his desire to be treated like an infant. Meanwhile Simon has taken over most of Alvin's night-time diaper changes. He was getting used to handling the cloth diapers and he enjoyed putting them on him than he did with his disposable ones. He enjoyed folding them, wrapping them so tightly around Alvin's butt, fastening up the pins and topping the diapers off with plastic pants. It was all methodical and it gave him some form of routine to which he enjoyed most of all about the task. He had only been double-diapering Alvin at night as this seemed to be adequate, but seeing that he wanted to be triple-diapered that evening, he got out three of his cloth diapers and folded them into a big stack of cotton layers multiplied in thickness by the folds. Alvin looked at the thick stack of diapers awaiting him, anticipating the fresh, clean, dry, warm feeling he would have once Nancy had the diapers on him. He watched as Simon drew the white cloth layers over his stomach and watched him as he insert the pins into the diapers one at a time, forming a row on each side, locking the diapers on his body snugly. Simon turned to Alvin's drawer and returned with his plastic pants. Alvin felt excited now; he wanted to be diapered up even more heavily. He asked Simon if he could put more diapers on him first.
"Geez, Alvin", Simon questioned. "I don't see how you can stand to wear three diapers. How many more do you want?"
"I dunno", Alvin answered. "Marvin and Max wear six".
"Six?!" Simon gasped. "Six diapers?"
"That's what Heidi put them in when I stayed overnight", Alvin answered.
"Okay", Simon said. "If you say so".
Simon pulled another three diapers out of the drawer and folded them together in the same way as he did with the first set. Alvin watched as he anticipated getting the thickness of his already bulging diapers doubled. He thought, "double-triple diapers" and "triple-double diapers".
Simon had the next set of diapers ready to stack on top of the three that Alvin was already wearing. He was barely able to fit them over the other diapers, but he managed to pin them on, fitting very tightly. He used extra pins to ensure the tight-fitting diapers would stay on.
"Are you sure about this?" Simon asked Alvin. "You really are diapered up right now!"
"I'm alright", Alvin told him.
"I hope these plastic pants still fit", he said.
He stuck Alvin's feet into the leg openings and pulled the huge pants up. He pulled the waistband as far as he could to get them to go over the bulging cloth pack wrapped around Alvin. It took him a while to get his plastic pants to go over his huge set of diapers.
"Now it took me a while to get you diapered like that", he said. "So you'd better count on going a long time in those before your next change!"
"Ok", Alvin agreed. He then got up from his bed. He could barely walk in such extremely thick diapers. They seemed even thicker than the ones Marvin and Max wear. He ended up crawling out of his room. His mother thought he was just acting babyish by seeing him crawl. He sat on the couch and cuddled up to his mother. She held Alvin next to her, seeing that Simon put a lot of diapers on him. His legs were spread out as the diapers forced them apart.
Simon was in the kitchen with Theodore getting some ice cream for everyone. He brought his mother a bowl, plus three more for themselves. Simon took his spot on the couch next to Alvin and put his forcefully outstretched leg on his lap. He then started to spoon-feed him some ice cream and in between mouthfuls; he ate some of his own. When Alvin was done eating, Simon wiped his chin clean. He let out a yawn and stretched, to which his mother chuckled.
"I think someone's sleepy".
"Uh huh", Alvin replied sleepily as he got up.
His mother kissed him good night and Simon followed behind him as he crawled into his bedroom. Simon admired his white, very padded butt and the fine job he did to get it that way.
Later that evening when Alvin was put to bed, Simon let him pick out a story from among the books he selected at the library. He pulled up a chair and started reading a "Winnie the Pooh" story to him. He read it slowly, and in a soft soothing voice. Alvin felt himself relax and sink into his soft bed as he lay there. His diapers felt infinitely thick around him as he concentrated on their bulky sensation. When he closed the book, he sat it down on his seat, he then knelt down and they locked eyes for a second. He smiled and gave his brother a quick kiss on the forehead and he didn't mind it at all. Alvin snuggled under his bed covers and lulled into a peaceful sleep. Simon closed the door and Alvin shifted his position in his bed and his bed wobbled a little to which he didn't notice.
