The Metamorphosis (01-14-2024) -- (Author) giaci9

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Author: giaci9
Timestamp: Feb 9, 2023 at 11:34 PM
Content: Hi, all! This is my first post here. I've originally written this story in german (as this is my native language) but figured I could probably better up my english by translating it and publishing it here as well. Actually, the contributer's role is what finally made me do it.
Please let me know how the (machine aided, but hand-corrected) translation works for you and if you would like me to continue translating this story. Of course, please also let me know if I'm doing something wrong, both in english language and in story telling mechanics!

The Metamorphosis

It's the summer of 2019 in a small town somewhere in the middle of germany: sunscreen, public swimming pools and heat. That's probably a one way to sum up the beginning of twelve-year-old Finn's summer vacation. But that wasn't what would change everything in the otherwise cool and independent still-sixth-grader's life during this vacation. Finn, who has had an affection for diapers his entire life, had come up with a plan to get his hands on those white crackle things again. Not by orderin them on amazon but as it had been written in countless clichéd diaper stories so far: by starting to wet his bed on purpose.

If Finn's life were a stage, then in the summer of 2019 the curtains were probably just closing to seal the end of the first act, his childhood. The second part was waiting in the wings, everyone was getting ready: Finn's teenage years. But the main character of the first act had changed his mind: Nothing was over yet!

Ep. 1: Day One: What once was lost ...

"Fire!" shouted Paul in alarm, making Finn chuckle slightly when he pushed one of the big red plastic fire engines towards the plastic knight's castle with a rather loud, imitation siren-sound. Relatively quickly, Finn had given up his markedly disinterested I'm-too-cool-and-too-old-for-this attitude towards five-year-old Paul and, after first standing helplessly in the latter's nursery and, to his own surprise, enviously gazing at his piles of toys, knelt down next to him on the soft car carpet and started to play along. Finn grabbed the small command vehicle from the fire station, carefully put two firefighters in it, hurriedly pushed it behind Paul's turntable ladder and enlightened the little boy: "That's the command vehicle, it has to go first!"

Finn hesitated for a moment and then imitated the siren sounds himself. Far too embarrassing, actually, but hey, he was kind of babysitting the five-year-old right now. At least in his opinion. And there was no one he had to be embarrassed in front of anyway.

"Well, are you playing nicely?" Finn's and Paul's mother asked out of nowhere, almost in sync, causing Finn to turn around frantically and jump up, smoothing his shirt back down and glancing nervously at his mother. They had already been standing quietly in the doorway for a few minutes, watching in amusement as twelve-year-old Finn, who was usually extremely careful to be as cool as possible in his every situation, had first hesitantly knelt down next to Paul on the floor and gradually started to play along with him. Now he was standing in the room again, trying in vain to appear to the two adults again as if he were a cool teenager who, after all, had only been babysitting the kindergartner. "Uh, yeah, I was just ... I was just explaining to him that the squad car has to go in front of the turntable ladder!" he brought out, decidedly bored, and realized, as soon as those words had left his mouth, that that must have been the most embarrassing excuse in the history of all embarrassing excuses. "Of course, buddy ..." his mother said, still ecstatic, as she tousled Finn's hair. "Mooooooom!" he promptly complained, routinely brushing his hair back to the side as it should be with his left hand.

"Well Pauli, are you having fun?" first Paul's mother, then his mother too, turned to the little boy who had meanwhile just kept playing. Paul nodded happily and grinned from ear to ear. "Are you thirsty?" asked his mother and almost simultaneously Finn's mother, "Do you want some apples?" Paul didn't even catch up with nodding. The two women looked at the little boy in delight and Finn watched the scene in confusion. "What does your Pampers look like, honey-bear?" asked Paul's mother almost as ecstatically as she had just asked her little wish child if he was thirsty.

Instead of waiting even a second for an answer, she unceremoniously lifted the five-year-old up, abruptly pulled him out of his play and grabbed his thick diaper bottom: "Ohhhh, you've really peed a lot again," she noted, lifting up Paul's T-shirt and pulling the recognizably wet diaper outward against his back while the five-year-old stood passively next to Finn and looked down at the Playmobil vehicles. "Do you think we should change you?" she asked Paul still in an over-friendly tone while Finn looked fascinated at the five-year-old next to him. At most a head shorter than him, the boy was still allowed to wear diapers. The attention of all present turned only around Paul, only he himself cared more about his toys. Finn's mother stroked Paul's hair and asked just as happily: "Shall we change you, Pauli? You're soaking wet down there!"

Paul was beginning to understand what the two women circling him wanted from him: "No!" he shouted and shook his head vigorously. Finn looked at him, spellbound. Right decision, he grinned. When Finn still wore diapers, he never wanted to get rid of them either, it was much too nice when it was wet and warm down there. But what did he have to decide back then? Anyway, diapers, those were the days, he thought wistfully as he looked at the carefully stacked diapers on Paul's changing table. He didn't have to fear that his mother would take notice. Finn could have done a flossdance or a handstand and gone unnoticed, it was all about Paul right now. Only around Paul.

"Oh, Pauli, don't you mean ..." his mother asked again, but Paul insisted, "No, don't change now!" Finn now expected from his own experience that Paul's wish would be studiously ignored by the two adults. "Well, if you say so," said his mother and tickled the five-year-old's hair before giving him another muffled slap on his diaper bottom and disappearing into the hallway along with Finn's mother and the words, "We'll make you some apples, honey-bear!"

Hey, he wanted apples too, Finn thought, half offended, half amused. After staring holes in the room for a moment as he pondered the behavior of the two mothers, he knelt down next to the little boy again and joined in on his knight castle firefighting game.

Finn was fascinated by diapers. Always had been. Even when he had worn them himself, in fact, he never wanted to get rid of them. Was unfortunately not his decision, instead his parents had gotten him dry and clean relatively quickly and successfully, but thus had no influence on his diaper passion. The possibility to just go in your pants if you have to pee. Even in kindergarten he would have liked to swap places with the kids who regularly wet their pants because they didn't want to interrupt their play, but of corse he found it too embarrassing to actually do. And now he had met Paul, the five-year-old son of Antonia, his mother's best friend. She had just moved back home from northern part of the country with her family, and Paul was a five-year-old who still wore diapers like it was the most normal thing in the world. "Because of all the stress of moving and somehow we haven't really gotten around to it yet," Antonia had succinctly tried to defend herself when Finn's mother had noticed the kindergartener's diaper. "Oh, he's still got time," his mother had said quickly, and was already infatuated with her best friend's son and had spent half the time they had been here today looking and caring after Paul. Usually, she complained how she had so little time now that she had her full-time job again because Finn was such an independent big boy by now. At least that's what she had told him. Yes, Finn was envious. He wanted to be like Paul, who was having a lot of fun with his numerous fire engines and whose obviously very wet diaper was bulging in his jeans, pressing past the middle seam and bulging out his bottom. Why was Paul still allowed to wear diapers at five and Finn not?

While Finn was thinking all sorts of thoughts, the five-year-old suddenly stopped, frozen in mid-motion. Finn already knew this by now, Paul just peed in his diaper, didn't even try to hide it. Shortly after, he squeezed his legs together briefly and then just kept playing. "We have to get up there!", Finn played along and pointed to the big tower of the black-green plastic castle and pushed the turntable ladder into position while Paul cranked it up. Somehow it was really fun, especially with the huge amount of toys waiting in Paul's room.

A little later Finn was almost as chaugt up in the game as little Paul, before the two were interrupted again by their mothers. This time, however, only for the promised snack of sliced apples and apple juice. Only at this sight, the two children realized that they were both quite thirsty and apettite. Soon the glasses were empty, the apples gone, and Antonia enjoyed being able to have a quiet conversation with Finn's mother in the living room.

The firefighting at the knight's castle dragged on for several hours, with more and more fire engines being set up by the two of them, hoses being laid, firefighters being fitted with breathing masks, and police cars being ordered to the scene to cordon off the area. When Antonia realized at some point, startled, that they really should check on the children again, they found the two of them quietly and animatedly playing in the midst of Playmobil. Paul had pooped his Pampers, you could smell it immediately.

Already half an hour ago, but only Paul and Finn knew that. When the five-year-old got up to get the police helicopter from the other corner of the room, he hadn't even straightened up properly when he groaned briefly, clenched his hands into fists and slowly squatted again while pressing. Finn watched spellbound as Paul's diaper bottom continued to bulge while his big business pushed into his pampers and as Paul, just having finished, stood back up, pressed his right hand against his bottom and felt what he had just done. Then both boys acted as if they had agreed, as if nothing had happened. For more than an hour.

It stank slightly, but Finn didn't mind. Instead, they just kept playing and making friends. Finn told Paul a lot about firefighting and police, after all he had been very interested in it himself in the past: "This is the rescue truck, it mainly brings the tools that the firefighters need, for example when they want to rescue people from cars", he introduced one of the signal red trucks and pushed up the small mini roller shutter that was placed in front of the Playmobil tools to present the same. "What's that?" asked Paul, pointing to one of the tools. In general, Paul was really good at asking questions, he did practically nothing but pester Finn with questions. First to the fire trucks and then finally, when he ran out of questions there, to Finn himself: "Are you going to school already?", Paul asked with interest, meanwhile extending and retracting the turntable ladder again and again. "Yes," Finn answered quickly.

"Do you learn anything about the fire department?", Paul then asked with interest and looked at Finn, sitting cross-legged in front of him with wide eyes. Finn wondered if the boy would eventually run out of questions. He didn't. "No, unfortunately, I didn't learn about fire fighting at school. Not yet, anyway. Might come!" he replied. "How old are you, then?" asked Paul, not giving Finn's answer much thought. Did it make any difference at all what Finn said, or was Paul just trying to annoy him with his questions? Wait, what had the little stinker asked just now? How old Finn was? Finn hesitated.

Twelve years old, he usually insisted energetically. Even the other day, when he wanted to buy Fortnite Battle Royale at the local big electronics retailer and, although he showed his student ID, the cashier didn't believe he was already twelve. Finn was really small for his age, 1.37 meters short, relatively thin and had soft facial features, if anyone estimated his age, then he was usually off by at least two years and was then usually immediately pointed out by Finn that he was "already twelve years old"!

And that even though Finn made sure to wear youthful clothes. A nice grey-light blue Supreme Tshirt with neon blue hood and a Tech Stretch Skinnyjeans with h, in addition its elaborately to the side combed shining brown hair, one must've been able to see that he was no ten or nine year old! At least that's what Finn thought. But when little Paul asked him how old he was, this boy with whom he had just spent two hours immersed in the an universe of toy cars and plastic firefighters, he was overcome for the first time with the desire to answer this question with something other than his actual age. "I'm already eight!" he said with conviction, just as an eight-year-old would say. It was just fitting, an eight-year-old playing with a five-year-old with the coolest Playmobil collection in the world. A remarkable contrast to how he had complained this morning that he was definitely too old to come along with his mother to Antonia and her family today, who would surely be totally uncool and how he would much rather play Battlefield instead. And besides, he wanted to meet with Luca this afternoon! Both had been taken care of, Finn had just landed in another world, where it was not important to be as adult as possible, rather in a fifteen-square-meter nursery world in which one did not have to worry about anything and in which it was only important to have fun. "Wow, you're big!", Paul nevertheless noted, impressed. Finn wondered what he would have said if Finn had told him he was already twelve. He would probably never know.

"Oh, someone has a full diaper, could it be? Pooh!" joked Finn's mother, and Antonia lifted her son, this time without asking him first, directly onto the large changing table and set him down on its edge. "Wait, I'll help you!" said Finn's mother, willingly standing next to Antonia while Finn hurriedly slipped out of the room as Paul's diaper was opened. It stank too much now, but didn't seem to impress the two women. Finn, meanwhile, stood in the bright hallway and pulled out his smartphone for the first time in many hours to answer all the messages that had come in in the meantime. "Grand operations tonight?" asked Luca. "Boy, it's like 25 degrees or something, let's go swimming," was Finn's reply. Luca always thought just about playing video games, but there was really plenty of time for that during summer vacation. After a short swipe to his message overview, a total of fifty-eight group messages awaited him. Their friend group had been discussing the same thing he and Luca had just been discussing: pool or gambling. Anyhow, they decived to go to the pool some hours ago.

Annoyed, Finn routinely slid his phone back into his pocket and looked through the half-open door at the changing table. The two mothers had their backs turned to him, Paul was looking at the ceiling, and so once again no one noticed him. Paul's full diaper had already been disposed of and Antonia was just unfolding a new diaper for Paul. There it was, shiny white, with green-blue accents, soft and fluffy. Big enough that it would probably fit him as well. Less than four feet from him. Pampers Babydry size 7, Finn was pretty sure. The newly introduced largest diaper size, only slightly larger than the old size 6+, but still definitely large enough to reasonably fit Finn as well. That was the first thought he had when he walked into Paul's nursery today. The second thought was "take it with you!", the third one was "how?".

If he had his backpack with him, that would have been the obvious and easiest method, but it was under his desk at home, where else would it be? The only, at least halfway realistic variant he had found was to put on the diaper. Just quickly sneak into the bathroom, put the diaper on under his pants and then smuggle it home that way, he had thought it through.

But how had his father explained it to him just recently? Risk is defined as the probability of occurrence for an event times the potential harm. The probability of occurrence, though it was somewhat difficult to assess, was neither particularly low nor particularly high.

At least on Paul, the diaper was not to be overlooked, and not only because of how full it happened to be, but also because it was sticking out of the top of his pants, which could also happen to him. But the damage was much more serious. How could he explain to his mother why he had suddenly put on one of Paul's diapers? He couldn't think of any excuse, it was impossible. Even his incredible talent for excuses couldn't help him. As a result, the risk was too high. And the diapers were only a few meters away from him, but still out of reach. Then rather buy some in a supermarket further away. Although he had often researched online for suitable supermarkets and their product range and had come close several times, he had never dared to do that either. Unreachable.

Instead, Finn now stood nervously in the bright hallway, glanced once through the large windows into the front yard, then quickly turned around and looked back into Paul's chaotic and at the same time so familiar-comfortable-looking nursery. Distracted, he reached for his smartphone again and checked his messages another time - still all irrelevant, but he felt he had to escape this childrens world now. He was already twelve, after all. But he didn't want to! Careful not to look nervous, he flipped his phone around restlessly in his right hand, the way people used to do with Fidget spinners, and leaned casually against the sill of the window behind him. "Paul," was emblazoned in large, colorful wooden letters on the dark wooden door outside his bedroom. Pretty obvious. There had to be a law somewhere that children always had their names stuck to their door in big wooden letters, especially children who couldn't read themselves yet, he grinned. He himself had torn down the "FINN" lettering with his own hands during the last renovation project not quite a year ago, he thought it was too childish and colorful even then. Instead, he had started decorating his door with all kinds of stickers. With Apple, Nike, BMW and many others, many large companies had a small branch on his room door, but also greats of the music scene had pitched their tents on the two square meters of room door. Kraftklub, Rammstein but also international bands like Blink 182 and Papa Roach. Seemed much cooler than four colorful letters.

But, and Finn felt this quite clearly when he looked at Paul's room door, there was something missing without these four letters. It was hard to grasp, but for the first time he thought about whether he had perhaps given up on something too soon. No, not the attempt to explain to Leon that gaming with mouse and keyboard was simply better than with a gamepad. Nor skateboarding, he was just bad at it. His old children's room back then, with a bunk bed, a car carpet just like Paul's and all the light wooden furniture that smelled so pleasantly of this very material. On the other hand, he preferred his current room with its gaming PC and comfortable big bed, and it was really good to show off to friends. But the sight of Paul's nursery, and Finn would only realize this later, triggered a comforting, familiar feeling of security. His room had looked very much like this for most of his life. It had been different times.

"There, that was it already! It was quick, wasn't it sweetheart?", Antonia asked her son joyfully, while she lifted him down from the changing table and placed him in front of it. Not a fraction of a second passed before Paul turned back to the Playmobil pile while Finn was still standing in the hallway, moving slowly and hesitantly back into the nursery. "I'll watch out for Paul some more time!" he replied to his mother's look without being asked, and couldn't help smiling. "See, I told you it wouldn't be that bad!" his mother responded, making Finn grumble a bit both inside and out. But she was right, it really hadn't gotten that bad: "We'll be leaving in an hour, too, and then you'll be rid of your annoying old mother again!" she said, laughing in her friend's direction and hugging Finn at the same time. Finally she had noticed that he was still there, Finn thought relieved and hugged his mother back. Only briefly, though, because Antonia was already standing in the doorway: "Oh yes, I really have to show you what Pauli made for me in kindergarten before the summer vacations!"

And off they went. All that was left was the sound of Paul's engine and Finn's feet as he slowly walked past the changing table, his gaze briefly glued to it, and finally he stood rooted to the spot between the changing table and the knight's castle. Decision paralysis. Finn had to go to the bathroom. Definitely nothing dramatic, because Finn had to go to the toilet comparatively often for his age, at least once every night and more often during the day. But it was definitely not a problem, he had gotten used to it. But now he stood there, in the middle of the room of this kindergartener and in his brain flashed the thought, simply not to go to the toilet. Yet. He could do that later! Instead, he knelt down next to Paul and clearly felt how he had to go relatively urgently. His bladder was pressing and sending signals to his brain: "Level reached! To the bathroom now!". Finn's heart pounded as he pressed a hand between against his crotch . As little children are known to do when they urgently need to go to the toilet, but when it was more important to them to continue playing than to lose a few minutes by going to the toilet sooner or later. This was definitely not necessary for Finn right now, but he just thought it was part of the game. An eight year old who was engrossed in playing with Playmobil and more or less desperately tried to postpone going to the toilet. He didn't bother to ask himself why the hell he was doing that right now.

"The knight is hurt! We need an ambulance," Paul said meanwhile, dropping several Playmobil knights into the much too small plastic castle made more for small tin soldiers, turning on the flashing light on the ambulance and rolling it in front of the castle. No wonder the knights are injured when they are dropped several feet above the ground by a giant, Finn joked quietly to himself while Paul let the paramedics out and pushed them toward the castle.

"Stop!" said one of the policemen, or rather Finn, disguising his voice in a way that actually made you burst out laughing, "They can't go up into the castle, there's still fire raging! It's way too dangerous for them, we'll send a fire crew up and bring them down the injured!"

"All right, thank you!" the paramedic replied after a brief pause for understanding. Man, the training standards for EMTs are getting lower and lower, Finn joked with himself again. If he could come up with jokes as good as this while gaming, he'd be a top twitc streamer, he grinned.

The twelve-year-old, one hand still pressed between his legs, leaned over to the aerial ladder standing next to Paul and lowered its basket to the ground: "We're doing this with the ladder, chief!", Finn had the one firefighter say to his squad leader, and Paul watched the knight rescue in high anticipation. The turntable ladder went up, complete with hose, syringe, and two firefighters, and shortly thereafter was already transporting the first knight down. Finn squeezed his legs together a little more.

"Do you have to go wee-wee?" Paul suddenly asked, although he really should have been playing the paramedic now. Finn shook his head hurriedly. First rule when you have to go to the bathroom urgently: Never admit that you have to go to the bathroom urgently! Because, that's how it is. In response, Paul just grinned knowingly. Of course, he was a five-year-old and not a complete idiot, and therefore he thought he knew exactly what Finn was doing. Even if not from his own experience, Finn thought, while saying some nonsense, handing over the first knight with fall trauma to the Playmobil paramedics. And shortly after, the second. And the third. Time passed, and Finn's mind was less and less on the task at hand. His bladder was tingling, his heart was pounding, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd held in this long. He was already careful not to tilt his upper body too far forward, lest the sensation became too strong. Anyway, what was that strange feeling? It made one quite jittery, but actually did not hurt at all. Recurring like a knock, it transmitted "overfill, overfill!" faster and faster. Finn imagined that there was a small dam control room in his body with small employees who were all going crazy because the dam was threatening to overflow, but the order from above was still: "Close the hatches!" An order that obviously could only be reconciled with reality for a limited time. The little lock-keepers became more and more nervous, drumming furiously against the door of the lock management, until they changed the order: "Open the locks!" Finn simply started to pee. Kneeling down, next to Paul on his car carpet. With full intention. Immediately the whole world became wet. Finn did not think, otherwise he would have noticed what he was doing. He only felt. The wetness, the fantastic warmth and above all this incredible relief. Like when you finally get something to drink in your hands after ten kilometers of longboarding in the middle of summer. Like the last ring of the school gong on the last day of school before summer vacation. Holy Shit. Everything in Finn relaxed, he pulled away his wet left hand that was almost defiantly still pressed between his legs, and propped it up on the floor instead. Suddenly everything was silent, only the sound of a few drops of pee falling from Finn's soaked pants to the floor like the knights from Paul's hand earlier, filled the room. Slowly, the twelve-year-old's brain began to work again. His pants: completely wet. His socks, too. The carpet, too. Slowly, Finn lifted his gaze and met Paul's. He stared open-mouthed at him in equal measure of indignation and amazement. For a moment he looked Finn straight in the eye, then jumped up and ran out of the room: "Finn peed his pants," he shouted, while he ran downstairs to the living room to tell the adults.

Hey, I didn't snitch on him earlier either, Finn thought to himself at first. Then reality hit him and his next five thoughts were: Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. What had he just done?

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Author: giaci9
Timestamp: Feb 17, 2023 at 1:41 AM
Content: Thank you very much for your comment, @crazything!

I think your right, it is most definetly a theme that everybody has seen before. Maybe even one of the most standard diaper story tropes. But I made great emphasis not to overuse stereotypes and to keep the story realistic and believable, including the characters, their actions and their motivations. Your comment shows that this is visible while reading aswell and this makes me very happy!

Yeah, while double-reading the post after creation, I've stumbled ob some oddities (somewhere, there is the sentence "Luca had just been discussing: pool or gambling." - of course, the kids don't gamble, it is supposed to say "gaming" instead ... I wonder, how I overlooked that in the first places. And sometimes, I find, the sentences are quite hard to translate, for example the paragraph about the definition of risk. But as with a lot of things in life, I guess, it will get better with more experience. And already in chapter two, I think, I'm getting better with it. But thats for you all to decide!

Chapter Two however, varies a bit from the first one as it is a lot less "action" and a lot more focussed on "inner thoughts and motivations". In hindsight, I would say, it is one of the lesser great chapters of the series. I hope y'all like it nevertheless and it does not hinder you from reading on.

The Metamorphosis
Ep. 2: Day Two: En route to backwards
"See ya, Mom!" Finn shouted to his mother, dropped the front of the longboard onto the asphalt, supported himself with his right foot on the board and accelerated it with his left foot. As he rode around the first corner, he fished his smartphone out of his pocket and opened his music streaming app. Flicking his gaze back and forth between the empty suburban street and his phone several times in a row, he navigated through the menus and finally pressed "Sweet Electro Onion" in the playlist tab. For his birthday a few months ago, he had asked his parents for a Bluetooth box, but his aunt had also given him a year's subscription to the music streaming service he was now using. This opened up a whole new world for Finn and, in retrospect, turned out to be the much more important gift. Of course, music had been a part of almost everything in the twelve-year-old's life before, but now Finn spent many hours lying on his bed creating and maintaining playlists. Now he didn't have to endure commercials, but could potentially listen to any song when and wherever he wanted. There was so much different music for so many different moods and Finn was just discovering it all.
One of his favorite playlists was "Sweet Electro Onion," named in part after the sauce of the same name on Subway sandwiches. The playlist had gotten the name part "Sweet Electro", because it contained a diverse potpourri of happy sounding electro songs. Onion had only been added because well, it just fitted.

While the Bluetooth speaker in the small bag on his back started playing "Midnight Sky" by "Sol Calor", Finn let his cell phone slip back into his left pocket, straightened his bangs and concentrated on accelerating the longboard with his left foot. Pleasantly warm air blew towards him, finally it actually became clear that it was the middle of summer. He smelled the fresh asphalt of the still under construction beltway which he just drove as the absolutely only vehicle, in the middle of the four lanes. To the right, a little below him, was the small, ancient university town, and to the left, his eyes were lost in fields. He felt his cell phone vibrate, but continued to use his energy to climb the incline of the road. He began to sweat, because of the heat, but also because of the effort. The reward, however, was wonderful, as always. Finn zoomed over the bridge, which had so far only been partially paved for construction vehicles, and looked down at four kilometers of empty road that led solely downhill. Crossing-free. The music changed to "Windfall" by "TheFatRat" and Finn fished his cell phone out of his pocket to find out what it was trying to tell him: A message from Luca had arrived. "Where are you?" the question read. "15 min," Finn typed back and put the phone back. Communication could be so simple sometimes.
Yeah, for telling his best friend about an hour ago that he'd be there in half an hour, he was pretty late. He had kind of frittered away without realizing it. Had spent a lot of time lying on the grass in front of the patio, going through his "Stones" playlist. At first just like that, later he was scrolling through his Instagram timeline. At some point, he dreamily glanced at the upper right corner of the display and was startled to see how late it had become. Two minutes later, he had thrown his stuff into his backpack and sped off on his longboard. In 15 minutes he should actually arrive at Luca.

The air whistled through his hair as he sped up. Now he had reached the steepest part of the descent, after the ring road had crossed the bridge, it dropped rapidly again to reach normal height - and the twelve-year-old now accelerated correspondingly rapidly. If his mother or any adult would see Finn racing down the road at certainly 60 kilometers per hour, the knee and wrist pads as well as the helmet, of which Finn first had convinced his mother that they were nonsense in contrast to skateboarding for longboarding, would be right back on him.

But nobody saw. Therefore, Finn now began to routinely curl across the entire lane to control his speed and laughed all over his face. When it came to definitions as a topic in school, this was the defining moment of freedom. One minute of life-threatening, fast-paced freedom.

The smell of freshly cut grass in the grassy strip between the new road and the surrounding fields crept into Finn's nose and he slowly realized that all he really wanted to do was drive on endlessly. Why not, really? Finn now had six weeks to do more or less what he wanted. The shimmering electro sounds of FatRat faded away and the music changed to "Levels" by "Avicii". Slowly the rolling noise of the small rollers became quieter, the wind no longer whistled so strongly around his ears and the landscape moved more slowly and while the steep part of the descent was now over Finn's thoughts, his mind now drifted off in a completely different direction.

A few seconds after Paul had excitedly run out of his room yesterday, Antonia and his mother came back inside, first still laughing and then, when they realized that the five-year-old hadn't been talking nonsense, mostly amazed. "Finn!" his mother said in nothing but amazement, looking down at her son squatting on the car carpet in his completely soaked pants. At most, Finn had had 45 seconds to think about how to deal with this situation after Paul had run outside, "I ... mommy..." he said, faltering slightly and staring at the small traffic circle in front of his feet. Normally, e almost never called his mom mommy, he had decided at some point that "Mom" just sounded cooler, and had only addressed his mother that way since then, "It just got wet all of a sudden!" he said quietly, still looking down at the ground. His pants were starting to get cold and Finn didn't dare move. "Oh Finny," his mother said, sitting down and kneeling on the floor by his side, "How did that happen? Is everything all right with you? Do you feel sick?" Suddenly his mother was worried about him. Finn didn't answer righzt away.
A little later, he was standing in the bathroom, tugging his wet, sticky jeans off his legs, and he was amazed. His mother wasn't upset at all. She was concerned, but what she kept repeating was only "It's not a big deal!". It's no big deal that he had peed his pants. Had no negative consequences. Except that he had to drive home, dressed only in Paul's bathrobe, but with the current temperatures that really wasn't bad. After all, no one had noticed. Just like his entire accident, no one had noticed. Well, except of course Antonia, his mother and Paul, but in Finn the thought arose that this fact was completely irrelevant for him. For Paul he was an eight-year-old anyway, in that case just an eight-year-old who had wet his pants. And for his mother he was simply her son. No one who shouldn't have witnessed it, had witnessed it. And that was the most important thought Finn had had in a long time.

Meanwhile, Finn's longboard was slowing down, and at some point Finn finally tilted his torso to the right, turned onto the bus stop bay for the new express bus line, and let the Vans sneaker on his left foot sleep lightly across the floor to come to a complete stop. Elegantly, he leaned forward and in the same motion picked up the longboard, flipping it once through the air and taking it under his right arm. He jumped up the raised curb, leaned the longboard against the corner pillar of the bus shelter, rested his lower body on the three metal grid seats of the shelter and leaned his upper body against the glass wall of the shelter. The slim twelve-year-old created a peculiar image now seen from the outside, seemingly bored, lounging at the bus stop and seeming to wait for the bus, which would not leave from here for at least a few months. But Finn was only bored on the outside, his head was working at full speed. He even completley blanked out the fact that "In the Clouds", once again by "Daxten", was playing from the Bluetooth box now.

What a wonderful feeling it had been, yesterday wetting his pants. How the pressure suddenly eased and everything became sooo nice and warm. Plus, how his mother and Antonia had handled it. Of course, in Finn's fantasy, the whole thing could have ended with him wearing one of Paul's diapers for lack of a change of clothes, but that remained wishful thinking. But still, nothing bad had happened at all. He hadn't gotten into any trouble, rather the opposite. And so Finn's dam had not only overflowed once yesterday, but had developed cracks that would last forever. The floodgate management had found that an occasional spill disaster drew the attention of higher authorities to the dam, giving more weight to the dam and its concerns. And the lock workers, for their part, had also found that the lock spill had no negative consequences and had enjoyed the ensuing spectacle.

Finn would do it again, he was sure. More. In his mind's eye, he reviewed the brief but, at least for him, extremely interesting conversation between his mother and Antonia: "Oh, is Paul still wearing diapers?" his mother had asked. Antonia's resigned-sounding answer was: "Well, that's a never-ending story. You wouldn't believe everything I've tried, but Paul just won't go to the bathroom. And when I make him, he sits there and doesn't do it and as soon as he gets up, his pants are wet!" After a quick glance at Paul playing with a big plastic truck on the living room rug next to him, she added with a grin, "Well, it'll work out sooner or later. He still has time!" His mother agreed with her, laughing.

