The Coach

Chapter 7
Messy Boy

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Chapter Description: Gabe settles into his new position in his family

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The rest of the evening until dinner was uneventful for Gabe. They dropped Jackson off at home and their moms discussed getting Gabe some nice outfits like Jackson’s. Then they headed home and he settled on the floor in front of the TV watching SpongeBob and then Camp Lazlo. Mom brought him some milk and cookies too. How could it get any better?

Then right in the middle of Ben Ten the TV flicked off and he looked up to see Steven holding the remote. “Let’s go big guy, dinner time.”

Gabe sulked, “I was watchin’ that!”

“It will be on again soon I’m sure. They always replay those kiddie shows a thousand times.”

Gabe scowled but followed his big brother into the dining room. His mom’s home-made lasagna was on the table and a portion was already on his plate waiting for him. He knew his plate because mom put his favourite Garfield mug filled with milk next to it. Everyone else had glasses, but he got the cool mug because he was special. Without waiting for anyone else Gabe picked up his fork and started to cut into the lasagna. Dad lightly slapped his hand. “Now hold on their tiger. You wait for everyone to sit down. Don’t be rude.”

“But I’m hungry!”

“We all are, but if you can’t wait for the rest of us, you’ll be going to bed without any dinner.”

Gabe sulked but put the fork down. Soon he was hopping on his bum in the chair, whining, “C’mon mom, Steven, hurry up!”

They simply ignored him, taking their time. Finally when everyone was seated, he was given the nod and he quickly dove into his meal. Gabe had trouble keeping the food on his fork, which he gripped in his right hand in a fist. As little bits fell off onto his plate or into his lap Gabe didn’t have the patience to use his fork again, instead picking the food up with his left hand and shoveling it into his mouth. Then he dropped a big piece right down his good polo shirt. Mom frowned. “Oh Gabe, look what you’ve done now. That’s another good shirt I’ll have to scrub the stains out of.”

“Sowwy,” Gabe mumbled around a mouthful of food.

“Steven, help your brother take his shirt off before he gets any more mess on it.”

“’Kay mom,” Steven agreed, walking over to Gabe and standing behind him. “C’mon bud, arms up.”

Gabe was reluctant to stop his eating but seeing mom’s look, he complied, though failing to drop the fork. Steven lifted the shirt off him and looked down at him more carefully. “Mom, he’s got quite a bit in his lap too.”

She shook her head, “Well I might as well wash those shorts to then. Honey, take off your shorts for mommy please.”

Gabe hesitated at this direction. Having his shirt off was one thing, that felt more comfortable and totally normal. But having his shorts off too didn’t seem right. “How come Steven don’t have to take his shorts off?” he demanded.

“Because Steven can eat like a big boy, without making a mess of himself. Until we get you some more play clothes you’ll need to eat in your undies so you don’t ruin your good clothes.”

Gabe didn’t like it, but he couldn’t argue with her logic. He stood up and undid the button on his shorts dropping them to the floor and stepping out of them, revealing his Shrek underoos. For a few moments he felt strange and exposed sitting there in nothing but his undies while Steven sat fully clothed beside him. But then the sensation dissipated and soon he felt comfortable this way. So comfortable that he thought he’d like running around in his undies more often, now that he knew mommy thought it was okay. He was a messy boy after all.

Finished with the lasagna Gabe turned to the salad. He dispensed with the fork, after all he didn’t have to worry about getting messy now with no clothes on. He ate the salad with his fingers. Mommy didn’t look happy. “Gabe use your fork, you look like a greedy little piggy eating that way.”

Gabe scowled and shook his head, continuing to eat with his fingers. Mommy just tutted and went on eating. Finally all the salad was in his tummy, well aside from the goodly amount in his lap. “All done!” he announced, hoping for dessert.

But Mommy shook her head, pointing to the untouched pile of peas still on his plate. “What about your peas Gabe, you haven’t touched them.”

“I don’ want them,” he huffed.

“Well too bad. You’ll eat your peas or no dessert.”

Gabe shook his head vigorously, crossing his arms.

“Don’t you give your mom that tone young man. You will eat those peas,” Dad ordered.

Gabe pouted, “But they’re all cold!”

