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Diapered Giant

Chapter 13

Randy didn’t stay up much longer. He ate some salad and a bowl of apple pudding, then went for a bath. He was able to put on his diaper without help and was in bed when Grace came up with a cup of ginger tea.

"Will I be able to go back to school tomorrow?" Randy asked.

"That depends on how you feel," Grace said gently. "If you have doubts, no. We don’t want to push it. I told Mrs. Franklin it might be a couple of days before you were back."

Tuesday Morning, Randy woke feeling strangely heavy. At first, he thought it was just the usual drowsiness. Then he felt a cramping in his belly and an unpleasant gurgling. Quickly, he rose and headed for the bathroom. As he reached the door, however, the cramps suddenly intensified, making him double over. The next thing he knew, a gooey mess was filling the back of his diaper, followed by a gush of urine.

"Oh no!" Randy groaned. "What’ll I do now?"

He straightened up and shuffled back to his room. The full diaper felt horrible. He’d always been revolted by the thought of pooping his diapers, and now he’d done it!

"Muuuuuuum!" he called, "can you come here, please?"

Grace had been making breakfast when she heard poor Randy’s cry.

"Oh dear," she thought, "he must be in agony."

She started the toaster, then rushed upstairs. Randy lay on his bed looking miserable. As she approached him, a nasty smell hit her nose.

"Whew! Looks like you didn’t make it to the washroom."

"Please! It’s awful!" Randy sobbed.

Grace opened the window a crack to remove the stink. Then she grabbed a fresh diaper and plastic pants, pulled Randy to his feet and led him in to the bathroom. Slipping her hand carefully inside his plastics, she removed the diaper pins one by one. Then she had him stand over the toilet and slowly lowered the diaper. It was a nasty mess indeed. In spite of her efforts, some of it escaped on to the mat.

"Don’t worry," she encouraged Randy, "it needs washing anyway."

Randy couldn’t answer. Grace tipped the worst of the mess in to the toilet before removing the diaper completely. She had to use a fair amount of toilet paper to clean him up, flushing several times. Finally, after wiping everything, she had Randy sit on the toilet while she ran a bath for him.

"No school for you today!" she said decidedly.

"Guess not," the boy agreed.

At that moment, Shane’s voice called from downstairs.

"What’s happening up there?"

"A mess, I’m afraid," Grace answered.

Shane came up. He froze in the hall as his nose told him what kind of mess.

"Phew! Don’t suppose you’ll be going far today, son!"

Grace helped her son in to the bath and got him cleaned up. Then she rinsed off the soiled diaper in the toilet.

"Should I call Dr. Shermann?" Shane asked. "This is bad."

"Better," Grace said. "If we’re lucky, we can take him in today. I’m scheduled for the afternoon shift, so I won’t miss anything."

Randy now felt weak and tired. He made no move as Grace got him in to a clean diaper and back to bed. Shane called Dr. Shermann’s office and was relieved to learn that he had an opening at 10-00.

"Thank goodness!" Grace sighed when she heard this. She dressed Randy in a warm sweat suit and his raincoat, and they drove over to the office. Dr. Shermann wasted no time getting started.

It turned out that Randy had a case of stomach flu. The ginger tea had kept him from vomiting, but the diarrhoea had been almost as weakening.

"No school for the rest of this week, at least," he told Grace. "Keep on with the ginger. I see you’re one for natural remedies."

"I always have been," Grace admitted, "I’m encouraging their use at the hospital. Common meds have far too many side effects for my liking."

Randy didn’t return to school until the following Friday. One of his classmates came every day with the homework assignments, and Paddy was a frequent visitor. Randy was always glad to see him, and sometimes they worked together. Ellen was usually the one who brought his homework since she lived closest to him. Even the Morrisons came when they could. Once, Mrs. Franklin herself paid him a surprise visit, bringing some peppermint tea she’d made up, and a bag of ginger candy. All this helped to keep Randy in good spirits. Active as he liked to be, it was hard to stay in bed, or even indoors.

"You’re lucky you’re in diapers," Ellen remarked one day.

"Lucky?" Randy repeated disbelievingly, "What’s so lucky about it?"