Paul just doesn't go to the bathroom. Smart Paul, Finn secretly thought to himself as he leaned against the wall, slightly back between the two women and Paul, looking at the playing little boy with his Pampers peeking out of his pants. What was Antonia supposed to do there? A five-year-old kindergartener who isn't even left to his own devices to decide whether he needs to put on a jacket outside in cold weather ends up making such a far-reaching decision completely on his own. Apart from Paul, no one could say for sure whether he simply didn't notice when he had to go to the bathroom and that's why he always ended up going in his pants, or whether he just preferred to keep playing and peeing his pants out of convenience. Or if maybe he even liked it. As long as he didn't tell anyone, only Paul knew.

There wasn't really much left for the adults to do then. They may have had their suspicions as to why the five-year-old didn't go to the toilet, but in the end that just wasn't important. If Paul just doesn't go to the toilet, that means in case that you finally try to leave the Pampers off for once, that his pants get wet. First once, then again, continuously. So without diapers Paul quickly needed more than half a dozen pants a day and in the long run you had no choice but to put him back in diapers. If you always wet your pants, you needed diapers. Finn had already figured that out.

What he just found out was that similar to risk assessment, there were two factors that made someone like Paul, or even himself, pee his pants enough times to end up in diapers. On one side there were the disadvantages of wearing diapers. For Finn, these were huge. A cool teenager like him all of a sudden sporting a diaper like a toddler? Super mega embarrassing. For Paul, on the other hand, it didn't matter. He was a kid in diapers anyway, it wasn't a sudden big step backwards that he needed them again, he just stayed the way he was. His friends in kindergarten might have gotten dry over the last years, but they all knew him as the diapered kid, so he didn't have to mind playing with another boy with bulging, smelly Pampers, because that's just the way he was.
On the other hand, there was the advantage. What were the advantages of wearing diapers for Paul? Definitely convenience, that's all Finn could say. For him, on the other hand, he loved diapers. What he would give for them. Anything. They meant the world. So with Paul, it came down to a small disadvantage with a small advantage, and with Finn, it came down to a huge disadvantage with a huge freaking advantage, and with that, Finn wasn't willing to put up with the disadvantages for this wonderful absorbent padding between his legs as the cool twelve year old he was, but Paul was. Disadvantages outweighed advantages. Until yesterday, anyway.

Because what the soon to be seventh grader found out yesterday, compared to the five year old diaper boy, was that these disadvantages completely fell away the moment only a small group of people noticed them. For example, if only his parents and Paul, maybe his grandparents, knew that he couldn't make it to the bathroom and was therefore in diapers, then he didn't really lose anything. He had nothing to prove to them. Finn had made up his mind. He would wet the bed. The classic. He had read it himself as a diaper story often enough, wetting the bed gets you in diapers again. Now he stared through the dirty glass of the bus shelter into the forest beyond the fields, understanding for the first time that there was no reason for him not to. What would happen? Comforting words from his mother, attention, his bed would get wet, his pajama pants anyway. These were all no real disadvantages at all. That was now the plan Finn was just working out, while the playlist had surely played eight songs in the meantime. He would now wet the bed. Every night. No more getting up at night, that pretty much sucked anyway. Out of the warm bed and running to the toilet. Especially now in the summer vacations, where he slept longer and accordingly usually had to get out twice. Instead, the bed would get wet twice. And he would get wet at the same time. His parents would probably take that with concerned understanding, but not for long. Then they would have to give him diapers; after all, they couldn't make him stop. Sooner or later. And in the meantime, wetting the bed was cool even without diapers. How and whether he wanted to get diapers during the day, that was a whole different matter.

Until the vibration of his cell phone jolted him out of his thoughts. Once, again and again. That wasn't a message, that was a call! Finn hurriedly pulled his smartphone out of his pocket, wiped his left thumb to the right and held the device to his ear the old-fashioned way.

"Does your longboard belong to the German railroad? Because you're late!" shouted Luca on the other end of the line. Luca was always joking around and often laughed the loudest himself.

Finn, however, had to chuckle as well, "No. Was chilling, sorry!"

"Woow!" was all Luca said.

" Yup yup, I'll be right there! Give me five minutes!"

Finn heard Luca hang up on the other end of the line, lowered his left hand along with his cell phone and looked in the direction of the forest for one more brief moment without moving. Then he suddenly jumped up, tapped his phone to change the playlist, grabbed his board, let it hit the tarmac and continued, this time accompanied by the ecstatic and repetitive first guitar sounds of Volbeat's "Thanks". One of Finn's favorite songs. Uncompromisingly joyful, just as he often was. The fifteen-second opening guitar solo swirled wildly out of the speaker on Finn's back, making it immediately clear that this song was completely different from the shallow electro sounds before. From now on everything changed, in the choice of music and in Finn's life. And nobody knew it, only he himself at least sensed it.

With a loud clack, Finn soon let the front end of his longboard crash against the concrete step in front of the front door of a reddish-brown brick row house and pressed the doorbell shortly after.

"Wow, already here?" a Luca, who opened the front door shortly thereafter, asked boredly while shouldering his backpack and looking down at Finn ironically-grimly, "That's really a new record, I think you wanted to be here an hour ago!"

"Yeah ...," Finn mumbled so quietly that it was barely audible next to the music coming from his speaker, tilted his head and replied mischievously, " You couldn't have already gone to the swimming pool by yourself or something!"

"Yeah nooo, totally impossible for reasons unknown!" Luca joked sarcastically while raising the garage door, "Where would we end up?"

"To the swimming pool! But sooner!" Finn grinned as Luca scrambled to get his bike out of the garage, swung onto it, while Finn got back on his board, and they both turned back onto the street.

"Who else is there already?", Finn asked his twelve-year-old best friend and with a routine hand movement straightened his hair, which had been tangled by the wind another time. Together, the two almost-seventh graders made a rather unique picture. Finn, one of the smallest in his class and also quite thin, and next to him giant Luca. One meter and sixty centimeters, Luca had always been a bit of a behemoth. And a damn joker: "Well, everyone! Everybody's already here!", short pause: "All fucking 7 billion people! You gave them quite a bit of time to get there before we did!" Luca was good at getting artificially upset, and it was usually pretty funny when he did. Joking loudly, the two almost-teenagers rode through narrow, traffic-calmed streets, crossed the main road and didn't even notice how quickly time passed until they finally stopped at a chain-link fence at the beginning of the forest and Luca locked his bike to it.

Tightly pressed spruces behind the wire mesh fence hid from prying eyes what was hiding behind the inconspicuous-looking, slightly rusty fence. Only the mixture of children's screams and the smell of chlorine made it relatively clear where one was: In the forest pool, something like Finn's unofficial summer second home.
The relatively simple outdoor pool of the small town, consisting only of a few metal pools, a small slide and a huge lawn with playground and volleyball court. The "Waldbad" was not exactly something that triggered spontaneous storms of enthusiasm. It was definitely not a swimming pool for a Youtube compilation with the title "The 10 most extreme swimming pools in the world". But it did have one definite advantage: the blue ribbon on Finn's right wrist. The student subscription. It granted admission to the swimming pool for the entire summer at a ridiculous price. And not just for him, but also for Luca and almost all of his friends and many of his classmates. For decades, it had been something like the own little cosmos of the more or less privileged middle-class youth of this city, equipped with a season ticket and separated from their parents by a pay barrier and accordingly endowed with independence.

While the student pass was subsidized and therefore already worthwhile after just a few visits to the pool per year, the adult tickets were much more expensive. And Finn had been going to the pool without his parents for a long time. He had met many of his friends here in the past summer vacations, had banged his knee in the past while running without permission at the edge of the pool, and had always stayed even hours after he had already left the water. A few years ago he had built huge castles in the big sandbox on the hill above the pools, and since last year he had been fooling around with his friends on the lawn, talking about all sorts of things instead.
Luca and Finn hurriedly scurried past the entrance, only briefly stretching their hands toward the ticket booth and running into the small beige changing rooms under the rustic wooden canopy, while music still hummed from Finn's speakers. "Pretend we're Dead" by "L7", one of the bands that Luca's big brother Alex had recommended to him.

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Author: giaci9
Timestamp: Feb 23, 2023 at 9:54 PM
Content: Thank y'all very much for your kind comments! I was overjoyed reading them. I am getting more and more experienced with the translator and am hoping that the language quality is improving bit by bit.

seanwill25 said:

Great job! The best stories address the inner dilemma and conflict that the characters have regarding their motive and you captured this very well.

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Yeah, I think that's a motive that will definitley be staying in the story: Finn being torn between "beeing a little boy" and "behaving like the cool teenager he is" is a motive that will be staying in the story for sure. Guranteed, it will not remain the only one - but the story has perhaps a bit of a slow build-up.

Peartree said:

This is a really good story. I like how you have explained through daydreams the thoughts and rationale behind the character to further develop our understanding of them.

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Glad you like it. I am a bit unsure if the drifting into Finns inner thoughts and motivations takes away to much pace from the story. One popular principle of storytelling is "show, don't tell" and thats exactly NOT what I was doing in this chapter - instead, I told alot and showed very little. But sometimes you have to, I guess.

polyacrylate said:

great tension, suspect it alludes to the struggle of many ABDLs . Eagerly awaiting another chapter!

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What's our struggle, you'd say? Being torn between little- and adult-lives, I suspect? I would say yes, certanly!

The Metamorphosis
Ep. 3 - Day Three: Cornflakes, reptiloids and an unusual night

"Sweet, see ya tomorrow!" Finn mumbled tiredly into his headset and threw it between the monitor and the keyboard. Routinely, he moved his mouse to the "Leave Squad" button and shortly thereafter sent Frankenstein, as he satirically called his PC, into sleep mode. He was in sleep mode himself now, too. Zero o'clock and a minute, the last glance at his cell phone revealed, before he plugged it into the charger next to his bed. Even the little marvel thing had to recharge its batteries. Just like him, because after countless hours in the public pool and a late hour of Battlefield 5, Finn was now really very tired.

Under normal circumstances, he would have just fallen into bed and gone to sleep immediately. But this evening was different. Everything was different. Finn stood motionless in the middle of his room, absentmindedly looking at the blue blinking standby light of his monitor. Absently, he palmed his thin dark blue pajama pants. Unreal. The thought of peeing in his pajamas now felt very unreal. And not even just like that, standing up, but instead in his warm and comfortable bed. Finn had thought about it for a long time; he couldn't remember the last time he had wet the bed. He couldn't remember what it had felt like. Warm? Certainly. Warm, wet and slippery, that's what it had to be like! Finn could hardly wait, actually. And now he was lying in bed, unfortunately wide awake with excitement. For quite a while Finn stared at the ceiling, which was barely visible in the darkness, and went over his plan at least a dozen more times. He had to go to the bathroom once or twice a night, so he would flood his bed twice a night, and his mother would have to wash two loads of linens every morning. And justify the extra water consumption to the reptiloids the next time they walked through the human settlement to collect taxes. Yep, Finn had finally fallen asleep after all was in the middle of a deep, confusing dream.
When the revolution against the all-subjugating lizardmen finally began, Finn suddenly felt clearly that he now urgently had to pee. Why hadn't he noticed this before? Stupid timing, just now he hid behind a big, brightly colored cylinder bush and would activate the detonation trap for the landing spaceship any moment. He couldn't leave right now! And he couldn't risk that the units of the Symketic Guard, the guards of the reptiloid dynasty, would discover him. This decision was not difficult for Finn, and without thinking about it, he peed into his swim trunks. For some reason, the revolutionaries all wore swim trunks. It was for the mission! And besides, he himself had no problem weeing in his pants anyway. He looked down at his swim trunks and noticed how the shorts, originally light blue, were slowly getting darker and darker, and how after a few seconds a stream of pee was snaking its way down his right shin to the floor. But why didn't the pressure ease? And why didn't it feel wet?
Finn turned his head, felt the pillow, and all at once the revolution was blown off. The dream fizzled out as quickly as it had arisen and Finn blinked briefly, turning wearily onto his side. He remained lying there for a moment, then flipped the covers aside and slowly scrambled out of bed before he could even open his eyes properly. Cold. Man, he really had to go badly!

A routine grab for the bedside lamp. Fuck, fucking bright! Finn's eyes went right back to being closed. Why did the stupid thing have to be so bright, in the first place? Blinking, keeping his eyes closed most of the time, he plodded through his room and shortly after had the door handle in his hand. Only when he was already halfway down the hall, he was awake enough to realize that he just did something wrong! Fail. All for nothing. One does not put away habits of many years so fast. Smiling at himself, Finn walked backwards, closed his door again and snuggled back into his comfortable bed. Lights out. He could have saved himself a lot of trouble. Whereas he had been very sleepy just a moment ago and could hardly keep his eyes open in view of the late hour, Finn was wide awake now. His heart was pounding. Silently, he counted to three.
One. In a moment he would just let go. Two. Immediately it was going to get freaking wet! Him, his pajama pants, the mattress, probably the blanket, even his pyjama shirt? Three. Nothing was happening. Finn didn't dare. He just couldn't pee his bed! What would happen to the wet mattress? Could it be dried or washed somehow? In any case, the thing sureley didn't fit in the washing machine.

Restless, Finn turned on his side, pressed his head deep into his pillow, and squeezed his legs together. He didn't know how this was about to turn out. He would wet his bed, but then? How would the mattress get dry again, what would happen to the blanket? Screw it! If he really wet the bed, he wouldn't have thought about that before either. He pressed, but everything remained dry. He needed so badly but still nothing wanted to come out of him. It was simply too absurd,

He threw himself on his back again, on the other side and finally on his stomach. Again on the back. Damn! Finn was about to give up and run to the bathroom when it finally worked. Suddenly, almost unintentionally, hot pee streamed out of him. Quickly Finn's pajama pants got wet and then, as he realized how he instinctively wanted to stop again and instead pushed extra, so did the top of his pajamas. He peed as much as he could and after a much too short time, everything was finally out of him. For a short time it was just hot and soaked around him, really nice. Finn laid rooted to his bed. Everything down there felt wet as he carefully patted around under the sheets with his left hand. Slowly his fingers swept over the wet sheet, touched the equally wet covers, found that his entire shorts were completely soaked and so were his legs. His sleeping shirt up to his chest, aswell.

Now what? Finn was lying in his bed. He was definitely not tired anymore, instead his heart was pounding. Now he had to get up and tell his parents. But, he didn't dare! Man, that was embarrassing! Fuck!

As if in a trance, he slapped the wet bedspread away from him, but still remained motionless on his wet mattress for a while. The feeling of embarrassment, of shame was too big. He had planned everything down to the last detail, but he hadn't anticipated how he would feel right now. Imperceptibly quietly he whispered, barely moving his lips, "I didn't realize! It just happened! Suddenly everything was wet!" That thought felt good. It hadn't been intentional, he couldn't help it at all! Paul was not embarrassed when he wet his diaper. But ... Enough of that, he thought to himself, jumped out of bed full of spontaneous determination, and then quietly and gently, slowly and cautiously, trudged across the hall. Drops of pee sporadically trickled down his legs and splashed on the floor next to his feet. Without noticing, Finn left small, wet footprints in the hallway. The short, light pajama pants literally stuck to him, the T-shirt as well. It felt warm, a really good feeling. Only when suddenly a light breeze blew through the open windows of the hallway, it shivered him briefly and reminded him that wetness often meant cold. It was quiet outside, and when Finn finally stood indecisively in front of the large door of his parents' bedroom, no longer moving, and the few drops that splashed on the parquet floor were almost the only things that still made noise, but he heard soft crickets chirping somewhere out there.

Gently, he knocked on the bedroom door. No reaction. Sure, who hears the knocking on a door when he's asleep? Slowly, Finn opened the door, braved a step into the dark room, and murmured softly, "Mom?" No response. Finn sneaked further, to his mother's side of the bed, and murmured again, " Mommy? Wake up!" He tugged lightly at the covers. "Finn?" his mother finally startled abruptly, causing Finn to startle as well, "What's wrong?" she asked, visibly confused and drowsy.

"My ... The ... I wet the bed," Finn blurted out.

"What?" his mother asked, astonished and sleepy.

"I wet the bed! I was sleeping and at some point I woke up and everything was wet!"

"Ohhh Finn," his mother whispered, straightening up as his father turned to his other side. Clack, went the bedside lamp switch. Suddenly it was bright just another time again. Both Finn and his mother squinted their eyes shut at first. Finn's father buried his head under the pillow.

"... You're all wet!" his mother noted in amazement. Duh, Finn thought to himself with a slight smirk, and stood motionless. "My poor boy!" Finn sheepishly squeezed his legs together, hung his head and looked at the edge of the bed. Oh man, this was really embarrassing now. But it was too late to change his mind now.

"Oh Finny, it's no big deal!" his mother said in a high, calm tone as she got up from the bed and gently stroked Finn. The twelve-year-old felt the still warm, wet lining of the lightweight pajama shorts and tugged at the hem of those same shorts with his right hand, very embarrassed.

"Oh, my little one," his mother spoke now, full of pity, in a soothing tone of voice, the kind one usually spoke to smaller children: "That's not a big deal, it happens to kids from time to time," she said. Kids, as if he were a little boy and not a twelve-year-old teenager. "Mmh," Finn hummed in agreement, running his right foot over his left.

"Come on, Finny," his mother called him again by the nickname he had long since discarded, while she put a hand around his shoulder and walked with him towards the hallway: "Why don't you hop in the warm shower so you can get clean again? And leave the rest up to me, it's not your fault! You don't have to be ashamed of it!"

Finn had slowly lifted his head, looked briefly into his mother's eyes and murmured in relief, "Thank you." To his surprise, his mother really didn't seem irritated or disappointed with him at all, on the contrary: The other day, when Finn had woken his mother up early in the morning because he couldn't find his front door key, she had been much more annoyed. Now, however, she looked at him like a little boy who had just had a mishap. Something he couldn't help. She stroked her son's hair briefly and smiled at him encouragingly before Finn finally disappeared into the bathroom, took off his wet pajamas, just left them on the floor and got into the spacious shower. He didn't notice it himself, but a slight but distinct smile had formed on his lips. While the rain shower let warm water flow over his body and he probably had a shower a little longer than necessary, his thoughts and feelings flew wildly around in his head and Finn began to realize how much it made him feel safe to be treated not like a teenager, but like a little child again.

When he finally turned off the faucet and pulled aside the shower curtain, he noticed that his wet pajamas had disappeared and now a fresh, green and white pair was lying on the closed toilet lid instead. Must have been replaced by his mother while he was in the shower.
Finn sighed for a moment before slipping first into his pajama pants and then into the top, leaning briefly against the pleasantly warm heater, watching the fogged mirror, and then finally, slowly and carefully, walking over to the sink and pouring himself another glass of water. Everything was so peaceful and relaxed just now. Hot steam still wafted out of the shower stall, a few drops popped on the tiles, otherwise it was silent. Completely relaxed, Finn drank the warm water, put the glass back on the ceramic rim of the sink as quietly as possible, and tentatively opened the door. He felt clean now. Clean, warm and somehow ... Protected? Finn didn't quite know what to call this feeling.

The light coming from his room shone into the otherwise unlit hallway, creating wondrous, elongated shadows on the floor and walls. Finn strolled towards his room and glanced interestedly at his wet mattress, which by now stood on edge upon the slatted frame of his bed while his mother scrunched up the wet sheets.

"It's best if you continue to sleep in the guest bed," his mother said promptly, putting a hand around the petite boy and gently pushed him back into the hallway: "Then your bed can dry in peace!", she declared almost cheerfully as she pulled the coverlet down from the guest bed, fluffed up the pillow and straightened the blanket. All this while Finn stood next to her, no task at hand, rocking back and forth slightly and letting his hands dangle down sheepishly. He certainly couldn't have made the bed himself, he thought sarcastically.

"Mhhh," Finn muttered, tugging at the hem of his fresh pajama pants.

"There, that's it!", his mother said and flipped the covers aside in a triangle so that Finn could climb into bed: "There's nothing to it, Finny! See, everything's fine again!" his mother said softly, stroked her son's hair and quietly left the room, while Finn murmured "Good night" and closed his eyes. More for the sake of pretending, though, because the twelve-year-old was now far too excited to sleep anymore. He was taken aback. Finn had expected trouble. But instead, his mother had cared for him, treated him lovingly, and made all traces of Finn's "accident" disappear as if by magic. If Finn's parents usually made sure to raise the boy to be independent, in this situation his mother had instead taken care of everything for him. Finn had wet the bed, told his mother, had a quick shower, put on new pajamas, and was now lying in a dry bed. Finn felt truly happy. Wetting the bed had been fantastic, if one put in retrospect the nervousness that had built up in him out of fear of his mother's reaction. That his mother had subsequently cared for him as if he were only half his age, he found better than he initially wanted to admit to himself. Somehow he liked the role of being a young boy. Instead of being cool and youthful, it felt like he was finally coming home after a long journey to a home where everything had remained as he remembered it. When Finn, many confused thoughts later, finally fell asleep, he no longer really understood why everyone always wanted to grow up.

Finn woke up disoriented. He blinked briefly and caught sight of an older woodchip wallpaper in a room illuminated by dim light. A few seconds later, his brain was booted up and Finn remembered how he had ended up in the guest bed tonight. No sooner had he finished that thought than notifications popped into his head like a cell phone when you first pick it up in the morning. "You need to go to the bathroom urgently!" the bladder app told him. Finn mentally pressed the "Mark as Read" button. This time, he didn't doubt it. Without moving, even as he blinked and his eyes adjusted to the sparse light, he pushed and moments later felt hot pee run down his thighs, soaking his pajama bottoms, starting to stick to his skin, and the heat spreading underneath him. He felt it getting wet against his belly, the warmth spreading up his back, and the pressure in his bladder easing. It was comfortable. Just comfortable. This time Finn also knew he didn't have to worry about what would happen to the mattress, his pajamas, or the bedding. He would tell his mom right away, and she would take care of everything. What time was it? That was the only question on his mind as he peed into bed, fully conscious. Tired, he buried his head in the pillow and stayed there for a while even after he had finished peeing his bet. He stayed until the wetness finally stopped being warm and started to bother him. The pajamas were sticking to him, it was getting cold, and everything was going eeeew.

"Mommyyyyy," Finn whispered again just a few minutes later, tapping his sleeping mother on the shoulder and specifying his request, "It happened again." That was all he had to say. "Awww Finny," his mother mumbled, exceedingly tired and sleepy.
Finn also felt pretty groggy by now, when he was listlessly wiping his legs clean with a washcloth in the bathroom a few moments later. He wanted to go back to sleep. When he came out of the bathroom, this time dressed in underpants and a T-shirt due to the lack of further dry pajamas, he realized that he wasn't the only one: "It's best if you sleep in your bed again," his mother mumbled with a yawn, ruffled the twelve-year-old's hair and gave him another encouraging pat on the shoulder: "I'm sure it's just a slip, my little one," she said. It certainly isn't, Finn thought to himself: "Good night," he said, tired and relaxed at the same time, and slipped under the sofa blanket, which now covered his bed in the absence of another dry blanket. His mother had quickly turned over the already partially dried mattress of Finn's bed and padded it with a few towels. The twelve-year-old only heard his bedroom door close softly before he fell asleep again, exhausted. And his mother, whose footsteps still echoed briefly through the hallway, was probably also glad to be able to continue sleeping.

A few hours later, Finn woke up disoriented once again. An armada of sunbeams pushed their photons through the only partially closed shutters and Finn felt accordingly warm. What was wrong with his bedspread ... Oh yes, the sofa blanket. Wow, he thought to himself. Had he really done that last night? Had definitely not been a dream, he realized as he rubbed his thumb over the soft terry cloth of the sofa blanket. Normally, one of the first moves the soon-to-be seventh grader made after getting up was to routinely reach for his smartphone on the nightstand, but today Finn remained motionless for the time being. His window was still tilted open, presumably to let the smell of wet laundry escape. Instead, the sound of crickets chirping from the neighborhood gardens, the sound of a lawn mower, and the heat of the early summer day drifted into Finn's room. The twelve-year-old closed his eyes once again for just another moment; the night had been exhausting. For him and also for his mother, who, unlike him, had not been able to sleep in today.

"I'm on it!" was the first thing Finn replied to the morning's notifications on his phone. After all, it was already 11 a.m., and his friends had already had a few hours to spam the group full of messages. Now they were almost at the swimming pool, while Finn was still lying in his bed. The normal life of the twelve-year-old now began. No wet beds, instead another day in the swimming pool.

He hurried down to the kitchen, quickly gathered everything he needed for breakfast and threw himself onto his chair at the kitchen table. Briefly, he read through the latest messages in the group chat while, without looking, he poured milk over his Fruity Loops cereal until the cereal bowl spilled over. Fuck. He'd deal with that later, Finn decided, taking a big spoonful of the colorful, oversweet cereal rings while continuing to stare at his phone.
Today would be the last time Luca would be in the pool before he would then be on the beach starting tomorrow, he had announced grandly a few minutes ago. That's right, there was something. That was the disadvantage of the summer vacations: Little by little, everyone disappeared for vacation. Especially when, like Finn, you would stay at home for the entire summer vacations this year and then fly off on vacation in the fall. Together, the family of three had decided months ago that they would spend the summer vacations at home in Grundhausen this year and instead fly to North America for two weeks during the fall's vacation. It sounded like an excellent plan to Finn at the time, but slowly he began to have doubts.

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Author: giaci9
Timestamp: Mar 2, 2023 at 11:12 PM
Content: Thank you all very much for your kind comments! Reading comments is the second best part about writing and every comment motivates me more!

sofiahammerstein said:

With this being an AI translation I'm really impressed. I hope you will post the rest of this work soon! It's an interesting start!

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It's really amazing what deepl.com can do in this regard. However, about two thirds of all sentences are adjusted manually - the programm lets me select different words or word orders in a context-sensitve matter, for example, the first sentence of the last chapter was automatically translated to "Nice, see you tomorrow!" Finn mumbled tiredly into his headset and threw it between the monitor and the keyboard."
I could then click on "Nice" and replace it for example with "Good", or "Great", or if i click on the "and threw it between" I can automatically rewrite the sentence to, for example "Finn mumbled tiredly into his headset before tossing it between the monitor and the keyboard".
Only very rarely I'm feeling the need to manually translate a word or part of a sentence myself. One example is right above: I wanted Finns sentence to sound a bit more youthlike - actually, in the german original, he says "Nice", because thats part of teenage slang here. I figured, "Sweet", would fit here better and thats something the translater couldn't achive.
The other parts where I have to translate manually, are mostly the parts that are about Finn wetting himself. This could possibly be because thats a subject the AI model possibly isn't trained on very thoroughly. But I am quite certain that it's mostly because in this subject matter, the words are just so heavily defined not by meaning, but by context. For example "go in your pants" - the exact german translation for this, word for word, would equal "make in your pants" - and both make and go are such common words, normally with completley different meanings, that it seems to be that the AI translation is struggeling to interpret the context right there. It's like when you try to get GPT3 to write diaper-related stories and it becomes immanent, that the language model has no concept on how a diaper works and what it's for ...

TL;DR: The Translation doesn't run on auto-pilot and still requires a fluent english reader for judgement and manual correction, but translation is extremly faster this way than to do it 100% manually - It only takes me about one hour per chapter, which is very neat.

About posting the rest of it: I will certainly! But, because translation still is (much less than writing) some work, I am planning to post about one chapter per week as that's the pace I can keep up with right now.

polyacrylate said:

another great chapter!

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pierrylouys said:

Great chapter really liked the story

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thank you both very much for your comments and likes, I am very happy each time I see that someone has reacted to my story. I'm very very happy that this story doesn't go unnoticed here.

The Metamorphosis
Ep. 4 - Day Six: Déjà vu
"Shit, I should have been packing already!", Luca suddenly shouted out of nowhere and abruptly straightened his upper body. "What, now?" Finn asked, startled, turning down the music while sitting cross-legged between Luca, Sarah and Lars on the lawn of the public pool. Even the boy's ever-present smile slipped from his face and gave way to a pout. Luca had just told him how he had won first-time against his big brother in Battlefield Firestorm. Finn was relatively sure that Luca had only made up this particular incident; after all, Alex was far too good at shooters for Luca to be able to compete with him. It was still a funny story. But now suddenly everything became serious.

"'You mean you're leaving now?!" Finn suddenly asked his best friend seriously, just as a twelve-year-old with a fear of loss would ask.

"Yes," Luca faltered, "I should be home by five!" Finn pressed the pause button on the lock screen of his phone, and suddenly, instead of "New York Narcotic" by "The Knocks," the shouting of the other children reached the ears of the group. The time on top of Finn's phone screen read 17:34.

"Better get going then!" Lars, lying on his back, grinned as well, who had kept out of the conversation of the two so far but was now looking at his waterproof wristwatch. Luca meanwhile hurriedly threw his towel into his backpack, slipped on his shirt, put on his Vans sneakers and shouldered the backpack. Fortunately, the group had not been in the water for over an hour and Luca's swimming shorts were already completely dry, so the twelve-year-old could save himself the time of using the locker room.

Quickly he walked across the grassy dome of the public pool, past the large sandpit, the volleyball court and even the small kiosk was not worthy of Luca with a glance. Finn followed him and, as Luca was walking increaslingly fast, had to run to keep up. Luca was quite a giant for his age, while Finn was a more of a dwarf. And Finn's giant apparently disappeared for vacation now.

"See ya in four weeks. Game on for me!", said Luca, who now stopped at the entrance of the pool despite his hurry, first looking wistfully into the distance at the pools, and then looking down at Finn, who was standing right in front of him. When had the two best friends ever been apart for so long? Must have been an eternity ago. Last year they had even gone on vacation together! Finn unceremoniously stood on his tiptoes and hugged his best friend.

"Ha, Gaay!" a boy's voice suddenly shouted in amusement from the huddle of people behind the two. Embarrassed, Finn abruptly ended the hug and nervously glanced around: "Toby, you bastard!", he complained loudly and more upset than the addressed would have expected. Toby was currently chewing on his Calippo-Cola ice cream with pleasure. In addition to Finn and Luca as well as Sarah and Lars, Tobias was the fifth member of the clique and had just used his, in Finn's eyes, unfairly high pocket money to buy an ice cream at the overpriced swimming pool kiosk. Pissed off, Finn fished a crumpled serving from the floor and kicked it in Toby's direction.

