As soon as the door was closed, Fizzy kicked off his light-up sneakers and peeled off his sweaty socks.
“So long, foot prisons!” Fizzy said to himself before he unhooked the buttons on his shortalls. Left in just his t-shirt and diaper, he kicked the denim pants up to his big brother. Nick caught them out of the air, he was used to Fizzy’s after-school routine. Fizzy was just about to run off, but Nick quickly grabbed the back waistband of his little brother’s diaper. Fizzy’s padded protection was a lot more childish than Nick’s plain white diapers. The wings were colored a dark blue, indicating that he was indeed a boy, and the padding itself was decorated with Bat-signals and Batarangs. A small tag on the back read “back - dos atras” while the front landing zone had a picture of the Caped Crusader himself.
“Hang on a sec…” Nick said, stopping Fizzy in his tracks. He checked the padding. “Huh, still dry.”
“I got a change at school.” the fourth grader said nonchalantly. Nick let go of the waistband, allowing the elastic to snap back into place. The rugrat took off into the kitchen and raided the fridge for his after-school reward. A sippy-cup full of soda. Happily guzzling down some of it, he waltzed into the living room before spreading himself out on the sofa.
Nick manned the remote, he turned on the T.V. and was greeted with the weather.
“It’s a sunny day today with a temperature on 82 degrees!” an excited middle-aged meteorologist said while bouncing in a very large jumper seat. He wore a collared black onesie with a clip on tie attached. “Expect it to cool down to 64 degrees tonight, it’s time to bust out the blankies cuz winter is coming.”
The eighteen-year-old opened the guide menu and scrolled down to the little kids’ channels which were conveniently bundled together in one area.
“Which one do you wanna watch?” Nick asked the tyke. Fizzy observed the screen for a moment before ripping out his sippy cup and giving an answer.
“Paw Patrol!” the nine-and-a-half-year-old demanded. Nick clicked the channel and the screen was set ablaze with the bright colors of Adventure Bay as the upbeat theme song started up. The lively song sold the show as each of the characters sounded off by coming off of a large slide. Each of them wore a specific uniform depending on their profession, and of course their diapers matched their overall themes as well. Fizzy had an ear to ear smile on his face as the bubblegum theme song emitted from the T.V.
In all honesty, Nick didn’t understand the appeal and popularity of Paw Patrol. Sure, it’d make sense if it were popular among preschoolers, but elementary and middle school kids still proudly admit that they watch it. The high-school senior didn’t understand why it resonated with bigger kids, surely they’d prefer to watch Cartoon Network or something, right? Regardless, Nick took a seat on the couch that wasn’t covered by his little brother’s tiny frame. The little ankle biter seemed to be really into the show, so that was all that mattered.
A half hour and two episodes later, Nick turned off the T.V. when the credits began to roll.
“Niiick!” Fizzy whined.
“Half an hour, remember.” Nick said in a motherly tone. "You can watch more when your homework’s done.
Fizzy grumbled and got up from the couch. He took his backpack to the kitchen table and began working on his math. Nick took a seat next to his little brother.
“What?” Fizzy asked.
“Mom said I should help you.” Nick replied. Fizzy looked down at his homework and realized that he may as well be trying to read Swahili. He nudged his homework over to his big brother. Nick read it over and knew that it was child’s play to him. Trying his best to not sound patronizing, he said “Oh, fractions huh? I had trouble with those too.” Nick admitted. “But they’re not that bad. Let’s see, you have 3/8 + 5/8 = 1, that’s good. But then you did 3/8 + 1/2 and you said 4/8. Hm.”
“That’s right isn’t it?” Fizzy asked with wishful thinking.
“Well, no.” Nick thought of the best way to explain it to a nine-and-a-half-year-old. “What’s half of eight?”
“F-four?” Fizzy answered as if it were obvious.
“Right, so 1/2 would be the same as 4/8 wouldn’t it?” Nick explained.
“I guess?” Fizzy was still a bit too dim to follow where Nick was going.
“Since they’re the same, we can change it out in the problem. Now you have 3/8 + 4/8.” Nick pushed the worksheet back to his little brother.
“7/8” Fizzy wrote down.
“Good! That’s right!” Nick encouraged. “The trick is to make the two fractions have a common denominator.”
Fizzy looked up at Nick as if he had just spoken Latin.
