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Today was a big day for Nolan. For one, it was his twelfth birthday. Two, today was the day he, his little brother Harry, and their mother, moved from Rhode Island to San Francisco.
His mom appeared at the doorway to his room. Well, his former room. “Are you all set to go?” she asked, “there’s only one last thing before we hit the road.”
She left him, and Nolan made his way to the garage. The moving vans had already collected everything, and they had food and clothes packed for the ride. As he reached the door to the garage, his mother stopped him, “not so fast, I said there was one last thing.”
“Huh? I thought everything was packed,” Nolan questioned.
“It’s not that, wait in the living room.” She headed into the garage, and Nolan could hear her fetch something from the trunk as he led himself to the living room. She returned with a canvas bag, “I’m gonna need you to lie down, Nolan.”
Nolan tilted his head, “what’s going on?”
“The drive’s going to take a few days, and we might not be able to stop for the bathroom. We can’t go unless you wear one of these,” she said, taking a diaper out of the bag.
“Wait, wait, mom, I don’t need diapers! Harry’s the bedwetter, give them to him!”
“Harry’s already set, we’re just waiting on you now.” She pat the side of his arm, “it’s alright, no one else will know. Lie down, Nolan.”
Reluctantly, Nolan lay himself on the floor. Slowly, his mother unbuckled his overalls and pulled them off his legs, followed by his briefs, and placed the diaper beneath him. He expected it to be over in an instant, but first his mom spattered his privates with baby powder.
His mom noticed his surprise. “It’s either this or a diaper rash. It doesn’t feel bad, does it?” Nolan shook his head, unable to speak, for fear of breaking down. She fastened the four tabs, two on each side, around the sides of the diaper. “Snug?” she asked.
“It… it feels tight,” Nolan choked out. “Mom, do I have to wear this? I promise I won’t tease Harry for wearing them on the way there, I’ll pretend I can’t see them, please, please, please?”
His mother, ignoring him, stood the thin boy up. “Step,” she told him, dressing him back in his overalls. He looked down at his sides--even with his shirt under the overalls, he still couldn’t hide the diaper’s obvious peek. He turned to inspect his rear, but was caught off-guard by a loud crinkling. Harry better have it worse off than him, or he was gonna get the teasing of a lifetime.
His brother was already waiting in the car, so the two walked to join him, Nolan waddling behind his mother, extremely conscious of the large bulk between his legs. Are all diapers really this big? Even knowing Harry was in the same boat, he was nervous about being seen in this state. He approached the car, and his mom opened the back door.
“Mom, a car-seat?!” Nolan complained, “I’m already wearing diapers, do I really need this?”
Harry let out a snicker as their mom knelt down to Nolan’s height. “It’s gonna be a long ride, and you’ll be sleeping in the car, so it’s best that you get comfortable. Don’t worry, plenty of kids need car-seats. It’s not a big deal.”
Nolan kept his eyes on the ground, but let his mom pick him up and place him in the car-seat, fasten the five points, and secure him in place. He turned his head to the left, to his brother, hoping for some sympathy, but all he saw was the giggling seven year-old sitting lower than him, with no diaper in sight.
Harry prodded at Nolan’s padding. “Do you think you’re gonna use them?” the boy teased.
As their mother sat in the driver’s seat, Nolan questioned, “why isn’t Harry wearing a diaper, and why am I the only one in a car-seat? He still wets the bed, shouldn’t it be him in my position?”
His mother’s eyes met him in the rearview mirror. “Harry will be changing into his pull-ups at night, as he always has. There’s no need to put him in diapers when he already has a fix for his accidents.”
“Can’t I just wear pull-ups? Why do I need to wear baby diapers?” Nolan sniffled.
They pulled out of the driveway. “Nolan, don’t worry, nobody thinks you’re a baby,” his mom comforted him, “you don’t have to worry about Harry picking on you, he knows how you feel.”
Harry smirked at Nolan. No, he certainly didn’t feel the same way as his big baby brother. Well, that’s how Nolan felt, at least--like the baby brother, sitting in a car-seat, with a diaper clearly poking and bulging out of his overalls. The buckles of his car-seat made it easy for anyone to take a look at the bulk between his legs, and any time he fidgeted to adjust his position, Harry would giggle at the loud crinkling noise.
“Oh, by the way,” their mom was beaming with positivity, “happy birthday, Nolan!”

