(Finished) Willy -- (Author) FreezMilo

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Author: FreezMilo
Timestamp: Feb 15, 2025 at 10:53 PM
Content: 1
In the middle of the living room, Daniela observed the blank canvas. She was waiting for the spark that would initiate the next phase of her creative process. On the coffee table beside her, countless sheets of paper with drawings of people, landscapes and objects were giving shape to what she liked to call her essence: the ordinary messiness of everyday life.

She grabbed a pencil, then glanced down at the sheets. The profile of a woman with a dark complexion and a stern, concentrated face was the opener to the pile of suggestions. Dimensions, colors and tilt. Quite a challenge.

Thus, she executed a long series of delicate strokes to the left and right. She had shaped an early version of the head, a rhombus and round cheekbones. She looked forward to building that face.

Next, she drew curved lines: one horizontal and one vertical dividing the first in two. There the forehead, eyes, nose, right cheek and mouth would take their place. From top to bottom, the same order in which she studied the subjects before she began to put ink on paper.

A few minutes later, the woman's face had been gone over with a black pen. Wide forehead with a few folds of wrinkles, half-closed eyes, aquiline nose, and, finally, thin, bursting lips. Daniela widened her mouth in a satisfied smile, this version was better and worthy evolution than the one in the stack of papers.

"Who is that lady, Mom?" asked a sleepy voice behind her.

She turned to the child, her little troublemaker. "Good morning to you too, sweetie. Did you sleep well?"

Willy rubbed his eyes with one hand. He sharpened his vision by narrowing his eyelids toward his mother's picture. Uncertain, he said aloud, "She looks like a bad person." He moved closer to catch a better glimpse of her.

Daniela let out an amused laugh. The little boy may have been right; after all, it was a drawing with no information about who the person depicted was. The possibilities of giving an identity to that face were endless, and without a bit of imagination, it would remain a mere face without a story.

"It may even be a good person," she commented happily. "I have just finished contouring it; I will color it in a little while. Until then I'm open to any ideas."

Willy turned his head toward the papers stacked on the coffee table. Curious to see his mom's work, the little boy tried to get closer. He rarely saw her sketches, partly complicit in the fact that she kept them sealed in her office, the only room in the house where he could not enter. This was his chance to see one live.

"Hold it right there, sweetie!" she called to him, tugging at the back of his pajama shorts. After that she took him in her arms and they walked upstairs. "Did you think I forgot about your friend between your legs?"

Friend. How he hated that word! Yet it was not his friend, why was she calling it in that way?

"Mom, can't you take it off after we have breakfast?" he complained irritably. "Please!"

"No, because after breakfast you will definitely go to the bathroom. So, better to do it now than later."

He put on his snout. He found this step in his matutinal routine unfair. The first thing one did as soon as one woke up was to eat breakfast, not to go back to his bedroom and let Mom do the things moms were supposed to do!

Arriving in his room, Daniela laid the little boy on top of the clothes drawer. She removed his shorts and, without any warning, tore the two ribbons from his diaper. The intense, penetrating smell of pee plugged their noses. Instinctively, his cheeks turned tomato red and he covered his nose with both hands.

His mother said nothing, merely smiled in her usual sweet way. With one hand, she took the ends of his legs and raised them in the air. With the free one, she pushed the soiled diaper away from his private parts and butt. After that, she let them go.

She gave him a wipe both front and back with a damp washcloth, then sprinkled him with moisturizer. She did not want irritation to develop in just his most delicate areas. Finally, she slipped a clean diaper under him and tied it off.

Lifting his head slightly, Willy reluctantly squared it. The feeling of freshness and softness attached to his skin was reassuring and beautiful, but he sensed that something was wrong. So, he asked his mom, "Have I to wear it in the daytime, too?"

"Isn't that what you want?" she replied nervously and confused. "Would you rather I take it off?"

