Chapter 11

The front door opened

"Malik! I'm back." Bruce called upstairs.

Malik came down the stairs to see Bruce waiting at the bottom, with a bag in his hand. He handed the bag over to the boy.

"Go try them on."

"I don't want to" Malik groaned.

"I know kiddo, but they won't feel any different to your normal boxers, just slightly thicker as they're more absorbent."

Malik took the bag upstairs into his bedroom where he changed into the pants. He walked over to the mirror and cringed at what he saw. The boy quickly pulled his pyjama pants back over the 'absorbent pants'.

They felt strange. They were warm and soft, and there wasn't much space inside, which was quite uncomfortable at first. At least they weren't too noticeable.

Malik came back down the stairs and sat back on the sofa to play his game, Bruce was sat on his chair reading.

"So? Are they ok?" Bruce asked

"Mhm" the boy replied, keeping his eyes on the tv

"Good, remember Malik, they're not a punishment, they'll benefit you."

Malik nodded but continued to look at the tv.

"Right, I'm off to get in the shower," bruce said

"Mkay"

The man stopped at the door, "do you want to try and go to the toilet before I get in?"

Malik fidgeted before nodding his head.

"Good boy" the man patted him on the back as he followed him up the stairs.

The boy stood in front of the toilet for a good 5 minutes. Nothing. Bruce was waiting outside with his things and it was silent. He knocked on the door, "Malik, if you don't need to go it's alright you know".

He unlocked the door and looked down at his feet.

"I'll leave the door unlocked, just come in if you need to, okay?" The man said, lifting his chin up. The boy nodded and went back downstairs.

Malik went back to his game, he tried to distract himself and forget about what he was wearing as it made him feel vulnerable, and he hated feeling like that. But suddenly, he was back where he was yesterday, wetting his pants and the sofa uncontrollably and without any warning. He felt the warmth spread around his crotch and under his bum. He put his head in his hands and prayed this wasn't happening, not again.

Standing up, he felt urine pouring down his legs, it was leaking. Tears streamed down his face as he turned to look at the sofa. There was a wet patch on it, but it wasn't as big. He wanted to go upstairs and tell Bruce, but he didn't know how, and was far too embarrassed, so he waited for him to come downstairs.

"Ahh Malik. What am I gonna do with you, hey?" The man sat down next to him and pulled him into a hug.

"I'm so so sorry" the boy choked on his sobs.

"Come on now, don't be silly" he pushed the boys overgrowing curls out of his face and dried his eyes. "Take those off and go jump in the shower, we need to go shopping"

The boy stayed where he was.

"Malik. Shower. Come on."

"I don't want to. I'm sick of getting in the shower all the time. I'm sick of not knowing when I need the toilet."

"I know, but surely you're getting sick of standing there in wet pants too?" Bruce leaned against the door frame.

Malik sniffled and shrugged.

"Well, you'll definitely get sick if you don't take them off and go get clean." The man told him

The boy knew what he was saying was true, and the wetness was starting to irritate his skin, so walked past Bruce and up the stairs to get in the shower.

"Good boy" Bruce patted him on the shoulder as he went past.

Malik turned around, "stop calling me that!"

"Which, good? Are you not good?" Bruce said, taken back.

"No! I am good. Stop calling me boy."

"Ohh I seeee...you're a girl? Let me correct myself, good GIRL." The man teased.

"I'm NOT a girl" Malik frowned coming back down the stairs, he stood on the bottom step to be a little taller.

"Okay, if you're not a girl or a boy what are you? What would you like me to call you."

"A man, obviously."

Bruce laughed in his face.

"Stop laughing at me!" Malik whacked him on the arm.

"Sorry, I'm sorry it's just- you- it's just funny, you're not a man yet Malik"

"Well boy makes me sound like a kid, and I'm not a kid." Malik argued.