"Heey c'mon, just kidding!", Tobias tried to de-escalate while stuffing the brown wrapper of his ice cream into the overflowing trash can and Luca fiddled frantically with his bike lock on the other side of the fence. "I'm going back, you coming?" asked Toby in the direction of Finn, who was staring blankly at the dark wooden wall of the ticket booth and who was currently much sadder than he would have expected himself to be. "Leave it, go ahead!", he mumbled as a salty answer.

"Hey, it was really just a joke! Are you okay?" Tobias asked in surprise, wondering if he had gone too far with his comment.

"No, everything's okay!" Finn said now more strongly and looked the slightly startled boy in his blue eyes. Tobias still didn't understand whether he had just done something wrong and if so, what it might have been. Somewhat perplexed, he shrugged his shoulders, muttered a skeptical "Okaaaay?", and disappeared in the direction of the lawn, while Finn stayed behind alone, leaning against the dark brown wooden wall and looking into the pool era. Bloody hell!

A strange feeling of inner emptiness filled Finn as he wandered aimlessly over the coarse, almost painfully warm gravel tiles. Sporadically, he was hit by splashes of water caused by the other children frolicking in the pool. A blue plastic ball rolled in front of his feet, which someone must have thrown too far while playing water polo. Without looking up from the ground or looking for the owner of the ball Finn kicked the ball in the direction of the pool and continued to shuffle along next to the pool's edge.
The "Waldbad" was an idyllic place. While the small town was almost completely built in a valley, the pool was located high up on a slope, giving a wonderful view over the entire area. But even that Finn wasn't appreciating at that moment. He had seen it often enough. Instead, he squatted behind the edge of the pool built lengthwise to the slope, which was partially built into the mountain on the opposite side, but protruded from it like a terrace on this side. A few shaggy, half-dried bushes grew next to him and just a few meters below the sad-looking boy was already the wire mesh fence which fenced in the pool area.
Screaming, laughing, and the typical sound made by the overflow grooves of a swimming pool filled Finn's senses. In addition, the smell of the dried grass under him and the feeling of the warm concrete elevation in which the pool was embedded and against which he now leaned.

For the next four weeks? Finn was undecided what to do with himself during that time. Sure, Toby was still around this week before he would also disappear somewhere on vacation, when Sarah or Lars would be leaving, he didn't know. But it was all only half as cool when Luca wasn't there! Of course, Lars was also quite funny and Toby, when he wasn't bragging about something, was also quite okay and Sarah was definitely really okay. But just okay.

Finn sat there for quite a while, looked down on the small city and roamed with his eyes through the forest on the opposite slope until he was suddenly overcome by the desire to pee in his trunks. He didn't quite understand how he had come up with this idea, of all things, but he liked the idea of peeing his pants here, in the middle of the public pool, yet protected from prying eyes. And he didn't even have to go particularly strong. Really an optimal opportunity to pee in his trunks at the public pool. All he would have to do to make his little accident invisible would be to quickly hop into the pool behind him after the deed was done. Slowly he stretched his knees, which he had drawn up to his upper body so far, to rest his arms on them, on which he had then boredly put down his head. Instead, he now knelt down and looked at his again or rather still completely dry, light blue Superdry swimming trunks. Then he took just let go. Just did it. Unlike the last time Finn had peed his pants during the day, in little five-year-old Paul's room, he now had to push a little until it started to run. The cyan center of his fashionable swim shorts instantly gave way to a dark blue, the stain spread, and Finn felt his bottom get wet. Even the orange trimmed 28-numberpatch on the right side of his shorts became darker, the pant legs as well. Finally the stream of his pee dripped into the grass in front of his knees. Somehow this scene seemed familiar, Finn thought to himself, but for the life of him he couldn't remember where.

Gosh, that wonderful warmth. Plus the certainty of having just wet his shorts like a little child. Finn felt wonderful and the sad expression on his face had long since given way to the characteristic Finn smile.

Completely content with himself and the world, Finn now sat there, sighing out audibly and just was watching the flock of birds choreographically flying around in the distance for a moment.

Suddenly, the chain-link fence in front of him rattled as a small blue plastic ball flew against it. The ball fell to the grass, a few feet away from Finn, and the fence still rippled briefly. Then, for the fraction of a moment, it was quiet again before two hands grabbed the concrete ledge and someone pulled themselves out of the pool. Finn's breath caught in his throat.

"Finn! Have you peed your pants?" asked the boy, who had just climbed out of the pool to retrieve his ball. Joshua, Finn realized after an aphatic moment of shock, quickly held his index finger in front of his mouth and said "Shhhhh!" while looking at the grass in front of him as embarrassed as he had certainly ever been in the presence of the ten-year-old.

But Joshua didn't think to laugh at the sight of his classmate in his wet pants, and stared just as embarrassed at the concrete wall behind Finn. Almost any other of Finns classmates would have at least smirked, many would have laughed out loud, and some would probably have told everyone else. Joshua, on the other hand, was at the bottom of the pecking order in class 6c and so he didn't even dare to joke about Finn at that moment. Joshua, the reason why Finn was not the shortest but only the second shortest student in his class. Even though there wasn't much separating the two in height, in all other aspects of the sixth grade social fabric, they were worlds apart.
While Finn knew how to disguise his young appearance by wearing the hippest clothes possible and gelled his hair sideways every morning, Joshua, the boy whom everyone just called ,playchild’ had shown absolutely no ambition in that direction in the two years since Finn had known him. Joshua simply looked like a elementary school kid. Wild, tousled dark blond hair that would probably only be combed by his mother once in a while lined the head of the ten-year-old whose shy smile was much more similar to Finn's than the latter would ever admit. In addition, his always colorful but remarkably uncool clothes and his dark blue Geox hook and loop shoes as Finn had last worn them in the third grade before he realized that shoes with laces simply looked much cooler.

"Shhh ... Don't tell anyone, please!" Finn said almost pleadingly while Joshua reached carelessly for the ball that had made him jump out of the pool in the first place, wondering how meek Finn suddenly was. Surely, Finn was not one of those who teased him all the time. When Toby and others, sometimes even Luca, who just couldn't pass up an opportunity to make a joke, teased Joshua, Finn usually said nothing. He didn't particularly enjoy making fun of the childish ten-year-old, but hadn't exactly intervened when his friends did either. He just didn't care, Finn thought of himself.

Correspondingly shy, his classmate now stood in front of the same, looking down at Finn who was leaning against the concrete ledge.

"Pleaseee!", Finn pleaded with him.

"Ok," was all Joshua answered quietly before he then jumped back into the pool full of anticipation and excitedly shouted, "Next level, rocket attack!" probably meaning the ball game. He didn't really know what the point of making fun of Finn right now would be anyway. What difference would it make?

So much for that, Finn thought to himself as he looked back at his assessment that no one would notice him behind the concrete ledge. In the meantime, he had pulled his legs back up to his torso to better cover his not-quite-mishap. A quarter of an hour he sat there and reflected on the just experienced moment while his swimming trunks slowly dried again. What did Joshua think of him now? He might have thought that Finn had peed in his pants, possibly because he had postponed going to the toilet for too long? And that he had then hidden behind the pool so that no one would notice? Hm, at least that was correct, the twelve-year-old grinned. In Joshua's eyes, he was probably now a boy who occasionally peed his pants, and somehow Finn had to admit that this thought displeased him much less than it should have. On the contrary, it really felt alright.
He remained seated for a short while before he eagerly jumped into the water with the half-dried swimming trunks, briefly diving underwater and destroying all traces. After swimming around aimlessly in the water for a few minutes, he already left the pool again and ran back to his friends on the lawn like nothing had happened. Finn grabbed his phone, which had been lying in the sun all the time, from the grass and tapped on the touchscreen with his wet hands. A little later, music filled this part of the large lawn again, "Adderal" by Max Frost.

It was already dawn when Finn and Lars were finally one of the last to leave the public pool. After first Sarah and then Tobias had disappeared home, the always ambitious Lars and Finn had had an extended diving competition. Accordingly, both were now exhausted as they drank the last bit of water from Lars' water bottle one after the other before disappearing in different directions. A refreshingly cool breeze after this blisteringly hot day caught him as he leisurely rolled down the small, deserted street. Suddenly, his phone virbrated.

"'When are you coming home today?" read Finn as his eyes alternately gazed at the street in front of him and the glaring screen. Since when did his father ask him when he was coming home? Finn was taken aback.

" Right away," he replied, putting a skateboard emoji at the end of the word.

A little later Finn unlocked his front door, hung his longboard on the stairs and ran into the kitchen where the light was already on. His parents were both sitting at the kitchen table, his father on the left, his mother on the right. They looked worried, especially his mother. Finn was getting nervous. Had he done something wrong? This situation just appeared as if he had done something wrong.

"Would you like a glass too?" his mother asked while holding a carafe of mineral water, "Or do you have to go to the bathroom first?"

That's what his mother asked him every now and then, after he had started wetting the bed every night and peed his pants at Paul's the other night. Finn shook his head wordlessly. He had to, but he was going to save that. Anyway, why was he being offered to drink? The last few days his parents had tried to make sure Finn drank less before going to bed.

"Has anything serious happend?", Finn asked uncertainly after he had finished his glass, and had waited unsuccessfully for one of the two to say something.

"Finn ..." his mother said, but was interrupted by her husband, "It's about your bed-wetting."

The one addressed nodded.

"Finny, you've been wetting the bed every night for a week now and we're starting to get worried. Is there something bothering you? Is there something you want to tell us?" his mother asked him gently.

,Yes, I'm worried about not having diapers!' Finn thought to himself quietly. He shook his head, "No, well, except for the wetting the bed thing. That's really stupid. Especially getting up and changing in the night all the time!" This kind of talk made Finn nervous. So he looked at the dark wooden table in front of him and didn't catch how his mother involuntarily nodded in agreement at his statement.

"Yes Finn, we feel the same way," his father said with an approving smirk.

"We're worried that there's something wrong with you!" his mother now resumed, "tomorrow afternoon we'll go to Doctor Brinkler together and have you checked out thoroughly because of your little problem!"

"Okay," he replied, "I also really want this to go away again!" That was it? A quick appointment notice would have sufficed, Finn thought to himself. Of course, the idea that his doctor would hear about his bedwetting wasn't exactly thrilling, but it certainly wasn't worth the drama.

It wasn't everything. Finn could tell by the way his father looked expectantly over at his mother. She looked at her hands. Then his father started to say something: "You know ...", he didn't get any further, because now his mother took the floor: "You've already noticed yourself that it's quite an effort at night with the wet beds. You have to wash and change, we are all torn from sleep and as you have also noticed, even your bedding is now scarce."

Finn nodded while playing with the empty water glass in front of him.

"And you know, maybe there's a solution that will eliminate those problems. So you don't have to be in a wet bed multiple times every night anymore!"

"Uhhmmm ... yeees?" asked Finn hopefully. That sounded a lot like diapers! The twelve-year-old's parents, on the other hand, took the noticeably hopeful tone in Finn's utterance as a sign that their series of arguments might convince their son.

"You know, there are so-called ,pajama pants' for kids your age who have the same problem as you. And it's not even that rare, it's nothing to be ashamed of! Really, it's not!"

Those had to be diapers she was talking about! To Finn's ears, what his mother just said sounded like something out of a Drynites commercial!

"You're really not alone with this problem," his father now added: "In your age group, six percent of children still have a problem with bedwetting."

That again sounded exactly like from the statistics page of the "Dry Night Initative!". Finn had also found that by googling before. There were all kinds of numbers listed there to back up that bedwetting in children is not a rare problem. 'What's next? The hint that this means that one or two children in my class are affected by my problem?' he asked himself mentally. Apparently, he wasn't the only one who had done research on the subject.

"That sounds like a boring number at first, but it means, for example, that in your class, including you, one to two students have this problem ..."

'Bingo!", Finn thought to himself and couldn't help smiling. A smile that his parents also noticed and which led them to believe, wrongly, that they had convinced their son with their reasoning. Finn, of course, didn't need any more convincing. Quite the opposite.

"This is first and foremost an offer for you", his father said, not realizing that he sounded more like he was negotiating with a business partner than with his twelve-year-old son whose legs weren't even long enough to reach the floor as he sat on the kitchen chair.

"It's best if you think about it in peace, just the way you want it," his mother, on the other hand, said extraordinarily empathetically while she looked Finn, whose eyes were nervously jumping back and forth, in the same ones. Finn's heart was pounding, "There's a pair of pajama pants on your bed. If you want, you can take a look at it later and see if these might help you."

Finn would have liked to jump up right away, slam the chair on the floor, rip open the door, storm up the stairs and run to his room. Would probably be a tiny bit too conspicuous ...

"Mhmm ..." he muttered thoughtfully instead. What was the best thing he should say now? He decided on nothing at all but instead slowly got up, went to the bread box, took two slices of bread and opened the fridge: "Still hungry," he commented and soon sat down again next to his parents. A conversation about all sorts of trivial things ensued and Finn really struggled to keep himself in check. He wanted the diapers! Now! Only with half an ear he listened to his parents. His mother told him that she would soon be visiting Antonia again and asked Finn if he would like to come along again. He had gotten along so well with Paul last time! Finn wanted to: "Yep! It really wasn't that bad with them the other day. Paul is really a cool little dude. But I think I'm going to go to bed slowly!", he said and got up, almost deliberately slow. He was in no hurry, no, not at all!
Finn had to pull himself together not to run off immediately as he gave his parents a good-night hug, shuffled up the stairs, walked slowly down the hall, and finally, after that damned longest of all eternities in the rankings of all long eternities, arrived at his bedroom door.

There it lay now. If Finn had to compose a soundtrack for this moment, it would be the most fucking euphoric piece of music ever. An armada of strings, preferably a flute to boot, the full blast!

Bright white with little pastel blue and yellow triangles printed on it. Finn took it in his hand. No doubt about it, this was a pullup and not a diaper with adhesive tapes. So be it. The thing looked more or less like Pampers. Unlike the more or less discreet blue Drynites that looked like underpants, the designers of this pullup hadn't really tried to disguise its purpose. Even Paul would immediately know that what Finn was holding in his hands was a diaper. As if in a trance, the twelve-year-old felt the front of the fabric, pulled the side wings apart and smelled the diaper. Smelled a bit like drugstore. Finn couldn't help but squeal softly with delight. He quickly glanced nervously at his bedroom door. Closed. And from downstairs he could still hear his parents' voices, so no one could hear what he was doing. This was a real fucking diaper, in his hands! And he wouldn't have to hand it in right away or anything. No, it was meant for him! For him to pee in! 'How epic is that, then?" he thought to himself as he frantically pulled down his shorts and threw himself onto his bed, ready to wear a diaper again for the first time in many years.

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Timestamp: Mar 4, 2023 at 5:01 PM
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pierrylouys said:

Wow that’s was a good plan for Finn ! The only question is what brand is this diapers ?

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Yeah, that's a plan that worked out surprisingly quickly for Finn! But the story is far from finished at this point. This is just the beginning!

Actually, I discovered that, in the whole story, I have never exactly written which diapers/pullups Finn gets to wear at night. When writing the story, I searched for some pullups that look a bit more like diapers than goodnites - or drynites, as they're called here for some reason - do. I wanted that the visual indication that Finns pullups are diapers-that-you-could-pull-up-and-down and not just "just-in-case-absorbent-underwear" to be strong.

So I've settled on the "babydream good night pants L": https://www.rossmann.de/de/baby-und-spi ... 5615757322
An extremly babyish name and design for a product aimed at 8-15 year old kids if you ask me ... But infact, this is the diaper-brand from one of the two biggest german drug store chains. And the other big chain sells their pullups by the brand "babylove" instead of "babydream". Thats very amusing when you compare them to Ninjamas and Goodnites who try to distinguish themselves a lot more from diapers. They're really not trying to pretend those pullups aren't diapers which is a great thing in my opnion. I just wonder if that's really good for their sales.

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Timestamp: Mar 9, 2023 at 9:55 PM
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jaredc3 said:

Loving this story! Looking forward to more!

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Thank you for the nice feedback! Really appreciate it.

The Metamorphosis
Ep. 5 - Day Seven Pt.1: Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?

Gently, Finn unfolded the pullup and climbed in with his feet first, then pulled them up just like a pair of ordinary underpants. He hurried. He had already started holding it in when he was still at the swimming pool and thus had to go badly by now. But even that he did not notice in this very moment and concentrated completely on the feeling, which this diaper, his very own diaper was causing. The pullup tightly enclosed his crotch and was so much thicker and softer than his underpants. It protruded further up, reaching almost to his belly button, pressing tightly against him and was so damn cloudy!

It felt soft when Finn ran his hands over the pullup diaper from the outside. Kind of like a hybrid of several layers of tissue and a seat cushion. Or something like that. Slowly, Finn walked a few feet through his bedroom, enjoying how the diaper created a little bit of resistance between his thighs with each step. How it crinkled slightly as he did so. But suddenly, there was a knock on Finn's door and the twelve-year-old froze in shock!

"Moooooom, just a sec!!!" he shouted, eagerly pulling his pajama pants over his pullup, "What's the matter?" he asked in an annoyed tone like only a child just before the onset of puberty can.

Finn's perceptiveness did not escape his mother's eyes looking first at Finn, then at his bed, and then back at him. Immediately he felt caught. But why? The pullups had been his mother's idea. He was allowed to wear them. More than that, he was even supposed to!
Satisfied, his mother stroked the hair of her only child: "I just wanted to say good night. And to remind you to go to the bathroom once more before you go right to sleep, kiddo." There it was again! His mother had called him kiddo. Her tone was also a little different than it usually was. Not demanding nor admonishing, but rather protective. Finn didn't quite understand what was going on at that moment while hugging his mother, "Yup, I will!" he said while thinking 'Definitely not!'. He sureley had to go badly, but that would certainly end up in the wonderful diaper between his legs, as it would every night from now on.

Of course, Finn went to the bathroom anyway, even before his mother had left his room. Sat on the toilet and, as he sat there like that, made every effort to hold his pee while looking at the pulled down pullup between his legs. Diapers, but designed for easy pulling up and down. In Finn's eyes, there was no reason to pull down diapers. But of course Finn understood the purpose of these pullups. They were designed for children who should be able to go to the toilet, but didn't always do so reliably. For example, during the day, like a few children in his kindergarten class, who often held in while playing until it was too late. Above all, however, probably at night, as he now did. So he was now a boy who was expected to be old enough to be dry, but whose parents knew he wasn't quite ready yet.

Only a few moments later, Finn simply stood up again, flushed the toilet as an alibi, pulled his blue pajama shorts back over his pullup, and was about to wash his hands when his reflection in the large, floor-to-ceiling bathroom mirror caught his eyes. Finn was surprised when he looked at himself that way. He looked exactly the same as he always had. Not the slightest detail indicated the pullup under his pants. Paul's diaper was always so clearly visible in the way it bulged through his pants, but Finn's diaper wasn't visible at all.
The twelve-year-old then pulled his pajama pants down about a hand's breadth, so that the white cuffs of the pullup stuck out a little bit out at his back. Finn felt it wasn't a problem if anyone could see that he was wearing a diaper. As he held his hands under the stream of warm water, flowing out of the faucet in the middle of the large angular double sink, he suddenly came to realization how urgently he in fact had to pee. In a hurry, he turned off the faucet, wiped his hands dry on his pajama pants, and ran back to his room.

Finn hastily closed the door to his room, jumped into his bed and pulled the covers over himself. Now he could finally let go! Certainly, Finn could have just as easily wet himself at the bathroom sink, but after a week of bed-wetting, he had apparently gotten used to it. The overhead lamp was still on and Finn had just eagerly pulled up his pajama pants, but was still wearing his sweaty Levis t-shirt from the summer day at the pool. Tense, he now laid under his blanket, having forgotten everything around him, and then suddenly, he just let go. Routinely, the twelve-year-old let all the fluid from his bladder loose. Like all the other times Finn had flooded his bed so far, it got warm at first. But then hot. Just a little wet. All the liquid stayed between Finn's legs, most of it in front, some between his legs, a little ran to his bottom. Like a sponge, the pullup puffed up. It was almost as if this little wonder thing was just turning his pee into warmth and getting incredibly soft meanwhile. Finn was thrilled!

To his surprise, it took the diaper only a few moments to absorb everything almost completely. Finn chuckled softly and grinned like a honey-cake horse. It felt fantastic, almost too good to be true. He felt almost no wetness anymore. Warm and soft like a cloud. No wonder Paul still wore diapers, he thought to himself, 'Which kid would want to go to the bathroom if that's the alternativet?' You could just pull this pullup down if you wanted to go to the bathroom, but Finn would prefer to never never do that. Never use a toilet again. At least at that moment. To wee into those magic things like a little boy from now on only!

Finn curiously touched his now wet diaper. It felt much thicker now as he stroked the front of it with one hand. Between the legs it had become noticeable. Slowly Finn pushed the covers aside to look at this wonderful result and couldn't help but notice that the diaper, which had been almost invisible under his pajama pants earlier, now stood out with a slight bulge when he looked closely. Finn braved a few steps through his room, swapped his Tshirt for the pajama top, dug his smartphone out of the pants lying on the floor, and plugged it in next to the bed. With every movement and every step, the warm diaper snuggled up to him. Not in such a way that it interfered, but always in such a way that its presence was clearly noticeable. After he dashed into the bathroom one more time, to drink enough so that he would soon have to pee himself again, he finally laid back down in his bed. Without looking at his phone again, he turned off the light and snuggled under the covers with his pullup. This must be how Paul felt! Finn could hardly believe the luck that had come his way this evening! His thoughts continued to circle around diapers for a long time before he finally drifted off to sleep.

When Finn finally woke up the next morning, his pullup felt soaked,
swollen everywhere and felt heavily on his crotch. No wonder, after all, he had woken up twice during the night and had used his pajama panties correspondingly often. Last evening, the twelve-year-old had been amazed at how quickly the diaper felt dry again after he had peed in it for the first time, but by now that was a thing of the past. Finn clearly felt that his pullup had become really wet. And that was a damn cool feeling!

Energized, the sixth grader jumped out of his bed just moments after waking up. Normally, Finn would spend a few moments on his phone on a summer vacation morning before getting out of bed, but he left that to the side today. Instead, he walked toward the kitchen with a decidedly happy grin, amazed at how the pullup wobbled back and forth slightly with each step. How far it hung down heavily between his legs by now, pressing against his thighs. Suddenly he stopped abruptly and squeezed the front part of the diaper with both hands so that the warm pee was pressed out of the absorbent material again and flowed around inside the diaper. It was soooo soft! He jumped down the last steps of the hallway stairs, slid barefoot across the laminate floor and had almost arrived in the kitchen when his eyes fell on the hall mirror. Only a few months ago, Finn's mother had hung the mirror in the space between the living room door and the entrance to the kitchen. It hadn't been long since this had been the spot where Finn's height and growth used to be noted on the wall, all the little markings and dates, which then had fallen victim to a few careless brush strokes during the renovation of the hallway. Now the mirror hung there, in which Finn always briefly checked his appearance before leaving the house.

Even though the twelve-year-old probably didn't want to leave the house for the next few hours that morning, the mirror caught his eye and put an even more satisfied smile on the boy's face. Last night, Finn's pullup had only been visible by the glaring white rim peeking out of his pants, but that had changed completely overnight, literally. Finn's pajama bottoms now looked like Paul's Pampers did under his jeans. Clearly, they bulged the almost-seventh grader's admittedly thin pajama pants between his legs, and even as Finn turned to his left with interest he had to acknowledge that he had a classic diaper butt. Finn had been lying on his back when he had used his diaper for what it was made for during the night and a corresponding amount of pee had run to his bottom. Thus, the pullup on Finn's butt hung particularly low and instead of his butt crease, there was only a flat surface to be seen. If he had intended to hide his diaper from someone, he would have realized by now that this endeavor would have no chance. It was immediately visible that a rather wet pullup was hiding under his short pajama pants. Luckily Finn didn't have to worry about it, quite the opposite. One was supposed to be able to tell that he had soaked his diaper like a little boy! In general, Finn felt so young this morning! Sure, he was young, only twelve, the adults always told him. But that wasn't really so young anymore, he thought.
Finn quietly hummed a melody, the origin of which he did not even remember, while he got a carton of milk from the refrigerator and then climbed on the kitchen stool to fish the cereal box with bowl from the wall cabinet. With every movement always to feel: His diapy. Actually, it wasn't a diaper like Paul's were, but hey, imagination and all that. What else should Finn call them in his mind? pampers? pully? Finn had to chuckle when he thought of the word pully. Now that really sounded silly. In the meantime, he happily jumped back onto the floor and, with the milk carton tucked under his arm, the cornflakes in one hand and the bowl in the other, scurried into the adjoining living room.

Many tiny light beams shone through the slits in the blinds into the interior of the living room. Yesterday Finn's parents had apparently lowered them to keep at least a small part of the heat outside the house from entering. Although it was relatively late by Finn's morning standards, it was still pleasantly cool and the light of the morning sun made the living room seem a bit like a cave. It was quiet and peaceful at this time, with only the sound of crickets chirping in the nearby fields coming through the tilted windows.

Finn, on the other hand, wasted no thought on the peaceful scenery of the living room, instead letting the bowl slide clatteringly onto the coffee table and reaching for the TV remote instead, navigating through the entertainment device's menu to the YouTube app without looking. Seconds later, he was annoyed to discover that the app had once again logged out his account for no apparent reason, and instead of the latest videos from Battlebros and shroud, the embarrassing Youtube standard video suggestions suddenly awaited him.

"The 10 most extreme fish you've never seen!", emblazoned in capital letters as one of the first titles, but failed to have an effect on Finn and only elicited a snide grin from the boy while he pressed the down key several times repeatedly and in staccato to get to the app settings. The selection field bounced down and down until it suddenly stopped: "Spongebob S5E9 ..." was written in the title and caused a few synapses in Finn's brain to start sparking that hadn't been in use for quite some time. Spongebob! That crazy series with that weird sponge! He had watched it incredibly often on Nickelodoen a couple of years ago, until he had finally decided with the transition to secondary school that now he was too old for such children's shows.

Finn wasn't too old for anything that morning, he thought to himself as he let the episode play and grabbed the bowl of cornflakes, not to lounge on the couch and eat the delicious cerials as he usually did, but instead to lie belly-down on the exceedingly fluffy carpet in front of the sofa, just as he had always done in the past. His warm and swollen diaper was pressed against his crotch while the sixth grader wiggled his legs in the air and sipped the pleasantly cold milk, clearly feeling that he would soon have to pee again. Urgently. When Finn had to, it was always urgent!

Happly grinning, Finn looked up at the TV, supporting his head with his left hand and slurping from the bowl with the other while he gleefully let some more pee run into his pullup. It was getting hot again between his legs while the liquid gently tickled him as it continued to spread. Finn didn't pee for long, on the contrary, after only a short time he stopped the stream again. The feeling of losing control when it just started to run into the diaper, that was what fascinated him most that morning.

And thus for many more times he peed into the, from the supposed accidents of the night, already heavily used pull-up diaper , while one Spongebob episode after the next beamed over the pixels of the big flat screen. If Finn had been startled yesterday that it was already 11 o'clock when he had first looked into his friends' chat group to find that everyone had already arranged to meet at the swimming pool, this time he would be all the more frantic. Outside in front of the lowered shutters, the sun was high in the blue sky by now, and the nearby church tower had also rung several times during the time Finn had spent on the living room carpet in front of the TV without the twelve-year-old having registered it.

The next object, however, which drew attention to itself by ringing, Finn noticed. Instantly, it sent the almost-teenager into a tizzy. The sixth-grader's heart was beating wildly when the melodic sound of the doorbell made him suddenly emerge from the underwater world of the hyperactive sponge. Finn jumped up and was so excited that he didn't even notice how his soaked diaper suddenly hung down heavily between his legs. Who would be ringing the doorbell at this hour? What time was it anyway? Finn hurriedly sprinted down the hall to the intercom, careful not to be seen from the outside. Curious and anxious at the same time, he looked at the small monitor next to the receiver. Had Toby perhaps stopped by on his way to the swimming pool? Or someone else? The relief in Finn was enormous when he only saw the face of a mailwoman on the small display. Whew! Finn was relieved and turned on the heel of his feet to return to the living room. A few seconds later, the mail carrier would fill out one of those "we didn't encounter you" notes and his mother would simply pick up her new book or whatever she had ordered this time from the neighbors or the post office. Finally, a problem that just solved itself! Quite in contrast to the rusted ball bearing of the front wheels of Finn's skateboard.

But Finn did not go back into the living room. He froze in his movement and looked at the image of the small surveillance camera that his security-conscious father had installed while Finn was struggling with himself. The mailwoman waited for many seconds in front of the fancy house while an idea sprouted in the boy's head and grew bigger with every moment. It was like at the beginning of the week when Finn had deliberatly pissed his pants in Paul's room. From the first moment the twelve-year-old had come up with this more or less crazy idea, it had been clear that he was going to do it. He just needed the time to admit it to himself.

And so it was again, only this time everything went much faster. Finn took another quick look in the hallway mirror and meanwhile waddled to the front door. In joyful anticipation of his new computer mouse, Finn had already accepted the mail in his pajamas a few weeks ago, but he didn't have a visibly soaked night diaper on then. But that was exactly the reason that made the twelve-year-old now push down the doorknob and open the front door. The thought that he must seem to the mail carrier like a little boy for whom it was apparently so normal to be romping around in his wet diaper all morning that he wasn't even embarrassed to receive the mail dressed like that. It just fit perfectly into the world of thoughts Finn had slipped into this morning with his diapers and Spongebob.

"Hellooo?" Finn asked curiously as he opened the door, causing the mailwoman's facial expression to change from annoyed to delighted in one fell swoop, "Hi there! Is your mom or dad home?" she asked the sixth grader after looking at him briefly in surprise. The way she looked at the admittedly rather small twelve year old and also the way she addressed him made Finn sure that she judged him to be several years younger than he really was. He was also sure that the mailwoman had noticed the bulging diaper between his legs.

Wordlessly and vigorously, Finn shook his head.