“Then you should have eaten them when they were warm. I’m not reheating them for you now,” Mom told him.

Gabe sniffled, feeling his emotions getting the best of him again. Why didn’t Mommy see that they were disgusting all cold like that? It wasn’t his fault they got cold, he had to eat something first and of course he had the lasagna first. A part of Gabe felt so awful for acting like this. Deep down inside he knew this was all wrong, his emotions shouldn’t be out of control like this, he shouldn’t be sitting here in front of his family in undies. But that voice was so distant now, he could barely hear it.

Mom got up and walked around to the sniffling, pouting, half naked teen. She leaned over his plate and picked up his discarded fork, scooping some peas onto it. “Now Gabriel open your mouth,” she ordered.

Gabe whined and leaned away, turning his head away from the fork. “Young man, you open your mouth this instant or you’ll get no dessert and you can spend the rest of the night on the time-out step,” she threatened.

Gabe gasped, he didn’t want to be put in time-out. The voice in his head tried to remind him that it was a silly punishment, but he couldn’t fight the overwhelming emotion of fear. He opened his mouth and let Mommy scoop the peas in. He swallowed and made a face of disgust, sticking out his tongue still smeared with pea gook. Mommy ignored the disgusting display and repeated this twice more but then stopped with half the peas still on the plate. “Okay, you’ve had enough. Thank you for cooperating Gabe.”

As he dug into his ice cream sundae Gabe was pleased that he had been a good boy and eaten his peas for Mommy. The more time that passed the easier it became for him to simply listen to Mommy and Daddy and just be a good boy for them. It became more comfortable to walk around in his undies the longer he stayed that way. He had no way of knowing that the gentle music flowing constantly through the house was helping him to adjust so easily.

After dessert they all settled in the living room to watch Harry Potter. Gabe snuggled in between Mommy and Daddy. He tried to sit on Mommy’s lap but she said he was too heavy. For a moment Gabe felt really sad, but then he remembered what a big strong boy he was and how he was becoming even stronger and he felt proud. Steven got them microwave popcorn and Gabe helped by pressing the buttons on the microwave. He liked the beep noise they maked when he pressed them and Steven assured him he’d done a good job. Reading was tricky now, but he still knew all his numbers and Gabe was sure that was a big boy thing. The movie was kind of scary sometimes and he had to hide his eyes in Mommy’s shoulder a few times. He was glad Mommy and Daddy were there to keep him safe.

When the movie finished Mommy looked at her watch and declared, “Oh my it’s nearly nine o’clock, time for someone to have his bath and get to beddy-byes.”

Gabe knew she meant him. Steven didn’t take baths because he was a grown-up. Mommy tickled his tummy, making him squeal in delight and then take off racing up the stairs to the bathroom. Gabe gathered together a bunch of his most favorite bath toys while Mommy came in and turned on the water. Once it was high enough he dumped his toys in. “I hope there’s enough room left for you, sweetie,” Mommy joked.

Gabe giggled and pulled down his undies, leaving them on the bath mat. Mommy picked them up and watched while he got into the bath. The water was just the right temperature, Mommy always made it just right. Days earlier Gabe would have died at the thought of his mom seeing him completely nude like this. Now he was completely comfortable this way, naturally Mommy helped him have his bath, so of course she saw him naked. Gabe set about playing with his scuba man and submarine, creating imaginative adventures for them while Mommy scrubbed his back and arms and legs, finishing with his grubby feet. It seemed to Gabe that it was over all too soon. Mommy was helping him out of the water, “So you don’t turn into a prune.”

Then she was toweling him dry, blow-drying his hair and all. “Okay, now go to your room and get your jammies on. I’ll be in to tuck you in soon.”

Gabe nodded and headed out, but then remembered the still half full bowl of popcorn downstairs. He decided to scurry down and finish it off before bed. Gabe tip-toed down the stairs and giggled mischievously as he ran, still on tippy-toes, to the living room. As he grabbed a handful of popcorn he was surprised by a voice behind him.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here. It’s a popcorn thief,” Daddy rebuked in a false serious voice.