He sat down. The diaper made everything more comfortable, as well as everything safer and cleaner. He wanted that state of comfort to never end. "No... it just... feels all wrong. Maybe... it was a bad idea, Mom..."

"Willy, I know it's a big change, but don't let your insecurity keep you from being happy. Do you like wearing a diaper even though you are a big baby? I will put it on and support you without a second thought."

"What if someone finds out?" He clasped his hands between his legs, his voice turned into a whisper. "I'm afraid of being made fun of by anyone."

"As long as you have your clothes on, no one will find out." Mom hugged him. "And if anyone finds out, it's okay. We'll just say you had an accident and the doctor said you have to wear it. We'll use excuses, nothing that problematic."

The nine-year-old became agitated. He frowned in an expression of sincere contrariness. "I don't want to tell lies, Mom!"

"Unfortunately, you'll have to, Willy. Otherwise, no diaper."

At what appeared to be blackmail, the little boy stood firm in his position. "I don't want to tell the lies... why do I have to?"

Daniela felt her heart clench. "Sometimes, people don't understand the uniqueness of others. They tend to... become mean and despicable. That's why I'm asking you to tell a lie. I will not punish you for doing so. Just be honest with me. Whatever happens, you must tell me. Okay?"

Willy nodded solemnly, not wanting to find himself alone and without friends to play and have fun with. He concluded that speech with a question, "Can I go for breakfast now?"

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Author: FreezMilo
Timestamp: Feb 15, 2025 at 10:56 PM
Content: 2
Since he had begun sneaking into diapers months ago, Willy developed a strange obsession with glasses filled with water. He would fill one, look at it from all angles and, after overcoming his initial anxiety, bring it to his lips and drink up to half of it. Then, the most important moment: with the help of the mirror in Mom's room, she would pull the back of the absorbent garment and pour the water left in the glass into it.

It was a pleasant, relaxing and refreshing feeling. Too bad it lasted only a few seconds, as the absorbent area was designed to absorb the pee liquid as soon as it came in contact with it. Moreover, only his bottom was being hit by the waterfall, leaving the front completely dry.

Once he watched a video of a woman explaining how to check whether the diaper needed changing, the first thing she said was to apply gentle pressure to the front. He was surprised that by following her instructions to the letter, the wet diaper was as if it had never been wet. This allowed him to walk around the house with a wet diaper (or rather, wet butt) without his mother knowing.

He often felt like an informant in possession of confidential information and wanted by the bad guys. He would not let anyone get their hands on this discovery!

He was doing his math homework when it came back to him, the exercise he was doing before enchantment asked him to color the bucket to match the amount of liters written on the side.

He had finished his breakfast a few minutes ago, Mom asked him if he had to go to the bathroom to pee before getting back to his painting. He had told her a reluctant "no," yet he was telling the truth. She had not even touched the pear juice she had prepared for him. And it was still there beside him, waiting to be drained to the last drop.

Why do I want to wet my diaper? he asked himself, returning his focus to his homework. As soon as he heard nature's call, he would not think twice about answering it.

He grabbed the glass of juice and drank it all. He thought it would help fill his small bladder faster. But it didn't.

A few minutes later, after finishing his homework for the week, Willy went to his mother to announce that he had done his student duties. It was a practice his mother demanded.

The wicked woman's face took on a look of goodness. The thin lips were slightly curved in a barely distinguishable smile. He kept thinking she was a woman who would conquer the entire universe with her robot army. (He had thought of her during homework.)

"I did my homework," announced the boy.

His mother turned to him. "All of them?"

"Yes, even the ones for the day after tomorrow," Willy specified seriously. "Can I go play now?"

The answer was not long in coming, "After I checked your diaper."

A little later in his room, Mom lifted the front of the diaper, touched the skin around his private parts for a very few seconds, and finally closed it for him. She could have lifted his legs and checked his bottom, but it was not necessary. She happily remarked, "You're still all clean and neat, Willy. That's good, it means you will wear this diaper after playing with Ivy."