Alvin woke up to his thoughts of the dream he had the previous night. He dreamt that his entire bedroom was transformed into a nursery, much in the same way as Marvin and Max's bedroom was arranged and furnished. Alvin no longer had a bed, but a crib instead. The walls were covered with a light blue wallpaper with diapered teddy bears similar to what he recalled seeing in Marvin and Max's bedroom, only the bears were much larger. Alvin no longer went to school, nor was he expected to do much of anything at all during the day except to play, take naps and just be a happy little boy. In the dream he was diapered very heavily and the pins that were used couldn't be taken off without a special "key" to remove them, he recalled. Alvin couldn't remember peeing or pooping his diapers in his dream, nor could he remember who changed him, if anybody, though it seemed like it was Steve.
At about that time, Alvin felt a gurgle in his stomach and without much input, he felt it coming on strongly and without a second longer, it spewed into the back of his diaper. He felt so infantile, not having to care at all that he just completely made a mess in his diaper and that his backside was covered in smelly poo-poo. The diapers were so thick that it didn't matter at all to Alvin how much he peed and pooped nor how frequently. He wet them some more at the same time that he pooped them. He moved on his bed which almost certainly creaked on the joint and a splitting sound at the wooden joint was heard. He attempted to get up, but remembered that the thickly stacked diapers made this impractical. He got down on his paws and knees to look for where his bed frame was weakening.
Simon then came in and saw this huge, white, diapered butt sticking up with two skinny legs beneath it. Seeing that Alvin was so pre-occupied with whatever was underneath the bed, he couldn't resist the urge to slap his rear end.
"Whap!" sounded Simon's paw as he struck the plastic-covered surface of his diapers.
"Got you Alvin", he said.
"Simon!" Alvin shouted.
"Sorry, Alvin, I couldn't resist. Your butt just looks so cute in all those diapers I put on it. What are you doing?"
"I think my bed is about to break", Alvin said as he came out from underneath the bed. He sat on the floor before his brother as he stood and stared at how much diapering was filling his crotch.
"Come on", Simon said as he helped Alvin get up and took his paw. "Mom has breakfast ready for us".
Alvin dropped to his paws and knees once again as he crawled to the kitchen. When he got to the kitchen, he sat in his chair while his mother took the chair around the corner and began feeding him his breakfast. She fed him cereal, plus some bacon, eggs and toast. To serve Alvin his milk, she used one of Alvin's old spill-proof cups that she found stashed away on the top shelf of one of the kitchen cabinets. Next time, he was going to be given a bottle.
After breakfast, Alvin made a request if he could phone Marvin and Max to come over that afternoon. To which his mother said it was alright with her. When he reached Marvin's house, Heidi picked up the call.
"Is Marvin there?" Tommy asked her.
"He is, but he's not feeling well. I'm changing him for a second time this morning, he has an upset stomach. Good thing he likes to wear diapers", she quipped. "He really needs them today".
"If he feels better by say noon, can you have him call me?"
"Sure", Heidi answered. "Talk to you later, diaper boy", she said to Alvin as she hung up.
Alvin sighed and trudged upstairs muttering, "Now what am I going to do today?"
Later, Claire got out the Christmas tree in the box ready to put up in the living room. It was an artificial tree that they stored in the shed behind the house. Ever since the abuse Alvin sustained in his early childhood, he gave up liking Christmas as much as Simon and Theodore. He however took part in the festivities for the sake of keeping from being a spoil sport. He appreciated the gifts he received on Christmas day, but in secret, he's hasn't got the Christmas spirit as his brothers have. At school, he pretends to be excited about the holiday season, but the only good part he feels about school holidays are just that, an extended break of a couple of weeks at most for Christmas and return the next year. He sat in his room, listening to his mom bringing in a box; he knew exactly what that meant. He lay on his bed and threw a tatty old beanie ball in the air and catching it and sighed. He had no homework to do and really nothing to do. Simon and Theodore come out of their rooms on the sound of their mom bringing in the Christmas tree, Theodore approached Alvin's bedroom door and saw him tossing a ball in the air and catching it whilst looking extremely bored.
"Alvin", Theodore said.
"Yes Theodore".
"Do you want to help with the tree?"
Not wanting to disappoint his youngest brother replied, "Yeah ok Theodore".
He climbed off his bed and crawled out to the living room where Simon and Theodore were helping carry boxes of ornaments, lights and other holiday decorations. As the shed was outside, Alvin wasn't obliged by his mom to help in any with retrieving them as the shed was outside. He however decided that he should at least look useful by going out to the shed anyway in his diapers.