Gabe turned around, giving Daddy a mischievous smile and revealing all his assets at the same time. Daddy chuckled good naturedly at his son’s state of undress. “Well look at this. Are you Daddy’s little streaker?”

Gabe smiled and nodded.

Daddy stepped closer and opened his arms. “C’mere ya little jaybird,” he beckoned.

Gabe stepped forward and allowed Daddy to embrace him. A part of him knew he shouldn’t be running around the house in the buff like this, that this mental haze was getting worse and he was behaving more and more like a little boy. But right now he felt so safe and happy and loved in Daddy’s arms. Daddy hadn’t hugged him in years, since he was very little. Even though he was a teen now, this felt right.

Daddy rubbed his back and cradled his bare bum. “You know how much Daddy loves you, don’t you Gabe?”

“Uh huh,” he mumbled in reply.

Daddy held him back a bit to look him in the eye. “You’re gonna grow up to be my big strong boy someday Gabe. But right now you’re my little guy.” He looked down at Gabe’s dangling peepee, “Daddy’s sweet little jaybird.” He pecked a kiss on Gabe’s forehead and ruffled his hair. “Now run upstairs and get in your jammies for Mommy,” he instructed.

Gabe trotted back up the stairs, penis bobbing as he went. He really did want to grow up to be daddy’s big strong boy. But it felt so nice to know that it was okay for him to be a little guy, a little jaybird right now. He’d had such conflicted feelings, trying to get stronger but feeling littler. Now he knew the way he was feeling and behaving was okay. He let Mommy help him into his nice flannel jammies and tuck him in. She read him a story from James and the Giant Peach then turned on his night light and kissed him goodnight.

Unfortunately he would see his Mommy again before morning. Gabe woke in the middle of the night feeling wet and cold. He realized after a moment what had happened. He’d actually peed himself! The shock of this realization woke something up in Gabe. He was suddenly awfully aware of how inappropriate this was. The haze in his mind seemed to be temporarily lifted by the adrenaline pumping though his system. He got out of his sopping wet bed and looked down at his soaked pajamas. Only then did he notice the rocket ship designs all over them. He stripped off the soaked garments, leaving only his sticky wet undies on. Looking though his drawers produced no other underwear though. Where were his boxers? As the adrenaline flow ebbed the haze began to fall over him again. He started to feel lost and confused and this frightened him. What was happening to him? He was a teenager wetting his bed and unable to find a solitary pair of boxers to change into. He wanted his Mommy!

Gabe rushed into his parents room sobbing. Mommy and Daddy awoke immediately. He fell at the side of the bed on his knees and sniffled. “Oh, sweetie, what’s wrong?” Mommy asked, concerned.

“I...I...I... tried to get more undies... but they all gone...and Gabe all confused...scared,” he babbled between sobs.

Mommy could see her son was distraught. “Oh, sshh dear, it’s okay, Mommy is here now. Did you have a bad dream Gabe?” she crooned, putting her arms around his head and neck.

“No...no I...I had an ax-ee-dent,” he finally admitted.

“That’s okay Gabe. We’ll get you some new undies to wear and we’ll clean up your bed. It’s okay honey, this happens to boys your age all the time. Mommy isn’t angry.”

It was like a ton being lifted from his shoulders. It was okay, Mommy wasn’t angry. And with that relief the haze settled back over his mind and Gabe allowed it to. He didn’t need to think anymore, Mommy would think for him, she knew what was best. He didn’t flinch as Daddy got out of bed and turned on the light, revealing his soaked underoos. He stayed still while Daddy yanked the sticky undies off him. It was okay, he was just being Daddy’s little jaybird again. Then Daddy took his hand and lead him to his room and laid a towel down on the floor for him. A moment later he was lying comfortably on his back kicking his legs in the air and grabbing them behind his knees. Daddy cleaned the naked young man up and slipped something under him. Gabe felt the new undies being taped on around his loins. Then Daddy was done and helping him to stand. Gabe looked down at the bulky soft garment and realized he was wearing a diaper now. He looked at Daddy, confused. He wasn’t a baby was he?

“It’s okay bud, this will keep you nice and dry tonight. It’s okay plenty of boys wear these at night.”

Mommy came over. “His bed is soaked,” she told Daddy.