The nine-year-old did not understand these invasive checks. The diaper had a yellow line on the front to indicate that he had wet it, similar to the disappearing symbol of the pull-ups he had gotten him for when we went out of the house. He preferred those in fact, feeling discomfort when Mom would pick him up and take him to his room to tear the tapes to see whether or not he had peed or pooped.

"Mommy, what if I have to pee while I'm playing with her?"

"Don't worry about that, sweetie," Mommy reassured him. "You'll wear a pull-up. When you're done, you'll tell her you need to go to the bathroom and then you'll look for me."

He smiled at her, after which he blushed as he felt the pee making its way around his body. No words were needed to tell his mother that he had just done to pee. The second right after she had checked him!

The juice did its job Willy thought.

Ivy and her mother arrived hours later. The children hugged each other and immediately ran into the garden to play with the ball. While the two women went into the kitchen to drink coffee quietly with their happy screams in the background.

"Ivy is happy to be here," began Madison, her mother, looking out the window. "She was looking forward to four shoots with her best friend."

"They also have to practice for the game they have in a few days," Daniela reminded her as she sipped her coffee, a hint bitter. "How are the other teams? Are they strong?"

"They sure are, but they have incompetent coaches," her friend revealed, pointing to the last word. "Our kids will make them regret taking the field."

They discussed the plus and minus, school and even men Madison had met in the pubs days ago. It was such a hot and private topic that they went so far as to whisper so as not to be overheard by the two pests in the garden. Daniela had to restrain herself several times from crying with laughter; she had never had a short, hairy man ask her for her cell phone number.

"You should come with me once in a while," Madison shot back, "I think you've got what it takes to find a nice steer with those nice curious curves of yours!"

"Shut up!" she chided her playfully, she wasn't wrong about that. She had a nice body. "I may be a widow, but as long as I have my baby I'm okay."

"Does he still pee in bed?" she asked her. "Or has he started doing it? I don't really remember."

Daniela bit her lower lip. She had not yet thought of a good excuse to keep Willy's secret passion hidden. At that moment, the excuse of the doctor's order seemed silly to her and poor in believable details.

She began slowly. "He never started doing it, actually. He was pissing himself all of a sudden. Remember when I told you I started giving him pocket money for when he came out with Ivy?"

Madison nodded, remembering it well. "You said he spent most of it."

She resumed at the same pace. "That's right. I found out why: he used to buy a pack of diapers every two weeks! He would set them aside to take them and the one left over he would spend with your daughter! When he told me that, I was shocked. I mean, why keep it from me?"

"I think I know why," Madison intervened confidently. "He was afraid of your reaction. Exactly like what had happened with Ivy when I caught her at the supermarket."

Daniela was stunned after that revelation. Her mind was trying to make sense of it all, many scenarios appeared in the long list of hypotheses and causes. Was Ivy the one who influenced him?

She had a second thought: Ivy is wearing one just like Willy? She would not have been surprised if that were the case. The risk of their friendship splintering was remote, a small possibility. Two friends both wearing diapers, their relationship would have solidified even more.

Daniela shook her head upset. "Wait a minute, you said you had caught her at the supermarket to get them?"

"Yes, she had gotten the pink pull-ups. The ones from the commercial, I don't know if you know. Anyway, she was... uh... scared. There was no one else there, just her. As soon as practice was over, she had told Coach Sanderson she had to run an errand for me and he let her go."

"So you found her there," Daniela concluded seriously. "If she had stayed with her friends, would you have picked her up after shopping?"

"Theoretically no, but I told her that day that she would have to go home alone. Now you see why I found her there."

"We went home in silence," she continued seriously, rubbing her hands tensely. "I had allowed her to take that package of diapers. At dinner we had a heated discussion."