“The numbers on the bottom gotta be the same.” Nick put it in simpler terms. “And to do that, you multiply the fraction by a whole number.”
Fizzy slowly nodded his head and began to work on the next problem. “7/12 + 1/4” he pondered for a few seconds before carefully multiplying 1/4 to 3/12 and completing the question with 10/12. He was just about to put down his pencil before he wrote down 5/6 and circled it.
“There you go! Good job!” Nick encouraged and ruffled the fourth grader’s hair, much to his delight.
With a newfound confidence, the little tyke continued his homework. He occasionally hit a snag, but the wise guidance of his big brother helped him persevere. After two hours, Fizzy’s homework for the day was completed. Fizzy hopped off the kitchen chair and put his books away in his bag. But after he had zipped up his Batman backpack, he felt a pressure building.
“Nh!” the fourth grader winced, he knew it was going to be a big one. Suddenly, the cork popped and the seat of Fizzy’s diaper expanded massively. Bat signals began fading away as the front also became wet with what used to be soda. “Aaahhhhh…” he sighed with relief with an ear-to-ear smile on his face.
“Oh god, Isaiah what did you eat?!” Nick said as the stench wafted up to him.
“Eheh… chili?” Fizzy admitted. He loved the taste of chili, but both he and his parents know that the stuff cleans him out.
“Ugh… Change. Now.” Nick demanded.
“No.” Fizzy said adamantly.
“Oh come on, sitting in your own crap doesn’t feel good.”
“Says the guy who changes every time he pees!” Fizzy still refused to get changed. Nick schemed for a moment. As much of a brat as his little brother could be at times, he knew he was a boy of his word.
“I’ll play you for it in a round of Mario Kart.” Nick offered.
“What, really?!” Fizzy said excitedly.
“I win, you get changed. You win, you can stay like that until bath time.” Nick said with confidence that he’d whoop his brother’s stinky butt.
“Deal!” Fizzy said, frankly he was more excited to just play with his big brother again.
Nick turned on the Switch and booted up Mario Kart. Each of the siblings picked up a controller and took their seats. Fizzy picked Bowser Junior while Nick picked Luigi. The game began and the siblings eagerly awaited the countdown, both waiting to mash their acceleration buttons at the right time to get a boost. The timer finally said “GO!” and Nick took off like a rocket, leaving his little brother in the dust.
The siblings circled around the course, Nick was ahead but Fizzy wasn’t far behind. Nick was able to keep up a constant lead for the last two and a half laps. His more developed hand-eye coordination and experience made it a cake walk.
“Looks like you’re gonna get changed, stinkbutt!” Nick taunted smugly.
Fizzy just replied with a short pout as he remained focused on the game, hoping to pull out a victory. He passed a mystery box, the items scrambled on the screen before ending up at the dreaded blue shell.
“Don’t do it.” Nick demanded once he saw the blue shell. Fizzy smiled cheekily. “Fizzy, I swear to god you’re gonna get a rash if you-” Fizzy threw the blue shell.
The buzzing alarm grew closer to Nick, the frequency just getting faster and faster until it finally appeared on his screen and nuked Luigi to oblivion, stopping Nick in his tracks. Fizzy quickly overtook his brother and crossed the finish line first.
“YES!” Fizzy jumped up with excitement. Nick was in disbelief that one item cost him the game. Fizzy stuck his rear end in Nick’s face. “In your face!” he taunted. Nick pushed him back onto his messy bottom and got up from the couch.
“I’m gonna go order the pizza.” Nick said as he went into the kitchen and pulled out his phone. He dialed the number for the local family-owned pizza joint and waited. “Yeah, Rizzo’s? Can I get an extra large pepperoni pizza for delivery?” Nick paused, waiting for the voice on the other end. “332 Pink Street.” another pause. “At the door, please. Okay, thank you.” Nick hung up the phone and returned to the sofa.
“How long?” Fizzy asked.
“About half an hour.” Nick replied.
“Aw, but that’s forever!” the tyke whined.
“You can wait, mushbutt.” Nick said before changing the TV’s input back to HDMI 1. He was met with the middle of a Peppa Pig episode. While Nick saw it as just another preschool show, his little brother seemed to despise it. He didn’t know what the difference between this and Paw Patrol really was in terms of quality, but he changed the channel anyway.