* * *

After two hours on the road, they pulled into a rest stop hosting a small store. “Come on, let’s get something to eat,” Nolan’s mom offered. She set to work letting Nolan out of his car-seat, while Harry found his own way out. The two were glad to stretch their legs, but Nolan soon remembered his need to waddle, unable to move his legs together.
Harry pat the back of Nolan’s padding. “Have you wet them yet?”
Nolan scowled, but before he could make his denial, his mother agreed, “it’s hard to tell through the overalls, maybe it’s time to check.” She reached her hand around the side of Nolan’s overall bib, and down to the crotch of his diaper.
He gave a startled yelp, “mom, I’m dry!” He squirmed as his mother felt around, finally withdrawing her hand.
“Looks like you are. I’ll have to check you again later.” She grabbed his hand, and began leading him into the stop, Harry independently following along.
“Mom, everyone will be able to tell…” Nolan worried. “Can I stay in the car?”
“You’re going to be in the car for hours, it’s time for some exercise. Besides, they don’t know who you are.” She lightly swatted his bottom, “and if they do see, they’ll just think you look cute.”
Nolan blushed red, and stopped arguing. Hopefully they could get out as quickly as possible. They entered the shop, and soon came out with beef jerky, granola bars, and juice for both of the boys. The items were placed in the back seat, and Nolan was buckled back into his car-seat.
“We’ll be back in a second,” his mom told him. She went back into the store with Harry, leaving Nolan with no explanation. He sat in silence, contemplating his state. How long will this trip be, and will he really have to actually use his diaper? He just wanted it to be over, so he could forget the embarrassment.
The two soon returned, but they didn’t have anything new on them. “Where were you?” Nolan asked.
“The bathroom,” Harry replied with a large grin, showing off his big boy privileges. Their mother took her seat and they were on their way, as Nolan began to argue.
“Why did you put me in the car if you were going to the bathroom? What if I had to go?”
His mom was growing irritated, “I’m tired of your whining, Nolan. Your brother’s not wearing a diaper, and he had to go. You are wearing one, so you’ve already got protection in case you have an accident.”
Nolan turned his head to the window, pouting. The thought that he would really be forced to use his diapers was humiliating, and no way was he going to let Harry see him cry.

* * *

The boys had eaten most of the snacks, and the sun was setting.
“Mom, can you please pull over somewhere?” Nolan begged, not even trying to hide his tears. “I don’t need to wear diapers, just please let me use the bathroom!”
She gave an exasperated sigh, “Nolan, calm the f… ugh. Calm down, Nolan. No one’s going to judge you for using your diaper, that’s why you’re wearing them.”
There was no point fighting his mother, or his bladder. He drooped his head forward, letting his tears fall as he released into his diaper.
“See, you needed them after all,” she said comfortingly. “It’s okay, plenty of kids have had to wear diapers over long car rides.”
Nolan gasped with shock, “I wouldn’t have needed them if you’d let me use the bathroom earlier!”
“That would have only delayed your accident, not prevented it. Trust me, there’s no getting around this.”
Nolan groaned, and Harry set his hand on Nolan’s diaper bulge. “Wow, I can feel it through your overalls,” he laughed. “These are some really big diapers, mom!”
“Nolan’s a big boy, and I wanted something absorbent. They make smaller diapers for kids his age too, you know, but I thought they might leak.”
The continuing flow of humiliating kept the padded boy crying. “Mom, it feels terrible. When can I change out of this?”
“I’ll change you soon, when it’s time for bed. I can’t stop right now,” she dismissed him. The warm moisture made him feel destroyed, like a complete baby. Not just dressed like one, as if he were being toyed with, but like an actual baby, unable to control himself. Harry gave his padding another pat before he was done enjoying the sound of Nolan’s diaper, and they returned to gazing out their windows.

* * *

The car pulled into another rest stop. “Alright, Harry, you go change in a restroom, and I’ll change Nolan here,” she offered. Harry got his pajamas and a pull-up out of the trunk, and went off to a nearby porta-potty. Nolan was unbuckled from his car seat, and his mother lay a towel across Harry’s and the middle seat. Nolan didn’t complain when she unbuckled his overalls, just glad that he could be let out of the clammy diaper, and set himself on the towel. His mom removed the diaper, throwing it into a plastic bag, and began cleaning him with baby wipes. This was followed by a heavy amount of baby powder, leaving Nolan with a more distinct smell than before, and he was finally changed into another large, fresh diaper.
“Good boy. Let’s get you into your pajamas before Harry comes back.” She fetched Nolan’s pajamas from the trunk, a short pajama bathrobe, not even reaching down to Nolan’s knees. Normally he’d want to wear these, but given the circumstances, all he wanted now was to cover up his padding.
“Can’t I just sleep in my overalls?” he asked nervously, “I don’t want Harry to see my diaper.”
“He already knows you’re wearing them, and you know he’s wearing a pull-up. You’re pretty much the same now, stop worrying. Lift your arms.” She pulled off his t-shirt, and dressed him in the bathrobe as Harry made his way back.
Harry, wearing blue pull-ups only slightly poking out of his thermal pajamas, yawned and took in Nolan’s appearance. “I bet it’ll be easier to check him with that on. The overalls did a pretty good job of hiding them.” He reached and felt the underside of Nolan’s diaper, who stood nervously, afraid to retaliate.
“I’ll keep that in mind when you two wake up. Come on, it’s time for bed!” Their mom picked Nolan up, despite him being right next to the car, and she carried him to the side with his car-seat. She buckled him in, and with one of the belts running between Nolan’s legs, it became impossible to hide his diaper. Harry, who was now lying down in the two seats beside him, sat up to see, and found Nolan’s further humiliation even more humorous.
Harry pulled at his own peeking pull-ups, displaying the blue waistband to Nolan, “only big boys get to wear these to bed,” he teased, obviously recognizing the ironic humor in his words.
“I’m not going to be in these forever,” Nolan argued, trying to convince himself as much as his brother, “when we get to our new home, I’ll be wearing regular underwear again, and you’ll still be stuck in those at night.”
Harry stuck his tongue out, “at least I don’t wet when I’m awake.”