"Oh! Can you take a package for them then?" she asked him kindly.

Finn nodded as cheerfully as wordlessly.

"Here," the mail carrier said and handed Finn a small cardboard box with the imprint of a large online retailer: "Now you just have to write your name on this cool thing here," she explained patiently afterwards and held out her terminal and the accompanying pen to Finn: "You can write already, can't you?" she asked a little uncertainly.

"Of couuuuuuuurse!" Finn replied, slightly indignant. Hellooooo? What did she think! What a few tousled hairs and a diaper could do. Suddenly people seemed to think he was a kid who wasn't even in elementary school yet!

"Great!" the mailwoman replied happily and held out the terminal to Finn while he slowly wrote his name on it in capital letters: "F I N N".

"Well then, thanks for your help, Finn!" the woman replied, visibly pleased, after accepting the terminal back. "Bye!", Finn called a bit excitedly and waved at the postwoman who had already made her way back to her little electric truck, whereupon she waved back delightedly. Finn happily closed the door, tossed the book package onto the dresser, and looked at himself in the mirror, thoughtful but amused by the situation.

"'If I can write yet?" he muttered, intrigued. Sure, the wildly sticking out hair combined with his not-so-cool pajamas made Finn look younger than he was. And yes, the now all too obvious outline of his diapy certainly did the rest. But did he really look that small? Finn pondered whether he should be offended or astonished in view of this fact, but then decided for the latter.
What prevented him from lying back on the carpet and continuing to watch Spongebob was a cursory glance at the kitchen clock, which revealed that it was already half past twelve in the afternoon!

A little reluctantly he now trudged up the stairs, threw himself first on his bed to read the few messages that the small part of his friends, which had not yet gone on vacation, had written in the course of this morning. Not much. Bored, Finn dropped his phone from his hand onto the mattress below and squeezed his thighs together to feel the warm, soggy diaper more intensely. Abruptly, he moved his upper body into upright position. He really had to get going by now! He had certainly missed enough this morning, who knows what Toby, Sarah and the others had done in the last hours without him at the pool?
But Finn didn't want to! Well, he did, of course he wanted to go to the pool, but most of all he didn't want to take off his night diaper already! For so many years he had done without diapers, and now the prospect of an afternoon without a pullup underneath his shorts seemed like an almost invincible torture to Finn.

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Timestamp: Mar 11, 2023 at 10:41 AM
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pierrylouys said:

So cute little finny ! Hoping his mommy catch’s him in the living room with his diaper butt in the ar swinging his little legs so cute

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Ummm I dunno if that would be good for Finn if his mom would catch him like that. Would certainly arise some questions, one of them being "why are you still wearing your night-time pajama pants??"

Peartree said:

That sounds like an amazing pull up and highly absorbent. Very surprised it didn't leak, but I'm guessing Finn's bladder isn't that big.

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Well, it's a pull-up for nighttime-use, so I guess it has to be more absorbent than daytime training pants ... but yeah, Finns bladder - like him - really is not that big for his age. But of course, pull-ups have limited capacity compared to real diapers. We'll see how they can keep up with all the pee since Finn uses them just like he would use diapers right now ...

Bedwetter12 said:

Interesting to see how his little brother reacts to him wearing diapers now

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Ummm ... do you perhaps mean Paul, the son of Finn's Mother's Friend? Finn is an only child and thus has no little brother that could tease him or do nasty stuff like that Paul on the other hand, wearing pampers himself, will probably be quite happy to not be the only kid wearing diapers from now on - if he somehow discovers, that Finn needs them at night aswell now.

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Timestamp: Mar 16, 2023 at 10:01 PM
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tam1623 said:

Great story so far thanks

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Thank you very much for your compliment, glad you like it!

Bedwetter12 said:

Right! And yes I think Paul would feel better he’s not alone in wearing diapers for once

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Yeah, that really would be great for Paul. But how do you imagine, Finn could be permitted to wear his pull-ups during the day? I'm not quite shure if his mother would like the tought of that ...

The Metamorphosis
Ep. 6: Day Five Pt. 2: A game of chancesMuffled sounds swirled around Finn as he dove deep into the light-filled swimming pool. Above him, the powerful sun glistened in the water and all the people swimming above him looked a bit like a swarm of bustling tadpoles in their movements. Finn, however, didn't have time to look at the pool from this unusual perspective any longer; after all, he didn't have any gills either. He hurriedly searched the bottom of the pool with his eyes before the urge to finally take a deep breath of air again prompted him to swim back to the surface quickly.
"Ha, did I say! Is well hidden, huh?", Tobias hooted. Suddenly everything was loud again and the muffled sounds heard underwater regained their usual sharpness and volume. Water splashed into Finn's face while he adjusted his diving goggles and gasped out of breath: "Yes ... fully," he answered monosyllabically while swimming to the edge of the pool. Next to Toby and Sarah, who were the last two members of the friends crew still at the pool this afternoon. Finn's best friend Luca had recently left for a few weeks' vacation in the USA and some others had already left for warmer or at least more interesting places than the small southern German town.

But that didn't stop the three from spending this day in the pool like any other. After they had already spent many hours on the water slides, on the volleyball court and also on the seemingly endless lawn, the three now went into the 13-feet-deep area of the largest pool of the swimming complex. They had gotten a ten-cent coin and alternately one the friends was assigned the task of hiding the coin somewhere on the bottom of the pool and then anotherone had to find it and bring it back up. Sometimes they simply threw the coin overhead into the pool.

The parents of the three teenagers would probably have chanted that one should not play with money, but it was this very idea that made the whole thing interesting for the group.

"Wanna have a hint?", Sarah asked Finn, who answered emphatically cool: "Naaaah, I'll find it!" He took another deep breath, adjusted his goggles and disappeared underwater again. "He'll never find it!" rejoiced Toby, while he and Sarah dipped their heads into the water to get a better look at Finn.

It was all a matter of perspective. A sentence that could actually be applied to everything and also meant the trick to successfully finding the cent coin in this scenario: Angle of incidence equals angle of reflection, the physics teacher of Class 6a had taught the more or less interested students just a few weeks ago, one of the basics of optics. Translated to a swimming pool, that meant, and Finn had long since grasped it: Finn just had to happen to look down at the ground from the right place and he would see the sunbeam reflected from the coin flashing brightly. Of course, the angle also played a role, so the whole thing was more like a game of chance than a simple recipe for finding the treasure. A gamble with a ten cent stake.

Finn had to surface twice more before he finally realized that Toby had observed his little trick in the past and had been one step ahead of him this time. Certainly, Toby sported a satisfied grin on his Face when Finn finally appeared with the coin in his hands: "Wow, that was mean!" the diver said and threw the small round piece of metal at its owner. Tobias had carefully placed the coin in the center of the large steel pool drain, which glistened brightly enough on its own when the sun hit it, so that the coin's gleam was completely outshone. The coin could shine however brightly when it was surrounded by a surface that would always shine far brighter. Thus, the coin became an inconspicuous object in this particularly conspicuous environment. It is always a matter of perspective.

"Haha, did I screw you over real good!" Toby stated with a smug grin as he rested his arms on the edge of the pool and lifted his chin slightly to express his gloating.

"Nice trick," Finn admitted with a smile as he also swam to the edge of the pool.

"Did I nail it?", Toby savored the moment of victory a little longer.

Finn cocked his head slightly to the side, raised his eyebrows and formed a pout, "Hm, depends ..." he replied visibly unimpressed.

"Naaaaaaaaaaail it?" insisted Tobias.

"Tobyyyyy," Sarah rolled her eyes in annoyance and put a hand on his shoulder.

"You wouldn't have expected that, admit ...", Tobias started again. Suddenly he was abruptly interrupted in his sentence. A small blue plastic ball hit the back of Tobias' head and splashed in the water in front of him.

"Ugh!" Tobias announced, startled and irritated, as he spat out chlorinated water.

"You didn't expect that, did you?" giggled Finn.

Annoyed, Tobias grabbed the ball and pressed it against Finn's head to push him away.

"Ummm ... Could I have my ball back?" a boy's voice suddenly asked from behind.

Finn craned his neck to spy the ball's owner. Surely this couldn't be ...

"Is that your ball, play-child?" asked Tobias angrily. Behind him at the edge of the pool stood the addressed, Joshua, anxiously and wiggled nervously with his toes. His ball was always in the wrong place at the wrong time, Finn thought to himself with amusement.

"Yep," Joshua replied, "Can I have it back, pleeeease?" he asked again, extending his right arm in Toby's direction.

Tobias looked at Joshua out of the corner of his eye and extended his hand. Threw the ball in a high arc to the left. Finn's eyes followed the trajectory of the dark blue ball against the light blue sky and saw it fly over the mesh fence that separated the swimming pool from the hillside. The ball hit the ground and quickly disappeared from the view of the four classmates as it rolled down the hill.

Joshua squinted his eyes, "You dummy!" he said sadly and offended as he indignantly turned and ran back to the opposite non-swimmer pool. Finn glanced briefly after the little ten-year-old with his hair swinging wildly before turning back to his two friends.

"You dummy," Sarah snorted at the unusual insult.

"More like crash test dummy," Finn also quipped. Tobias and Sarah celebrated at Finn's word joke, he himself, however, somehow didn't really want to laugh along. Why did Toby have to throw the ball away? He really was an asshole sometimes.

"Suuuuuch a loser," Tobias hissed contemptuously as he folded his arms behind his head and looked up at the cloudless sky in boredom. Finn, on the other hand, looked at the frantically sloshing water glistening in the sunlight below his neck and said nothing.

A few hours later, with a loud squeak, Finn opened the. covered with peeling-off blue paint, metal door of the locker in the roofed locker room area of the public pool. Cautiously, Finn took out his longboard, which was tucked diagonally into the locker, and tucked it under his right arm. With a mixture of melancholy and thoughtfulness, he looked back at the pool area once more before removing the small metallic-red combination lock from the holder on the locker and routinely putting it in his pants pocket. He quickly took his smartphone out of the front pocket of his small dark blue Burton backpack before shouldering it and leaving the area. Finn headed straight for the iron turnstile, not even glancing at the hairdryer stations. It was warm enough that his hair would dry quickly enough on its own, and with the hairdryers too high up anyway, he never got his hair done to his liking. He also passed the toilet cubicles. Admittedly, the twelve-year-old already had to go again a little again. But soon he was home anyway. And if one could, one rather avoided the swimming pool toilets.

Thoughtfully, Finn pushed his way through the turnstile and strolled more slowly than usual across the gravel parking lot in front of the public pool. He didn't even think to turn on music, as he usually did. Finn was tense. Tense and excited. In about an hour, he was supposed to go to the doctor with his mother. Because of his bed-wetting. Finn was unsure exactly what to expect. Whether the doctor would notice that he was just pretending not to notice? He wondered if there was any way to tell. Hopefully not, he thought to himself, and walked past the area of the fence where visitors usually hooked up their bikes. One of the bikes was lying on the ground next to the fence, with a boy about Finn's age next to it. He had his head resting on his right arm in frustration, meanwhile playfully piddling with the bottom Velcro of his red and blue sandals with his left hand. Joshua.

Finn routinely dropped his longboard onto the asphalt of the beginning paved path and stepped onto the board with his right foot. Just before he took off, he finally realized what he had just seen: "Are you okay?" he asked, obviously addressing Joshua in the absence of others. The latter looked up and looked at him suspiciously with narrowed eyes. Finn kicked the lower end of the longboard with his right foot so that it shot up into the air and routinely took it back under his right arm. He turned and walked up toward the fence, accompanied by the sound of crunching gravel stones.

"Nothing's okay," Joshua muttered and Finn suddenly felt really bad. Sure, Joshua, who everyone at school just called play-child had worked hard on his reputation. Or rather, he didn't bother to hide the fact that he was, well, just a play-child. But Toby's ball-throwing move earlier had really been super unnecessary aswell, Finn thought to himself.

"Because of the ball?" Finn asked into the silence of the summer afternoon.

"Uh, also ..." Joshua replied, his head still down at his sandals while Finn knelt down in front of him. The dark-blond ten-year-old reached for the bicycle pump lying next to him and took it in his hand. Hesitantly, he replied, "My tire is flat."

"Ohhhh," Finn observed. Well, he could have figured that one out by himself: "Pumping it up won't do anything?" he asked

"Nope," Joshua replied while twisting the top end of the air pump, "Already called my parents on the pool phone, but they can't pick me up for another hour."

Finn was familiar with that. It would probably take his parents even longer to get back from the office, he thought to himself as he sat down on the floor next to Joshua and opened his backpack. Briefly, he rummaged around in his backpack. The wet swimming trunks, the towel, the small Bluetooth box as well as the saddle bag that had fallen off his mountain bike the other day he pushed aside until he suddenly found what he was looking for. His water bottle.

"Thirsty?" he asked, taking it out and holding it out to his classmate.

Joshua hesitated. Glanced up, looked the barely taller npy in his eyes The twelve-year-old smiled, not maliciously, but rather friendly. Finn had never really annoyed Joshua, but his friends had. And Finn had never done anything about it until now.

" Yup," Joshua admitted and took Finn's water bottle, popped the lid and drank thirstily from the matte black water container that its owner had received as a gift together with their backpack. Meanwhile, Joshua's blue Scout bottle, printed with the Felix bunny, was lying in the bottle cage of his bicycle and had long since been emptied. He set the bottle down again and found himself out of breath, "Boah really yummy!" His depressed facial expression changed back to his familiar curious-awakened smile.

"Yeah, right?" replied Finn, nodding and able to relate to Joshua's enthusiasm, "Cherry-flavored water!" he said, grinning likewise. Vitamin water with cherry flavor simply was cool.

Joshua handed the bottle back to its owner, Finn tossed it back into the backpack, and the only thing that filled the silence for the next few minutes was the summertime chirping of crickets and a few outdoor pool noises blown by the wind. Screaming children, splashing water. In the distance, on the federal highway on the other side of the valley, which was to be replaced by the new bypass road in the fall of that year, a motorcycle wound noisily through the curves. None of the boys said anything. Finn fumbled sheepishly with the white laces of his Nike shoes.

"Whoa, it's warm today!", Finn commented, suddenly understanding why adults were always talking about the weather. "Yeah," Joshua replied, unimpressed.

Another time Finn opened his backpack and reached into its darkness. If no one was going to say anything, at least music should fill the silence. In any case, Finn didn't want to just leave now. His fingers groped for the perforated surface of the small speaker, but suddenly felt something completely different. The zipper of his bicycle saddlebag. And in that moment Finn remembered the saying about the trees and the forest that you couldn't see for all the trunks, branches and leaves.

"Wow, I forgot about that!" he whispered, excitedly pulling the small bag out of his backpack. He hurriedly fumbled out a small turquoise-green plastic box and a bicycle multitool. A tire repair kit, equipped with rubber patches of various shapes and sizes, the appropriate glue and a bit of sandpaper: "hey, we can easily fix your tire with this," he said euphorically, pushed himself off the ground and lifted Joshua's bike.

"Wow, great!", Joshua said, jumped up aswell and grabbed the quick-release fastener of his front bike tire to detach it from the bike frame, while Finn quickly read through the small instructions on the back of the small box to be able to remember again to some extent how to actually mend a bike tire. Hadn't done it in ages. "Step 1: Inflate tire with air and hold under water to locate leak. Mark the leak," he muttered. What was that? "Fuck, we need a bucket of water or something to dunk the tire in first!" he noted.

"Ummmmmm ...", Joshua thought for a moment: "Swimming pool?", and pointed to the fence behind the two: "But I think the lifeguard will get mad if we go to the pool with a bicycle tire", he thought.

"And especially with stree-eeet shooooes!!," Finn quipped, overemphasizing his imitation of the lifeguard.

"The Drassel?", Joshua chimed in the small stream that wound along the side of the slope above the pool.

"Right! Good idea!", Finn agreed, snapping enthusiastically. "Come on!" said Joshua excitedly and started pushing his bike. Finn took a moment longer to sort out the mess he had made with his spread-out backpack contents and quickly hurried after his classmate.

Both turned left onto the steep dirt road that led to the back of the swimming pool. Joshua pushed his bike determinedly up the slope, glancing uncertainly at Finn from time to time. Again it was silent except for the rubbing noise of the broken front tire and the characteristic rattling of a bike being pushed.

Finn noticed that he still had not turned on any music. But somehow that was just not the right thing to do now.

"I ... I'm ... I am ... sorry about the ball earlier," he said all of a sudden, as if out of nowhere.

Joshua glanced into his eyes, but looked away before he started to answer, "Why? Why do you always have to do that?" he asked, and his enthusiasm for action seemed to have given way to frustration again, at least judging by his voice.

"Uhh, that was ... I think ... Toby did ...," Finn continued, suddenly starting to look at the grass in front of his feet himself, rather than in Joshua's direction himself. He was ashamed of what Toby had just pulled off: "I thought it really sucked, too," he finally said without thinking: "Guess sometimes he's a real jerk!" he added. The way he had made fun of Finn when he had said goodbye to Luca, that had also been such an asshole move by Tobias, the twelve-year-old thought to himself quietly.

"Sometimes...", Joshua said quietly, "But thanks for helping me with the bike!", he added after a thoughtful pause and looked over again to his visibly embarrassed classmate, who himself was still staring at the ground. "Come on, hurry up!" said Joshua suddenly, suddenly sounding again like the hyper boy he so often was at school.

"You just have to undo the quick release there in front," Finn gave as advice to the kneeling Joshua in front of him and the bike, who was so just trying to separate the front wheel from the rest of his bike. "I did, you dumbass!", he answered with conviction and wiggled the completely loose screw around as if to prove it: "But it still doesn't come off properly, just a little bit!", he said thoughtfully and tried to pull the wheel out: "With my bike it works like this!", Finn said strained, after all he held the front part of the wheel upwards the whole time. If he had one hand free, he would probably be searching "change bike tire howto" on Youtube right now.

"Ahhh!", Joshua suddenly announced, "It's stuck on the brakes!", he said and pointed at the brake shoes, which prevented the front wheel from coming off the frame completely. Finn looked down at the part his ten-year-old classmate was fiddling with and only saw Joshua push open a small metal lever and then flip the brake system to the side. Joshua effortlessly pulled the tire off the bike and Finn was finally able to put the bike down with relief.

"So, uh I think now you take this lever here ...", Finn tried to explain recognizably unsure and clipped a plastic part off his multitool: " ... and put this under the coat around ... yeah".

He didn't get any further than that, because Joshua had already grabbed the small plastic tool and stuck it between the rim and the jacket and now began to lever the latter off the former: "Wow, that's really easy!", he found. It wasn't long before the two boys had completely separated the tube from the wheel. Finn put his longboard aside and both of them carefully walked down on the small wood lying around to the river, which at this time of year had more the character of a small brook and meandered lost in the middle of the already not very large riverbed.

Finn squatted carefully on the muddy ground, eager not to get his jeans shorts dirty as well as his shoes. Joshua, meanwhile, had knelt in the mud with his bright green three-quarter pants and was operating the air pump. It was pleasantly shady and noticeably cooler than on the dirt road in the small, lower riverbed. Glittering, the sun's rays only occasionally made it through the dense thicket of leaves on the surrounding trees, and instead of the ubiquitous chirping of crickets, the two boys' ears were now mainly filled with the babbling of the small stream.

Pleasantly cool water flowed over Finn's hands while he held the hose under water and looked into the water to search for air bubbles.

" Nothing! Keep going!", Finn said and Joshua turned the hose further so that Finn could examine the next section. As Finn's hands continued to be drenched by the water, he slowly realized again that he needed to pee. No problem, the bushes and trees bordering the stream offered more than enough hiding places to relieve himself. The cool water flowing past his hands reminded his body very much of the swimming pool water, where Finn could usually just pee in his trunks unnoticed and did it often enough. He was also relatively sure that he was not the only one who avoided swimming pool toilets in this way. Well, at the river, in his normal clothes, it would be much more conspicuous. But it was just what brought Finn to it. After all, Joshua had already seen him wet his pants once.

Finn just let loose. Seven days ago he had to make an effort to pee in his pants in Paul's nursery, but now he seemed to be used to it. It was much easier for him to overcome his inner resistance. He briefly let his pee run free, but then stopped again. A few seconds passed until he himself could feel the warmth and wetness. Finn turned the tire a little further again and acted as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, a ping-pong ball-sized stain had formed on his jeans.

Joshua was also focused on his tire and continued pumping air into the rubber hose. Finn wordlessly continued to turn the hose, stared into the water below, and let loose again. This time it immediately got warmer and wetter and since Finn meanwhile inconspicuously looked down at his jeans, he could watch the stain grow bigger rapidly. Ping pong ball, apricot, tennis ball, CD. Then Finn stopped again, this time by pressing a hand between his legs, that's what small children did after all, when they tried to hold on even though they had to go very rgently: "Hm, still nothing, the hole must come slowly!", he then addressed to Joshua, trying hard to seem relaxed.

Joshua, on the other hand, didn't even need a second to notice what was happening to Finn: "Do you have to wee?" he asked just as casually as Finn had just talked about the tire that needed mending.

As Finn had already noticed with Paul: First rule when you have to go to the bathroom urgently: Never admit that you have to go to the bathroom urgently! He shook his head. Categorizing look to Joshua: He pulled up his left eyebrow disbelievingly and of course did not believe Finn a word.

"Really not," Finn muttered.

"Go quickly, I'll wait," Joshua suggested, pointing with his head to the row of trees above the riverbed. Finn hurriedly walked up the grassy slope, his right hand still pressed between his legs. A good minute later he climbed down the same slope again, this time balancing himself with his hands and with a clearly visible, large wet spot on his pants. Joshua looked at him in surprise, but did his best to pretend that there was nothing unusual about Finn. The latter squatted down again next to the small stream and unconcernedly pressed the rubber hose underwater.

Joshua turned the tube again: "Stop, stop! There! Theeeeeeere!", Finn suddenly shouted. That was it. Suddenly it bubbled out of the water, Finn felt for the spot with his fingers and pressed on it until the bubbling suddenly stopped. Tense, Joshua pulled at the top of the tire and both boys bent over the rubber tube close together, taking in the tiny but still visible hole.

"Sandpaper?" asked Joshua, as if they were about to perform surgery.

"Coming," Finn replied monosyllabically, handing his classmate the small piece of cardboard. The ten-year-old expertly roughened the piece of tire. At the same time, Finn was already preparing to remove the protective film from the self-adhesive back of the patch. He wiggled his legs a bit to feel how the wet pants felt. Different from the wet pajamas at night. On the one hand, of course, less wet, on the other hand, it was a completely different experience to sit outside in the sun with wet pants.

"Patch?", Joshua asked and was promptly handed just that and stuck it on the spot to be treated.

"Let's perform a test next!", Finn suggested. He and Joshua acted as if the tire patching was something like a mixture of medical operation and repair, and the two of them something between surgeon and special mechanic.

A small part of Finn suggested that this was definitely too embarrassing and uncool for a seventh grader, but the remaining part of the twelve-year-old, meanwhile, was having a lot of fun with it. Joshua, on the other hand, didn't waste a thought on this question, instead pumping the tire back up with some air while Finn applied pressure to the tube. He held the rubber ring under water again, both of them looking down anxiously. "As you can see, you can't see anything. Why you can't see anything, that you'll see in a minute!" he joked.

"Operation successful!", Finn proudly announced and gave Joshua a highfive. The blond fuzzy head smiled from ear to ear and seemed to have completely forgotten the incident in the swimming pool. Relaxed, the two boys clambered back up through the undergrowth onto the small dirt path and quickly reassembled the bike. Joshua's formerly bright green shorts were full of mud at the knees, while Finn's Abercombie jeans were decorated with a wet stain on the front. Every now and then Joshua looked down at Finn's shorts and seemed to find it quite surprising that his classmate had just wet his pants more or less for the second time in his presence. The two boys chatted for a while until they parted ways and Finn skated back home over the smooth asphalt of the not-yet-opened bypass.

"Finny, do you want to go to the bathroom before we leave?" he heard his mother call from the hallway and winced slightly inside. So this was now the result of the two wet accidents that had happened to him during the day, his mother now reminded him again regularly to go to the bathroom.

"Nope, don't have to," he replied in a tone that sounded far more annoyed than Finn actually was by his mother's request. On the contrary, a mischievous grin could be detected on the face of the clever twelve-year-old while he closed his pocketbook. Relaxed, he lent and stretched after getting up from the garden lounger on which he had been lying on his stomach for the last half hour, sipping a cool mountain dew and listening to the music of the Bag Raiders.

Muted by the leafy thicket of the young maple tree under which Finn had strategically placed the lounger, the sun now shone pleasantly warm but not too hot on his face. The sixth grader didn't miss the opportunity to blink upward for another extended moment with his eyes closed to enjoy the warmth of the powerful summer sun.

"Fiiiiiiin?!" his mother, waiting for him at the patio door, called out again, rudely ending his reverie. Finn hurried inside, dashed through the hallway and quickly slipped his light blue sneakers over his feet. Shortly after, he was already sitting in the passenger seat of his mother's small Range Rover, enjoying the cool leather against his lower legs. Finn had finally been twelve years old for two months and had been able to assert himself against his mother after referring to the road traffic regulations and now no longer had to ride in the car with a child seat. Finn had Googled the law that said he had to be five feet tall or twelve years old, and he was finally allowed to sit in the car without his dark blue booster seat. Finn listened to the quiet roar of the engine, tilted the seat back and looked out of the car at the summer landscape that he was to miss this afternoon while he nervously thought about the upcoming doctor's visit. What kind of examinations were in store for him? Would the doctor possibly even find out that Finn was wetting the bed on purpose? Could he even find out?

"Oh well, I see," the lanky black-haired doctor said about an hour and a half later, as he turned his gaze to Finn's mother and had her explain the frequency of Finn's nighttime and daily wetting. Finn sat to the left of his mother, alternately looking at his pediatrician and looking around the treatment room. Finn did not like his pediatrician very much, because he mostly talked to his mother and rarely included him in the conversation. However, when it came to the topic that had prompted his visit to the pediatrician today, the sixth grader was very glad that his role was limited to listening to the conversation between the two adults and rocking his legs back and forth.

"So when Finn wets, it's always a complete bladder voiding?" asked Doctor Bender of his mother.

"Actually, yes," she replied thoughtfully, "Only today when he came back from the swimming pool his pants were just a little wet."

"Okay, well," the doctor murmured, adjusting his glasses, "Finn, how is it, do you not notice at all when you have to go or only very late?"

"Uh-uh," this was now unexpected for Finn. "Well, at night I don't notice anything, only when, well, it's already out." Sure, he was asleep, and he was wetting the bed, that's how it works, Finn thought to himself nervously. Both the doctor and his mother noticed the nervousness of the little twelve-year-old, who shifted restlessly back and forth in his seat: "It doesn't have to be uncomfortable for you, Finn, it happens to children in growth phases from time to time," Doctor Bender rebuffed and looked into Finn's eyes through his glasses.

"So, Mrs. Samsa," he turned back to Finn's mother, "I'll make you a referral to the urologist, but please prepare a micturition log with Finn for the day and night. This is a small booklet in which you can write down when Finn goes to the bathroom or pees in his pants, or whether his diaper is wet or dry in the morning, according to the enclosed instructions."

Finn winced. Diaper. For the first time, his new nighttime underwear weren't referred to as "safety underpants," "pajama pants," or anything like that, but referred to as what they were and how Finn used them.

"Along with the referral, you'll also get a prescription for discreet pull-up diapers, which Finn can then use both at night and during the day, should things continue to deteriorate there," the medic finished his explanation, moved his chair back and stood up to escort his mother and him out of the treatment room. Finn's heart pounded and blood rushed to his head as he recapped what his doctor had just rattled off.

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pierrylouys said:

Now is getting serious ! Really hope finny have a play date with paul and Joshua with the three
Being paded and fawned by theirs mothers would be so cute

Ps did you post the original in German in other site ?

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Well … let‘s see what will happen. I don‘t want to spoiler anyone but I presume a lot of unvorseen things are about to happen …

I‘ve posted the original Story on some german-specific sites (wb-community.de, windelgeschichten.org) but also on wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/300807231-die-verwandlung

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Timestamp: Apr 9, 2023 at 6:45 PM
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BeKind said:

You wrote a great story.How cute finn is!I guess Joshua will find finn wearing diapers some day in the future.Joshua is kind.Thank u for your creation

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Joshua is really one of my favorite characters in the story! If Finn's friends would find out that he is a bedwetter, they'd surely ridicule him - but Joshua would never. Thank you much for your compliment.

JDC1982 said:

Following. Good job.

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Day 8: Finnpaul & Company Construction SE

As so often, Finn was awakened the next morning by a stinging sensation in his bladder. The combination of strawberry kiwi flavored iced tea and long evenings playing Battlefield regularly gave the soon-to-be seventh grader's bladder a very hard time. Just two days ago, Finn would now have had to get up tired and trotted eagerly to the bathroom. Instead, he rolled around in his bed one more time, feeling the already clearly wet pull-up diaper between his legs, and just let things take their course. An absolutely relieving feeling. The twelve-year-old sighed in relaxation, turned onto his back and stared contentedly into space while it grew warm again between his legs for the third time in this now fading night. All the way to the back of his bottom, the pullup became squishy-wet and puffed up even more. Finn pushed his legs apart a bit and just laid there for a while while he felt his pee being sucked up very slowly now. Diapers were just so great, Finn thought to himself, and was now especially looking forward to the upcoming morning with Spongebob cartoons and his soggy night time diaper.

Full of anticipation, he trudged barefoot down the marble stairs to the first floor, pleasantly cool at this time of year, just a few minutes later. His pull-up diaper sagged low and heavy in his short pajama pants, and Finn was thrilled by the way it wiggled back and forth as he walked. He jumped down the last steps of the stairs, ran through the large portal door into the living room and was already about to reach for the remote control when he was suddenly startled: "Good morning, late-sleepy-head!" his father, sitting at the set kitchen table, greeted him with audible delight as he turned the pages of the economy-part in his sunday newspaper. "And, slept well, big boy?"; his mother also asked, while her son, just dubbed "big" by her, stood five meters away from her with a clearly wet diaper under his pajamas.