Daniela looked outside for a moment. Ivy and Willy were talking while sitting on the grass and unaware that she was watching them. Suddenly, she saw the little girl get up and pick up the soccer ball again. She began to dribble it in front of her son. Left foot, right foot, right knee, head, ball on the ground. Now, it was the other one's turn.

She returned her focus to Madison. "What did you say to each other?"

"Nothing," she answered defensively.

Daniela looked puzzled. "Wait, like nothing? What about the heated argument?"

"Do you really want to know?"

What a question. Of course! So, she nodded with a determined look.

"She likes... to feel the wetness. Down there."

Daniela let go of her jaw and widened her eyes. She was speechless.

Madison sipped the last drop of coffee, later stood up and grabbed a pink backpack. (Daniela had not paid attention to it before that moment.) She glanced outside; the two children were still talking. She said relieved, "You might want to check on him, don't you think? You should do it before his shorts get wet. Where's the bathroom?"

Daniela pointed with her thumb behind her. "Over there. Do you want me to bring Willy's portable changing table? You might need it."

"No, I don't want Ivy to get suspicious," Madison replied straightforwardly. "I just need some floor wipes. Do you have them?"

"Yes, wait here for me to get them ready for you." She left the room, headed to the downstairs bathroom and set the supplies she needed on the sink. She re-entered the kitchen a few minutes later.

"Ivy!" her mother called to her. "Would you come here for a moment? Alone!"

The little girl arrived as quickly as she could. Daniela glimpsed Willy dribbling unconcerned about her best friend's absence; it might have been a good opportunity to check his diaper. After all, he was wearing one too.

"Here I am," announced the little girl, once the door closed behind her.

"Come here, sweetie. Mommy has to check your diaper." Madison lowered her daughter's shorts with automatic gestures, the little girl's pink pull-up showing no change in size despite losing the flower symbol on the front. She concluded worriedly, "You keep outgrowing yourself, young lady! Let's go to clean that butt." After that, they disappeared down the corridor leading to the bathroom.

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Author: FreezMilo
Timestamp: Feb 15, 2025 at 10:59 PM
Content: 3
Willy bounced the ball on his hands when he saw his mom walking in his direction. He knew she was going to ask him if he got the pull-up wet or if he should run to the bathroom. He knew she still had it dry and wouldn't let it escape him. Mom would have no objections.

“Are you having fun?” asked Mom, lowering herself to his height.

“Yes, a lot,” he replied happily. “Where's Ivy?”

“She went with her mother in the car to see something,” she answered truthfully. “They will be back shortly. Since I'm here, I wanted to ask if you needed a change. Did you pee?”

Willy shook his head. “I'm still dry and I don't need to go to the toilet. I didn't drink the juice!”

His mother laughed with amusement. “Juice or not, the situation doesn't change. If you have to go, stop playing and go for it. Even if you have a diaper on, okay?”

“Why?”

“I don't want Ivy to think you're wearing a diaper. I looked at you while you two were playing, you were dancing. For a moment I thought you were holding your pee. ”

“But I told you I don't have to go!” complained Willy with slight embarrassment. “And anyway, I didn't dance before!”

He was right about that. But under normal circumstances, first he would do a little dance, then he would let his pee go. Whether he was in his underwear or diaper, the pee would still come out of his body. He wondered why his mother was breathing down his neck.

“All right, I believe you,” his mother soothed him. “Remember: pee and poop in the bathroom. The diaper must remain clean until Ivy and her mother are gone. Got it?”

“Why?” repeated the child strangely. “Today you told me that whatever I have to do, I was going to do it in the diaper and now I'm not. I'm confused.”

“I'll explain later, okay?” cut his mother off directly. “I'll leave you to your dribbles now, see you later.”
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His friend reappeared soon after with a wide smile. She looked happier than a few moments earlier, alternating between running and jumping to catch up with him. Willy wondered what had made her so radiant and happy within about ten minutes.