* * *

Nolan woke up in the middle of the night, his bladder begging for release. Of course, his body was still used to having full control, he couldn’t just wet himself without realizing. Not yet, anyway. Nolan let out a sigh, knowing he’d have to willingly let go if he wanted to get back to sleep. It’s not like he’d be able to use the bathroom if he held it in. He tensed his body, and urinated into the diaper. Once again disgraced, he buried his face in his hands, hoping not to wake anyone as he cried. He could see the yellow-tinted diaper when he looked down, and could feel the damp warmth that had spread about his padding. He realized he’d better fall asleep soon, before the moisture became cold and clammy. He wiped his eyes, and tried to return to sleep.

* * *

Harry was getting his pull-ups inspected when Nolan woke up. Their mother was standing with the younger brother outside, and pulled down his pajama pants to take a quick peek, confirmed he was wet, and sent the boy off to change into appropriate day-wear. Their mom turned to the car, and noticed Nolan stirring.
“Ready for your change?” she offered, opening Nolan’s door. She gripped the underside of the diaper, as Harry had done before. “Good boy. Aren’t you glad you have the diaper now?” She carried Nolan over to Harry’s side of the car, so she could lie him down as she had before.
Unlike during the last change, the day was now bright, and Nolan concerned himself with the thought of any passerby seeing him in his new underwear. These thoughts were interrupted as the baby wipes made contact, and Nolan tried to blank his mind as he was cleaned, powdered, and finally secured in another diaper.
Harry was on his way back as his mom stood Nolan up, and dressed him in a blue t-shirt. She picked him up to carry him back to his car-seat, and Harry asked the big question first: “no pants this time?”
“No,” their mom responded, “after seeing how easy it was to check and change him with his pajamas on, I think it’s best if the diaper remains in view.”
“But mom, everyone can see it!” Nolan complained, and he was immediately shushed.
“You need to stop blowing this out of proportion,” she explained, “they’re just diapers. Plenty of kids need them for long rides, and you’re only wearing them for a short time. Nobody cares that you need diapers, but yourself.” She buckled the boy into his car-seat, “I don’t want to hear one more peep on the subject for the rest of the ride, got it?”
Nolan gave a little nod, and went to sulking as the family drove off again.

* * *

The group soon stopped by a fast food rest stop. “Alright Nolan, we’ll be back in a second,” his mom told him, as she headed inside with Harry. He knew what they were doing, of course. His brother, who actually wets himself at night, will be using the bathroom, while he, the older brother, is stuck sitting in a car-seat.
He looked out the window at all the other kids passing in and out of the stop, hoping to see that his mother hadn’t lied, and that maybe other kids really did have to wear diapers on long rides too, but he couldn’t spot a thing. To make things even better for them, they were all allowed to wear pants (lucky!), a privilege that Nolan no longer had. He continued eyeing for diaper peeks until Harry and his mom returned with food.
His mom handed him a baggie of apple slices. “I got you a healthy snack,” she said, as Harry helped himself to a burger and fries.
“Is there anything else for me?” Nolan asked, worried that delicious food was another privilege he was losing.
“Just say thank you and eat the apples,” his mom confirmed his worries. “There’s nothing wrong with eating healthy.”
Nolan thanked his mother to avoid any punishments, and settled with the fruit. Harry downed a handful of french fries, and threw his brother a taunting grin.
“Don’t worry,” he teased, patting his brother’s thick padding again, “you said so yourself; you’ll be back in your big boy undies in no time.”