Fuck!', Finn thought to himself and his synapses rattled: It was Saturday! Accordingly, his prospect of a relaxed diaper-cartoon-morning just finished completely. The leisurely weekend morning breakfast was one of the few occasions when the little family got together and had time for each other. Only Finn had lost all sense of time due to the summer vacations, which had already lasted more than one week, and had completely forgotten that today was Saturday.

No longer quite so euphoric and also much less racy, Finn walked the remaining steps to the dining table and sat down hesitantly with his diaper butt. It was a strange situation. His parents were behaving as they always did, but unlike usual, Finn was now sitting at the kitchen table in a pretty soaked diaper. Noisily, his father picked up the newspaper, unfolded it routinely, deftly folded the huge paper thing back up, and placed it between his Crossaint and the coffee cup. Finn reached over to the bread basket and took out a damn tasty-looking onion-grain roll.

His mother, who just operated the fruit juicer on the kitchen island, did not miss how Finn's pullup flashed through his high-slipped pajama shirt above his pants. A bright white edge, already somewhat frayed by the long night, made it immediately clear to everyone that her son was wearing a diaper. Almost like little Paul, she thought, and had to smile involuntarily.

"So, well-rested?" Finn's mother asked her son cheerfully while she placed a large glass of the freshly squeezed orange juice next to his plate and sat down on the chair at the head of the table. Casually, she clicked the metal button on the Institute ballpoint pen ready beside her plate and jotted something down on the folded-up piece of paper beside her.

"Yep," Finn replied to his mother still particularly relaxed, "And you?" he asked before taking a large sip from his orange juice glass.

"Likewise, now that you're no longer waking us up at night," his father joked and Finn had to giggle. That he and his parents could now sleep through the night again was undoubtedly one item on the long list of benefits of his night-time-diapers.

"Don't get too excited," his mom remarked as she made herself a jam roll, "Today we're going to start the micturition log, which means Finn has to be woken up twice during the night so his urine output can be logged."

"Mooooom!" said Finn in embarrassment, looking down at his plate.

"But Elisabeth, it felt so good to be able to sleep through the night again!" his father also whined, partially ironically. Finn's mother had taken to keeping the micturition log scientifically meticulous, much to Finn's frustration. Last night, she had studied the enclosed instructions, stretched the log sheet on a clipboard, and now meticulously entered Finn's drinking quantity and all the other data asked for in the columns.

Finn was already dreading it. In order to determine his urine quantity now a measuring cup stood beside the loo. He had only been able to get around using it for the first time last night by protesting to his mother that he didn't have to, and then holding his pee until he was permitted to put on his pullup right before going ton bed. He then burst out into the thin white diaper almost immediately, even before pulling up his pajama pants. But that was last night. They were to do the protocol for a total of four days in preparation for his urologist visit and Finn was already fed up with it.

"But for now, have a good breakfast, we have to go soon!" his mother followed up.

"Waff?" asked Finn startled as he chewed his roll, "Fehre?" The only place Finn had to go today was the pool!

"Well, to Antonia, did you forget?" his mother asked in amazement, "We were supposed to go to Effersburg again today together!"

"Ohhhh," Finn said, looking puzzled. He briefly looked wistfully at all the things he would miss at the public pool today, but quickly realized that he was looking forward at least as much to spending an afternoon playing Playmobil with Paul again.

The small family leisurely finished their breakfast, until Finn's father left for fishing and Finn and his mother left the kitchen table shortly after: "Please go to the bathroom again and don't forget to weigh your pajama bottoms for the protocol! Finn rolled his eyes in annoyance and strolled reluctantly up the stairs. He wanted to savor the last few minutes he could spend in his soggy pullup that morning.

He dawdled to pick out today's clothes from his closet while playing with the front of his snug diaper with one hand. The soon-to-be seventh grader rummaged through the drawers and settled on a white Tshirt with bright red sleeves and "Nice Try!" printed on it and a pair of light blue short jeans. Only when he opened the underwear drawer he hesitated. Next to the mostly dark-colored undershirts and boxers in Finn's closet resided a big stack of the pull-up diapers he'd been wearing since last night. Neatly stacked on top of each other, as if they also were underpants. As if not everyone who looked at the things would immediately understand that these were not underpants, but minimally more discreet diapers. The colorful yellow-blue triangles on the front did the rest. Finn stroked the fabric of the folded pullup with his free hand and took it out of the closet for a moment. Man, how damn he'd love to just put this thing on as underwear for the day right now! Finn struggled with himself for a moment. He looked down at himself, at the big diaper bulge between his legs and touched his butt. Sure, as wet as now these things were really not very inconspicuous. But dry? If he made sure that his shirt didn't ride up so that the magic things didn't peek out of his pants?

He hesitated for a moment, then decided against it, took a pair of boringly ordinary underpants from the drawer and disappeared into the bathroom. Only extremely reluctantly he took off his pajama pants, looked at the bulging, now no longer bright white but clearly yellowish pullup again briefly, before he cut the side wings of the same and folded the wet and heavy thing. Reluctantly, he placed it on the small scale on the bathroom counter and picked up the clipboard with the micturition log he hated so much. Judging by the design of the sheet, it was obviously designed for elementary school children, at least according to the brightly colored table markings and the blue clipart elephant on the side.

Three differently labeled tables were found on the sheet, the first of which was to record how much and often he drank liquid, the second to log his toilet trips during the day, and the third table to record the same for the night. The creators of the protocol form had apparently only provided a "wet" column for the night-column, in which he was supposed to note whether his diaper had been wet; in the blue day table, someone had instead drawn the corresponding column next to it by hand.

Finn quickly subtracted the value displayed on the scale from the empty weight of the pullup, as his mother had explained to him last night, and entered "17 oz" in the column. To pee into the measuring cup, however, he saved and simply entered a 0. After all, he had just wee'd his diaper anyway and had now set himself the goal of getting around the stupid protocol as often as possible.

Shortly thereafter, the twelve-year-old once again made himself comfortable in the passenger seat of his mother's car, which was much too big for him, and gazed up at the blue sky behind the windshield. Unlike usual, he had not arranged his hair in his usual cool side parting style after his morning shower with the help of a comb and hairdryer, but simply let it dangle wildly down over his forehead. Finn gazed in amusement at the traffic and the green, already a little yellowish landscape outside on the other side of the glass pane. It wasn't until they had already almost arrived in Effersburg, the hilltop county seat of the neighboring district, that Finn realized he had forgotten his smartphone at home. He hadn't felt any buzzing of the vibrating alarm, hadn't felt the desire to swipe across the smooth glass surface, simply hadn't thought about it.

Instead, the sixth-grader was full of anticipation of playing with children's toys for a whole day without embarrassment again. When he had first visited Antonia and Paul a week ago, he had initially been reluctant to play with the little boy, preferring to scroll sheepishly through social media feeds on his cell phone. However, he soon discovered that as a twelve-year-old, he enjoyed Playmobil much more than the age information on the packaging would suggest.

Finn's mother hadn't seen her son this hyper for quite some time when he literally jumped out of the car, pressed the doorbell before she did and, before the adults had even reached the door, ran into the house with Paul. "Hi Finn, come with me!" was all Paul had said without wasting any time. Paul apparently thought little of greetings and was only concerned with getting his playmate to join in as quickly as possible. A few seconds later, while their mothers were still greeting each other at the door and giggling at their two children, Finn found himself in the family's large garden, squatting next to Paul in his sandbox. "We're building a construction site!" the lively five-year-old initiated the soon-to-be seventh-grader into what was happening in the sandbox, and Finn stifled a remark that there was little point in building a construction site. Construction sites, after all, were created when you built something else! In keeping with the occasion, Paul was dressed in a red Bob the Builder t-shirt which was lined with all kinds of construction site equipment with friendly big googly eyes. Under his light blue cloth pants, which had already been extensively stained with sand, the contours of his pampers slightly shimmered through and Finn, by now a bit of an expert on the subject himself, could see pretty quickly that Paul's diaper was probably still relatively dry. Presumably, just like him, Paul had recently had to swap his wet night time diaper for his daytime underwear, with the big difference, however, that for the kindergartener this still meant a diaper. Man, Finn wanted one too! While Paul could now just pee in his cuddly-warm diaper, Finn had to go to the bathroom with what he saw as super unnecessary stuff for this super unnecessary embarrassing protocol. His hopes that he would get around the measuring cup by visiting Paul and Antonia today were abruptly dashed at the sight of the clipboard sticking out of his mother's small leather bag. While Finn used the large plastic bulldozer to move sand over to Paul's side of the sandbox, where he used an excavator to pour it into a dump truck, the two women sat down under the light blue and yellow striped awning on two sun loungers and both enjoyed a small glass of champagne.

"Oh," Elisabeth sighed, "If only all days were like this!" she chortled to her friend as they looked over at the two children in the sandbox.

"Wonderfully so relaxed! It's almost like the old days with you in the shared flat," Antonia replied, sipping her drink. For a moment, neither of the two women saw the need to say anything. Both had known each other more than half their lives and saw no reason for something as mundane as small talk.

"Look at our two boys in the sandbox," Elisabeth said amusedly and pointed to Finn, who was just emptying the dump truck: "Watching them like that, you'd think they'd been friends for ages ...", she faltered briefly and then added a bit more melancholically: "I haven't seen Finn play like that for ages. My God, my little boy has grown up so fast ..."

"Ohhh Lisey," Antonia replied relativizingly, "when I look at the two of them like that, I wouldn't even know which of them is the younger one now!"

The two friends laughed amusedly at Antonia's joke: "That's right, Tony," giggled Elisabeth and told them with a grin: "When Finn was sitting at the kitchen table this morning, still wearing his night-time-diaper, I also thought for a moment that I had my little Finny back."

"It's better that way, isn't it?" asked Antonia.

"You were spot on with that tip, finally sleeping through the night again! And Finn doesn't have any problems at all with the diapers, in contrast to this micturition protocol we're supposed to keep for the urologist. Man, that caused a spat yesterday!"

"Oh well, I can imagine that. Don't worry so much about it, they're just boys, they sometimes wet their pants!"

"Maybe you're right," Elisabeth mused, "Maybe I really do worry about it too much."

"You always worry too much!" smirked Antonia, "LIke ... remember when you met Phillip back in Göttingen ..."

"Boys, it's lunch time!" Elisabeth called a few hours later, as she placed the large fruit salad bowl on the garden table that the two women had just set. The two children looked up briefly from their now clearly expanded construction site only to apparently both decide lunch would have to wait a little longer. "Pauli, Finny! There's frozen yoguhrt for dessert!" shouted Antonia after them, and Paul immediately jumped up enthusiastically and ran screeching towards the terrace. Much more reluctant, Finn got up and walked hesitantly to the two adults who were just turning their attention to his five-year-old playmate.

"Mommy ...", Finn mumbled sheepishly, who had been calling his mother 'Mom' for quite some time because he thought it sounded cooler. Elisabeth turned to her son and immediately realized what the problem was: "Oh Finny, that's not so bad! It happens to boys sometimes!" she reassured her son and stroked his cheek encouragingly. Once again, Finn stood in front of her in soaked pants. The entire front of his short jeans was shiny and damp, leaving no doubt that Finn had once again wet his pants. There still were ways to get around the micturition protocol.

"I didn't notice anything!", Finn affirmed, slightly upset. Peeing his pants was great, but the embarrassment of situation like these still was a bit difficult for Finn, even though he enjoyed the attention that the two women now paid to him: "I'm sorry, I don't want to go home yet!" he asked, remembering the last visit with Paul and Antonia, which had to be aborted because of his wet pants.

"But Finny!", Antonia reassured him, kneeling down in front of him and stroking his hair, "You don't have to go home because of that, your mom has a spare pair of pants with her!"

"Oh Finn, it's all good! Come on, let's get you cleaned up first. Should I take Pauli right along too?" she asked her friend.

"Pauli? Would you like to be changed?" she continued her question to the five-year-old diaper child whose pampers had also been significantly used by now.

"No no!", Paul made it resolutely clear what he thought of this suggestion, while he stood interestedly next to Finn and watched how the boy, who half an hour ago had burst into his pants next to him on the edge of the sandbox, was now ashamed of his accident. Just a moment ago in the sandbox it had been completely different, suddenly Finn had frozen in the middle of the game and Paul could watch in amazement as first Finn's pants got wetter and wetter and finally the lawn underneath him did too. No sooner had the boy finished weeing his pants than he had put his index finger over his mouth and whispered, "Shhhh." The five-year-old quickly understood what Finn was trying to say: Just like Paul, who didn't like it at all when he had to interrupt his activities to change his diaper, even if his pampers were filled to the brim, Finn apparently wanted to avoid the adults getting wind of his mishap and having to take a break from playing, aswell. Pauli grinned, shrugged his shoulders and the two children continued to play as if nothing had happened.

Finn followed Paul and his mother through the large patio door into the pleasantly cool house. Pauli had taken his yellow plastic excavator with him and was now playing around with its shovel. "Heeey!" said Finn with a laugh after Paul launched a little attack on him with the toy, tickling the boy in return. "Digger attack!" shouted Paul while barely holding in his laughter.

"Finny, not now, you need dry pants first!" his mother admonished him, who had just noticed that the two children were no longer following her. Judging by her tone, she was also amused by the situation.

"Mommmmy ... yeaaaaah ... he started it, didn't he!" defended Finn indignantly.

"I didn't at all! Come on! You've got to get fresh pants!", Paul suddenly decided, took his playmate by the hand and went towards the stairs. The choice of words of the excited boy made Finn smile. Fresh pants', that sounded like 'fresh diaper'. After all, pants weren't actually fresh or unfresh. Diapers meant to be used for peeing had to be changed, made fresh. Freshly diapered. Paul seemed to think it was the same with Finn's pants. And he was right about that, but so far only Finn knew that.

"You can use my changing table!" the five-year-old finally said when he had led the three of them into his room. Finn had to grin. In the large open compartment under the changing table, fresh pampers were stacked side by side in several rows. Actually like in his closet with the pullups, Finn had to think involuntarily and smiled directly much more. On top of the large changing area, obviously adapted for the size of a large kindergartener like Paul, lay a pack of wet wipes and a tube of diaper cream laid next to the two small plastic mats in light and dark green. Finn imagined what it would be like to lie there on top and get diapered in one of the big pampers lying undernead instead of a new pair of boxers. It would be freaking perfect!

"Ohhhh, Pauli!" giggled Finny's mother, taking the wet wipe pack in her hand, "Very generous of you, but I don't think Finny needs a changing table anymore!"

Finn, meanwhile, looked at the changing table, lost in thought. "But Finny, I think the wet wipes are pretty good for cleaning up though, better take those!" she said, holding out a pair of turquoise shorts and a clean pair of black underpants to her son. Finn took a few seconds to react and then hurriedly grabbed his clothes.

"And you're better going to the bathroom again before you come back down!!!", Elisabeth called after her son as he scurried into the bathroom across the hall. "But I don't have toooo!" was all Finn replied to her, already closing the door.

When Finn strolled back out onto the patio a few minutes later, smelling of the aloe vera scent of the wet wipes, he saw his mother just putting another cross in the "wet" column on the clipboard. Visibly in a good mood, Finn threw himself down next to Paul on the bench of the garden settee. He didn't seem to care in the least that he had wet his pants again. The twelve-year-old happily rocked his legs back and forth and, together with Paul, pushed the excavator across the large wooden table.

"Boys, please! Put that thing down off the table, it's covered in sand!", Antonia begged the two excited children. "Nooooo!", Paul commented sadly, hitting his plastic bowl once more before Antonia unceremoniously took the digger off the table and Paul then crossed his arms in a huff. Finn, meanwhile, thirstily downed the large glass of lemonade down his throat, "Boah that's mega tasty, what brand is that?"

"Honey, it's homemade!" grinned Antonia, "Your mom and I made it earlier, just like the fruit salad."

"Yeaaaah!" said Finn, pouring himself another drink while his mom put some of the rich fruit salad on everyone's plate. Next to him, Paul fidgeted around, apparently not quite settled into sitting still at the dinner table. Unlike the past few days, it was pleasantly cool today, probably no more than 26 degrees. A light breeze brushed through Finn's hair and swirled the leaves on his mother's clipboard. Finn slid down on the colorful seat cushion, deeply relaxed, and smiled at his mother. He hadn't felt this carefree in a long time. He calmly ate his fruit salad and meanwhile listened curiously to the chatter of the two adults or looked over at Paul, who, in contrast to Finn, seemed to have the main intention of finishing his meal as quickly as possible. "So, what did you two build in the sandbox?" Antonia finally asked after her son had apparently decided that he had eaten enough fruit salad and was leaning back, mouth smeared with satisfaction.

"A construction site!" Paul replied again enthusiastically. Finn giggled and rolled his eyes, "Our construction company has nothing to do, so to keep the construction workers from getting bored, they just build a construction site!"

"Heheee, a little sandbox job creation plan!" joked Finn's mother along, lovingly waving her son's hair. Finn giggled, but didn't quite understand what that meant. But he didn't care; today he didn't have to try to emulate the adults and understand as much as possible.

"May we get up?" asked Pauli impatiently, abruptly straightening his upper body and drumming his feet impatiently against one of the table legs.

"Of course Pauli, but don't forget, there are frozen yoguhrts for dessert! You don't want to miss those, do you?" his mother asked him.

"Ohhh, please please! Can we ...?" asked Finn euphorically, his eyes shining. frozen yoguhrts was not actually something that caused storms of excitement in the twelve-year-old, but now Finn was also whining as if he was still a little child. Amused, his mother also noticed the change in her son's behavior: "Not until you've finished your plate," she said with a smile. Finn half-ironically grumbled, propped his head on his hand, pouted, and hurried to empty his fruit salad bowl as quickly as possible. A short time later, the two children had expertly devoured their little dessert in no time and Finn was wiping his mouth with the bright red sleeve of his T-shirt.

"Finny, will you please go to the bathroom again before you continue playing?" his mother admonished him.

"Mommmyyyyy," Finn whined, "I don't have to go at aaaaaall!"

Meanwhile, Paul jumped up from the bench and looked urgently at Finn. The latter's mother paid little attention to her son's response and held out the hated clipboard to him, "Off to the loo, Honey!"

"But I don't have tooooo!" Finn affirmed once again, took the documents in his left hand and went into the house again while Paul waddled with his thick diaper butt back to the sandbox. Now his mother already packed a change of clothes for him. Sent him to the bathroom. Finn had to grin as he walked down the hall and reviewed the events of the last few days. Somehow she was treating him like a little kid again. And apart from this absurdly stupid micturition protocol, this was, and that amazed Finn, somehow a really great feeling.

He had spent the whole morning with children's toys in the sandbox while his smartphone had vibrated from time to time on his nightstand at home. Messages came and went, and someone was probably uploading new stories on Instagram. Finn realized again that he hadn't taken his cell phone with him. He hadn't missed it. What messages were waiting for him? What were the others doing today? These were the questions the twelve-year-old normally asked himself. But today, somehow, the twelve-year-old was on a break, and Finn was acting a bit like a little boy again, partly on purpose, but also partly automatically.

He wondered if Paul still thought he was eight years old. That's what he had said the last time the little diaper pooper had asked him how old he was. He had followed a spontaneous intuition when he had lied to Paul without thinking about why he didn't just say he was twelve. He wanted to be more of a playmate for Paul and less of a babysitter. Also wanted to play as mindlessly as the five-year-old did with all his nice Playmobil stuff.

A few more hours passed at the large construction site in sandbox-town. Roads were leveled and heavy transports with sand rolled in. What needed to be transported to a sandbox construction site more urgently than sand? Work safety was apparently not the biggest concern at the construction site of the joint venture construction company Finnpaul&Company. Again and again accidents happened, construction workers got stuck in the sand and the rescue service had to arrive, complete with fire trucks. Unfortunately, the mothers of the two boys had not recognized the seriousness of the situation and asked Finn, the paramedic, in all seriousness if he had to go to the bathroom!

" Momaahaa, not now! I don't have tooo!" Finn grumbled and shook his head. Next to him, Paul squatted in the sand, just pushing the ambulance over the spoil heap and wearing what was obviously quite one soaked diaper. It hung bulging and heavy in his bright blue leggings. Many times during the past hours Paul had simply frozen like a crashed computer while playing. Squatted there motionless for a few seconds and shortly after continued to play as if nothing had happened. Only his diaper each time had gotten thicker. Meanwhile, the yellowish pampers had already squeezed out a bit from one of the two pant legs in search of expansion space that the tight pants could no longer offer it. Finn was fascinated and wondered if his pullups could get that thick too. What that must have feel like to Paul?

"I have a suggestion for you!" said Antonia and clapped her hands in a good mood: "You will finally get a fresh diapy and in the meantime Finn will go pee-pee again. Sor one doesn't have to play alone and the construction site just takes a break for a while!"

"Noooo!" both children answered in chorus, looked at each other and laughed. Paul didn't let his drenched diaper interfere with his play, and neither did Finn with his bladder, which was actually bursting again thanks to the homemade lemonade. "Mama, no!", Pauli emphatically followed up, crossing his arms and squeezing his legs together as far as his bulky diaper would still allow him. Finn shook his head again. To Finn's amazement, the two mothers left it at this one attempt at persuasion. "What's that poor man doing under the dozer?" asked Paul's mother instead with interest, pointing to the construction worker figure lying under the bulldozer and surrounded by matchbox ambulances that were not to scale. "That one got hit and now the ambulance is coming!", Paul explained whereupon Finn explained the emergency route system on the construction site. The ambulances and the fire department got everywhere as quickly as possible, which was necessary, after all, with as many work accidents as were happening here. The adults listened with interest to their two children and were completely enraptured by the fantasy construct that the two boys had come up with in the last few hours.

But for Finn, this was starting to become a problem. Five minutes ago, he had said that he didn't have to, lying of course. Now his mother and Antonia were still sitting on the edge of the sandbox and Finn was starting to need to go really bad, but he also didn't want to get up and admit that. Couldn't the two of them just go back to the terrace? Unobtrusively, Finn pressed his legs together and slipped a hand into his pants pocket to press against his crotch unnoticed. "Yes, and this is where the lake will go later, because the construction workers want something to splash around in during their breaks!" explained Paul meanwhile. Finn was glad that the two women just devoted their attention exclusively to the little builder and pinched his legs together. Damn, he had to go sooo urgently! Couldn't the two of them finally leave so he could pee his pants in peace? Why hadn't he admitted that he had to? But instead Paul told more and more about the construction site world and Finn was actually impressed by the imagination of the kindergartener.

"And if it hurts the construction workers, then they can be quickly transported by ambulance over the highway, which Finn has built!", the little boy told smiling.

"Yeah, up to the forest hospital or all the way to the other ... ", Finn explained in a not-so-serious tone and leaned into the middle of the huge pile of sand to point to the two ends of the large roadway embankment. Suddenly he winced. This had just been too much. The twelve-year-old felt the pee suddenly flowing out of him. Reflexively, he pressed both hands between his legs and felt it getting warm and wet down there. This time he wet his pants without meaning to. For the first time in ages. He bent over and clenched his thighs together, and only with difficulty managed to comply again.

"Finny, you do have to go to the bathroom after all! Now Quickly!" his mother said indignantly. Finn looked up startled and, still pressing both hands against his crotch, jumped up to run to the bathroom. No point. As soon as Finn stood, everything squirted out of him. Finn had no choice but to look down at himself in embarrassment. He pushed his legs apart while his warm urine first soaked his entire shorts and then ran down his lower legs. Below him it dripped onto the sand. He felt so relieved! "Mom ...", Finn said when he finally got out of the sandbox when actually almost everything was out: " ... sorry! I didn't notice anything! Until just now!"

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Author: giaci9
Timestamp: May 12, 2023 at 12:17 AM
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BeKind said:

Nice bro～I like it
Thank you again for your storyo(≧v≦)o

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Thank you very much, glad you like it!
Yeah well I should really continue by now! So now here's chapter 8!
Day 12: French FriesWhat previously happened:

It's the summer of 2019: sunscreen, public pools and heat. That's probably a fitting way to sum up the beginning of twelve-year-old Finn's summer vacation. But that wasn't what would change everything in the otherwise cool and independent still-sixth-grader's life during this vacation. Finn, who has had an affection for diapers his whole life, had come up with a plan to get his hands on the white crackle things again. Not via Amazon but as it had been described in countless clichéd diaper stories so far: by starting to wet the bed on purpose. By now, his parents had put pullup diapers specially made for bedwetters in his closet for the night. Technically, he had already achieved his goal, but now Finn also began to pee in his pants during daytime and slowly realized that this had only been the beginning of the transformation ...

Absentmindedly, Finn stripped his short, matching the top of his Minecraft pajamas, medium-length pajama pants in bright green from his legs and tossed them onto the edge of the bathtub next to a pair of light blue jeans that had also become wet last night by completely inexplicable means and was now waiting for the next wash. Routinely, he used his two thumbs to rip open the side wings of his completely overloaded pullup and tossed the heavy yellow diaper into the small trash can next to the sink, which was by now reserved for his nighttime diapers.
Over the past few days, the little family had developed a sort of routine in dealing with Finn's nighttime and daily accidents. It was now becoming routine for Finn's parents that the twelve-year-old had several wet pants every day. In the swimming pool, Finn always peed his trunks in the water, unnoticed by his friends anyway and thus elegantly escaped embarrassing moments, but in the evenings at home Finn unashamedly peed in his pants. How else? It was supposed to look like he was doing it unintentionally. Every evening, one or two pairs of pants got wet, until his mother, in a kind of silent agreement, did not give him new pants to change into, but instead put his pajamas and night time diaper on the bathroom dresser. Thus in the last days Finn wore his pajamas already at eight o'clock in the evening although he rarely went to bed before midnight. His pullup, on the other hand, served well before midnight and saved the soon-to-be seventh-grader annoying bathroom breaks when he was reading his books or playing a multiplayer match on his computer.

His mother now regularly reminded the shrewd twelve-year-old to go to the bathroom, but yesterday this had led to Finn, after he had had little success with rebuttals, standing in front of the toilet bowl with his pants pulled up and pissing into his pullup diaper with pleasure, smiling downright mischievously. Finn loved how his diapers were now bulging thickly even before he fell asleep, and were lying heavy and warm in his crotch in the morning. Unfortunately, though, this also meant that Finn would now have to wake up in a wet bed again in the morning, because the many hours of evening plus a long night was definitely too much for the absorption capacity of Finn's pullups. On his bottom, the diaper had leaked again in this morning's hours and had created a big round stain on Finn's pajama shorts. That was a lot less bad than just wetting the bed, though, Finn thought. In the pullup itself it remained cuddly-warm-wet so that he hardly felt the additional wetness on the outside of his bottom. Only his bed linen had to be changed in the morning again and his pajama pants were also ready for the washing machine after he got up. But hey, that was not Finn's problem!

So now Finn was standing sleepily in the middle of the bathroom, shortly after waking up and had already taken off his diaper. No more cartoon mornings in diapys. That was Finn's problem, though. Drowsy, Finn climbed into the shower stall and took a long shower first, starting to ruminate on everything that had happened in the last few days. While the steam around him slowly enveloped everything in a thick fog, the sixth-grader thought about how Luca had suddenly disappeared from the swimming pool a few days ago, from one moment to the next. Disappeared for four whole fucking weeks. When Luca would return from the States, the summer vacations would be almost completely over. Almost everyone else was gone, too. Toby, Sarah and Lars were still there, but especially Toby was really annoying Finn. Somehow he didn't really have the urge to go and meet his friends at the swimming pool. What would they do there? Lying around, joking around, swimming around and throwing things around. Yesterday he had been playing in the sandbox all day long and somehow he felt real fun for the first time in a long time. Not cool fun, no, real fun!

Obligingly, and in many ways struggling with his decision, Finn placed his longboard on the concrete path in the middle of the gravel front yard of the big single-family home he lived in a short time later. For a while he had stood in his room brooding, but now he headed for the pool. The fear of missing out on anything cool was just too great! But that wasn't the only hard decision Finn had made: Finn had put on a white, loose Tshirt with a black Converse logo and matching black jeans shorts, plus dark red Vans sneakers. Admittedly unspectacular. Under his pants, however, Finn wore one of his pullup diapers. And was now dashing down the hills of the suburbs on his longboard while wearing a freaking diaper! His heart was pounding with excitement. The air smelled of heated asphalt, the loud rolling of the little longboard wheels echoed in Finn's ears, "Cake" by American pop-rap performer "FloRida" blared from the Bluetooth box in his Burton backpack. And meanwhile between his legs he felt the soft and gentle sensation of a diaper! The twelve-year-old smiled all over his face. This was fantastic! And under the long shirt, it was also pretty unlikely that anyone would notice anything. Now he was some kind of stealth kindergartner, Finn thought to himself, a toddler in disguise! He looked just like any other day and nobody could guess that he felt like a little boy right now on the inside. It was entirely his own secret.
However, a secret that lastet not too long. Not because Finn's secret would have been exposed, but because only a quarter of an hour later, he stripped off the dry pullup, buried it deep in his pocket and exchanged it for his swimming trunks. Back as a twelve-year-old teen, Finn exited the locker room and stashed the backpack, along with his little treasure, in his regular locker, number 626, before making his way to the outdoor pool area.

"Do you have another secret second pool you're cheating us with?" joked Toby, when Finn suddenly stood in front of him and took the sun away from him, "You're super late again!"

"Joker," the lanky twelve-year-old rolled his eyes, took his already opened water bottle out from behind his back and sacrificed the cherry-flavored water it contained to splash his buddy with it. He had already expected Toby to make a stupid comment anyways. Tobias couldn't exist at all without pointy comments.

"Bwaaah, wait a minute, you Smurf!" grumbled Toby, jumped up and ran after the by now giggling Finn. A wild and, for the uninvolved spectator, extremely amusing chase developed, in the course of which the two friends chased each other across the lawn, through the locker room and even down the water slide. Finally, they landed in the big pool and both got their well-deserved cooling off. It was a great day! The friends made the whole pool unsafe and started some more water fights, until they later laid exhausted and satisfied on their towels and listened to relaxing electro music.