While he was out in the shed, he came across a box of some old toys that he and his brothers used to play with. As he bent over, his nose picked up that he is long overdue for a change as his diaper smelt of stale urine and poop from earlier. Not that it bothered him, but what did bother him though was the fact that what he stared at in the back of the shed were the only toys they ever had from his childhood as their father selfishly spent the family's money on alcohol and cigarettes, leaving their mother with very little so that she could only afford to buy a few play things for Alvin and his brothers. He sat there on his knees in front of the box. He sorted out Simon and Theodore's toys from his own toys. As he did this he looked despondent at the box emptying quickly and he had a select few old Fisher Price sets and a few small games and puzzle. He looked at Simon and Theodore's piles and they were slightly larger than his own, he closed his eyes to try hard not to weep at the memories of his father breaking his toys for his bed-wetting, but it was close to impossible. Through a fit of anger, he got up and pushed a few things over then he put his stuff back in the box as his mother found him.
"I see you've found your old toys", Claire said.
Alvin instantly regretting making a mess pouted, "Is this all I ever had to play with?" he asked, looking at the relatively small collection.
"Everything of yours that your father didn't destroy for wetting your bed", she replied with a sad expression on her face.
He looked relieved that his mom didn't look very upset that he pushed things over on the floor; he looked at the box of toys with a sad expression. His mother stood at the door feeling really bad about old wounds being opened again, "I'm sorry Alvin".
"No it works out better for me, I have friends who accept me, I accept myself and I didn't need an alcoholic father to ever teach me to shoot hoops or eventually drive or go to college!"
"It's ok to feel angry. The whole time he was here he was punishing you for something so trivial that any kid would be bed-wetting at the time".
"I'm not going to be mad at him. It wasn't as if I was going to be loved by him, I taught myself how to shoot hoops, I'm not perfect, but I still learned, didn't I? I had six great birthdays without him and he didn't even send me a damn card, to hell with him!" Claire stood there with a blank sad expression on her face, not knowing what she should do. "I don't need him then and I don't need him now", Alvin started gathering his stuff slowly. His mother finally snapped from her trance.
"Alvin, I'm sorry if there was anything I could …"
"No Mommy you know what, I'm going to be successful without him, get a good job without him, find myself a great wife and have kids and I will be a hundred times better father than he ever would ever be because there is nothing he can ever teach me about how to love my kids! I feel for my brothers too".
Claire just stood there in silence as she absorbed what her son had to get off his chest, she could've sworn he looked away to avoid being seen sobbing.
"How come he doesn't want me, Mommy?" Alvin sobbed.
Claire immediately held him close and whispering to him to let it all out as she comforted him, the pain, the torment and everything that had bottled up the last six years. They broke away from each other and Alvin wiped the tears from his cheeks as he sniffled and looked at the box again.
"You know that you don't have to look at that box again, don't you?"
"I want to, can I take these back in the house?" Alvin asked his mother.
"Of course you can, dear", she said. "And if you want more for Christmas, I'm sure Santa will accommodate you as well".
"Ok great", Alvin sniffled.
"Are you going to be ok?"
"Yeah I will be fine".
Alvin gathered up all the toys that he wanted to play with and carried them into the house and into his room, making just the one trip. By this time all the Christmas stuff had been brought in. Alvin sat in his room and started playing with his old toys whilst his mother and his brothers worked on setting up the Christmas tree and decorating it. Their mother explained that Alvin wanted some time to refocus himself after discovering his old stuff. Steve was invited over to help with decorating the tree as well as help bake some Christmas cookies later on.
Alvin had been in wet and soiled diaper for the last couple of hours and his diapers were starting to get uncomfortable and they were in need of a change. While the thick set of diapers on him had enough capacity to handle more wetting, the innermost layers of the diapers were becoming saturated in pee and the smells were becoming stronger. Alvin decided he had enough playing and he was ready to see if his mother needed help putting up the Christmas decorations. He went out to the front room and saw his mother as well as his brothers with Steve huddled around the tree putting up ornaments. Steve heard Alvin enter the room and he turned around to greet him. He expected to see him in a disposable diaper, but instead he saw that he had on cloth diapers and that they were so much thicker and bigger around Alvin, especially with as many diapers as Simon put on him.
"Geez, Alvin!" Steve exclaimed. He walked up to him and examined his diapers more closely to see how thickly he was diapered.
