Jon & Jamie: Splash Pad

“I wish I’d remembered your bib.” Jon bemoaned for the millionth time, taking a napkin and wiping Jamie’s chubby cheeks. “Not that it does much with such a messy little baby like you, hmm?” Jamie only blushed. It still bothered him to be called a baby, not that anyone seemed to care.

His whole family and everyone else in his life seemed to accept that he was a baby, no questions asked. It definitely did not help that he was sitting on Jon’s lap with chocolate ice cream on his face and hands, shaggy-haired and with about an inch of white diaper exposed from where his shorts had drooped and his t-shirt had ridden up. Jon kept trying to resituate his brother’s outfit, but it did not seem to cooperate. Jamie suspected that was intentional.

As if on cue, Jon squeezed the crotch of Jamie’s diaper through his snug little blue shorts. Jamie still wore underwear at home, but any outing now meant wearing a diaper and Jamie knew it would not be long before Jon had him diapered around the clock. He dutifully stopped licking the ice cream cone while Jon wiped his face again. He had a sneaking suspicion Jon was spreading it around more than wiping it off. Even if that was the case, what could little Jamie do? He shifted on Jon’s lap and sighed, licking his cone again. Sometimes, as he lay in his crib at night (Jon never allowed him to call it a bed. It was a crib, his crib), he wondered how long it would be before Jon came up with an excuse for him to stop eating solid foods. How babyish did his brother want him? It was a question that he never got an answer to. Jon just always cooed over him and talked to him in baby gibberish when he asked.

“Oops, bit of hair in your face.” Jon said, pushing it away. Jamie knew there was no point asking for a haircut. Jon always took him to that kid hair place and they never seemed to listen to what he wanted; only Jon’s request to make him a cute little moppet. “You just have the face for it,” was the only explanation Jon ever gave him. “The ladies at Lil Monkey Makeovers say it’d be a crime to cut it short.”

Jamie stopped licking the cone and looked up at Jon, who smiled down at him and kissed his nose.

“All done?” He asked.

“Yeah.” Jamie replied. Jon took the cone and threw it into the garbage.

“Two points!” He exclaimed, hugging Jamie. “Hmm.” He assessed Jamie’s face and hands as if he had not noticed them before that moment. “I don’t think napkins’ll help here.” Without a word, he carried Jamie toward the public bathroom by the ice cream stand. He never explained anything to Jamie. After all, babies like Jamie did not need explanations. They just did what their caretakers wanted.

“You’re not gonna change me here, are you?”

“Aw!” Jon cooed. “Baby Jamie doesn’t even know his diaper’s still dry, hmm?” Jamie blushed. “Or are you trying to be a big boy and holding it because you forgot you’re wearing a diaper?”

“How could I forget?”

“Babies don’t mutter, Jamie bean.” Jon said, setting Jamie down on the changing table. “I’m just bringing you in here to give you a very thorough face washing. You must’ve gotten more ice cream on your face than in your tummy.” He poked Jamie’s tummy with a chuckle. “Didn’t you?” Jamie did not answer. “You know, I really like you in a diaper.”

“What?”

“It just suits you.” Jon replied. “Treating you like a baby was a bit of a joke at first, but” he shrugged. “You’ve really taken to it, haven’t you?”

“What? You forced me into this!” Jamie’s high pitched voice echoed in the empty bathroom. Jon smiled as he pulled the t-shirt over Jamie’s head, exposing even more of his diaper.

“And off come the shorts too.” Jon said, stripping Jamie down to just his diaper and the foam clogs he wore on his feet in place of normal shoes.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Shh, we’re just getting you cleaned up and then we’ll head over to swim, kay?” He eased Jamie onto his back and, retrieving some wet wipes from his backpack, got to work cleaning Jamie’s face and hands. “You’re fussy because your fingers are all sticky, hmm?”

“No.”

“One more grumpy grump and I’ll have to find your pacifier, buddy.” He looked severely at Jamie. “Unless you want to apologize?”

“Sorry, big brother.”

“Are you just being a fussy baby?” Jamie nodded, knowing it was better just to agree docilely than to try and argue.

Satisfied, Jon focused on cleaning Jamie up, wiping his face, hands, and even his chest just for good measure. He wondered how long he could spend wiping Jamie over and over again before the tiny boy started getting antsy. They had places to be though, so Jon restrained himself, lifting Jamie up off the changing table and setting him on his feet.