Toby had just returned from the small kiosk at the edge of the lawn with a tray of French fries, while Finn discovered that his stomach was grumbling as well. Actually, out of consideration for his remaining pocket money, he wanted to skip the treat of a tasty portion of the fried potato sticks today, but now his appetite was getting too big. He looked greedily at the fries smelling of deep-frying fat in Tobi's hand. Tobias shielded the fries protectively with his other arm: "Don't peek, kid!" he clarified. Finn couldn't quite blame him, poolside french fries were just too tasty to be shared.
"Be right back!" muttered Finn and jumped up from his towel. He quickly took his smartphone out of his bathing suit pocket and put it next to the speaker so that the music playback wouldn't stop and ran all the way down the small hill where the bathers could spread out their towels. Finn hastily rummaged around in his locker looking for its wallet, found the little blue thing, clicked the lock shut again and ran on to the snack bar. But all the hustle and rush he had put into getting the fries as quickly as possible proved pointless when he spotted the line in front of the little wooden shack. Apparently, he was not the only one who felt an appetite at this time of day. Well, he really could have imagined that! Disillusioned, the seventh grader slowed his pace, finally stopped altogether, put his hands on his hips in thoughtful frustration and pulled a pout.

"Hungry too?" a boy's voice suddenly asked him behind him. Finn turned around in amazement and saw Joshua sitting on a ledge and holding out a fry in front of him. The twelve-year-old looked at him in surprise for a moment, made sure that none of his friends could see him, and sat down right next to Joshua on the pleasantly warm brick wall. Joshua put the plate between himself and his classmate: "For giving me your cherry water the other day! And for the tire. That was really totally awesome!" he stated excitedly, while Finn still hadn't said anything and hesitantly took a fry.
"Fank you!" he said with his mouth full, still nervously looking back and forth between his ten-year-old classmate with tousled dark blond hair and the pool's lawn. What if someone spotted him here, next to this play-child? That wouldn't be at all ideal for his reputation among his friends and in class 6c, which would soon be 7c. Well, he could talk his way out of it by saying that he only wanted to eat the fries ...
Oh, it all sucked big time, Finn thought to himself, while he took some more fries. Joshua was actually perfectly fine. He just didn't pretend like everyone else did. He and Luca had played with Lego themselves until recently, and yet Luca had made the loudest jokes of them all when they found a couple of Lego bricks men in Joshua's pencil case. Neatly strapped down next to the pencils, as if they were buckled in. Sure enough, the Lego men had flown around the class after that, and if Finn was honest, he didn't even know if play-child had gotten them back in the end.

"And is your tire still holding up?" now Finn started talking too, forcing himself not to look around nervously the whole time.

"Yup, great!" replied Joshua.

"We're just real pros, huh?", Finn stated with a laugh and winked at his classmate.
"Yeah completley!" the latter agreed, and they both helped themselves to some more fries from the small cardboard tray. Finn happily rocked his legs back and forth, but quickly realized that this probably looked pretty uncool and instead just propped one foot against the wall and let his other leg dangle loosely.

A lively conversation quickly developed between the two contrasting boys. They watched and followed a hot air balloon in the sky, speculated about its purpose and destination, and talked about the planned swimming pool renovation that was to start in a few months. Eventually, the two came up with their dream public pool. With huge current channels, looping slides, jet skis and whatever else you could think up on that hot summer day. The small kiosk had long since been emptied, but the two boys continued to sit on the wall chatting, joking and watching the goings-on in the public pool.

"Finn!" someone shouted at some point, causing the addressed to flinch hurriedly. Startled, the twelve-year-old jumped up and looked at Sarah, who had just spotted him, "There you are! Where've you been?" she asked, running over to her classmate, but then bristled briefly and asked, grinning in wonder, "And what's play-child doing here?"
Play-child. As if Joshua didn't have a real name. " Nothin' ...," Finn replied, and, no sooner had he uttered the word, looked around at the ten-year-old boy still crouching on the wall and bit his lower lip guiltily. Joshua glanced to the side, toward the swimming pool barracks, and as if in confirmation, said quietly, " Nothing."

"My ... Where've you been all this time?" Sarah asked as she and Finn walked back towards the pool, no longer paying Joshua any attention at all. Finn mumbled absently, "In my secret secondary swimming pool," and looked over his shoulder toward the small brick wall on which Joshua, whom he had just disowned, was still sitting. Finn hadn't much opportunity to think about this situation in the next few hours, however, and so he was soon busy again making the pool unsafe with his friends.

The afternoon went by very quickly, while the four friends, well had fun and made nonsense in the pool. At one time, they dammed up so much water on the entrace of the water slide, that it almost overflowed at the edges. The sun had long since passed its zenith and was heading for the vineyards on the other side of the valley. By now, Lars had already gone home and Toby and Sarah were just relaxing next to each other on the whirlpool loungers, which let bubbles pop up underneath one, simulating a massage more poorly than not. Finn propped his arms on the light blue tiled edge of the pool a few meters away and gazed into space. The twelve-year-old wanted to take the opportunity to pee his swimming trunks without being noticed. After all, he'd had to go for quite some hours and hadn't had a good opportunity yet with all the excitement. Even when he hadn't started intentionally peeing in his bed and pants, Finn hadn't used the bathrooms here at the public pool. On the one hand, they were super far away on the grass lawn, on the other hand, they stank and in general, nothing was more practical than peeing unnoticed in your swimming trunks while swimming.
Then suddenly, before he could begin his endeavor, Finn pushed himself out of the water with his arms and climbed onto the edge of the pool. Sarah and Toby could only hear him yelling, "Fuck, I've got to go, or I'll get in trouble from my mom!" to them, while he was already running over the cobblestones of the swimming pool, awfully hot from the summer sun. Hastily, the twelve-year-old pulled his backpack out of the metal locker, jumped into an adjacent stall, and dried himself off in a makeshift fashion. He had been in the water no more than a minute ago and had caught sight of Joshua, his unassuming classmate, making his way to the locker room as well. Finn hadn't thought for long, in fact he hadn't thought at all. And was just standing in the locker room, pulling up the pullup he had put on this morning instead of underpants, in automatic mode. His black jeans shorts and dark red sneakers followed shortly after. Finn didn't even check to see if his diaper was reasonably concealed by his clothes, but rather hastily opened the locker room door and, longboard in one hand and backpack not yet properly zipped in the other, headed toward the outdoor swimming entrance.

"Hi!" he shouted and ran to Joshua, who was already standing at the turnstile of the pool exit.

"Oh ... Finn!" exclaimed Joshua in amazement while his facial expressions alternated between startled, delighted, and astonished.

"Are you going home, too?", Finn tried to initiate a conversation and mentally rolled his eyes at this stupid question.
"Nope, I just like to go out through the turnstile door and straight back in again to confuse the pool attendant!" the ten-year-old replied flippantly, making both boys giggle.

"We'll drive him crazy, we can do that!", Finn stated as he strolled next to Joshua along the gravel path next to the pool barracks and headed for the bike racks.

"Where do you have to go, anyway?" asked Finn as his classmate unlocked his bike. Finn had not combed his hair to the side as usual in the sudden hurry that had overtaken him just a few minutes ago, but had carelessly rubbed it dry so that it now just hung down unmotivatedly on his forehead. In general, at least from the outside, Finn fit better to Joshua at this moment, than to an almost teenager like Tobias. Playfully he tapped from one leg to the other and chatted with the dark blond ten-year-old with whom he got along damn well in a strange way. It wasn't long before the two boys had found a common topic of conversation: For tomorrow's summer day, they arranged to meet early in the morning at the swimming pool to build a particularly large dam in the pool's water playground on the edge of the lawn near the forest, which was quite empty at that time of day.

"That's going to be such a nice thing!" Finn marveled in anticipation: "And we'll just fix the sand with sticks!”, he proposed.
"Totally awesome!" Joshua agreed, while the two kids walked down the swimming-pool-hill. Joshua pushed his now repaired bike next to him and Finn carried his longboard under his left arm. Meanwhile, with his free right hand, Finn kept instinctively pressing between his legs, only to frantically pull it away again the moment he realized what he was doing. Once more, Finn had to go really super-upper-mega-urgent now, was actually on the verge of wetting his pants and yet involved in the conversation with Joshua with almost undivided attention. Briefly, he had thought about how he could get out of this situation. But what for? Joshua had already seen him twice with wet pants, as often as actually nobody else except Paul and his parents. And Finn even wore a fresh pullup, so he in theory didn't have to worry at all. On the contrary, his bladder was pinching so much by now with every movement he made that he would have really liked to pee himself immediately. But he couldn't. Finn even purposely squeezed a little, but while walking there was obviously not the slightest chance that the twelve-year-old would finally be able to relieve himself. Well, Finn thought to himself, the right time would come. He was diapered, after all, it couldn't matter less when he would finally wet his pants. A pleasant warm feeling spread through his belly, knowing that nothing could happen to him. It felt as if he was safe at this moment from all the bad things that could even somehow happen.
"Totally awesome!" Joshua agreed, while the two kids walked down the swimming-pool-hill. Joshua pushed his now repaired bike next to him and Finn carried his longboard under his left arm. Meanwhile, with his free right hand, Finn kept instinctively pressing between his legs, only to frantically pull it away again the moment he realized what he was doing. Once more, Finn had to go really super-upper-mega-urgent now, was actually on the verge of wetting his pants and yet involved in the conversation with Joshua with almost undivided attention. Briefly, he had thought about how he could get out of this situation. But what for? Joshua had already seen him twice with wet pants, as often as actually nobody else except Paul and his parents. And Finn even wore a fresh pullup, so he in theory didn't have to worry at all. On the contrary, his bladder was pinching so much by now with every movement he made that he would have really liked to pee himself immediately. But he couldn't. Finn even purposely squeezed a little, but while walking there was obviously not the slightest chance that the twelve-year-old would finally be able to relieve himself. Well, Finn thought to himself, the right time would come. He was diapered, after all, it couldn't matter less when he would finally wet his pants. A pleasant warm feeling spread through his belly, knowing that nothing could happen to him. At this moment, it felt as if he was safe from any bad things that could happen in any imaginable way.
"Maybe we can take one of the pool noodles as a base! I'm sure no one will notice when we take one this early!" Joshua suggested after a brief pause for reflection. They would dam up the small watercourse that originated at the water playground and stretched along the entire sunbathing lawn to next to the small kiosk near the locker room barracks. That had been Joshua's idea, but Finn was at least as convinced as his ten-year-old swimming pool acquaintance. Finn had always loved building dams! He, Luca and the others had often done that in the public pool's water playground, albeit not with the little stream, but with the help of the faucet pumps of the large playground, which were intended for just that purpose. This summer, however, the others in his circle of friends no longer wanted to hear about such activities. After all, in a few weeks they would be middle school students. Teenagers, no longer play kids. But damn it, it was all lame and no fun anymore!

The narrow, recently paved bike path to the Grundhausen outdoor pool was actually perfect for quickly cruising down into the valley on a longboard to build up momentum, but today Finn completely missed this otherwise cool downhill ride. All the way down, he and Joshua had talked and joked, interrupted only by the few other bikes they had to make room for in between. The conversation had long since spun off, and instead of talking about public pool dams, they had both raved to each other about their recent summer vacations, noting that neither of them would be traveling this summer. At least one that was staying in Grundhausen, too, Finn had thought to himself. Finn had now learned that Joshua, like himself, was an only child. Unlike all his other friends, whom Finn had always envied in the past for their always available playmates, and who now envied him for the peace and quiet he had at home. In the meantime, the boys had arrived at the intersection that connected the bike path with the ring road and at which their paths had to part, and instead of finishing their conversation, they had preferred to continue chatting standing still. Joshua had sat down on the saddle of his blue bike and propped himself up with one leg, while Finn had propped up his longboard with the lower narrow edge on the ground and pressed the other end against his crotch in an effort to still hold his pee. He was still tapping his legs around, that's how badly he needed to by now. Joshua either didn't notice, or didn't show it, while he was explaining to Finn a redstone circuit he had built in Minecraft. Somehow the ten year old had managed to build a fully automatic chest sorting system! You could put any item in and it would come out sorted in the appropriate box! Finn wasn't sure he could believe that, but then again, Joshua didn't seem like he was lying either. He hadn't spread it around or told it overly prod, like Luca always did when he had built something cool on his brother's Minecraft server, but just mentioned it incidentally, as if it wasn't a big deal at all: "You can come to my server sometime, then I'll show you everything!" he suggested now, "What's your name in Minecraft, then I'll put you on the whitelist?"
"You have your own Minecraft server?" asked Finn in amazement, "At Minehub, or what?" asked Finn in amazement. He never thought his childish classmate would have his own game server. The server Luca and he had often gamed on belonged to Luca's sixteen-year-old big brother, and without him they probably would never have managed to run such a thing. "Nope, it's at our place, Mom set it up. What's your name in MC? then I'll put you on the whitelist! minecraft dot bruck dot i-o," he spelled out the address. Bruck, that was Joshua's last name. Finn knew because their Latin teacher always had the annoying habit of addressing his students by their last names when he had them on his mind. And since Joshua often sat distracted in Latin class, it wasn't that rare. Not that it was any different with Finn, it was just that Finn had the knack of being inconspicuously absent. Rad that Joshua had his last name as the address for his Minecraft server!

"Skaterboy, with an 8 instead of the at, so S-k-8-t-e-r-b-o-y!", Finn answered: "But I don't play Minecraft that often anymore", he added directly afterwards. In the meantime, he had much more fun playing Battlefield 5, a fast multiplayer shooter, than Minecraft, which in the end was just Lego on the PC. And Joshua certainly didn't play Battlefield, Finn thought to himself, and had to giggle briefly at the idea. Finn was only allowed to play Battlefield because his parents thought it was 16 and not 18. Fucking age restrictions!
"Too bad! Well, see you tomorrow!", Joshua finally ended the conversation and swung on his bike. "Yup, see you in the morning," Finn replied and looked after his new friend for a moment, while he let all tension fall away from him and without thinking it through thoroughly, peed into his so far still dry pullup. Only when it became warm between his legs, he really realized what he was doing. He was standing on a country road with his longboard in his hand, looking into space, and just like that, weeing his diaper! Like he was Paul or something! Comfortable familiar warmth and wetness spread as Finn's pullup puffed up and slowly got heavier. Gently the wind brushed through the small tree at the fork in the road, otherwise it was completely silent. Nobody noticed what Finn was doing. He climbed onto his longboard with a grin and accelerated, now with the warm wet diaper hanging between his legs. It felt like a dream. Just like being in a dream. With his plan to purposely wet the bed again, Finn had managed to get back into diapers, but he never thought it possible that he would wear them outside one day. Just like that! Sure, no one had noticed, but the sheer thought alone would have been crazy to Finn not long ago. If the pullup had been almost as thin as normal underpants before, he could now clearly feel how it had puffed up. Every time Finn pushed off the asphalt with his right leg to continue building up speed, he felt his pullup being squeezed. Nothing was really visible from the outside, only the front of his black jeans gave a hint of the small bulge caused by his wet diaper. The twelve-year-old cruised in leisurely serpentine lines along the bypass, which still smelled of fresh tar, enjoying the cooling breeze and the certainty that his evening as diaper boy had just begun.

As always, please make shure to comment under here if you liked the chapter & my story, Comments are always the best motivation!

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Timestamp: May 18, 2023 at 8:52 PM
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oreobaby89 said:

Yay, another chapter! I love this story and so glad it is continuing.

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I'm glad you like it! I'll try to post at least one chapter per month.

BeKind said:

Finn is still the naive little boy who enjoys playing games that young children enjoy～
Hooooha～
You did a great job of describing the characters' movements.
And I have a question about real life.Will a junior high school boy be ridiculed by his classmates if he wears cartoon(childish) briefs instead of boxers？
ps.Joshua looks more like Finn's older brother.Will he help Finn put on diapers?

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I'd say he'd certainly be ridiculed. I "tried" it in grade 6 (which is junior high here) and it didn't went well. But I think childish briefs are the least of what Finn has to worry about wearing ...
Do you really find that Joshua is behaving older than Finn? Interesting, I'd say they both act like little boys together.

oreobaby89 said:

I am pretty certain a middle schooler wearing childish cartoon briefs or even boxer briefs would get made fun off. It would be fun if Finn decided to wear them though.

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I don't want to spolier anyone, but I would say briefs are not on Finns priority list right now xD

polyacrylate said:

just curios as to why they are learning Latin? Is this still common in some parts of the world?

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Atleast in west germany it is very common as second language starting from grade six in the upper tier school. Not wanting to go into much details, but the schools here segregate the kids into different types of school after grade four depending on their grades. The schools where the best third of the students go to, called "Gymnasium" (which isn't all about sports don't ask me lol ), introduce at least one other foreign language to their students - mostly, one can choose between classic latin and french. In East-Germany, much to the contrary, the second language thaught in schools often is russian. Statistically, every third student at Gymnasium is learnin Latin. I failed at latin so much that I had to repeat sixt grade to then switch to french xD
Actually I have never asked myself if this is uncommon in other countries. At european universities, a "Latinum", the latin certificate, is a requirement for medical school and other majors, but when I google about it, wikipedia states, that this is more or less only a thing in germany, austria and italy and not common in the rest of europe apart from private schools in uk. We'll thats one thing I've learned today, yay

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Timestamp: Nov 26, 2023 at 12:29 PM
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babylock1 said:

If the author (giaci9) OP is still around # # #

MISSING what happened between - - -

Ep. 6: Day Five Pt. 2: A game of chances?
and
Day 8: Finnpaul & Company Construction SE?

???
Day 7: ? ? ? ? ? BOLD PRINT ? ? ? ? ?

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Hi! Yeah, I‘m still around but don‘t have much time for translation or writing currently.

Actually it‘s on purpose that there is no Day 7 - the story does not strictly follow the concept „on chapter per day“ - some days have more than one part while other days are skipped in order to make the story flow better. I hope that‘s ok for you!

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Timestamp: Nov 27, 2023 at 3:14 PM
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ikkuh said:

Hi,
Did you finish your story in German?
I don't need a translation since i can read english and german .
I would love to read more from this great story

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Yeah, it‘s finished in german, even since 2022! If you can read german, I‘d strongly suggest reading the original, I‘m shure it reads better than my translation

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Author: giaci9
Timestamp: Nov 28, 2023 at 10:17 PM
Content: Chapter 9:
Day13: Locked out!
For the first time in several weeks, in what felt like an eternity, Finn woke up to his cell phone alarm clock. "Meeh," he grumbled, grabbing the small black device and swiping the cell phone alarm clock mute. Dark orange morning sunlight filtered into his room through the not fully lowered blinds, forming a dotted pattern on the parquet floor. It was only half past seven, why had he let himself get into this? Finn stood up slowly, rubbed his eyes, squeezed his legs together and felt the warm pullup diaper between his legs. For the first time in many days, he had woken up in a dry bed this morning, and his light blue Spiderman pajamas didn't require washing either. For once, his sweatshirt hadn't leaked!

This was not only due to the fact that this night had been about two hours shorter than the twelve-year-old's usual sleep duration during this summer vacation: After Finn had returned from the public pool last night at around 8 p.m., he had quickly crawled into his room and successfully prevented his parents from finding out that he had returned from the public pool with a wet diaper. With a diaper that he had originally put on just for the sake the feeling. It shouldn't have gotten wet at all, but then Finn couldn't resist the urge and had peed himself in the middle of the road.

Almost the first thing he had done after arriving in his room was to change his black jean shorts and Converse t-shirt for his pajamas. Then, for dinner, he had appeared elegantly as a mini-Spiderman, thus astonishing even his mother: "Finny," she said in amazement, "Isn't that a little early for your pajamas?" Mrs. Samsa now called her son by the use of the diminutive again much more frequently than before. Finny. Actually, Finn had been working hard to get rid of that super-mega embarrassing nickname, but now it felt genuinely comfortingly familiar to be called that.

"Yup!", Finn had simply said happily, grinning and replying, "It's nice and cozy!" he noted, hugging his mother to illustrate that coziness.

Sure enough, Finn's parents had noticed the pullup under his already somewhat tight pajamas. "And your, um, special pajama bottoms, um, are you wearing them already, too?" his father noted with an awkward embarrassment that was on-par with characters from the series the office. Finn nodded casually and reached for one of the small bruscetta rolls his mother had brought from the Italian restaurant, while he couldn't help but notice the look on her face. She seemed relieved, almost pleased. And after the dinner was finished, he hadn't even really gotten up, Finny was sent to the toilet by return of post: "Finny, will you please go pee again before you go to the PC? In the meantime, she had probably also noticed that Finn no longer did this in the evenings when playing computer games.

"Don't have to!", Finn replied instinctively. It was true, he had just wet himself another time during dinner. However, this also did not escape his mother, now that Finn had gotten up from the dining table: "Finny, are you still dry?", she asked alertly.

"Ehhh," Finn replied in surprise-shyness, playing around with the hem of his pajama shirt and muttering, "don't know."

"Finn!" his mother now asked. "Have you wet your diapys yet?"

Finn looked at his mother in horror and with his mouth open. The latter looked back in amazement. His father hurried to look unconcerned and pick up the dishes, "Those are sleep panties! Not ... diapys!" said Finn indignantly. Sure they were actually diapers, he knew that, his mother knew that, and his mother knew that he knew that. But no one had ever called his diapers what they actually were. Diaper, that sounded like toddler. Pajama underpants, the marketing department of the drugstore chain had dubbed the pull-up diapers, so as not to awaken any embarrassing associations. But of course, for this twelve-year-old they were actually diapers, and he was using them more and more as such as a matter of course. Finn looked down at the floor and held his hands sheepishly in front of the diaper bump in his crotch that had just betrayed him and replied, "Mhhh, yep. Just happened to me at ... at dinner. Sorry."

"Oh, Finny! It's not so bad, little one!" his mother said compassionately and hugged her son. A few weeks ago Finn would have made a fuss if he had suddenly been called 'little one', but right now it just fit: "So I guess you don't have to go anymore?"

Finn nodded: "I didn't have to go at all, and then all of a sudden I had to, and then it was already too late," he lied. That was probably realistic, wasn't it?

"Oh boy, again? It wasn't bad that you already put on your pajamas!" Mrs. Samsa tried to cheer up her son and at the same time looked him worryingly in the eyes: "I really hope the urologist that Mr. Bender recommended to us finds something!"

Finn stood there embarrassed and looked his mother in the face. After all, the urologist couldn't find anything. He just kept silent, what could he say. It was really bad that his mother was worried about it now, when there was actually no problem!

For a short time, they both stood in the dining room, until Finn's mother freed her son from the somewhat unpleasant situation: "Well, it'll be okay!" she cheered up more herself than Finn and said, when she finally didn't know what else to say: "But I don't want to stop you any longer, go ahead and play. But please don't forget to go to the bathroom in between!"

Hardly had she finished her sentence, Finn had already run towards the stairs. Mentally he smiled about the last sentence his mother had just said to him. She could have said it just as well to a kindergarten child.

When Finn's mother knocked on her son's bedroom door four hours later and wanted to say good night to her son, who was obviously highly concentrated on playing computer games, she had to notice, however, that Finn had apparently forgotten to go to the bathroom in the last few hours. A bulging, thick pullup hung between his legs, making it clear that Finn had not been to the bathroom even once in the last few hours.

" Oh boy, Finn, you're all wet again!" she stated outraged. Finn winced and hurriedly looked to the upper right corner of his screen to make sure he wasn't in any voice chat right now and that no one could hear what his mother had just said! Finn was in the middle of a battle against a tank in the virtual snow hills of Scandinavia. He hurriedly tapped the keys, ducked behind a tree, reloaded his bazooka, and when he realized that his mother was obviously expecting an answer from him, absently replied, "Ehhh ... right." Now everything happened very quickly. The tank slowly rattled past Finn, apparently overlooking him, and fired a huge shot somewhere in the distance. Finn darted out of his cover and shot the tank from behind. "Fifty-four points, chains disabled," read the center of the display. The twelve-year-old followed up, taking C4 explosives from his inventory and throwing them toward the tank. Bam! The Churchill tank had not put up with this any longer and had unceremoniously killed Finn's character. Finn grumbled and leaned back in his office chair, disillusioned. Oh, his mother was still standing in the doorway!

Finn took his headset from his ears and looked at his mother: "Mom ..." he started annoyed to ask his mother to leave him alone, but then faltered briefly: "I know", he said resignedly. Of course he knew that his diaper was really soggy. After all, it had served well in the last few hours and was now appropriately soaked. When diapers were still relatively fresh, you could pee in them and they would still feel dry afterwards, Finn knew by now. If you then used the diaper more times, it first became thicker and thicker at the front, then also between the legs, and finally also at the bottom. At the same time, they became heavier and heavier, and at some point they wobbled a bit when he walked. Slowly, the wetness was also more and more noticeable, until down there at some point everything was noticeable and clearly soaked. That one became quite clear that one had soaked his diaper thoroughly. And that's how it feeled in Finn's pullup right now. Any excuse was pointless. Dry pajama underpants were proven to be inconspicuous enough to wear them unnoticed even in broad daylight, but as wet as his pullup was now, everyone immediately saw that Finn had his diaper pretty full.

"Oh Finny," his mother said, as she had been saying remarkably often lately. Less disappointed and more empathetic than Finn would have expected in such a situation, " Have you gone to pee in between?"

Went for a pee? Yes, but not to the bathroom, Finn thought to himself, and had to grin involuntarily when he answered his mother, " Ummm, forgot."

His mother also smirked at the sight of her son, who had just told her, with an air of unconcern, that he had forgotten to go to the bathroom in the last few hours and had obviously used his diaper instead.

"Finn," his mother said, about to launch into a lecture, but then looked into her son's big, carefree brown eyes and instead tousled his unusually messy hair and sighed. Her son looked happy. Carefree. I wonder if it was because of summer vacation, the stress of school being gone? Finn looked like a child. But that's what he was, even though he sometimes acted as if he hadn't been one for a long time. After a brief pause, she said, "Put on a fresh diaper before you go to bed, will you?"

Again, she had called his ‘pajama pants’ as ‘diaper’! This time Finn didn't even pretend to be outraged anymore and replied good-humoredly, "Yup, I will! Good night, Mom! Love you!"

Half an hour later, Finn had thrown the more-than-well-used pullup into the diaper pail trash can and grabbed a fresh one from the underwear drawer in his closet. So, with that, his pullup had officially been a daytime diaper. Finn had officially worn diapers during the day for the first time in many years. It was a hell of a taboo to break.

Accordingly, many hours later, Finn now stood in the kitchen in a well-used but not yet overused night diaper and poured milk over his cereal while balancing his dark blue Bluetooth box on his left palm. Through the small window behind the sink, the sun shone in just enough to light up Finn's hands, but not the porcelain bowl below. Meanwhile, the soundtrack for waking up this morning was provided by "Fountains of Wayne" with "Stacy's Mom" while Finn slowly pranced to the long dining table and dropped into his chair. Routinely, he spooned his cereal with his right hand and scrolled through his phone with his left, only to find that, unlike usual, there wasn't really anything interesting to watch. Apparently, everyone else was still asleep. Only two songs later, Finn got up again, threw the small speaker into his backpack, ran upstairs to his room and grabbed a pair of light blue jean shorts and a red Jack & Jones t-shirt as well as a pair of black boxer shorts from the closet.

His pullup was just so nice and cozy, should he really take it off already? He had ventured out with a diaper under his pants for the first time yesterday, why not do it again today? Sure, his pullup was much more noticeable when it was wet, but it was still early morning! Right? Finn had pulled down his pajama pants and squeezed his thick, clearly yellow tarnished diaper. He was curious, after all. Without further ado, he kicked the pajama pants off his feet, stepped into his jean shorts, and was surprised by how cool it felt as the jeans pressed his soggy pullup against his lower body. Inside Finn's pajama pants, his diapers, once they were wet, dangled quite freely between his thighs; instead, now in the jeans there was much less room, and so Finn felt the warm squishyness of his pajama bottoms much more intensely than before. Hastily he pulled the Tshirt over and then pressed his legs together testingly. He clearly felt that he had a wet diaper between his legs, unlike last night when he had skated home with the used but significantly less damp pullup.

That's probably how Paul must feel, too! Finn slowly sneaked to the hall mirror and felt the wet fabric between his legs with every step. He imagined he was a little boy again, who still had to wear pullups because he wet his pants too often. Because he always had something better to do than go to the bathroom. The parents of the little boy had given him the pullups as "emergency panties" so that he wouldn't have to wear wet pants so often when he wet his pants again. The consequence, however, had been that little Finn had very quickly understood that his emergency panties simply were diapers for somewhat older children and now he didn't go to the bathroom at all anymore.

So, now Finn stood in front of the mirror and had to realize that his pullup unfortunately was far more visible under his pants than he had expected. In the front it caused a bulge under the zipper, but it was even worse on Finn's butt, where instead of the two individual buttocks only a large flat area was visible. A genuine diaper butt, just like Paul's. Finn smoothed out his shirt and grabbed his skateboard, stepped outside and closed the front door. No one would notice him this early! Wouldn't they?

Finn looked down at himself again. He pulled his keys out of his left pocket, unlocked the front door again, and ran upstairs to the bathroom to take off his pull-up diaper.

"Finn! Hi!" Joshua greeted him happily as Finn got off his longboard at the beginning of the gravel parking lot in front of the swimming pool, flipped it up casually with his foot, tucked it under his arm and ran across the gravel. Joshua, unlike Finn, had obviously adapted better to the weather, which was much cooler today, and was wearing long, light blue and somewhat washed-out jeans with a dark blue patch on the right knee, green Geox Velcro shoes instead of his red sandals, and a long-sleeved, colorfully striped sweatshirt with red sleeves. The breeze on the way to the swimming pool had also been much colder than usual for Finn, so that he now simply looked towards the warm sun for a moment with his eyes closed and felt its warmth. Joshua quickly locked his bike and both boys ran from opposite directions towards the swimming pool entrance with the steel turnstile.

