Ride and Regression

Part Three

That night, back in the hotel, I stood in the room with just my diaper on explaining to my dad for the 10th time that I didn't need to wear diapers to bed.

"Look," I explained patiently "I haven't wet the bed in 10 years." He stared at me, gesturing towards my diaper again. I flushed red again, as I did at any mention of my all-to-wet diaper.

"Jason, that's not the point. You're in a wet diaper and you've been wetting it all afternoon. Your bladder's small, and this is gonna make it smaller. I just don't feel safe like this. Im not gonna be responsible for replacing the mattresses"

We continued arguing for the next 20 minutes, with Sam and Ricky eventually ignoring us and drifting off to sleep. With my brothers finally asleep, I eventually gave in to my dads request. While I wasn't looking forward to wearing diapers to bed, it didn't bother me that much. , but I definitely didn't want my brothers to know about it.

I lay back on the bed, resigned, and let my dad change me into a dry diaper.

Later, as I was drifting off to sleep, I thought that the padding of my diaper felt strangely comfortable and familiar.

The next morning, I was awoken by Ricky who was jumping up and down on my chest. 

"Oww!" I cried then "get off me." turning over. As I did this, the comforter slipped lower on my short frame, exposing my diapered backside to Sam, who was sitting across the room.

"You wore diapers to bed Jason?" he said accusingly "What the hell man, you some kind of baby? First you cant keep your pants dry and then you wet the bed?"

I sat upright immediately "I can too keep my pants dry, and I haven't wet the bed in..." my sentence trailed off as I looked down at my diaper, which was mottled and yellow in the crotch, clearly more then slightly wet. I was shocked.

"DAD!" Sam yelled "Come in here now!"

I scurried up and ran towards the bathroom, causing my heavy diaper to sag and slip lower on my waist, and just as I was heading around the corner, I ran headlong into dad who was hurrying through the door from the adjoining room.

"Whoa tiger, where you think you're running off to?" he asked, as he curled his arms around me. I withdrew, feeling a little silly that my dad was hugging me when I was only wearing a diaper. But, no matter how hard I pulled back, he held me there.

"Morning little guy." He said with a smile. Ricky ran towards him "Not you silly," he said to ricky "I was talking to JayJay here."

"Who's J-J-Jay-Jay?" Ricky stuttered.

"Why that's your brother Jason, Ricky. That's what we used to call him when he was a little boy like you. When he was still in diapers."

Sam piped up, deadpan "But, dad, isn't he still in diapers?" I blushed deeply.

"Don't tease your younger brothers, Sam" my dad said to him, winking, Sam smiled.

"But, Dad, aren't I the oldest?" I asked, wondering what my dad was playing at. Although I was smaller then Sam at only 5 foot 6, and lighter, I was older by more then a year.

"Well, sure you are Jason. But don't you wanna just relax for a little while, see what its like to be the younger brother? Give up that responsibility?" he peered down at me I looked up, unsure what he was asking. But, the thought of giving up responsibility sounded tempting

"S-s-s-sure dad," I said, stuttering, slightly unsure what I was committing too. "That sounds ok." Sam can try being the older brother for a change, and we'll see how he likes it. With that I crossed my arms over my chest in my tough guy position, until my diaper suddenly sagged and I put both hands on my waist to grab it.