"Stay right there while I get all packed up." He smiled as the slightest shift from Jamie caused his diaper to crinkle. It would have been so much harder to turn Jamie into the baby he was now if he had not already had so many babyish tendencies.

"Aren't you gonna put my clothes back on?"

"That's right, baby.” Jon beamed. “You don't dress yourself. I put your clothes on for you." Jon tousled Jamie's hair. "But no, it's hot so I think you'll be much less fussy if we keep you cool by having you wear just your diaper for a bit." Coming into the park earlier, he had seen a baby just like that and had resolved right then and there to devise a way to get Jamie in the same situation. He could see Jamie about to throw a tantrum, so Jon reached down and tapped his nose. It was a small gesture, but it was kind of like a mute button, reminding Jamie that baby actions have baby consequences, whether he was consciously aware of the reminder or not.

“But” was the only word that escaped Jamie’s lips before he thought better of it and settled into a petulant pout. Slinging the backpack back over his broad shoulders, Jon offered his hand, which Jamie took. His diaper crinkled and his clogs scraped on the concrete floor as they left the public restroom and stepped out into the sunshine, the gentle summer breeze playing with Jamie’s hair.

"Where are we going?" Jamie asked.

"Such an inquisitive little guy!" Jon exclaimed. "Inquisitive means you ask a lot of questions."

"I know what it means!" Jamie protested, fighting the urge to mention that he was older than Jon. He did not know if that even was the case anymore, as confusing as that seemed.

As they walked along, Jamie seemed to become more and more aware that he wore nothing but his clogs and his diaper. He whimpered, clinging to Jon as if he could hide him from the others in the park.

"Can't we go faster?" He asked.

"If I carry you, we can." Jon replied. Jamie sighed.

"Can you please carry me?" He asked in a shy voice.

“Didn’t quite hear that, kiddo. Let’s get you up here.” Slipping his arms under Jamie’s smooth armpits, he lifted him up. “What were you saying?”

“Never mind.” Jamie mumbled. Jon chuckled.

“Don’t be bashful, baby. Sometimes your little legs just get tired, don’t they?” He patted Jamie’s diapered bottom. “Alright, let’s go swim, hmm? I put all our swimming stuff in your diaper bag earlier, remember?”

Jamie whimpered as a couple girls around his real age walked by, unaware that they only saw him as the baby everyone saw him as. No sane person would think that that was a teenager being carried by his little brother, wearing nothing but a diaper and bright blue clogs. Jon smiled and bounced Jamie slightly.

"It's ok, little guy. We don't need to get you a babysitter." Jamie's lip trembled at the thought. "Do you hear that? I think I hear splashing! We must be near the pool! Aren't you excited for the pool?”

"I guess." Jamie mumbled. He had forgotten that Jon had packed their swimming stuff. What had he been busy doing? Oh, that was right. He had been still eating breakfast under Jon's watchful eye, taking care to eat carefully to avoid Jon taking over feeding him.

"You can't swim in your diaper, can you?" Jamie shook his shaggy head as Jon carried him into the locker room. "There wouldn’t be any water left in the pool!” He pointed to the sign by the entrance. “Boys. That's us, right?"

"Mhm."

"And what makes you a boy, bud?"

"My... thingy."

"That's right!" Jon praised. "Your little thingy means you're a baby boy, not a baby girl." Jamie could not say why that made him blush.

Jamie had hoped that the locker room would be empty since he knew Jon had something planned for him, but there was no such luck on such a busy summer day. He tried to hide his face as Jon carried him past a few raucous boys who were hitting each other with towels.

"Here's a quiet spot." Jon said. "Now you sit right here and I'll get ready first, okay?" Jamie nodded, looking away bashfully as Jon stripped down to his boxer briefs. How long had it been since he had worn anything even remotely as mature as those? Jon had switched him to tighty whities months before the diapers had entered the picture and he sometimes felt like he had been in diapers for years and years. The first diaper had been last July Fourth, right? Or had it been the one before that? It was so hard to remember.

"All set!" Jon's voice pulled Jamie from his thoughts. "Now it's your turn, baby." Jamie squirmed as Jon pushed him into a reclining position, just as he had before after ice cream. "Off comes your diaper and then I've got a special surprise for you!"

"What is it?"

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a very good surprise, would it?" Jon teased, leaving Jamie lying on the bench naked as he threw away the boy's diaper. "I know you're not good at keeping secrets, but I am!" He smiled as he saw that Jamie had remained still on the bench despite being naked in the busy locker room, not even covering his crotch. He really had become a baby, completely trusting of his big brother. “Alright, let’s get your diaper out.”