It was quiet at this time of day at the swimming pool. The area behind the entrance, where the kiosk and locker rooms were located, usually bustled with swimming pool visitors, was now completely empty. Even the large iron gate was still locked, as was usually the case after eight o'clock in the evening, when only the turnstile could be used as an entrance and exit. Finn pushed against one of the large steel bars of the creaking monster, blocking the two children's way into the outdoor pool. Was it jammed?

"Crap!" Joshua realized and Finn looked over at the ten-year-old standing in front of the closed gate: "Dear bathers," he now read out: "Due to a defective filter, the summer pool will unfortunately be closed on the ninth of August 2019. We ask for your understanding, municipal works Grundhausen."

"Say whaaaat!?" shouted Finn, kicking the steel bolt of the turnstile in frustration: "That's not fair!" he said, crossing his arms.

"Oh my," Joshua also complained and looked through the gate at the completely empty swimming pools while Finn glanced at the parking lot, which was so empty that he probably should have realized earlier that something was wrong here.

Both boys looked at each other indecisively: "So what now?" asked Finn, leaning against the fence.

"Yeah, no idea! I think I'll go back hom...", Joshua replied, while Finn obviously had the same thought and suddenly grabbed his left trouser pocket in panic: "Fuck, I forgot my keys at home!" Finn thought back to the moment when he had left the house. Sure, he had run back in to take off his pullup and then forgotten to take the key back with him: "Great, and my parents won't be back until 4 p.m.," he said thoughtfully.

"Hey Finn," Joshua replied with his typical friendly grin: "If you wanna, you can come to my place!"

"Oh, um," Finn replied instinctively and tried to play it off. Visit Playchild's house? So, as in, officially start a friendship? If someone had told him that two weeks ago, Finn would never have believed it: "You know..." he began and Joshua's face darkened. Both boys knew what was coming next. Finn would come up with an excuse and find something else to do today. But he briefly quibbled, pressed his lips together and sighed. It was quiet outside the pool for a moment.

"Yes, that would be really cool! Where do you live anyway?" Finn replied to his own surprise. Fuck it. Even the thing with the fries yesterday had been mean and what else was he supposed to do today? Sure, he could just meet up with Toby or Sarah somewhere else, but he didn't particularly fancy it.

The expression on his ten-year-old classmate's face suddenly changed from resigned to surprised and excited: "In Drasselfurt!" Joshua replied as he jumped up and opened his bike lock, full of energy. When he noticed Finn's questioning look, he explained: "The municipality of Biewensen, near Herreshausen! It's about four miles on the country road, can you manage that on your skateboard?"

"Longboard!" Finn said, almost a little offended: "Sure!" he shouted and ran to the beginning of the tarmac path with the board under his arm and let it hit the ground: "Come on! Of course I can do it!" he repeated again and pushed himself off the ground with one foot. Joshua got up from his saddle and pedaled to catch up with Finn and soon reached him. Fortunately, the wind, which was unusually strong that morning, was coming from the south-west, so the two boys had a tailwind and had to make comparatively little effort to cover their distance. Finn dug his smartphone out of his pocket, routinely tapped on it and let his playlist continue from where he had just stopped it. Accompanied by Jason Derulo's "Try Me", the rolling sound of Finn's longboard and the clacking of Joshua's bike chain, the two sixth-graders sped along the country road past fields, forests and a few small towns until they reached Joshua's hometown after half an hour. Drasselfurt was a small and quiet village, curved around by said country road and crossed by the Drassel, the small stream that gave it its name, which swelled into a real little river depending on the season. In the hot August summer of 2019, the torrential masses of water had given way to a viscous trickle, leaving only the ditch that separated the gardens from the small country lane behind it.

At the end of the country lane, Joshua turned left on his bike, crossed the small main street of the village once, steered his bike into a narrow lane and stopped a little later in front of a historic-looking but small three-sided farmhouse. He opened the garage door on the left-hand side of the yard with a flourish and leaned his bike against a large stack of pallets while Finn admired the building. It wasn't really big, probably about the same size as the new-build detached house that Finn lived in with his parents, but somehow much more interesting. The residential building on the right and the barn on the left, which housed the garage among other things, were half-timbered buildings, while the smaller structure between the two buildings was made of red bricks. The fourth side of the courtyard was defined by a small wooden fence, behind which a wild flowerbed marked its territory, before it was put in its place by the cobblestones of the inner courtyard. Not far from the front door, towards which Joshua and his guest were now heading, stood a large bench seemingly carved from a single tree trunk, a garden table and a shiny red pedal tractor with a small yellow plastic shovel, just like the one Paul had. Just like him, Joshua was an only child, so presumably that thing was his own. Was he still playing with it at the age of ten? Kind of embarrassing, Finn thought, and then realized that he had played with the same thing only a few days ago. Good that his classmates didn’t knew that.

Joshua unlocked the large, dark front door, hurriedly slipped off his bright green Velcro shoes and kicked them against the small shoe bench with his heels. Finn, on the other hand, took a little more time to carefully lace up his new sneakers, while Joshua leaned impatiently in the doorway. Just as impatient as Joshua was the small, all-black cat, which suddenly squeezed through the cat flap in the front door behind Finn and strutted past him completely unimpressed.

"Wha... Oops!" Finn was astonished by the sudden appearance of the black bundle of fur: "Awwww, she's soo cute!"

"That's Ninja!" Joshua explained, crouching down on the floor in front of the cat and stroking its head: "And Ninja must be hungry again!" he said knowingly as he scratched the cat's ear: "Come on, let's feed the mini predator!"

The ten-year-old mini-farm resident led Finn through the cold hallway into the kitchen of the old house, while Ninja pranced around between the legs of the two boys, not quite knowing who to cuddle first. Finn looked around curiously. This place was different from his or his friends' homes. Not so tidy. Less conventional. Instead of the modern, white-grey-black fitted kitchen with all its angular and linear shapes, the large white drawers and all the shiny aluminum, Joshua's home was lined with a variety of old, heavy wooden furniture. Mixed up in colors and shapes, it looked fascinating! There was even an old stove in the corner, presumably still powered by coal or something, but next to it was a fairly new-looking ceramic hob. Joshua looked at a small seven-segment display, which was attached to the fridge along with colorful wires and a green electronics board, and then looked down at Ninja, who was already sitting expectantly in front of her bowls: "You just had it!" he noted. 2:43 was written on the display of the device, which looked like a bomb detonator in an action movie, and before Finn could ask, Joshua began to explain: "It's a little microcontroller that monitors when we feed Ninja! I built and programmed it with my mom, because Ninja always wants to eat, it's just not good for her! The big button here is for when she gets a can, then you can only feed her again five hours later. If she only gets dry food, the countdown is set to three hours. And this here," Joshua explained enthusiastically before pressing a slightly larger red button dangling loosely from two small cables twice, "is the treat button, it adds five minutes on top!" The display now read 2:53 and Finn thought he could see a disappointed look on the black cat's face: "Sorry Ninja, not for another three hours!" Joshua defended himself and stroked the purring cat's back.

"Well, never mind! Minecraft?" Joshua turned and ran out of the kitchen on his colorful socks while Finn was still busy looking at the furniture. In the hallway, Finn's eyes briefly lingered on the pictures hanging on the wall. Printed book pages in frames, stick figure comics with text, but also family pictures showing Joshua and his parents. Finn glanced briefly at one of the pictures. Joshua starting school as a little boy, with his mother next to him and his father grimacing - it looked really funny and, like little Joshua in the picture, Finn had to giggle for a moment.

"Fiiinn?" shouted a ten-year-old Joshua impatiently from the stairs: ""You coming?"

"Yeaahaa!" shouted a cheerful Finn, taking his eyes off the picture and sprinting after Joshua. Both children clattered noisily across the old wooden floorboards of the upper floor into the extension at the front of the former farmhouse, as if in a chase. There were only two doors leading off the hallway. Joshua was obviously on his way to the latter, but was stopped on the way there by a woman in her early thirties, obviously his mother.

"Back already?" she asked in surprise, looking first at her son and then shortly afterwards spotting Finn, who was now coming around the corner a little more hesitantly.

"Yup! The swimming pool is closed today because of broken filters, mega stupid!" Joshua reported, slightly out of breath, and looked at the door of the other room, at his mother and finally at Finn.

"And so who are you?" asked Joshua's mother, giggling as she looked at the boy, who had stopped shyly a few meters behind her son and was tapping his feet sheepishly. Somehow, Finn didn't quite know how to behave now. He had known the parents of his other friends for years and back in elementary school he hadn't really thought about how he should introduce himself to them and things like that. Joshua's mother looked at him encouragingly and Joshua also looked impatiently at his friend: "That's Finn, he's in my class too! We were supposed to build a dam in the swimming pool today, but well, that didn't work out," Joshua gushed and Finn couldn't help but notice how Joshua's mother raised an eyebrow in surprise when her son told her that he was one of his classmates. There it was again, the guilty feeling. Finn didn't really know what Joshua was saying about his classmates at home, but he was sure it couldn't be anything good.

"Hello, Mrs. ..." Finn said quietly and wondered what Joshua's last name was, what was the Minecraft server called again? Oh yes, that's right, "Mrs. Bruck!"

The woman giggled: "Oh, that's polite of you, but just call me Lena, Finn!"

Lena? That didn't sound at all like a mother's name, Finn thought to himself. Far too modern. In fact, Joshua's mother was very different from his. Certainly fifteen years younger and somehow she seemed much more ... chilled? For Finn, that wasn't really a word that could be used to describe adults, but it totally fitted here. In a way, Lena was also a different kind of adult.

"Can we play Minecraft? I want to show Finn my server!" Joshua asked impatiently.

"Umm," his mother replied somewhat embarrassed: "That's stupid timing! I've just sent the server to do some updates! I think it'll be done in half an hour. Why don't you go play something else until then and I'll let you know when it's back online! You could continue building your Lego Technic bucket wheel excavator!"

"Hmm, I don't think Finn thinks Lego is that cool," said Joshua, looking over to his new friend a little nervously. Finn swallowed. The incident with Joshua's Lego figures, which his friends had thrown around the classroom, had probably left a strong mark. It was completely silent for a moment until Finn summoned up all his courage and replied enthusiastically and almost a little offended at Joshua's assumption: " No ... of course I like Lego!"

As always, please make shure to comment under here if you liked the chapter & my story, Comments are always the best motivation!

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Author: giaci9
Timestamp: Dec 9, 2023 at 1:55 PM
Content: Thank you all for your kind comments! It's always nice to get feedback when writing a story. Honestly, it's what matters most!

Also, feedback can identify errors: Based on your feedback I discovered that I forgot to translate some names in the last Chapter. I have changed some Character's names from the german original because I thought the names would be to unusual for english speakers. So if you read something about a boy named "Yannik" and have asked yourself who he is, its "Joshua", I just forgot to change the name. I have fixed it now!

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Toet said:

Hello,

Thanks for the update. I'll like how the story and characters are developping. I'm looking forward to the next part.

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Character devlopment is really the main purpose of this story. It's all about how Finn develops and regresses, like in a transformation from teenager to kid again. That's, why it's called "The Metamorphosis", actually

oreobaby89 said:

Finally so excited!

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Yeah, I really "took my time" with the last chapter. Timing ist difficult right now for me, but I will try to post more often again. There are still a lot of chapters ahead of us!

Tuxus said:

Such a cute story! Can't wait to see more chapters <3

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Thank you very much for your compliment! It's certainly really cute, although some characters are quite serious, aren't they?

Growler0128 said:

my brother and i were born in Stuttgart.

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Nice! That sounds like propably your dad was part of the US military, as they are stationed in the south of germany (even still today). Actually, I imagined the city where the story takes place to also be in the south of germany, so probably not that far away from Stuttgart

Growler0128 said:

im glad Finn stopped and helped Joshua like he did. I know he just made a friend and made Joshua feel like a Billion dollars.

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I'm glad too. And more importantly. Finn surley also thinks that he did the right decision helping his little classmate. Heck, Joshua has been really nice to him whenever they met in the last chapters and finally, finally Finn is helping him. Well, not "standing up for him" in front of others, but at least not ignoring him and offering support! But there is more to come if I may spoiler you on that

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Author: giaci9
Timestamp: Dec 27, 2023 at 12:19 AM
Content: Chapter 10:
Day 13 Part Two:
Excavator

"Ya still have any black three-connection thingies?" Finn asked Joshua as he combed through the pile of mostly yellow, gray and black plastic Lego parts with great concentration. Joshua, also focused, pushed a few of the small components over towards him while continuing to assemble the conveyor belt with his other hand. It had been more than an hour since Joshua's mother had wanted to inform the two Lego builders that their Minecraft server was back up and running. However, Lena quickly realized that Finn and Joshua had obviously switched their priorities for this day from virtual bricks to real ones. So she quickly brought two small bottles of apple juice spritzer and a few pieces of apples for them and disappeared back into her office, certain that she would undoubtedly be able to work without interruption for the next few hours.
Her initial concern and amazement as to why a classmate of Joshua's was suddenly a guest, although Joshua had always sadly noted that he didn't have a single friend in class 6c, had also dissipated at the sight of the two children playing. They certainly seemed to be getting along splendidly.
Finn had quickly realized that Lego was somehow more than just a toy for elementary school children when he saw the huge bucket wheel excavator set. As if to confirm this, the age rating on the equally big packaging of the plastic monster read '12-16 years'. 16 was not the age at which Finn would have categorized children playing Lego. Luca's big brother had recently turned 16. Him and Lego? He couldn't really imagine that. Finn, on the other hand, was more absorbed in building the excavator than he ever was in anything else. He hadn't even thought about turning on any background music.
Joshua's bedroom was in the southern corner of the farmhouse. With its dark, old wooden planks and yellow-orange painted walls, it had looked inviting and calming to Finn as soon as he walked in. The ceiling was much higher than in his room, which meant that when you first entered the room, you didn't even notice that you were under the loft bed, which was two and a half meters high and seemed to float above you, firmly bolted to the wall on two sides without any supports. The third side, on the other hand, was held up by the mighty beam construction in the middle of the room. Joshua's room must have originally contained two separate rooms, which in turn explained the size of this room. Joshua's bedroom was even bigger than Finn's! That was one of the advantages of being an only child.
A large hammock stretched diagonally between the front window and the adjacent wall, while to the left of it under the second window was a long, half-height shelf with all kinds of stuff on it. Colorful books, plastic boxes with Lego pieces shining through, but also an extremely old-looking, shiny matt silver hi-fi system with a radio receiver, vinyl record player and even a double cassette deck. Two loudspeakers in the same dark walnut wood as the tree slices that had been used to make the shelf on which the speakers were placed completed the picture. Joshua's desk was right next to it, but apart from a few school books, a Spongebob pencil holder and some bits and pieces, it was completely empty. On Finn's desk, his gaming PC took up most of the desk space by far, but apart from the antique hi-fi system, Joshua's room had no electronics in it at all.
Despite the many storage options on the shelves under the windows or in the cupboard to the right of the entrance, all kinds of toys were scattered untidily on the floor. One of the large plastic Lego boxes had obviously been tipped over in the search for certain bricks on the large car carpet and was now lying in the middle of the room, as was the resulting pile of building blocks. Next to the old upcycled grain sack, which apparently served as a beanbag, were several open books and Mickey Mouse magazines as well as a large, white and gray stuffed animal husky. An inviting chaos that made Joshua's room look much more like Paul's nursery than Finn's own four walls. Not that the twelve-year-old would have imagined his young classmate's room to be any different if he had thought about it. Simply playchild. But was that a bad thing? Now that Finn himself was squatting on the floor and building the huge Lego Technic set with all his might, he was beginning to understand why the boy with the tousled dark blond hair was the way he was. Joshua was a master at doing things that were really fun. The paper airplane in the swimming pool. The jokes about the lifeguard, even the tire-flick operation!
Finn had always unknowingly chosen his leisure activities according to what seemed coolest. The BMX back in the day? Check. The longboard? That's what he wanted when all the cool Youtubers started doing it. Or when they had converted his old bedroom at the beginning of fifth grade into the cool, but essentially boring and impersonal room he now lived in. Finn had finally sold his old Lego at a garage sale for the second-hand graphics card that was now in his PC. No matter what Finn's hobby was, it had always been something that was cool. The sixth grader didn't have to worry when classmates with whom he had previously only been loose friends visited him at home for the first time. Everything in his room was ready to tell the story of a cool teenager, at least apart from the pullups that had recently found their way into his closet.
Joshua, on the other hand, never seemed to think in terms of "cool" or "popular". He did what he enjoyed, what he was interested in, even if the others didn't understand. He was non-conformist.

Of course, Joshua also wanted to fit in. Of course, Finn had also noticed the stunned, sad face that Joshua made when one of the many nasty things had happened in the last two school years. Finn had never really been interested in these events. For example, he hadn't been involved when they had thrown Joshua's pants into the girls' locker room after PE, nor had he defended him back then. He hadn't even really been aware of what was happening, joking with his buddies about the new biology teacher and only taking notice of Joshua and the drama that was going on when he started crying. Which, in turn, he found super super embarrassing for a sixth grader.
Now the same boy pushed a few Lego technic bars across the wooden floorboards of his nursery. Finn took them wordlessly, smiled politely and suddenly realized what they had done to the ten-year-old. They had teased, bullied and tormented him because he simply was the way he was. Finn wondered how he could ever make up for it.

Just as they were starting to assemble the excavator's main gearbox, which consisted of countless gears, rods and belts of different colors and sizes, they were abruptly interrupted by a knock on Joshua's bedroom door. Without waiting for an answer, Joshua's father opened the door: "Hey guys! I really don't want to disturb you, I know, the digger has to be finished and all that, and you're behind schedule anyway," he joked, "but dinner's ready! And experience has shown that the union will soon go on the barricades if you don't provide your workers with food and then your big project will never get off the ground!"
"Uuugghhh," Joshua grumbled, while Finn giggled at Joshua's dad's jokes: "Why already?"

"Ehhh, 1pm?" Joshua's dad explained, raising his eyebrows and making an explanatory hand gesture as if he'd just had a legal argument. Joshua had apparently inherited his dark blonde hair from his father, but unlike his son, Joshua's father wore his hair short and sported a slick seven-day beard. Joshua's dad was a whole lot taller than Finn's father, also in his early thirties like Lena, and wore a combination of a bordeaux red and black tiled lumberjack shirt and black trousers. The two boys were visibly puzzled. Was it really already 1 p.m., so they had been building on the Lego excavator for three hours? Finn, who had already experienced when playing computer games that time passed at different speeds depending on how much fun you were having, was more than just amazed.
"Come on!" shouted Joshua as he held on to the timber frame post with one hand and turned in circles around it: "You really don't want to miss Daddy's Bolognese!"

When Finn stood up, motivated by his enthusiastic friend, the first thing he instinctively did was to press one hand against his crotch. Finn had needed to pee pretty damn badly for quite a while. Considering that they had already been working on the bucket wheel excavator for three hours and that Finn had drunk the entire half-liter bottle of apple juice, that was only logical. Not that Finn hadn't noticed. He had just kept putting off going to the toilet. Not because he was interested in what would inevitably happen, and not because he just wanted to wet his pants like a little boy. The only reason had been that there was still one more brick that needed to be placed, one more page of the instructions that could be turned before Finn wanted to get up and run to the toilet. Now it was almost too late. Finn knew the limits of his bladder well by now.
Joshua's perceptiveness didn't miss the situation the twelve-year-old was in: "If you need to pee, our toilet is right there," he called as the two of them walked through the hallway and pointed to the left. Finn took his hand to the side in a flash, embarrassed: "Nope!" he said, almost a little indignantly.

Joshua shrugged his shoulders unconcernedly and jumped down the last few steps of the stairs full of enthusiasm while Finn put his left hand in his trouser pocket so that he could hold himself more inconspicuously. While smelling the really extraordinarily tempting aroma of the lunch, he briefly questioned why he hadn't just said yes and quickly disappeared to the toilet. This was going to be a close call!
Of course, just as he had just pressed a hand between his legs purely out of reflex in order to hold his pee better, by now it had become a reflex for Finn to resolutely say 'no' when someone asked him if he had to go to the bathroom. What else could he do as often as his mother nagged him? If Finn were to look back over the last few days, he would probably realize that he only went to the toilet once or twice a day anyway, after being asked several times. During the day, Finn discreetly peed in his swimming trunks when he was in the pool, at home in his pants and after a certain time in his night diaper. Going to the toilet had become a rare event for him without him realizing it. Maybe that was why he had said no? He hadn't had much opportunity to think about it.
It was only when he sat down next to his ten-year-old classmates on the wooden corner bench of the large kitchen table that Finn realized how hungry he actually was. And the food tasted really damn good! For the first few minutes, the Bruck family's dining table was gluttonously silent until the two children finally reached a certain level of satiety and the sixth graders became much more talkative: " By the way, the excavator is super cool!" Joshua began to enthuse after he had put down his glass out of breath: "We've just started with the gearbox, did you know that the thing is powered by four Power Functions motors?"

"Hear, hear," Joshua's father replied: "That's four more than on the computer and yet you're always sitting in front of that box," he joked.
Joshua rolled his eyes in annoyance and irony: "Yes, Dad, but there's also Minecraft! And there are diamonds in Minecraft! And zombies! And zombies are much cooler than Power Functions engines, everyone knows that!" the ten-year-old laughed.
“Zombies?”, Joshua’s dad replied, “All they can do is shout “Raawr” and run against windows anyways!” Frank theatrically imitated a Minecraft zombie, causing the two boys to burst out laughing.

Finn, who, hidden from sight by the solid wooden table, had been pressing his left hand directly between his legs the whole time anyway, and had even been restlessly sliding back and forth and nervously rocking his legs back and forth under the table for the last few minutes, felt that he could no longer hold back his urge to pee while he laughed his head off at Joshua's father's zombie interpretation. First the twelve-year-old felt his boxer shorts getting wet, shortly afterwards he could also feel the liquid on his left hand, which he then pressed even more firmly between his legs. Joshua looked over briefly and of course noticed that his new friend had to pee extremely urgently. He quickly looked away again so as not to offend Finn, after all, he had just elegantly pointed it out to him anyway. Or at least tried to. While Finn continued to laugh and couldn't believe that there were even fathers who knew how zombies behaved in Minecraft, more and more pee gushed into his jeans in bursts. While the twelve-year-old wanted to joke along and, still laughing, interjected himself: "Yes, at least they're not as stupid as Villagers!" Finn clasped his hands together: "Hmmmm, hmmm! Anyone want diamonds for five grains?" he mimicked the computer game characters, while at the same time finally managing to stop the pee again. His pants were covered in a wet spot the size of a soccer ball and Finn could even feel a drop of pee slowly trickling down his lower right leg. After he had finished his interpretation, he hurriedly pulled his left hand back under the table and pressed it again against the now soaked fabric of his trousers. He had just lost the battle against his bladder for a moment, but he still had to fight so badly not to wet himself even more with each of the many laughs that arose from the boisterous table talk over the next half hour. Finn was extremely impressed by how cool Joshua's father seemed to be. He was more like his cousin Frederik, who was studying in Hamburg in his mid-twenties and, unlike Finn's father, didn't give the impression that he didn't understand the mindset and behavior of teenagers at all. Sometimes Finn wondered if his father even knew how fun worked anymore. "Finn, let's get on with building!" Joshua finally suggested, as his mother had already got up from the kitchen table and was clearing it with his father. Luckily, the two of them were in the middle of loading the dishwasher, so Finn managed to keep his wet pants hidden from the two adults. Luckily, Joshua also ran ahead of Finn again, so that Finn was able to keep holding himself, unnoticed by anyone else present, and tiptoed nervously from one leg to the other as he walked. Run to the toilet, now!

Finn couldn't even manage three steps.

As a last resort, he even used his second hand to help himself and squirmed, while at the same time sensing that it was simply too late now. Finn briefly cursed his decision not to leave his pullup on this morning after all, until his brain shifted to feeling the incredible relief that had just swept through the sixth grader.An estimated five seconds later, Joshua realized something was wrong. The wooden floorboards in the hallway creaked whenever someone walked over them and right now they were only creaking under his own feet.

"Finn, have you put down roots?" Joshua asked with indignation and amusement as he hastily turned around and saw his classmate standing in the kitchen doorway, as if stuck to the floor. The midday sun was shining brightly through the large kitchen window, so Joshua didn't realize at first what was happening to his new friend in the glare. First he heard an indefinable splashing sound and saw drops raining down between the sixth grader's legs onto the tiles beneath him. Initially it were just a few wet splashes on the floor, but a small puddle quickly formed. Finn was peeing himself! Tentatively, much more slowly and deliberately than he had just jumped up from the kitchen table, Joshua now approached Finn again. Meanwhile, Finn had apparently given up any hope of being able to contain his accident. Finn stood with his legs apart, his hands relaxed. Joshua saw drops of pee rolling down the twelve-year-old's legs until they either landed in the puddle below him or were absorbed into his socks. The dark, wet stain on the front of his previously light blue denim shorts was clearly visible - in fact, the entire pair of shorts was now dark blue, and there were even traces on the edge of his red T-shirt of Finn's losing battle against his bladder.

"Uhmmm," Joshua said, looking over at Finn, overwhelmed. He raised his head and looked at him sheepishly.

"Yeah well ..." Joshua started again: "Are you finished?" he asked.

"I think so," Finn mumbled shyly, as a few drops fell to the floor below him. Joshua saw his mother look over at the two of them from the kitchen and watched as Finn looked ashamed down at the puddle beneath him.

Joshua smiled unconcernedly: "'Just happens'," he said, tilting his head, shrugging his shoulders and smiling encouragingly at Finn: "Uhhhh, best go to the guest toilet, I'll get you a new pair of pants!"

Joshua looked past Finn and saw his mother fetching the mop from the small storeroom behind the kitchen and winking at her son. So the puddle wouldn't be a problem either. While Finn broke out of his stupor and slowly walked to the nearby guest toilet, leaving wet footprints on the floorboards, Joshua ran upstairs to his room and hastily opened his closet. He took out a rolled-up pair of socks, some pants, the underpants that were at the top of the pile, an undershirt and a red shirt with a cartoon duck print. He ran back downstairs, took the last few steps in one leap and ran past his mother, who was drying the kitchen floor.

There was a knock on the door of the small guest bathroom and Finn, who had just sat down on the closed toilet seat in his wet clothes without a second thought and was just beginning to realize what had just happened to him, got up again and opened the door. Joshua was standing outside, holding a colorful pile of clothes out to him in encouragement: "Hurry up! I'll wait until you're finished with the Lego too, I promise!" he winked at his friend.

"Thanks, man!" Finn replied, relieved, and allowed a smile to return to his face. After all, pee pants had practically become routine for him by now.

After the bathroom door had closed again, Finn first glanced at the pile of clothes in his hands. At the top was a neatly folded red T-shirt from which a bald comic duck with a long orange beak grinned at him. Definitely not a creature from the Disney universe, connoisseurs of the genre would identify this duck as Alfred J. Kwak instead. Finn didn't have to unfold the shirt to know that it said 'Kwak Kwak' in thick capital letters and a yellow-orange gradient under the duck's head, as he had seen the shirt on his classmate many times before. Curious, Finn ran a hand through the pile of clothes and pulled out the undershirt. White with cyan blue edges and covered with prints of small, also cyan blue cars and boats. The shirt could have been worn ironically, but the underwear and the briefs in the same color combination looked really embarrassing for an almost seventh grader! The bright white underpants with their shape, color and print looked more like one of his pullups than underpants for teenagers. It was exactly the kind of underpants Joshua was always teased for in the school locker room. Even the socks and trousers that Joshua had randomly picked out of his closet did little to make the outfit that Finn would be wearing for the next few hours look even the slightest bit cooler. Orange, light blue and dark blue striped socks with a red monster truck at ankle height. The light blue jeans were decorated with a dark blue patch on the right knee to match Joshua's trousers. It even looked as if they were exactly the same pants. Was it a coincidence that they were worn through at the same point, or was Finn on the trail of a conspiracy? Five minutes later, Finn had crumpled his wet clothes into a pile, thrown the now wet towel on top of them, put on the clothes Joshua had provided and looked at himself briefly in the bathroom mirror. The underwear had turned out to be very childish, but also extremely comfortable and the T-shirt also felt very cozy. When Finn looked at his reflection in the mirror, he couldn't help but grin. About two weeks ago, he had been playing Playmobil with Paul and when Paul asked him how old he was, he had replied that he was eight. Two weeks ago, only a five-year-old like Paul would have believed him, but now he definitely didn't look older than ten. More like a nine or ten-year-old. Especially in combination with his hairstyle, which he hadn't combed to the side this morning as usual and then fixed in place with hair gel, but which now hung a little tousled over his forehead, the boy who was smiling at him in the mirror looked like a grade-schooler. Finn took a quick look around the bathroom, glanced at the pile of wet clothes on the floor and the small pile of books and magazines next to the toilet bowl, then dashed upstairs to Joshua's nursery. After all, there was a giant excavator waiting for him!

Joshua had spent the last few minutes sorting through the remaining individual parts from the previous packages that were still lying around, then sorting all the unopened Lego bags in order and, when Finn still hadn't turned up, had slipped over to his stereo system. Joshua switched the amplifier to phono with a loud clack, picked up the pick-up arm of the old record player and carefully placed it on the very edge of the vinyl record. The A-side of "Funny How Sweet Co-Co Can Be" by the English 70s glam rock band Sweet had been playing on Joshua's record player for a while, so after a few seconds of hearing only the crackling of the old record, "Co-Co" came out of the speakers. Joshua liked this music, which was both very cheerful and excited at the same time, and was easy to hum along to. He normally only listened to radio plays while building Lego, if at all, but after Finn had played music on his little blue box so often on the side, he wanted to do the same for once.

" "Wow, cool!" Finn was amazed when he and Joshua knelt in front of his stereo shortly afterwards and saw a record player for the first time in his life. Slowly, steadily and almost unimpressed, it turned the large black disk while the slender silver arm danced slightly up and down. Finn's right index finger tentatively approached the record and finally touched it. The record suddenly slowed down and the music, which had just become bright and friendly, suddenly turned into a dull rumble! Startled, the twelve-year-old pulled his finger back: "Woah!" he exclaimed in surprise. Finn played around with this old gizmo for a few more minutes, pressing on the record with his fingers from above so that the pitch of the music changed just a little, trying to turn the platter like a playground carousel to make the notes even higher and finally grabbing the record with one hand and pushing it back and forth like a DJ.