The television lit up with an odd-looking cartoon. A blue anthropomorphic cat wearing a t-shirt/sweater number with a thick blue diaper around his waist was walking down the street next to an orange goldfish creature with a bright orange diaper between it’s legs. They walked in front of a photo-realistic background, passing by many other strange creatures such as a walking banana, a T-Rex, and what seemed to be an upside-down human mouth with googly eyes strapped to it’s chin. It was Gumball.
Nick smiled at the surprise appearance of the show. He didn’t watch the show religiously, but he could appreciate it’s sense of humor and peculiar art direction. Fizzy also seemed to enjoy it as he quickly became enchanted in the zany fast-paced plot of the episode.
After a couple of episodes, the doorbell rang and Nick went to answer it. Upon opening the door, he saw an underclassman holding a pizza box in his hands. He was sporting a red and green polo onesie that was covered by a pair of khaki shorts. A cap that read “Rizzo’s Pizzeria” covered a blonde buzzcut.
“$15.30 please.” the delivery boy said. Nick pulled the parentally provided $20 bill out of his pocket and handed it to the boy.
“Keep the change.” Nick said generously as he took his pizza.
“Thanks! Have a good night!” the teenager said with a faux-enthusiasm before he walked away from the house. Nick closed the door and was met with his little brother jumping up and down, trying to snatch the pizza box out of his big brother’s hands.
“Gimme gimme gimme gimme!” Fizzy said greedily, forgetting his manners.
“Let me set it down first, poopy pants.” Nick said as he raised the box far above Fizzy’s reach. He set it down on the coffee table and took his seat. Fizzy immediately lunged at the box and attempted to open it to grab a slice, but he was stopped by a firm slap to the hand.
“Ow!” the fourth grader whined and retracted his hands.
“Manners.” Nick said sternly as he held the box closed. The tyke sighed.
“May I please have some pizza?” he asked as politely as he could.
“Yes you may.” Nick said before opening the box and allowing the piranha to rip off a slice and begin stuffing his face. His parents allowed Fizzy to have poor table manners because they found it adorable. But as long as Nick was in charge, manners would be mandatory. Nick took out a slice of pizza for himself and began carefully eating it, savoring each bite. While Nick was only halfway through his first slice, Fizzy was already onto his second. And just as quickly plowed through a third before having to stop. He let out a small belch, indicating that he was full. It seemed the tot’s appetite was bigger than his stomach.
The siblings continued watching a few more episodes of cartoons before Nick decided he was done, leaving two pieces of pizza left in the box. He put it in the fridge glanced at the clock. He returned to the sofa and turned off the T.V.
“Hey! What gives?!” Fizzy whined.
“Eight-o-clock. Bath time.” Nick said. Fizzy quickly got up from his seat and started running. This was typical behavior from him.
“You’ll never take me alive!” he yelled. Nick rolled his eyes and chased after his little brother.
Fizzy ran into the kitchen and slid underneath the table. Nick was blocked as the tyke bought himself some distance. The fourth grader ran out the opposite exit of the kitchen with his brother quickly closing in thanks to his longer legs. He crawled under the couch. Knowing his brother’s tricks, Nick leaped over the couch and waited on the other side. Reacting quickly, Fizzy reversed directions and managed to break away down the hall. He bought enough seconds for Nick to lose sight of him.
Nick stared down the hallway, there were at least five rooms to check. Acting smartly, he waited for a few seconds and focused in on any sounds that may occur. He heard a door shut quietly followed by another door opening and closing. He followed the sound to find that it came from his parent’s room. Nick opened the door and looked around the room.
In the middle against the wall was a queen-sized crib with a huge mattress that was decorated with stuffed animals and pillows and blankets. If it weren’t for the walls and the babyish stuffed animals, Nick would have said it looked very comfy. On either side of the crib were nightstands and at the foot was a large television. Off to the side, closest to Nick and the door, was a wardrobe big enough for a fourth grader to hide in.
While Fizzy was an idiot when it came to school work, he was fairly adept at escaping. If Nick were to just open the wardrobe, he knew that his little brother would manage to escape his grasp and he’d just be on the run again. The eighteen-year-old knew his brother’s tricks and he had to be smart. He pressed himself up against the side of the wardrobe and quickly slammed the bedroom door shut. The door to the wardrobe opened slowly and sure enough, Fizzy slowly stepped out and looked around the room.
