It was then that I started to look at Jeffery’s room and it all started to make sense. The vinyl change pad was well worn, the nursery lamps were older and the mobile that hug over the bed was nearly an antique. The room looked used and the nursery rhyme books in the book case were frayed and worn on the edges. I asked Elian if Jeffery stayed in the room when he visited her. She replied that Jeffery was also, and still, a very special little boy sometimes and that he needed some special times to ease the stress of his married life and yes he loved staying in his old room when he visited. She directed me to Jeffery’s stand up bureau and opened the drawers revealing his special clothes and diapers. Jeffery was a lucky man to have such a supportive mom and a talented one at that.

I took a pair of printed vinyl baby pants out of the drawer that when opened up, were twice the size of Adam’s new ones. They were powdered and had a wide waist band and rubber bindings at the legs. Jeffery’s size, I asked, wondering what Jeffery would look like all dressed up in his diapers and pants. Elian told me that even though Jeffery was now married, he still clung to the times when he could just relax and have his baby time. His wife was less than a willing partner in his regression but she did know about it before they got married.

Elian told me that she showed Jeffery’s girlfriend / wife all of his things before they got married and how Jeffery liked them to be used. His wife was willing to except the behavior because Jeffery was, loving, attentive and a good match for her personality. She wanted to be, and is, the dominant partner and for the most part, they were happily married and that was great because she now had a grand son. It was time for her to prepare my Adam for the journey home, maybe a little snack and a fresh change of diapers and clothes.

It was sort of da JA view, but both of them expected it to be a special, last time. Each of them wanted the diaper changing to be memorable, lasting and fun. She asked me to help her make a snack for him for dinner as he had quite a bit of junk food at the theater. I watched as she got a clean bib out of the cupboard and put it on the table next to wear Adam was going to sit. It looked like it was just the normal thing to do. I asked her if she was going to feed him anything special. Next Elian got out a baby bottle and filled it with the last of her special formula. The bubbles rose in the bottle as it stood on the counter waiting for Elian to find the appropriate pot. It had a nuk rubber nipple on it and it too seemed impatient to do its job, oozing some white liquid from its orifice. Elian prepared a warm bowl of cream of wheat type pabulum, making it thick, saying that it would be settle his stomach after all that junk food. Elian called Adam to the table first putting a towel on the chair in case of any leaks. Adam stood still as she checked his diaper before sitting him on the chair and tying his bib on, taking the two string ties in her hands and then pulling on them so that the vinyl bib slipped under his chin and tightened gently around his neck and then tying it in place making a large shoe lace type bow with the string ends. He was more than wet and he also smelled a little of stale pee, pee. Elian thought it would be better to let him enjoy the warmth and weight of his diaper a little longer and then change him into a dry one for the trip home. She poured the warm mixture into a feeding dish adding some sirup to it and then without missing a beat she started to spoon it into him allowing the occasional mouthful to roll down off of his chin and into the pouch of the bib lovingly scolding him for not swallowing fast enough. I got his bottle out of the pot and tested it on my wrist, thinking that she was going to feed it to him at the table. Elian said that it would be better to have him nurse on it while he was lying across her lap on the couch. With the pabulum finished, his mouth lovingly wiped clean and his bid untied and put a side for washing, she lead him over to the couch, we talked about what a great time that we had had visiting with her, as Adam nursed on the bottle. His legs widened, showing how his vinyl baby pants were still griping his thighs snugly and then showing the glistening evidence of a fresh wetting as the last white ounces in his bottle drained into him, being replaced with large honeycombed bubbles. Elian felt how the diaper had warmed and smiled at Adam as she unplugged the baby bottle from his still sucking mouth, making a smacking sound as the nipple escaped.

The darkened ruffles on his diapers were showing through his blue baby pants as the two of them walked to the bathroom for the clean up. They talked and he oooed and auuued as I heard the rustle of his baby pants coming off and the wet diaper being dropped into the pail. With the squeak of the bathroom tap and the sound of rain as I envisioned the water rinsing off his peachy behind, I new that he was happy to be here with us except for the scratchy, soapy washcloth part and I guess the warm water rinse off made up for that. Elian had wrapped him in a towel for the trip to the bedroom and they waved as they headed towards the next indulgence. This was not going to be a quick dust and go, as I heard the sound the vinyl change matt rustle as Adam got into position. Elian talked to him in a voice that you would use on someone much younger than Adam. He replied back in the same kind of voice, wanting to act the part of being a wetting toddler that needed a caring touch. Then all I heard was Elian’s Voice as I pictured her plugging Adam’s mouth with a fresh pacifier. I had to rely on remembered sounds as I sat there in the kitchen envisioning Elian’s diaper changing technic. Even though it was hard to make out the words I already new the phrases by heart, “knees up please” “wider” ”take a deep breath” “hold still” “just relax” “no peeing on me!” and finally “good boy!” All these phrases coincided with other sounds, the top being removed from the jar of Vaseline, the flip top on the baby oil bottle being opened, the searching for the diaper pins in the glass bowl beside the bed, the sound of her pulling a fresh tissue from the Kleenex box, the squeezing of the baby powder container followed by her sneeze. She must have been at the part where she was taking care of his behind as he let out a giggle and then a yelp as I heard her slap what sounded like an exposed bum cheek. I waited patently as sounds and smells of a very through diaper changing were taking place only imagining the great pleasure both the diaper er and the diapered were experiencing.