"Ahhh, that'll break it," Joshua objected, startled, and lifted his new friend's hand.

"Really? Oh, I didn't know! But DJs do that too, don't they?" asked Finn in amazement

"I don't know," Joshua replied as he flipped the plastic cover of the record player back down: "I wanted to do it too, but Grandpa said it wasn't good for it!"

"Oh, sorry!" replied Finn, while first Joshua and then Finn slid back over to the giant Lego construction site on their knees. That probably explained why there were patches on many of Joshua's pants, Finn thought with a grin, before his attention wandered back to the bucket wheel excavator for the next few hours.

"Bye-bye!" Finn called out eight hours later, waving once again in the direction of the blue, slightly dirty VW Caddy, which was just turning in the cul-de-sac of the small road. Joshua and he had continued working on the bucket wheel excavator until it had slowly become dark outside. At some point, Finn had rushed to the toilet once again and had only noticed by chance that he had left his cell phone on the windowsill in the bathroom after the whole wet pants thing after lunch and had not only missed several messages from his friends but also two calls from his mother. According to the small, thin numbers on the top half of the screen, it was already just before eight o'clock in the evening and Finn suddenly realized that he must have somehow forgotten the time. He hurriedly typed on his smartphone and called his mother back. He briefly let her know where he was and negotiated that he could stay with Joshua for at least another hour. When his mother suggested that he could just spend the night at Joshua's, Finn's heart suddenly beat faster. Finn wanted anything but to be away from the little farm and Joshua's Lego playroom. "Oh," said his mother just as Finn was about to express his excitement, "That's not possible! You haven't got any of your pullups with you ..." That hit home. "Geez!" Finn replied in frustration. He could hardly admit that he didn't actually need them. "Oh, and besides, we're going to the zoo tomorrow with Pauly and Antonia, so it wouldn't be a good idea anyway," she said more to herself, while Finn sighed in disillusionment. Shortly after nine, Lena had driven Finn back by car after noticing that the slight twelve-year-old was already pretty exhausted after a long day, even if he didn't admit it. A few minutes later, Joshua and Finn were sitting in the back seat of the old van while Lena slowly drove the car along the county roads, which were already relatively empty at this time of day. The wind whistled softly through the open hinged window and slowly cooled the relatively warm interior of the car. Finn leaned wearily against the rough plastic outside of Joshua's booster seat and gazed into the forest on the other side of the glass windows, which was only sparsely lit by the car's headlights. Joshua had also leaned his head against the headrest of his blue-dotted booster seat and yawned. The two boys used the rest of the car journey to chat quietly about the reasons why they hadn't finished the Lego digger today and to make another appointment for the following Tuesday while they were both getting sleepier and sleepier.

It was only when they got out of the car in the new housing estate in the Grundhausen suburb that the two soon-to-be seventh-graders, who certainly didn't looked like that, woke up a little. Finn rang the doorbell and both children were happy that a conversation had started between their mothers so that they still had a few minutes to chat.

"Finny, where did you get that T-shirt from? And the trousers?" His mother noticed her son's change of clothes mid-sentence and suddenly snapped him out of his conversation with Joshua.

"Um ... Joshua lent them to me after I peed my pants!" Finn replied, visibly unconcerned and smiling mischievously. His mother stroked his hair and said, as she had done so often recently: "Oh Finny..."

"We just put his wet clothes in the washing machine at our place, that's no problem. Finn can just bring Joshi's stuff back with him on Tuesday," Lena explained. Finn's mother sighed, looking lovingly at her son: "Unfortunately, Finn's having a lot of trouble going to the toilet on time at the moment again," she admitted grudgingly and gave the man in question a pat on the shoulder. "Moooooom!," Finn grumbled indignantly and looked over at Joshua, looking worried and ashamed.
Joshua pulled up the left corner of his mouth and winked at his new-found friend. He had long since noticed that his classmate still had problems going to the toilet on time when he needed to. It was kind of embarrassing for a twelve-year-old, Joshua thought, but it didn't really matter. Finn was a really cool friend, he hadn't had as much fun as he had today building the bucket wheel excavator, so it didn't really matter if Finn had peed himself in the meantime!

"It doesn't matter!" Joshua whispered to Finn so that the adults couldn't hear. Hearing this, Finn smiled subtly and realized at the same moment that he had finally found a friend who accepted him for who he really was.

Tired but satisfied, Finn strolled towards the kitchen after his mother and Lena had finally finished their little parental chat, happily humming the catchy chorus of Sweet's 'Little Willy'. His father, who had been busy scrolling disinterestedly through the latest real estate ads on his tablet while the daily news was on TV, suddenly raised his head in surprise and squinted. That tune!
Back then!
Oh my goodness!

Memories suddenly fluttered through the head of the man in his late forties. It was back in the mid-eighties, when the electrosynth sounds of Depeche Mode were suddenly all the rage in his clique and they bought their first mopeds. Karl had thrown away his pop rock LPs by Sweet and the Archies, which he had had for as long as he could remember, in shame. They had been far too uncool back then.

As always, please make shure to comment under here if you liked the chapter & my story, Comments are always the best motivation!

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Author: giaci9
Timestamp: Jan 13, 2024 at 1:09 PM
Content: Again, thank you all for your many and kind comments. That's what really makes writing (and in this case, translating) fun and motivating!

Growler0128 said:

Are they both bedwetters or only Finn?

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well, technically speaking ... none is! Finn is certainky mimcking him being a bedwetter in order to get diapers (so far sucessfully ) but isn't a real bedwetter per se.
And for Joshi, we don't specifically know if he is a bedwetter since the story is written from Finn's perspective and he doesn't know anything about that yet, but it's for shure unlikely, isn't it?
Do you really wan't me to spolier you on that?

BeKind said:

Happy New Year!
Glad to see Joshua and Finn again.Joshua is so sweet and Finn is innocent.They are so cute.His action of trying not to embarrass Finn is great.

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Yeah, Joshi really is a great kid. Not prejudiced, doing what he find's fun in, wouldn't we all want to be just like him? Also, for being only 10 years old, I find, he appears relly smart and bright, doesn't he? And trying to not embarrass Finn even though he is embarassed and bullied by Finn's friends in school constantly seems to be such a great character!

oreobaby89 said:

Loved the chapter and the development of Finn and Joshuas relationship. I really love that Finn wore some of Joshua's childish clothes and briefs. I look forward to another great chapter.

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I think the two would make very good friends for shure. And also, Joshi's kiddie clothes seem to have light a spark of desire in Finn, haven't they? But that's something we will learn more about in the next chapter ...
Chapters with the two friends are again some of my favorites as I just like both characters so much - maybe Joshi even more than Finn.

polyacrylate said:

one of the best abdl storys going for sure! hope to see an update

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Oh wow, thats such a huge compliment, thank you! Is it evident that the story is a translation or does it flow naturally in reading? Sometimes I have trouble transporting different figures of speech into english, for example "play child" which in germany is a really is an insult amongst kids but doesn't appear to be like that in english.

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Author: giaci9
Timestamp: Jan 13, 2024 at 9:54 PM
Content:

LudoErgoSum said:

The easiest adaptation would be to replace "play child" with "baby" and leave it at that.

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Thank you for your suggestion! I thought about it a bit more ... the thing is, "playchild" is what the other boys at school mock Joshi with. Yeah, "baby" would work. But the stupid yet interesting thing about "playchild" is that it is an insult even though it's complety normal for kids to play - it's just an insult for kids who think they're too grown up for playing with toys. So, not for Joshua.
Right now, I am thinking of using "lego kiddie" as translation for that, what do you think about that?

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Author: giaci9
Timestamp: Jan 14, 2024 at 2:29 PM
Content: Chapter 11
Day 14 Part One: "So what, you too!?"

Previously on “the Metamorphosis”:

It's the summer of 2019 - sun lotion, the local pool and heat. That's probably the best way to sum up the start of twelve-year-old Finn's summer vacations. But that wasn't what would change everything in the life of the otherwise cool and independent sixth-grader during these vacations. Finn, who has had an affection for diapers his whole life, had come up with a plan to get his hands on those white crinkle-things again. Not via Amazon, but as it had been described in countless clichéd diaper stories so far: by starting to wet his bed on purpose. In the meantime, his parents had already added pull-up bedwetting diapers to his wardrobe for the night. He had essentially already achieved his goal, but now Finn was also starting to pee in his pants during the day and was slowly realizing that this had only been the beginning of his transformation ...

"Good morning, you early birdy," laughed Finn's mother Elisabeth in good spirits as she walked into the living room at half past nine and looked down at her son lying on the carpet in front of the TV. After Finn had gotten up extraordinarily early on Saturday, originally to build a dam in the swimming pool with Joshua, he had also gone to bed at half past ten last evening, pretty exhausted from the long day. After Joshua and his mother, who in Elisabeth's eyes was surprisingly young, had said goodbye last night, Finn had gone to bed quite early and fallen asleep quickly, which meant that he had been awake for almost two hours on this sunny summer morning. The twelve-year-old had settled comfortably in front of the flat screen, zapping through cartoons on Netflix while slurping his cereal and thinking about the upcoming Sunday. For the second time in a long time, he had woken up that morning in dry pyjamas and an equally dry bed. He had only put his night-time pull-up on an hour before going to bed, so it had only been about half full when Finn had woken up this morning and the sixth grader finally had the opportunity to spend a morning in diapers again.

Two hours of Spongebob and Ninjago. He had even checked out Paw Patrol out of interest, but then realized that a series with matching branded pull-up diapers was probably too infantile for him. However, his own pull-up had been used extensively by him in the meantime, so that by now, it felt soaking wet from the front to the back and rested heavily on his bottom. Between Finn's legs, the absorbent core had swollen up and sadly left him in no doubt that he would have to say goodbye to his night diaper by the end of breakfast at the latest. That had become routine for him by now.

Instead, Finn had spent the last half hour silently wondering how he should deal with his pants-wetting situation during the day. After the incident at Joshua's yesterday and the way his new friend had comforted him that wet pants weren't a bad thing after all, Finn had decided that night to simply stop to go to the bathroom on his own at all. It was just too much fun to just mindlessly delay going to the toilet like a kindergartener until it finally became too late and then pee his pants full blast! Finn loved the feeling that overcame him when his pee suddenly gushed out even though he was still trying his very actual best to hold it in. The relief! However, the soon-to-be seventh grader had only ever peed his pants at home, at Joshua's or at Paul and Antonia's, where everyone was always understanding anyway, but today he faced a day out in the nearby adventure forest with its treetop path and mini zoo instead. Did he really want to wet his pants there, among all the other kids and grown-ups? That would suddenly be a whole new level of embarrassment. But on the other hand, it would also be noticeable if he didn't pee himself today, wouldn't it? Finn wasn't really sure yet.

"Come on, sweety, breakfast is ready!" his mother finally snapped him out of his thoughts as she paused the cartoon series on the large flat screen. Without complaining, her son jumped up from the living room carpet and ran over to the large kitchen table with his night-time diaper sagging visibly between his legs. Finn had a real smile on his face, even before he realized that Elisabeth had already prepared the entire Sunday breakfast for the little family in the last few minutes. She had even topped the bread rolls, which Finn normally did himself for the last four years, and even garnished the slices of sausage on Finn's grain roll with little tomatoes and parsley. It almost looked like the serving suggestion on the sausage packaging.

"Woah! Thank you, Mommy!" exclaimed Finn and grabbed the apple juice glass even before he could reach for one of the rolls or the small woodruff dessert that was already waiting for him. "Where's Dad anyway?" asked the twelve-year-old after he had finished the glass and then taken a quick breath.

"Oh ...", Finn's mother replied, smiling thoughtfully, " ... he ... he's still asleep. He was up half the night listening to music." By the time Karl had climbed into bed with Elisabeth, it was well past midnight. Her husband had been lost in deep thoughts through last night. He'd put on his Bluetooth headphones and sat down on the large lounger on the terrace and looked up at the moon. Ultimately, when his son was long asleep, Karl had gone for a walk in the moonshine. "Are you all right, darling?" Elisabeth had asked her husband in astonishment when she was already standing in the bathroom with a toothbrush in her mouth and had heard Karl turn the front door key.

"I'm just going for another walk, Lisy!" he had mumbled, smiled thoughtfully at his wife and gone outside while Billy Idol's "White Wedding" played faintly from his headphones. Finn's mother had frozen for a moment with the toothbrush in her mouth. Lisy, how long had it been since he'd called her that? At some point, after college and before Finn's birth, Karl's childhood sweetheart "Lisy" had become "Elisabeth". Not that either of them had intended it, but just as the couple had adapted over the years, moving from the big city with its crazy circle of friends to the countryside, the pet names had adapted too. The daily routines had become more uniform, Lisy started working in the development department of a large roller manufacturer, Karl was given more responsibility for personnel, Elisabeth became a mother and they built the detached house in the new development area. Where had the time gone in all those years? Karl wandered through the suburbs and thought about old times, forgotten friends and the decisions he had made that had to be made, while Elisabeth soon switched off the bedside lamp and fell asleep contentedly.

"Sleepyhead," Finn giggled happily before taking a bite of his sandwich. Usually it was always his father who lovingly and admonishingly called Finn "sleepyhead" after he usually didn't get up until ten o'clock at the weekend. While Finn devoured the two tempting, delicious-looking halves of his sandwich, his mother and he chatted about all the opportunities for adventure that the large Brokenforst, which had been well developed for tourism for several decades, offered. They used to go there often, sometimes with Lucca or other friends of Finn. The mini-zoo, which actually only consisted of a bird house and the monkey enclosure, the summer sledge run, but especially the huge playground with the three large slide-and-climbing towers had appealed to Finn in his elementary school days.

In recent years, according to the brochure that Finn's mother had tactically placed on the kitchen table as a teaser, the summer sled run had been significantly expanded and was now advertised as a new attraction, the playground had been equipped with additional equipment and an interactive app now showed the way through the entire adventure forest.

It was only when Finn was already scraping the remaining green pudding off the edge of the small plastic cup with the edge of his spoon that Elisabeth asked her son the question she had been meaning to ask all morning.

"Well ... Finn?" she asked, but continued with her question before her son could mumble 'yes': "Because of your pee-pee problem. You do have wet pants a lot now," she began timidly. Finn put the Johgurt cup aside, squeezed his heavenly warm and soaked pull-up with his legs, buried his hands under the cushion of the chair he was sitting on and looked nervously up at his mother.

"Mmh," the twelve-year-old nodded in agreement, "I'm sorry," he said, as he had said so many times before. He wasn't.

"I know, my big boy," Elisabeth replied and smiled at her son, "But that's a silly thing, isn't it? When you're suddenly standing there in wet pants and have to change your clothes and everything," she continued.

"Mmh," Finn nodded again: "Super mega stupid!" he agreed with his mother.

"And I'm sure that's very unpleasant and embarrassing for you too," Finn's mother continued and Finn wondered what she was getting at. A hunch sprouted in him, almost a kind of hope ...

"Mmmh," Finn nodded again, listening.

"We, I, we, Dad and I, had thought about whether it might help you if we took a bit of the pressure out of the whole situation, without the constant wet pants, the cleaning and the disappointments," Elisabeth made another rhetorical pause, during which Finn just looked at her intently and even forgot to nod.

"In short, shall we try today what it's like if you wear one of your night-time pull-ups during the trip today, just to be on the safe side? Just for security, as an emergency net, so to speak. As a backup, as it's called on the computer. Then it's not so bad if you don't make it to the toilet in time!"

"Yes!" replied Finn with determination, conviction and certainly a touch too euphoric given the situation. He hadn't thought about it for a nanosecond and all the thoughts he'd had this morning about whether he should just wet his pants in the adventure forest, among other people, were now obsolete. Finn only managed to conceal his enthusiasm from Elisabeth with some difficulty while he played with his pudding cup: "I think it's really better this way," he said in consternation, continuing to play with his empty pudding cup: "At least then nobody will notice."

Fifteen minutes later, Finn was standing in the bathroom, had thrown his bursting night diaper into the diaper bin that had been provided for this very purpose several days ago and was now slipping into a fresh pair of his special night time pants without any hesitation. Finn very slowly pulled up the now familiar pull-up between his legs. The elastic side wings stretched and the bedwetting diaper crackled slightly as the cuffs of the leakage protection straightened. So now Finn was officially a child who had to wear diapers as a precaution during the day because he peed his pants that often. Almost like little Paul, except that he had real Pampers, thicker, with great designs and tapes. And with the difference that, unlike Paul, everyone expected him to only use his diapers for emergencies, but then again, that was an expectation which Finn wouldn't obey for shure.

Shortly afterwards, the twelve-year-old stood in front of his white Ikea closet, pulled out the pants drawer and fished out a pair of wide, black Tommy Hilfinger shorts. Perfect for concealing a diaper! On the other hand, they were one of the few pairs of almost-new pants Finn currently had in stock and would certainly be beat up after a day on the slide tower. Finn's gaze fell on the dark blue three-quarter jeans that were lying directly under the shorts on the pile of clothes: just right for the expected mild summer day and just as suitable for a day at the playground! Gently, careful not to ruin anything on his fresh pull-up, Finn pulled the jeans up, slipped off the dark blue and red top of his Spiderman pyjamas in one fluid movement and threw it over his desk chair, where Joshua's bright red Kwak T-shirt was already lying.

"Hm," Finn thoughtfully whispered to himself. He pulled open the other drawer of his wardrobe briefly and looked inside. A few white, blue and black T-shirts and sweatshirts, which he actually really liked, but which really didn't suit a day in the adventure forest with a diaper under his pants. "Fiiiiinn, are you coming?" Elisabeth, who was already standing impatiently at the front door, suddenly called out, snapping Finn out of his thoughts. Finn hurriedly pulled on Joshua's colorful T-shirt, grabbed his cell phone from the bed, put on a pair of black Puma socks, pulled open his bedroom door and ran down the stairs.

Although her son was visibly enthusiastic as he tore open the front door and they had actually wanted to leave fifteen minutes ago, Elisabeth abruptly stopped the twelve-year-old: "Finny, will you please go for a quick pee before we leave? If we're in the car, it'll be difficult if you suddenly have to go urgently"

"I don't have to," Finn said hurriedly, still holding the door handle.

"Finny, please. You never have to until it's too late," his mother lectured him.

Finn was annoyed and crossed his arms: "But I really don't have to!" he insisted, certainly not appearing like a boy who would soon be in seventh grade.

"Come on, Finny," Elisabeth sighed at the situation, "There's plenty of time! We're not leaving until you've gone to the toilet little mister!"

"Oh no, c'mon!", Finn moaned, looked at his mother briefly and resigned to his fate. Finn ran over to the small guest toilet, opened the toilet seat, pulled down the zipper of his jeans, slowly counted to thirty in his head, flushed the toilet and ran back into the hallway while he was still buttoning his trousers. Satisfied, Finn and his mother climbed into the little Range Rover while they both thought they had won their battle.

"Fiiiiinn, hiiiiiiiii!" Paul greeted him three quarters of an hour later, beaming with joy. The five-year-old and his mother were already waiting at the front door when Finn and Elisabeth got out of their car. Paul was also wearing a pair of dark blue three-quarter jeans and a red T-shirt, in a coincidental partner look to Finn, with the only difference being that the face of Fireman Sam was emblazoned on Paul's chest instead of Alfred J. Kwak. Only the red sandals matched the rest of Paul's outfit better than Finn's fashionable sneakers. "Come on, Finn! You can sit next to me here too!" shouted the five-year-old kindergartener enthusiastically, pulling his playmate towards the minivan that was already parked in front of the garage. Paul placed his diaper butt in a child seat that reminded Finn of the back seat in Joshua's car, while the twelve-year-old claimed the free space on the right-hand side of it. The two mothers got into the front seats shortly afterwards, joking loudly, and it was only when Antonia pressed the start button that Elisabeth remembered that she had actually intended to send her son to the toilet again: "Finny, do you have to go to the toilet again?" she asked eagerly as the car was already rolling off.

"Nooo, I don't wanaaa!" Finn replied playfully, making Paul giggle too. The five-year-old grinned at Finn and seemed to sense that Finn really needed to pee badly and was hiding it again. In fact, Finn had already tried to discreetly wee in his pull-up on the drive to Paul and Antonia's, after all he had drunk a huge glass of apple juice at breakfast. However, sitting in the car, it hadn't turned out to be that easy. Although Finn had by now managed to overcome his initial inner barrier of not wetting his pants and was able to pee his diaper with ease while lying in his bed, standing up or sitting on his desk chair, he hadn't managed to pee his emergency pull-up in the passenger seat. After several unsuccessful attempts, the sixth grader had finally given up and was now looking at the prospect that sooner or later he would be peeing in his pull-up diaper anyway. He looked over at Paul, who was sunk deep into his child seat and calmly gazing out of the window at the passing landscape. Paul probably didn't worry about such things, but just peed his pampers whenever he felt like it. Finn could hardly wait to finally tell him that he was finally wearing diapers too again!

Almost half an hour later, Finn pressed the small black button on the window control, bored. Shortly before the autobahn intersection, they had apparently hit a traffic jam and were now in a steady but very slow stop-and-go traffic. The window apparently ignored Finn's request, the twelve-year-old pressed the button again more firmly, but nothing happened: "Antonia, is the electric window broken?" Finn asked perplexedly.

"Oh no, you, it's the child safety lock. Wait, I'll roll down the window for you, ok?" Antonia replied as she concentrated on changing lanes with the car.

"Thank you!" Finn said quietly, putting his hand on the edge of the door and looking outside at the cars in the left-hand lane, trying to distract himself. Warm wind blew through the twelve-year-old's tousled hair as they rolled slowly over the asphalt. The sixth grader was sure that he might be moving faster on his longboard than the cars in this traffic jam. That wasn't something he was particularly worried about at the moment.

Finn's bladder already hurt a little and was full to the brim. The last time he'd accidentally wet his pants was with Joshua in a very similar situation, but now it didn't even work on purpose. Finn wanted nothing more than to simply feel the relief when his pee simply gushed into his diaper and made everything down there warm and soaking wet. He crossed his legs and instinctively took another hand and pressed it against the front of his still completely dry diaper. Completely pointless, but force of habit.

A few minutes passed in this way until Paul also started to get bored: "How looooooong, when are we there?" whined the five-year-old.

"Pauli, we're in a traffic jam right now!" Finn's mother explained to her friend's son and turned from the passenger seat to the two boys in the back seat: "All the cars are driving very slowly, maybe because of roadworks or an accident, because the highway is narrower and everyone has to be really careful!" she explained patiently to the five-year-old while smiling at the two boys. She was about to turn around again when Finny's posture caught her eye: "Finny? Do you need to pee?"

"Noooo!" Finn replied immediately, resolutely and without thinking. But then, he stumbled for a moment and added quietly: "Well ... yup ..."

Why should he lie now anyways?

"Awwwww sweety, is it urgent?" Elisabeth asked, looking out of the window in search of a solution, only to see an endless stream of slow-moving cars. No halting traffic jam where you could quickly exit your car and relieve yourself on the other side of the fence, but also no speed at which it was realistic to reach the next exit in less than a quarter of an hour. And her son had never been particularly good when it came to holding his pee when he had to go, as Elisabeth could remember from several very spontaneously taken exits on the ways to vacation in all the years. But until two weeks ago, Finn hadn't ever peed his pants in those situations - it had always kind of worked.

"Oh my ...", Antonia also understood the apparent seriousness of the situation: "I was wondering, did you take my advice ...", she asked her friend quietly and Elisabeth interrupted her before she had even finished her question: "Yes, we decided together this morning that we wanted to give it a try. Finny was really good about it, I wouldn't have thought so." Elisabeth smiled thoughtfully: "Sometimes I think I'm the only one who has a problem with his diapers, at least Finny doesn't."

"Sweety, how urgent is it?" Elisabeth asked in a slightly worried tone. "Veeery?" came an uncertain reply from the back seat. Finn knew, of course, that he would soon be weeing in his pull-up. Elisabeth squinted at the traffic jam display on the navigation device, looked in the rear-view mirror at her son, who was pressing a hand between his crossed legs as he nervously slid back and forth, and also realized that Antonia's tip of using his pullups as 'emergency pants' had been worth its weight in gold. Paul had straightened up in his child seat, looked over at the older boy next to him attentively and with a pinch of curious glee, and waited anxiously for Finn to piss his pants again. Paul was amazed that big Finn still wet his pants that often, whereas some of his friends at kindergarten hadn't had an accident for a long time. Antonia also noticed the little twelve-year-old's unfortunate situation, while at the same time trying to weave her way through the heavy traffic: "Finn, it's really no big deal. That's what your emergency pants are for," she said reassuringly.

Antonia put the car back into first gear, slowly released the clutch and drove off again. County music was playing softly on the radio, while a huge semitrailer truck slowly rolled past them in the lane to their right. Paul couldn't decide which event he should be marveling at, the huge trucks hissing and rumbling past them or the boy who was about to pee his pants next to him. Elisabeth mentally recapitulated Antonia's tips and advice on Finn's, as she had inappropriatly dubbed it, 'potty training' and her by now well-proven recommendation to have her son put on one of his pull-up diapers for today's trip, but also Antonia's in her eyes overly lax approach to the subject. After all, Antonia still had a five year old in diapers full time and didn't seem to see any problems with that at all. Eventually, in the rear view mirror, she saw Finn slide forward to the front edge of his seat, spreading his legs and closing his eyes. Paul giggled as Finn finally managed to let go and flooded his pull-up. Everything became warm and wet, the area in his crotch, between his legs and even his bottom, where the pull-up's absorbent core was only thin. Due to the experience he had gained with his night time pull-ups by now, Finn was justifiably worried that his diaper would leak in view of the utter flood of pee he was exposing it to. Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything about that at the moment. To be on the safe side, he pushed his legs a little further apart while he lowered his head and looked between his legs to check. All dry! Well, on the outside, at least.

Even when Finn had finished peeing himself, he sat still for some time while he felt exactly how the wetness was slowly absorbed and his diaper puffed up at the same time. It was no longer thin and soft like absorbent cotton, but noticeably thicker and felt more like a sponge. Satisfied, he finally slid into his seat and leaned back, now extremely relaxed, only now noticing Paul's puzzled look. "Hm?" asked Finn, smiling serenely.

The five-year-old leaned out of his booster seat as far to the side as he could, held his hand protectively over his mouth and whispered to his playmate: "I thought you're gonna go potty in your pants!" he giggled.

Finn whispered back excitedly, sounding like a boy who had done something forbidden and was now proudly telling another child about it: "Yeah I did! I have to wear diapers again now!"

Paul was amazed and laughed at the same time, forgetting to whisper: "You've just gone potty in your diaper?"

Finn gave a barely noticeable shrug and sheepishly said: "Yup."

"Finn wears diapers, Finn wears diapers!" the five-year-old topped it off.

"So what? So do you!", said the man in question indignantly and gave up whispering.

"So what? You too!" Paul replied, imitating him. "So what? You too!" shouted Finn and Pauli replied laughing loudly: "So what, you too!"

" Mummy, hurry up!" Paul shouted impatiently a few hours later as he jumped around excitedly on the spot. He and Finn had run the last few meters up to the entrance of the summer toboggan and now had to wait briefly for their mothers, who had stopped halfway to look at the view. From the hill on which the top station of the steel amusement machine stood, you really did have a special view over the entire valley and could almost make out the big cities in the Rhine delta in the blue haze of the horizon.

Finn and Paul, unwittingly ignoring the view, had leaned over the wooden fence that separated those waiting at the entrance to the summer toboggan from the actual ride and watched the metal sledges whizz past them in amazement.

Paul's Fire Department T-shirt had ridden up so that Finn could see the fringed, telltale glowing green and white edge of Paul's pampers. From the back of his pampers grinned a drawn koala bear, which had apparently taken up residence in the flooding endangered areas on the five-year-old's diaper, Finn chuckled mentally. At least that's what Paul's swollen diaper butt suggested. When the kindergartner had gotten out of his booster seat in the gravel parking lot, Finn's speculation as to whether Paul had also wet his diaper during the car ride was over. He must've peed a ton. And, unlike his mishap, nobody had noticed anything. Over the last three hours, Paul's diaper bulge had grown steadily without Finn noticing even once when the little five year old was peeing and was now very noticeably bulging out the jeans on Paul's bottom.

However, when Finn had leaned over a very similar wooden fence to the present one at the monkey's compound three quarters of an hour ago and peed his already wet pull-up for the second time, this did not remain unnoticed for long. Pauli had stood provocatively next to Finn and giggled: "Finn's weeing in his diaper again!" Finn stopped peeing in shock, looked around worriedly and only continued when he had made sure that no one had noticed. Paul didn't yet understand that Finn was far more embarrassed by his diapers than he was.
But by now, Finn's visibly swollen and noticeably soggy pull-up had also spread noticeable between his legs. Even his mother, had noticed, sending him to the toilet here in the forest at every opportunity. One time Finn had quickly disappeared into the toilet cubicle, just like at home, waited for a few moments at the sink as an alibi befor running back outside, the other time he had actually gone to the stall without really thinking about it and had sat on the toilet with a soggy yellow pull-up diaper hanging down between his thighs. Ultra pointless, Finn thought, but he was worried that he was playing his game of faking toilet visits too often. Before his mother found out about it, it was probably better to go to the toilet for real.

"Sweety, do you want to go pee before we slide down?" was the first thing Elisabeth asked when Antonia and she had caught up with their two kids.

"Mommmyyy", pouted the twelve-year-old: "I still don't have to! And besides, I've just been twice!"

"And how many times have you gone in your ..." Elisabeth wanted to reply, annoyed by Finn's endless toilet discussions, but stopped when Antonia put a hand on her shoulder.

Elisabeth exhaled audibly, looked thoughtfully at her best friend, smiled, thought back to the content of their previous conversation when they had slowly walked up the hill and smiled at her son: "Ok, come on then, Finny! Let's skip the toilet and let's go sliding!" she said with motivation and put an arm around her son, who still had his arms crossed and needed a moment to realize what just had happened.