I had to wear nappies at a restaurant.

[ipoopedmynappy]

One day I was walking through the supermarket with my mother and we took a detour down the Baby aisle. I was confuse when my mother turned down row 27 at the supermarket because I am only child so the closes thing that we have as a baby in our family is my second cousin who has just graduated from Pull-up pants about a month ago I was even more confused when mum stop at the nappy section and began going through the brands. It did not occur to me that mum was looking for nappies for me!
“Sweetie you will need to wear a nappy when we go on that family day out to the pub , I think these one will fit you, what do you think?” Asked mum while holding in her left arm what looked like super large Pampers. I almost passed out after hearing mum say that. After only getting a blank stare as a response, mum suggested, “we should try some of these on in the bathroom”. Mum then put serval packs of nappies in the shopping cart and headed to the customer toilets located near the reception. “Excuse me do you mind if we try on some nappies in the bathroom”, blurted out mum in the direction of the nearest employee. “Only if you make a deposited of £50 “, a pair of them they called back with a confused look on both of their faces. Mummy tap her Barclays card on the silver card reader as soon as she spotted the £50 symbol pop up and dragged me into the bathroom.
Once we were in the customer bathroom, mum drag me into the baby changing unit located left just after the bathroom entrance. The baby changing room had a horrible environment because it reeked of dirty diapers. It also had clearly not received any maintenance in a long time due to the fact that what little wallpaper the room had was crusty and could easily be peeled off. Hole and dents could be found just above the skirting board which showed off the room’s age and it’s neglect. Ignoring all of this mum, pulled be along the floor as I was kicking and crying at this point toward the plastic baby changer at the end of the room.
Mother pulled down my underwear and opened up a pack of Tena diapers. She then undid my shoelaces so that she could get my underwear and trouser off my body which would make it easier for her to put a nappy on me. Seeing no point in trying to put up a fight, I let mum tape the nappy onto me. Once the nappy was taped around my backside, mum began patting down my bottom and crotch. This was to make sure that the nappy fits me and that it would hold everything if I have an accident because there is nothing worse than having a leaky nappy. Once mother was happy that the nappy fitted me, she took it of me and started to try the after brands of nappies on me.
We were in the changing room for a good hour. Fortunately mum never made me do you know what in the nappies. She just put them on me, checked the slack at the leg holes/waistband and compared it’s size to my underwear/other nappies. Mother was satisfied with the Tena nappies so we put the other pack back on the shelf, paid of the Tena nappies and left the store. The whole time I was trying not to make eye-contact with anyone.
The family trip to the restaurant was still another two weeks away so by the time family trip came around, I had forgotten all about the nappies I had to wear. “Sweetie it’s time for you to be diapered”, called out mum while holding a bright white Tene nappy. I passed out briefly when I heard this. Once I had regained my sense, mother was in my room waving the nappy in front of my face as I slumped on a wooden stool. There was no time for me to run. There was no time for me to hide. There was only time to follow mum into the bathroom to be diapered.
Once we were in the bathroom, mum diapered me in the same way as she did in the dirty Lidl bathroom. The only thing she did differently this time was that she sprinkled some Baby powder (talcum powder) over my pussy and bottom. “This it to stop you getting nappy rash because I am excepting that you are going to be pooping in this”, called out mum as she placed the Baby powder bottle on the toilet seat. The through of pooing in my pants let alone in a nappy made me shiver with fear.
Mum put my trouser back on me and we both headed towards the car. I had to waddle their because I had never walked around while a nappy since I was a toddler. All the padding around my bottom forced my legs apart thus meaning I could not stand straight let alone walk. The car ride was nothing exciting just a thirty minutes country lane trip. I regrated drinking the squash mother offered me due to fact that I was thinking about not being rude and not that would it make me need to pee because squash goes straight to my bladder.
The restaurant was just a typical country pub. We met up with the extended family at the front porch and began chatting. While the grownups sat around the outside table, I went to play football with my cousins in the pub’s park while we waited for our food. I played in goal so that I would not have to move around too much which would mean that my cousins would not see me waddling thus meaning they would not realise I am wearing a nappy.
My bladder was filling up with the squash I had earlier and a glass of water I had at the table. “Children, lunch is ready”, called out my auntie. “I will just pop to the toilet quickly”, answered one of my cousins who was three years younger than me. Just as I went to follow him my mum stop me and asked, “Where are you going?”. “To the toilet”, I automatically responded. “I pay £70 for you nappies and you chose to pee in the toilet”, screamed mum. After hearing this all of my cousins burst out laughing.