I especially liked the sound that the fresh baby pants made as they were shook out and made ready to be put on the submissive wetter knowing that they were needed. The two part diapering system was far more efficient than the disposable or the all in one system. First, with the cloth diaper you could choose just how much absorbancy was needed and where it was needed, example, sides, front, back, crotch and then you chose the type of fixing. Pinning was always my favorite but there was also a snap-on version and Velcro and pull on types too. You had to consider what the diapered wanted too, and if you wanted to punish or embarrass them or just make sure that they were comfortable and protected. If the diapers were going on for sleep time or daytime running around, maybe the wetter was going to be seated for most of the time, adjustments had to be made. What fun could be had just making sure that there were not any unplanned accidents. With cloth diapers I felt in charge of the situation being able to adjust the diaper for the best results for both him and me.

The last step in the diapering process was just as important as the first. The putting on waterproof pants over the cloth diaper meant that the person wearing the diaper was going to wet it and that the pants were intended to do two things. One, keep all the wetness contained in the diaper and two, keep everything outside the pants, dry. When I put them on Adam, I felt that I had done a good job of protecting him and taking care of his needs. When I used disposables on him, I didn’t feel the same way, it was just not the same feeling of love and caring. The Waterproof vinyl baby pants were not all the same and it was necessary to make the right chooses in order for them to be effective and comfortable. In just two days with Elian, I had seen how wearing the right kind of baby pants made a huge difference in how leak-proof and comfortable Adam was. His daytime plastic pants were cut so he could enjoy all his activities with out feeling restricted, but still having all the protection that the baby pants offered. Some pants were noisy and some were just so soft that I wanted to wear them myself. The elastic that kept the pants tight around the waist and legs was important too. If the elastics on the pants were too tight, they would leave uncomfortable red marks around the legs. If they were too loose, they would not contain the cloth diaper and leak. Large ballooned pants were cooler to wear and offered the best protection over thick, night time diapers. Adam looked his best when he was heavily diapered. He walked and moved awkwardly in them, but enjoyed the pillow effect when sitting and rolling diapered on the floor. I enjoyed washing and powdering them, getting them ready for the next time. When I folded them and put them away, all soft and clean smelling of the vinyl, I couldn’t help but let my mind wonder and remember the last time I had dressed him in them. Now that Elian had given us some with nursery prints on them and with colors too, it was going to be even more fun dressing him.

With disposable diapers the choices were very limited, but with cloth and baby pants you could feel that he had the very best combination of capacity and protection on, every time you changed him. It was fun to change him at the fast food restaurant on Saturday and he wanted to have that experience, but that would not always be the case! Me and Adam were on this trip of empowerment, mine was that of having the responsibility of his wellbeing and his was the responsibility of living and making his life, reflect who he really was. I accepted my part without question and he loved me for it and he seemed to be fulfilling and loving his part too.

It was time for show and tell and Adam and Elian called out asking me to close my eyes. I called out ready with my eyes closed and waited to see my prize. All I could hear was the rustling of his baby pants as he got into position.

“Ready” they announced and I opened my eyes to the vision of my sweet Adam dressed in white, rubbery baby pants and some light baby blue socks and some darker blue bows sewed on to the tops of them. Adam was smiling ear to ear, so much so that I thought he was going to lose the pacifier that he was holding in place with his teeth. Elian held his hand like any proud parent would, having him do a pirouette and a bow for me. His white baby pants showed only the slightest hint of the dancing Elephants printed on his diapers. The dark loony tunes wide waistband brought out his skin tone colors and high lighted his white baby pants. The gray rubber binding around his legs gave contrast to the traditional white vinyl baby pants that sagged in a diamond shaped point at the back between his legs and stretched across his tummy up to his belly button in the front. Elian kneed down and had Adam stand side ways to me as she pulled at the bottom of his baby pants seat showing me how much room there was to spare. She told me if he wore these when not setting down and he wet a lot, that he would probably puddle in them. Then she had him squat down to show me how they didn’t pull at his leg rubbers and waist band as they stretched over his bum in that position. These were perfect baby pants for extended setting. The diaper he had on had an extra wide and thick panel across his bum and then doubled up between his legs and then opened up again to thickly cover his tummy and friend. Elian told me to pin them on him with his knees elevated and wide apart so they would fit naturally when he was seated.

With the diaper showing done they returned to the bedroom for the grand finally and that was going to be the modeling of a new outfit that she had modified for him, taking into consideration his special need. After a short interlude they once again appeared with Adam now dressed in a two piece sweat suite with a message stenciled on to the front of the top. It read in big pink letters “I AM THE BABY” and in smaller letters underneath “of the family”. It was baby blue with white piping up the sides of the legs on the pants and down the arms of the top. The sweat pants were very accommodating of his extra large behind and with his top on, his diapers were only slightly noticeable. He jumped up and down in calibration of his new look, hugging Elian with the pacifier still in place. She helped him on with his sneakers and with time and tears running out, we packed up and headed towards the car. Elian insisted on making sure that he was all buckled in securely sitting on his boaster seat. One more hug for Adam, and then it was my turn to receive a hug that only a friend could give. She wished us a safe trip home and then she passed her journal to me, saying that it would enlighten me in regards to Adam and his new found love. After saying our last good-by’s, we drove off into the night a somehow changed mother and son.

To be continued

Next chapter “Home and a normal life”