“Heh. Sucker.” he said to himself quietly. Now was Nick’s chance. He pounced on his little brother and held him tightly against his body.
“Gotcha!” Nick said playfully. His little brother tried to get free, but Nick’s grapple was too strong and he gave up before smiling up at his brother. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”
Fizzy shyly nodded, admitting that he did enjoy it. He knew he was gonna get caught eventually, but he was just happy to play with his big brother. Nick kept his hold on the tot as he made his way to the bathroom. He locked the door behind him and laid the fourth grader on the floor before plugging the drain and turning on the bath faucet. He fiddled with the hot and cold knobs before finding a temperature that was just right. He poured some bubble bath solution into the water and let the tub fill up while he tended to the catastrophically messy diaper that awaited him. He rolled up Fizzy’s t-shirt and un-taped the diaper. Peeling the soggy front away, he was met with the full force of the awful smell. Whatever odor-locking technology the diaper had possessed was nullified as Nick looked over his disaster area. He covered his nose and gagged.
“Oh god!” Nick cursed at the smell, causing his little brother to giggle. He quickly set to work, using the front of the diaper to scoop off the majority of the mess. Once sufficient, he balled it up and quickly stuffed it into the jumbo diaper genie before cleaning the rest with an unimaginable amount of wet wipes. Eventually, the area was clean. Nick sprayed some air freshener around before turning off the bath faucet. He pulled off his brother’s t-shirt and lifted him into the bathtub. Nick pulled some bath toys from the cabinet below the sink and splashed them into the water, to the fourth grader’s delight. Nick set about cleaning the tot with a washcloth while he happily played with his boats, submarines, and rubber ducks. While Fizzy was probably old enough to bathe himself, he still enjoyed the company.
Eventually, it was time for the shampoo. Nick spun his little brother around and filled a small cup with water.
“Cover your eyes.” Nick instructed before he poured the cup over Fizzy’s fluffy brown curls. He squeezed some shampoo into his hands and began massaging the boy’s scalp, cleaning the hair quickly. He filled the cup with water again before pouring it over the hair and repeating the process until no shampoo remained. Nick pulled the plug on the tub and began washing off his little brother’s hair and face with a towel. When the water was gone, he threw the towel over Fizzy and lifted him out of the tub before drying him off completely and laying him down.
The eighteen-year-old pulled out a Pamper’s Size 9 Overnight Maximum Protection from it’s package and unfolded it. The designs were somewhat babyish compared to the Huggies BigBoys Fizzy wore during the day, but the absorbency was necessary for the boy at nighttime. Pastel moons, planets, and cute astronaut animals decorated the padding as it was adorned by a baby blue trim. After spreading some powder, he quickly taped it onto his little brother. Nick chuckled, noting that it looked to be just as thick as his old diaper the only difference was that this one was dry.
Nick grabbed the pair of fleece footed pajamas and threaded his little brother’s arms through the holes before pulling his legs through and zipping up the front. The older brother glanced at the clock, right on schedule.
“Alright, bedtime.” Nick announced.
“But I’m not tired…” Fizzy said. Almost to immediately prove him wrong, he yawned and rubbed his eyes.
“Sure you aren’t.” Nick said with a smile before he picked up the fourth grader and walked to his room. Each rhythmic step rocked the sleepy child’s body. Every rhythmic heartbeat caused his eyes to get heavier and heavier. Nick laid the tot on his mattress and put a stuffed rabbit into his hands before pulling the warm bedsheets over him. He pulled up the wall of the crib and smiled down at his adorable little handful. It seems Fizzy had gone flat.
Nick turned on the nightlight and quietly shut the door. He cleaned up the bathtub quickly and retreated into his own room. Finally, some time to himself.
Nick stripped down and slid on his tighty-whities. He looked at himself in the mirror, he liked how they looked but he wanted to experiment a bit. He put his shortalls back on over the underwear and looked again. The prominent diaper bulge was absent, but it felt great. Sure, the shortalls were a bit babyish but the denim felt good against his unpadded bottom. Maybe if these were normal jeans, it’d be better. Nick turned on his computer and took his seat, logging into his favorite forums. He relived his toilet experience earlier in the day and set about writing about it.