“But.. you… you said”

“You can’t swim in your normal diaper, but you can swim in your swim diaper. It’s right there in the name!”

“Swim diaper?”

“Mhm. See the sign?” He pointed to the sign he had intentionally chosen to put them by. “Children under 3 must wear swim diapers.” Jamie began to stammer a protest, which gave Jon plenty of time to pull the blue and orange swim diaper out of his backpack and slide it up Jamie’s legs. “Don’t worry. You won’t be going out in just your swim diaper.” Jon said, rubbing his soft thigh reassuringly. “First of all, we need your hat to keep the sun off your face. You have cute freckles, but you’re getting a little red already.” He held up a brown wide-brimmed hat. “See, it’s a monkey!” It was indeed, a smiling monkey face with round ears sticking out on the sides of the crown. “And this goes under your chin to keep it on.”

“Great.”

“It is great, isn’t it?” Jon grinned. “And now, of course, we need your floaties, don’t we?” Jamie remained silent as Jon pulled his arms through the inflated sleeves. “There! I’d say you’re all set for swimming!”

“How can I swim like this?” Jamie asked.

“Well, think about it, kiddo. Swim diaper, monkey hat, floaties.” Jamie’s nose wrinkled as he realized what Jon had planned. They were not going into the pool. He was taking him to the splash pad, where toddlers ran around. Of course he was taking him there. “Aren’t you excited?”

"I guess"

"Such cute baby mumbles." Jon cooed. "Take my hand, Jamie, and we'll go have some wet summertime fun, hmm?" Jamie knew he had no choice but to comply. If he fussed too much, Jon would probably take him home and put him down for a nap or something equally embarrassing.

"The sun's so bright today, isn't it? Sure wish I had a hat like you, Jamie!" Jon said as they emerged from the locker room, Jon going nice and slow for Jamie's tiny legs. There was no rush anyway. "Ooh, that looks refreshing!" Jon said, giving Jamie's hand a squeeze. "Do you want to take your baby clogs off or leave them on?"

"Take 'em off."

"Sounds good to me, buddy. Now, it's gonna be a little chilly to start, so let's try and run right in, kay?" Jamie seethed, but nodded. "Off come your clogs!" Jon set them with their stuff, touching Jamie's feet for just a moment. He felt as though they had not grown at all in months. Jamie might just be stuck this size forever, he thought!

"Can we go in?"

"Knew you were excited."

"Well, it's hot." Jamie mumbled. He looked over at the squealing toddlers in the water. Something was off about them, but what? It struck him a second later as they began to walk toward the shallow water. They were all wearing swimsuits. He was the only one in just a swim diaper. Sure, they probably all were wearing them as well, but at least they could hide theirs! For a second, he was almost jealous of a little girl wearing a pink swimsuit, thinking that he would actually prefer that over being so exposed.

“Just try to have fun, bud.” Jon said, squeezing Jamie’s hand. “It’ll be so refreshing.” They entered the water and Jon smiled as Jamie shivered slightly. “You’ll get used to it, bud!”

At first, Jamie seemed reluctant to even try to enjoy himself, but Jon knew just the thing to do. He began to splash the little boy until a frustrated Jamie could not resist splashing back. They had fun for a while before Jamie suddenly stopped, his face turning a bit red.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I need to pee.”

“Use your proper baby words, Jamie.”

“Uh, but I need to go now.”

“Come on. You know this.” Jamie sighed.

“I need to go peepee. Really bad.” He squirmed a bit for good show.

“Alright, baby. Let’s get you to the locker room.” He picked Jamie up and, retrieving their things, hurried to the locker room. Jamie whimpered, trying his best to hold it. He could not wet himself! He just couldn’t!

Charging into a stall, Jamie tore the swim diaper off of him and set him down on the toilet.

“We made it, Jamie! Go potty!” Jamie sniffled and rubbed at his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“I… I didn’t make it.” He mumbled. “I told you I really had to go!” Jon kissed the boy’s nose and hugged him.

“Oh. Okay. Well, oopsies happen, don’t they?” He gave his tummy just enough of a tickle to bring a smile to Jamie’s face. “But, just to be safe, I think we’ll keep you diapered for the rest of the day, hmm? Just in case baby has any more oopsies.” Jamie felt as if there was a lead ball in his stomach. Would he ever see underwear again?

“Just for today?” He asked in a tiny voice.

“Yep. I promise you’ll have your tighty whities back tomorrow. And a big brother promise is a real promise.”