“Well he’ll have to sleep with Steven tonight then.”

Gabe found himself being led to his brother’s room. Steven waved him over. “C’mon little bro. It’s okay,” he assured him, gesturing to his bed.

Gabe settled in the bed beside his big brother and was surprised when Steven slipped a teddy bear in his arms. “It’s okay Gabe, I used to have trouble at night when I was little too. Just sleep now, you’ll feel better in the morning.”

Gabe was overwhelmed with love for his big bro. He knew he hadn’t treated Steven well in the past, though he couldn’t recall exactly what he’d done to him. But now Steven seemed so big, so comforting, he was such a great big brother. Gabe hugged his teddy close and slipped his thumb between his lips, suckling and feeling such relief as he drifted off.

Gabe had strange dreams that night. He dreamt of standing on beach naked with the warm water lapping at his feet and just peeing over and over into the surf. All his friends and family were there watching him and encouraging him, his Mommy and Daddy and Steven beside him, rubbing his back, telling him what a good little boy he was.

Gabe woke up still in Steven’s bed, but alone now, aside from the teddy snuggled in his arms. The first thing he was aware of was the ocean sounds. The sounds of waves crashing on the beach filled his ears. Removing his soggy thumb from his mouth he felt at his ears and out dropped the earpieces to his iPod. Confused, Gabe rolled over and immediately felt the dampness around his loins. He’d wet himself again. But he wasn’t concerned by this at all. He had a diaper on now, wetting at night was normal and his diaper kept him and his brother’s bed safe and dry.

“Well morning there tiger,” Daddy called, poking his head in the door and seeing Gabe was awake. “You gotta come have some breakfast son, the big game is today!”

Gabe nodded, yes, the big game. Of course, he had a big game today. He wondered what kind of game it was. Maybe Candy land, he liked that game, or Mousetrap, that was fun too. The powerful specially tailored tape he had listened to overnight had done its job well. Gabe was in a deeper haze than ever before, barely able to concentrate on any thought for longer than a moment. He vaguely recalled having some kind of shots, but could only picture the doctor’s office when he thought of them, and then only the office of Dr. Broodle, the pediatrician he saw fifteen years ago.

A moment after Daddy left, Steven popped in and hopped up on the bed, tickling Gabe’s tummy. “Well, mornin’ little buddy!” he exclaimed while Gabe giggled and squirmed. Then he felt the front of Gabe’s diaper and tutted. “Uh oh, I think someone has a peepee diapee,” he chided, slipping his fingers down the front and then nodding in confirmation.

Gabe just chuckled at his brother’s high tones and tickly feel. Steven laid out a towel on the carpet and got a fresh diaper out. “C’mon silly, let’s get you in a nice dry diapee,” he called, patting the towel.

Gabe shook his head. “Nuh-uh, Gabe wea’ big boy pants!” he insisted.

Steven shook his head, “I dunno Gabe, are you sure you can hold it in?”

Gabe gave an exaggerated nod. “Uh huh, I’m a big boy! Onwy wea’ diapee at night.”

Steven agreed and went to the dresser, pulling out a large pair of toddler’s pull-ups with star designs. “Okay buddy, here ya go.”

Gabe hopped of the bed and waddled over in his drooping wet diaper. It only took a gentle tug and the diaper dropped to the towel with a plop. Gabe eagerly allowed his brother to towel him dry and help him step into the leg holes of the pull-ups. It didn’t occur to him that these toddler pants were a step back from the Shrek underoos he’d worn just the day before. To Gabe they weren’t diapers, so they were clearly for big boys like him.

Gabe rushed down the stairs, and hurried into the kitchen where Mommy and Daddy were eating breakfast. “Lookit’ I wearin’ big boy pants!” he announced, beaming.

Mommy and Daddy smiled at the high school hunk now showing off his pull-ups in their kitchen. “Yes buddy, you’re our big boy alright,” Daddy agreed.

After a yummy breakfast of pancakes, which Mommy had already cut up for Gabe, she cleaned the generous amounts of syrup off his face and chest and tummy then headed upstairs. She returned with a white t-shirt in hand. “Look Gabe I found another nice t-shirt for you to wear,” she announced.