"They really got you diapered up today, how many diapers are you wearing?"
"Six", Alvin answered. He didn't mind that Steve was interested in how he was diapered.
"That's a lot of diapers!" he commented. "Why so many?"
"I like thick diapers", Alvin said honestly, but shyly.
"Oh, I see", Steve acknowledged. "Well, they certainly are thick, that's for sure. Betcha you don't need to be changed much, huh?"
"I need to be changed now", Alvin said.
"Just sit tight, honey, I'll take care of you in just a bit", Claire assured him.
Alvin sat on the couch and watched his mother and the boys disburse the Christmas ornaments on the tree.
"You know", Steve said to Simon, "your brother has really changed since he started wearing diapers".
"So you finally noticed?" Simon said to him, hinting at some sarcasm.
"Well, yeah, but I mean, you remember when I saw him that first day and how embarrassed he was? Now look at him, he's sitting there, wearing … geez … six diapers! Now he doesn't mind at all that I see him wearing them and that I can talk to him about them".
"He's learned to accept it", Claire said to Steve. "Oh and then some".
"Wanna come and help?" asked Steve.
"Uh, sure", Alvin replied.
"He's actually waiting on me to change him, I'll take care of him first", said Claire.
Alvin crawled into his room and lay down on his bed that rocked a little as he waited for his mother to enter. She didn't even close the door to his bedroom anymore and Alvin didn't seem to mind that his naked, poop-smothered rear end was about to be exposed, even with Steve present. Claire started removing his plastic pants. They were difficult to pull off from over the diapers. She started removing the thick cloth between Alvin's legs and was hit with the odour of stale urine and the last cloth was stuck to his butt.
"Wow, Simon really had you diapered!" his mother exclaimed. "Do you really want to start wearing your diapers that heavily from now on?"
"Yes", Alvin answered without any hesitation at all.
"Even your Dad never made you wear so many diapers", his mother commented. "Whatever makes you comfortable, sweetie".
She began the task of cleaning the accumulated poop from his butt and crotch before powdering him once more before preparing the triple-double stacked diapers that Alvin has grown to love. She pinned them on and stretched the plastic over the stack of diapers and she was done.
Meanwhile, Simon, Theodore and Steve were busy sorting through the boxes of ornaments and selecting which ones to use on the tree and where to place them. Simon didn't expect his mom to be spending so long to change his diapers. He excused himself and went to Alvin's room as she finished diapering him.
"I was wondering what happened to you, Mom", Simon said.
"He wanted six diapers on and they're really difficult to put on, but I managed".
Simon smiled as his mother made that remark.
Simon went back out to continue decorating the Christmas tree. As Alvin got off the bed, it wobbled a little, but noticeable to his mother's eyes.
"What happened to your bed, Alvin?" his mother asked him as she put her hand on his headboard. She felt its looseness as she lightly shook the board. "I think the frame is loose".
"You've had this bed since you were four years old. It was used when we bought it, so who knows what it's been through", his mother said.
"Are you getting me a new bed?" Alvin asked.
"Maybe a new frame, though that mattress has been through a lot too", his mother replied.
"Perhaps I can get you a new bed for Christmas".
"Marvin and Max sleep in cribs", Alvin said, hinting that this was how he would like to have his bed replaced.
"Cribs, I will never get those two".
"Mommy, don't talk about them like they're being mistreated, they're healthy, their parents love them and that's what matters".
Claire sighed, "You're right, I'm sorry Alvin, I guess you being a baby won't be a bad thing. I wonder where they got them".
She inserted the last of the diaper pins into Alvin's big, bulging diapers.
"I can ask", Alvin said. "I'll ask Marvin next time I see him".
"Do you really want a crib?" his mother asked.
Alvin hesitated for a moment as he felt he was venturing into uncharted territory with his desires.
"I think you do", his mother stated with a smile. She worked the tight-fitting plastic pants over his diapers until they were snugly covering them. She then helped him up from his bed and sent him out. She pulled the sheets off of Alvin's bed to wash them. At the same time she also got on the floor and checked underneath the bed to see what sort of damage Alvin had done to it. The bed frame appeared to be unsalvageable, it seemed. The mattress, stripped of its sheets, showed signs of Alvin's prior bed-wetting episodes. She decided that Alvin's bed was due for replacement. What kind of bed Alvin would get would be decided by Christmas.