“There you are!” he told her. “What did your mother want?”

“Nothing much,” replied the BFF, ”she needed to tell me something in private.”

Willy assumed a confused expression. His mother had told him that she had gone to the car with his mother to do something, perhaps that was where the two of them had talked away from their ears. Because they did not want him and his mother to learn about.... about... whatever it was.

“May I know?” he questioned her curiously.

Ivy looked away for a moment, then took the ball out of his hands and started running toward the door across the garden. She shouted defiantly, “I'll tell you if you win, you dummy!”

Willy, outraged by such an affront, set off in pursuit. He knew he would beat her on speed, so he implemented his plan of attack: overtake her and counter her from the opposite direction.

However, the tenacious Ivy managed to fool him by exploiting a beginner's mistake. She gave a weak kick to the black-and-white ball, which passed between her opponent's legs, sprinted with her remaining energy toward the ball and sent it straight into the net.

She exulted by jumping for joy, then covered her face by pulling up her shirt. “Ha! That's how we girls play soccer!”

Willy let out a snort of anger, not at having conceded a goal, but at being fooled in that stupid way. When would he learn not to be fooled like that?

As she celebrated, his eyes fell on a strange pink band with pleats under her shorts. Strange panties. They look like my pull-ups, but... pink.

He became paralyzed when he made the connection, it couldn't be true. Ivy is wearing a diaper like me!

Between cheers, Ivy lowered her shirt and went for the ball. She felt like a world champion ready to fight to keep her title.

The feeling disappeared when she saw Willy standing motionless looking at her petrified. He seemed to have seen a ghost, yet he did not shriek or writhe in horror. He remained there, firm to the ground.

“Are you all right Willy?” she asked as she approached him.

Instinctively Willy stepped back, muttered unintelligible something, and finally sat down on the grass with his legs wrapped around his arms. He felt that nature was calling him. No... this can't be happening!

Ivy knelt down in front of him. Gently, she put her hand on his. “Willy, what's wrong?”

He remained silent.

“Willy, you scare me like this. Please tell me what's wrong with you!”

She took courage; she never imagined that she would utter such a sentence to her best friend. Would this have been the end of their friendship? He took a few breaths, one longer than the other, then whispered to her, “I-I saw...I saw your... d-diaper.”

Ivy's face darkened, as well as blushing with shame. She realized that if she had not raised her shirt to her face level, he would never have seen the pink pull-up band. She took her seat beside him, turning her back to the house in the same pose and avoiding looking him in the eye. If only I hadn't lifted up my shirt! What a fool I've been!

Silence.

“I know what you're thinking,” the little girl began in an accusing tone, ”I'm nine years old and I still pee my pants. Please don't tell anyone!”

Willy said no words. Too many conflicting thoughts were trying, to no avail, to take control of his brain. He had the impression that he was reliving the day his mother discovered him wearing a diaper. Contempt, hatred, resentment-that's what he was feeling this morning.

“Willy?” she sought her attention in a tremulous voice. “You are my best friend... I don't want to lose you and be alone.”

I don't want to be alone either he thought. He turned his head to his left, “Ivy?”

Finally, their eyes met. They had them glazed over, just short of making them both cry. The step was short.

“I-I'm wearing a diaper too,” Willy revealed in a whisper and hugged her.
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“You didn't tell me how you found out,” Madison pointed out with a note of bitterness. “Did you have any accidents during the day?”

Daniela took a sip of her iced latte; it had lost its true essence. “Before he started sneaking them, yes. At first I thought it was because of Vincent's death, but it wasn't.”

Madison brought a hand under her chin. “Why would you rule it out? It makes perfect sense!”

Her friend shook her head very seriously. “Maddie, he died three years ago. It was a bad blow to all of us, but not bad enough to lead Willy to perform an act of regression like peeing himself. Days later at the funeral, I let him vent against my chest. He never crossed that line.”