Gabe clapped excitedly and put his hands in the air so Mommy could slip the shirt on. Gabe looked down at the smiling face of Big Bird across his chest. He loved it. Best of all, the shirt was quite short, so it didn’t cover his big boy pull-ups. He wanted everyone to see he didn’t need diapers. Gabe spent the rest of the morning playing on the kitchen floor wondering what big game he was gonna do this afternoon. Maybe it was hide and seek!

While Gabe played with his plastic screw driver and hammer, Daddy got off the phone and told Mommy “Coach wants the boys over at the locker room in an hour. He said to bring them dressed however they are right now. He has all the equipment they need there.”

Mommy nodded, “Perfect, Mary is bringing Jackson over right now, we can take the boys together.”

The tapes had worked their magic well. Though the whole family now saw Gabe as a 2-year toddler barely out of diapers during the day, they didn’t see the absurdity of him being on a high school football team. While they had forgotten everything else about their teenage son’s life, that one element remained. The request to bring their son to a football game dressed in a diaper and t-shirt didn’t even register as odd to them, the Coach’s control over their minds was so complete. If he’d told them Gabe was a Russian ballerina, they probably would have believed it without question. Steven likely didn’t even remember putting the iPod on Gabe last night. It had taken weeks of subliminal messages of a type developed by top-rate intelligence agencies, and drugs designed by black market pharmaceuticals but the Coach’s plan was coming to fruition.

Mary Delano arrived with Jackson soon after Coach’s call. She led the toddling teen by the hand, depositing him on the living room floor. Like Gabe, Jackson now wore pull-ups, but he didn’t have a shirt to wear, he was naked save for the undies. But if he was embarrassed by being paraded around in public in this state of undress he didn’t show it. Jackson simply lit up when Gabe crawled into the room pushing his toy police car. Jackson smiled and clapped his hands and the soles of his bare feet together, bouncing on his butt. Although both seemed happy to see each other, they did not play together, but rather played alongside each other. Then Jackson looked up suddenly and announced, “Gotta pee!” grabbing at his crotch.

His mommy acted quickly, grabbing the potty chair from the corner and dropping it in the middle of the room. She took Jackson’s hands and helped him over to the potty, then yanked his pull-ups down to his ankles and sat him on a potty which looked quite small under the 18-year old. She pushed his weenie behind the little splash guard and soon the sounds of tinkling filled the room and Jackson’s face relaxed, as he half-smiled. His mommy lapped praise on him rubbing his bare back and telling him what a good boy he was making peepee in the potty.

But it was watching this degrading display, seeing the smiling faces of the adults and the childishness of Jackson squatting naked on the potty in the middle of the room that flipped a switch in Gabe’s mind. This wasn’t right, not at all! Something about what he was seeing was wrong. Jackson was too big to need to potty like that, too big to be naked in front of all these people. He wasn’t a little jaybird like Gabe. But then Jackson was the same size as Gabe and the same age. So that meant Gabe was too big for those things too, right?

With Jackson done on the potty and his mommy dabbing his wet peepee off and helping him to pull his undies back up, Gabe was upset to find Mommy and Daddy insisting it was time to go to the big game now. He still wasn’t sure what that meant, but it was coming back to him now. He could feel it on the tip of his tongue. Gabe watched as Steven and Mommy and Daddy got their shoes on. But then his hand was taken by mommy and he was being led outside. “Shoes Mommy?” he questioned.

“No sweetie, you won’t need them,” she replied, leading him to the car barefoot and without any pants on, just t-shirt and pull-ups. “Jackson doesn’t have any either sweetheart,” she pointed out.

Gabe saw Jackson toddling, and that was the only way to describe it, to the car in his bare feet as well and saw that Mommy was right. Still something didn’t seem right about this, only babies went places barefoot because their mommies carried them or they rode in strollers. As he felt a breeze across his legs it occurred to him that he should be more upset about his lack of pants. Suddenly everyone seeing his pull-ups didn’t seem like such a good thing. As they rode to the school Gabe looked over at Jackson, chewing way at his thumb and drumming his feet on the seat in front of him, gazing blankly out the window. This was all wrong and the closer they got to their destination the more aware of his situation Gabe became...

 

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