It was a fair point, the term 'boy' does make one sound like a child, but that's exactly what he looked like. Stood on the bottom step of the stairs to add to his height, in wet pants. Even his face, he had such a baby face and his soft brown curls just added to his cuteness tremendously. And not to mention his big brown eyes, he was like a little bambi.

"You definitely 100% do not look like a kid." Bruce said sarcastically, looking at the boys wet pants.

"Stop looking!"

"Go get in the shower then! Or are you waiting for me to help you?" The man teased.

"I don't need help." Malik said, heading up the stairs.

Whilst the boy was in the shower, Bruce decided to rustle up a full English breakfast. He noticed that Malik struggled a lot with eating, he claimed he was never really hungry, and was rarely seen to finish a full meal. Most of the time he just snacked on chocolate or some other sugary sweet.

Malik came back downstairs and was instantly hit by the smell of food.

"What are you making?" He asked curiously, taking a seat at the table.

"Breakfast! And you're going to eat it." Bruce told him enthusiastically as he plated it up.

Malik looked down at the plate of food in front of him, "do I have to eat all of it?"

"Real men eat all their meals, I thought you were a man?" Bruce teased.

"I am...I'm a man who doesn't like egg."

"Have you even tried it?"

"Yes. I hate eggs." Malik was determined he was not eating the egg that was sat in front of him.

"Alright, but I know you like the rest of it so come on." Bruce tapped his plate.

"Why though? I mean, thanks, but I wasn't hungry." The boy looked up at him.

"Malik, it's not about being hungry, you're supposed to eat three meals a day! Why do you think you're so small and weak and behind all the other boys your age-"

The boy went pink, "I'm not small or weak or behind!"

"You've barely hit puberty" the man laughed.

"Shut up!"

"Alright, I'm sorry. At least make an effort with your food, it's important to eat."

Malik ate quickly just to shut him up. "There, I'm done."

"Well done. Now you'll grow big and strong!" Bruce took his plate over to the sink.

Malik rolled his eyes.

"Toilet before we leave, please" the man reminded him.

The boy groaned but made his way upstairs.

Bruce waited in the car. He felt he'd been waiting for a while and checked his watch. 10 minutes, what on earth was he doing?  He was about to get out to go see where the boy was when he saw the front door open and Malik appear.

"Everything ok? You took a while" Bruce asked, concerned.

"I'm fine" the boy replied, closing the car door putting his seatbelt on.

Bruce started the car, "did you have a wee?"

"Why do you wanna know?" Malik shifted uncomfortably.

"Just asking"

"...well no"

"Do you need one?" The man asked.

"What's with the personal questions!?" The boy was now bright red.

"Well I don't want you weeing in my car again, do I? Don't answer if you really don't want to."

"Well I don't know! I don't know when I need a wee anymore, it just happens.." Malik sniffled.

"Okay, okay, just calm down."

"But what if it happens whilst we're out!?" The boy was panicking.

"It won't Malik, we'll go to the loo every hour or so, or whenever you want to try." Bruce reassured him. "Do you want me to get you something better than the protection you have on?"

"No! I'm not wearing a nappy."

"How many times, it's not a nappy, they're just pants, boy." Bruce put his head on the steering wheel.

"But they won't leak?"

"No, they won't leak."

Malik thought for a second.

"So? Are you going to try them? If you don't like them you won't have to continue wearing them."

"Fine."

Bruce's eyes lit up with joy. He'd gotten the boy to agree to wear pull ups! Without him even knowing!

The man parked the car up and got out of the car. "We'll go to the toilet first, ok?"

Malik nodded, he honestly couldn't tell whether he needed to go or not but he figured it was worth a try.

"20p, please" the security held his hound out.

"I beg your pardon?" Bruce looked down at him.

"It's 20p, to use the toilet here, sir."

"20p? You're telling me people have to pay so you don't have to clean up their mess on the floor?" Bruce raised an eyebrow.

"Just doing my job, sir."