"Well," Ellen explained, "when I had the flu, I was up every hour or so to use the washroom. Once I missed the toilet and messed all over the floor. At least you don’t have to worry about that."

"Be glad you’ve never pooped your pants!" Randy said, a bit defensively. "It feels so grose!"

"Sorry," Ellen said, blushing. "I didn’t mean it like that. I meant that at least you won’t be caught out if it comes suddenly."

"True," Randy admitted.

When Randy finally returned to school, he was greeted by loud cheers as he entered the cloak room. Only Ralph remained silent and sulky. Today, he wore a Mickey Mouse t-shirt and gray pants. He acknowledged Randy’s return with a nod, and waddled off to the classroom, his diaper crinkling with every step.

The rest of October passed smoothly. Randy quickly regained his vigour.

"Are you going out on Halloween?" Paddy asked during the last week of the month.

"I think so," Randy answered, "How about you?"

"Yes, I’m going as a clown. The clown costume was the only thing Mum could find that would fit over my diapers."

"I’m not sure what I’ll go as," Randy said. "Mum’s having a tough time finding anything. I’m too big for most of the kids’ stuff, and too small for the adult costumes."

"Let me talk to Mum," Paddy suggested. "I bet she could make something."

"There isn’t time."

"You’d be surprised what Mum can do," Paddy said. "She has loads of scraps from making dresses, and she can sew pretty fast when she has to."

Halloween saw Randy rigged up in a bear cub costume that Mrs. Manning had made. She’d done an excellent job considering the short time she’d had to put it together, and the diaper made it look more "cubbish," as she jokingly put it. Randy was proud of her efforts. He’d even won second prize in the school costume parade. (First prize had gone to Ellen who’d dressed as Little Red Riding Hood.) Both Randy and Paddy had come in from trick-or-treating with their candy bags laden.

"It’s too bad you couldn’t come with us," Keith told Randy the next day at school. "We went to the Brinckmans, and you should have seen Ralph!"

"What happened?" Randy asked eagerly. "Was he allowed to go out?"

"No," Lanny answered, "but he had to help hand out goodies! Mrs. Brinckman had him dressed up in bright red plastic pants and a red shirt with "Help! I’m spellbound!" on the front. The diaper was huge!"

"You should have seen his face!" Keith added, struggling to keep from laughing, "You’d think Mrs. Brinckman had painted it red too!"

With that, all three boys dissolved in to laughter.

With November, the weather turned cold and wet. There was no more running around the school grounds, but Mr. Bradley still kept the boys working out with games of floor hockey, volleyball and dodge ball. Twice a week, they did aerobic exercises. Randy didn’t mind this much. He wasn’t good at everything, but he was a natural athlete. Many of his classmates, however, were hard pressed to keep pace. Mr. Bradley was a forgiving teacher when he saw that they were trying. He was a strong believer in childhood fitness, but was careful not to overdo it. Ralph, still encumbered by the thick diapers, remained ever sulky.

"Does your mum ever make you wear diapers as thick as these?" Ralph demanded of Randy one day.

"Only at night," Randy replied. "And I don’t wear disposables."

Ralph scowled.

"I don’t know why you’re complaining," Randy said. "You only have to wear them for another couple of weeks. Besides, it’s your own fault. If you—"

"Get out!" Ralph snapped, and stalked off.

After that, Randy did his best to avoid Ralph. Harder to escape was Margaret, the mean blonde. She seemed to be following him everywhere.

"Why do you keep following me?" he demanded one Friday towards the end of the month. "I thought you were with Ralph."

"Can’t you figure it out, baby?" Margaret cooed.

Randy thought hard. He could only come up with two reasons, and these he offered. "Either Ralph’s told you to watch me, or you’re just being a snoop."

Margaret frowned. "Look who’s calling names now."

"Want me to tell your mum you’ve been following me?" Randy asked.

"I said that won’t scare me, baby," Margaret sneered.

"Bet you wouldn’t say that if you were put in diapers!" shouted a voice nearby.

Randy jumped and spun around. There was Paddy, grinning from ear to ear. Margaret saw him too.

"What do you want, Pissing Paddy?"

"Leave us alone!" Randy snapped. "Go find your own baby! Maybe Ralph would like you to change him."

Margaret shot the boys a dirty look and marched off.