I held my pee for as long as I could but that was no more than fifteen minutes. Soon a warm stream of golden wee came squirting out of my willy. This caused my bottom to sag because the nappies was swelling up with all the urine. Mother knew what had happened so she loudly whispered into my ear, “have you done wee-wee?”. I got through strange looks from some eavesdroppers that were sitting directly behind us. I gave mum a thumbs up gesture instead of a verbal response so that I would not attracted any attention.
After mum knew that I wet my nappy, nothing much happened until it came time for desert time. This was because I had to poo. “Mummy can I please go poo in the toilet”, I winched. “Until you find job to pay me £70 you will be doing your poopies in your nappy”, stated mum. “Excuse me, did you just tell your pre-teen child to poo in a diaper in a public pub”, scolded a middle age women with dark hair and four children. “Yes I did because little Charlie has may food allergies which causes diarrhoea and the bathroom here are awful so to save Charlie from the awful experience of using them means soiling a diaper is the best solution”, blurted Mum. The other women turned around with a look of disgust on her face.
I did not poo myself after this instead I tried to hold it. Unfortunately, one can you hold it for so long. “Charlie what is wetter your underwear or the Pacific ocean”, giggle my cousin Jack who was on my father’s side and was 2 and 3 quarters years younger than me. “Not funny”, yelled my dad. Hearing his uncle shout at him made Jack shut up temporarily. I acutely wished Jack would continue to make fun of me because it took my mind of the growing pain in my stomach that screamed. “defecated now”.
Soon it was too much, I had to poo. When my cousins where looking the other way, I slide off my seat into a crouching position on the floor. I then let all hell break lose. Gallons of diarrhoea came squirting out of my butthole while urine only dripped out of my willy because I had soak my nappy less than an hour ago. I was in agony with stomach cramps from pushing chunky diarrhoea out of my system. The diarrhoea was too explosive for the nappy. Soon droplets of poo began to seep out of the leg holes of the Tena which gave me an awful fright because I did not know how to deal with diaper blowouts. I started to draw a lot of attention to myself with my mother being the person to know what was happening.
“Oh Charlie”, she moaned while looking down on me. After mother said this my cousins turned their heads to face me. It only took them a split second to figure out what was going on. Then they started to scream with laughter. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”, they snorted. Their laughing was far too loud for the pub so a waiter came over to tell us to keep it down or get out. “Could you be quiet or leave. Wait what is that smell?” Demand a waiter who was wearing a nicely ironed uniform and had a look of disgust on her face which seemed to appear automatically as she approached our table. “I do apologies but my child need a nappy change and some people found it funny”, apologised my mum while giving me a dirty look. “I think I will leave now”, she fumed at me.
Mother grabbed my hand and dragged me to the car. The poopies in my nappy didn’t like this so they started to slide out the nappy’s leg hole, down my legs and into my sock or on to the tarmac pathway. It felt sticky and gooey as my nappy leaked down my legs. We were getting started at my everyone at the pub as we waddled in my case and marched in my mother’s case towards the carpark via the main entrance/exit.
Once we got to our car, mum yanked my trouser down and chucked them in a plastic bag. They had been contaminated with liquid faeces so they need to be binned. Next she took my nappy off and obviously binned it. Then she began wiping my bottom which was rather embarrassing and painful because she wiped so hard my buttock became as red as a rose. Once my bottom was clean, she put another nappy on me without any baby powder because she forgot it. Since she had to throw away my trousers I did not have anything to wear over my nappy. This meant I had to walk back to the table in just a nappy and a t-shirt.
I stared at the floor as I stumble to my chair at the pub. I noticed that I had left a trail of poop puddles from when mum dragged me out of the pub to change my nappy as I stumbled along. When I got back to the table I was still not brave enough to face the music. My cousins were gorging themselves on deserts so they did not make any offensive comment. My aunt had order make a slice of double chocolate mint cake but I was to miserable to eat it so my cousins did that for me.
While my parents and older relatives where sipping coffees, Elly my second cousin I briefly mention in the first paragraph blurted out, “Why is big cousin Charlie wearing a nappy like a baby”. This statement caused some of my cousins to throw up with laughter all over the dinner cloth. “I beg your pardon miss Elliot”, fumed my auntie with both of her hand placed sternly on her hips. “He is wearing a nappy for incontinence so it is not a laughing matter”, stated Elly’s mother crossly. Hearing her mother tell her off made Elly shut up pretty quickly.
After desert the adult split the bill between them and we head home. My tummy started to hurt and I did not want to soil myself like a baby again so I jogged to the car so we could back quicker. Unfortunately, mother had other plans, she gossiped with her sisters for eons. This left me with no choice but to us my diaper.
Once wee got back to the car she yelled, “Charlie have you shat yourself again?” I weakly replied, “yes”. “We will deal with it when we get home”, stated my mother. I then had to spend a three hour car ride in a poopy nappy which cause ne to get a blistery violet nappy rash.