“My first toilet experience.”
“Posted by - WhitieTighties23”
“I got the chance to use a toilet today, it was at my local gas station and I never knew! It felt amazing. It was cold at first, that was something all the stories forgot to mention, but being able to relieve myself without needing to wipe EVERYTHING was great! I guess I’ll be giving the gas station plenty of my ‘business’ if you know what I mean.”
Nick hit post and patiently waited for some replies to come in. Meanwhile he browsed several other threads. One in particular caught his eye.
“This obsession ruined my life!”
“Posted by - [deleted user]”
“When I first got into this, I thought it was cool and fun. But I just had a horrible experience and I don’t think I can ever look my mom and dad in the eyes again! They came into my room and found the undies. They flipped out and demanded that I throw them away and fix my crib. All the while, they mocked me, and I don’t think they’ll ever see me the same way again.”
Nick felt bad for the poster. He continued to read the thread.
“Reply by - TaxFiler87”
“I’m sorry to hear that. My parents didn’t react well to me “coming out” either. The only advice I can give is to try and act like how they want you to until you eventually move out. Then you can wear your undies all you want!”
“Reply by - [deleted user]”
“Fuck you, TaxFiler! I’m getting rid of everything! My parents were right, I’m just a freak!”
“Yikes.” Nick said to himself. He continued to read his threads well into the night. He replied to a few questions in his own threads and browsed for a couple hours. While typing away, he didn’t notice his door open.
“Nick…?” a familiar voice called for his attention.
A chill ran down Nick’s spine, he realized he forgot to lock his door. He quickly turned away from his computer to see who his intruder was. Standing in his doorway was his little brother, he was holding his stuffed rabbit in one hand and rubbing his eyes with the other. He was shaking slightly, and it seemed as though he was crying. Acting quickly, he tabbed out of his forums, his computer screen wasn’t visible from the door but he still did so out of habit. His dry diaper was luckily obscured by his crib.
Nick had been fortunate in this situation. The darkness of his room, him wearing his shortalls, and Fizzy’s worried condition allowed his secret to remain hidden. He didn’t have time to put his diaper back on, so he had to just get his brother back to bed as soon as possible. He quickly approached the fourth grader, who was a sniffling mess. He put his hand on his shoulder and guided him out of his room. He shut the door behind him before he crouched down to his little brother’s level.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Nick asked gently, putting on a soft calming voice.
“I had a bad dream…” Fizzy said between sniffles. Nick was slightly disappointed. Fizzy was almost ten years old and he was still getting worked up over a nightmare. Regardless, it seemed like the sibling’s parents weren’t home and it was Nick’s job to soothe the elementary schooler.
Nick picked Fizzy up and set him on a kitchen chair. He poured some milk into a bottle and screwed the rubber nipple on before putting it in the microwave for a minute. Nick took a seat in front of his sibling and began to console him.
“Tell me what happened.” he said, sued to the routine.
“You and mom and dad were fighting and then they threw you out of the house and then they said I could never see you again!” Fizzy explained, getting worked up as he retold the cliff notes of his nightmare. Nick felt a bit bad for him, his nightmare wasn’t some monster but instead a realistic situation.
“Fizzy, that’ll never happen.” Nick said. “I love mom and dad, and I’d never have a big fight with them.” his words seemed to calm the tot down.
“But what if it does happen?” the fourth grader worried.
“I promise that it’ll never happen.” Nick stuck out his pinky. Fizzy wrapped his pinky around his brother’s.
“You swear?” Fizzy said, making it seem as official as possible.
“A promise is a promise.” Nick said. “Feel better?”
The microwave beeped and Nick retrieved the warm bottle of milk. He picked up his little brother and popped the bottle into his mouth. The warm liquid soothed the tot as he quickly sucked it down. Nick took him back to his crib and took the empty bottle before pulling up the walls and putting the cover over his sibling. Nick smiled to himself as he walked out of the room.
“I’d make a good dad someday.” Nick thought to himself as he closed the door.
“Wait, what?” Nick interrupted his own thought. While it might have been the truth, he didn’t want kids. At least not yet. He brushed the thought away as he entered his room, he made sure to lock the door this time. He returned to his computer, but he didn’t feel right. He looked at his forums and he looked down at his unpadded crotch.
A promise was a promise…
But was he playing with fire?