“Dani, how long has this sneaking diaper thing been going on?” Madison asked her infuriatedly. Her friend could see smoke coming out of her ears; for a moment she thought she was laughing.

She reflected for a moment. “I have no idea. I found out the day before yesterday that he was secretly wearing them.”

“What?!”

“Yes!” Her voice became more heated. “I had come home from work. Willy was in the kitchen getting a glass of water when...”

“When?”

Daniela swallowed another drop of the coffee. “When he pulled... the back of the diaper... and poured the water in it.”

Madison took on a disgusted look, grateful that she had caught Ivy at the supermarket than at home with a wet diaper. I feel sorry for you, Dani. She then asked, “And then what happened?”

“He saw me and ran to his room in tears. He repeated sorry mom, sorry” she replied excitedly, sadly. “The next morning I tried to talk to him, but he wouldn't come out of his room. I heard him scream several times. What could I do? Force my way in? No, she preferred to wait until he would decide to talk to me.”
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“Mom wasn't angry,” Willy recounted with a thread of anger, ”she wanted to take off my diaper. I had made her and didn't notice. I let her in and... I started crying because... I had hidden everything from her.”

This time, it was Ivy who returned the hug. Feeling her velvety, warm hands reassured him as if it had been his mother who had enveloped him.

He continued, “Yesterday I told Mom I didn't want to wear a diaper. She told me she would put it on me at night before bedtime. I don't know why, but I didn't throw a tantrum.”

“Let me guess, you wet your diaper?”

“Yes,” replied the surprised little boy, ”how did you know?”

“I didn't,” she replied carelessly. “I... read your mind.”

“You're a witch then!” joked Willy. “Tell me what I'm thinking!”

“You're thinking about... um, nothing!”

“Wrong!” jumped up saccharine. “You can't read minds!”

She got to her feet as well. “At least I, I managed to score a goal by running the ball through my opponent's legs!”

Willy opened his mouth, but no sound came out of it. How could she retort to that provocation? He let it go. Since they were up and, before long, their mothers would call them back into the house, he said to his friend blushing, “I peed. Maybe we'd better go back inside.”

“When did you do it?” Ivy asked him hesitantly.

“Just now, while we were talking,” he said embarrassed. “These diapers are weird. As soon as you do it, you immediately feel the wetness!”

“Duh! It's a diaper, you dummy!” reminded Ivy mocking him. “If you don't feel the wetness, where does your pee go?”

He didn't answer the question; he didn't want to. He wanted to find his mother and tell her he needed a clean diaper.
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Madison was ready to go out and call her daughter when she found her standing at the door together with her best friend. She let them in and closed the door, after which she commented happily, “I was just about to call you Ivy, did you read my mind?”

“That's what I was telling her just now!” replied Willy. “I still think she's a magician. Can you believe she knew I wet my diaper this morning? I didn't tell her anything! Isn't that unbelievable?”

The two moms exchanged a dumbfounded look. They did not understand the meaning of that answer, that it was a game the two of them had gotten into?

Their doubts were extinguished when Ivy happily announced to her mother, “Willy is wearing a diaper too! This is an amazing thing!”

They exchanged, again, another look, complicit this time. It did not take long to realize that the two nine-year-olds were aware of each other's secrets. Now they could talk freely about anything, even their diapers.

They talked for a good half hour until Madison decreed it was time to go home. She told her friend that they would meet again at the kids' next practice and waved goodbye.

Once they left, Willy told his mother with an embarrassed and childish voice, “I peed".

So, his mother took him to his room. She put him on the changing table, tore off the tapes on the sides of the pull-up, and gave his private parts a good cleaning. Next, she asked him, “Would you like a diaper or a pull-up, sweetie?”

The little boy's response was not long in coming, “I want a diaper, Mommy!” And seconds later, a clean diaper was wrapping around his waist. Just like a hug from his beloved mommy and his best friend.THE END