Let It Go

Chapter 3
Three

“It’s time for your underpants, I’m afraid. But I’m not sure how you’re going to react.”

Trip pulls out a pair of training pants. Its design is streaked with little blue dirt bikes.

Joel gapes at them. “Are those... Drynites?”

The much older boy looks left, then right, trying to figure out how to answer without embarrassing his little soldier. “Yes. Kind of. Well, they’re special underpants for little dudes like you who don’t know when they have to potty at night. That’s not so bad, is it?”

Joel looks up at Trip, his expression unidentifiable.

“Yes,” Trip admits. “They’re Drynites. And Trip will be especially proud of his boy for accepting them.”

Joel bites his lips, staring at the thick, white-and-blue pull-up pants Trip holds at his eye level. He can feel himself blushing. He doesn’t want to admit it, but, just looking at them, far from making him feel ashamed, gives him a kind of giddy feeling. The delicate Huggies-smell of the plastic is so gentle and childish and comforting. Joel turns up to Trip and shyly offers “Okay” without wanting to admit he wouldn’t mind having them on.

Trip smiles adoringly down at the kid. “That’s such a good boy. You’re the most well-behaved little dude I’ve seen in some time.” He opens the pull-up training pants, the leg holes expanding before Joel’s eyes. “Does Joel want to step into them himself like a big boy, or does he want them slid onto him while he’s lying down? Trip won’t think any more or less of his boy either way.”

Joel smiles bashfully at such a childish compliment. “I’ll lie down,” he says quietly, and plops to the bathmat on his bottom. The boy feels Trip gently guiding him downward, his friend’s hand familiarly between Joel’s shoulder blades, to a lying-down position.

Trip pulls the crinkly, diaper-like pants over Joel’s ankles, gently threading his friend’s little feet through them. With strong hands he slides them up to Joel’s crotch, then thinks to puff a little powder inside to prevent an otherwise-unavoidable rash. The adorable kid-pants are around his buddy, tucked in and ready for their inevitable use.

Joel sighs as a cloud of baby powder passes over his nose, smelling sweet and perfect. The Drynite fits snugly into place around his waist. He peers up to see it there, an ideal fit; it, oddly, makes him feel complete as he squeezes his thighs together and feels the squish of the fabric. Feels the resistance. The cloth is nice and caressing over his privates. His penis even swells into a concealed erection-- not uncomfortable, as his penis isn’t particularly large anymore.

Feeling much better in his new underpants, Joel stands up and smiles to Trip, completely dropping the act of not wanting to wear them.

Trip clutches gently at the front of his friend’s Drynite. “Aww,” he says. “I think a little dude really likes being in little kid pants again. I don’t blame you, Joel-- not one bit.” The older boy smiles and takes the younger by the hand again after gingerly sliding his friend’s erection down between his thighs from the outside of the garment.

“That’s so you can walk.”