* * *

A couple hours after all the food was gone, Nolan felt the urge to use the bathroom once more. He knew not to ask to pull over, but as if fortune had finally chosen to favor him, his mom pulled over by a gas station.
“Alright, I need to use the restroom. Do you need to go, Harry?” she offered.
“Um, mom…?” Nolan began to propose, “since we’re here, could I visit the bathroom?”
His mom grew agitated with him, “Nolan, you’re going to stop this. Harry, let’s go.” Her face grew red as she resisted the urge to snap, and the two marched inside.
Nolan was nearly content with putting up a good effort, and began to wet himself, but when they returned from the bathroom, his mother took her place in the driver’s seat, and turned around and faced him with a pacifier.
“Nolan, I’m sick of hearing your whining. Sometimes you don’t get what you want, that’s life.” She held the pacifier to Nolan, offering him to take it, “I want you sucking on this from now on, and you are to never take it out. If I need to speak to you, I’ll remove it myself.” Nolan didn’t respond, and only stared at her. “Harry, help your brother with his pacifier,” she handed the younger child the sucker.
Harry took pride in his new responsibility, and knelt beside Nolan’s car-seat. “Okay, open your mouth, baby brother,” he said, holding the pacifier up to the older boy’s lips. “Mommy had to pay for this, you don’t want to disappoint her.”
Nolan was bursting red, trying not to cry, not to show his little brother that he was the one in charge now, but he relented, and parted his lips. The pacifier was pushed inside, and his mom turned back to pat his padding. “Ooh, someone’s wet! Good boy. Remember not to take that out,” she repeated, and once again they were on the road.

* * *

Nolan didn’t speak for the whole day, and even when he was (finally) changed before bed, his pacifier was never removed, so he still didn’t speak. He didn’t complain, he just let his mother buckle him back into the seat. His appearance had been further degraded, as tonight he wasn’t even permitted pajamas; all he had was his diaper.
When Harry returned to the car with his nightwear on, he broke into laughter. There Nolan was: elev-- no, twelve years old now, wearing nothing but a diaper, sitting in a car-seat, and sucking on a pacifier.
“Mom, he’s so cute, Nolan looks just like a baby!” Harry announced with glee. He clambered into the car and stood to drop his pants, revealing his blue camouflage pull-ups. “Maybe when we get to our new home you can start wearing these at night,” he turned away, “can he, mom?”
“If Nolan isn’t having any trouble, he won’t be needing any pull-ups,” she said, mostly addressing Nolan. “Maybe on the next long ride.”
Well that’s just fantastic. Does this mean he’ll have to go through this all again someday? Nolan frowned and turned away.

* * *

On the evening of the third day, the family finally arrived at their new home. Nolan had been sitting in nothing but his latest wet diaper for the past two hours, and was excited to finally never have to wear one ever again. They pulled into the garage, and Nolan was removed from the car and carried, still in nothing but his wet diaper and sucking on a pacifier, into the home.
“Aw, is it time for him to stop wearing diapers?” Harry complained. He’d been thoroughly enjoying his brother’s humiliating situation.
“Nolan’s been in this wet diaper for hours, I think we can all agree it’s time for him to get changed.” Nolan wholly agreed with his mother, and he smiled as he began remembering what regular briefs felt like.
Harry watched as their mother lay Nolan down on a towel placed on the ground, and both boys had their full attention on the removal of the diaper, if for completely different reasons. Nolan removed his pacifier and looked up at his mother, “I can talk now, right?”
His legs were lifted up, and his eyes widened as he felt another diaper placed beneath him. Harry squealed with glee, “thank you mom, thank you!” as the padding was fastened around Nolan’s frame.
Nolan was already crying. “Mom, please, I don’t need diapers! We’re home now, I only needed them for the ride!” He tried to remove the tabs himself, and his mother had to restrain his arms.
“Harry, give him his pacifier, somebody’s having a fit,” she ordered. Harry eagerly popped the pacifier back in Nolan’s mouth, hot tears steaming down the older boy’s face. Their mother addressed her padded son, “you’ve proven just how much you really need those diapers, Nolan.”
No, no, this wasn’t fair. He didn’t need diapers! If he could only use the restroom, he wouldn’t need diapers, no, this isn’t fair! Nolan tried to spit out the pacifier, but his mom caught it before it could leave his lips.
“If you don’t stop this tantrum, it’s nothing but baby food for the next week,” she warned him. “Your life is no different than it was before, we’re just going to be keeping your accidents in check.” What accidents? The accidents from the car ride? That’s not fair, he wasn’t allowed to use the bathroom! He buried his face in his mother’s chest, and Harry grabbed at his diaper.
“I’m glad you’re not wearing pull-ups.”