"You might wanna find a better job." He reached into his pocket and dropped the 20p coin into the man's palm. "What a joke, come on Malik" he said, guiding the boy into the mens toilets.

Malik went into a cubicle and shut the door, he wasn't a fan of urinals, he got too shy and hated the thought of anyone seeing him or hearing him relieve himself. He stood in front of the toilet for a few seconds, but was nervous that Bruce would be able to hear him. He tried anyway but nothing happened, so he flushed the toilet and unlocked the door. He felt kind of bad that Bruce just had to pay 20p to get him into a toilet which he didn't even use.

"Any luck?" Bruce asked, he was stood leaning against the sink.

"I didn't need it" Malik told him, "I've got 20p at home for you though."

The man laughed "don't be silly, it's only 20p, I didn't really care I just thought it was a bit cruel. Imagine a pregnant lady wanting to use the toilet but not having 20p on her."

"True." The boy laughed.

Bruce took him back out of the gents and then they began shopping. At the top of his list were pullups.

"I was thinking it's probably best if we go get your...whatever you want to call them- first? So you can put one on, just incase." The man suggested.

As much as he didn't want to walk around wearing protection, Malik knew that was probably a smart idea and nodded in agreement. Bruce was surprised that the boy hadn't begun shouting and getting defensive like he usually does.

"These ones?" Bruce held up a large package of navy blue pullups.

Malik nodded quickly and left the shop whilst Bruce paid. He didn't want to be seen in there, he just wanted to get out of there asap. Bruce followed him out after paying.

"Do you wanna put one on now?"

Malik hesitated and shuffled his feet.

"You don't have too, but I would recommend putting one on, just until we get home."

The boy nodded and took the bag into the toilets with him. Bruce waited outside the cubicle again whilst he got changed.

He carefully took one out of the packaging, trying not to make too much noise. Slowly, he pulled his shorts down and stepped into the pull-up before putting his shorts back on. He immediately noticed how thick it felt, and how it sat inbetween his legs, keeping them apart. He worried if people were going to be able to tell he was wearing it.

"Is it noticeable?" The boy asked, exiting the cubicle.

"Not at all." Bruce said truthfully, it wasn't too noticeable, yet.

"Good." Malik replied

The boy tried his hardest to walk as normally as possible, but every step he took reminded him of the padding between his legs. They went into a few more shops, where Bruce bought more food and clothes and other boring bits and bobs. It had been a few hours now and Malik was getting used to his new underwear. So much that he forgot he was wearing it.

The boy stopped dead in his tracks.

"I think we've got just about everythin- what's wrong?" Bruce turned around, realizing he'd stopped.

"I- I'm having an accident.." he whispered, feeling a few small streams trickling out slowly.

"Hey, it's alright. You can't even tell. You've got the pull up on, remember?"

The boy squeezed his crotch desperately and managed to stop himself for a few seconds. "Can we go back to the car.."

"Yes, of course. Just try to act normal okay? You really can't notice it at all."  The man put his hand on the boys shoulder and walked him outside to the car park.

Malik stopped again.

"Come on Malik, we're nearly there, it's alright."

"It's still coming out..." he whined uncomfortably.

"I know, we're almost at the car now."

Malik walked quickly over to the car and got in. The trickles were now getting longer and faster. Bruce got in and started the car. "You ok?"

The boy shook his head, "I'm weeing" he sniffled and looked down.

"Malik, that's what the pull up is for, don't worry about it."

Malik froze as he began uncontrollably weeing full force into the pull up, a loud continuous hiss coming from it. The pull up grew warm and expanded underneath his bum and around his crotch as it filled with urine. The ride home was beyond uncomfortable as the swollen padding forced his legs apart, it felt so full it could burst.

He kept as still as possible, terrified that it would start leaking.

Bruce parked the car up on the drive and got out. Malik stayed where he was.

"You getting out?" Bruce asked opening his door for him.

The boy hesitated before undoing his seatbelt and stepping out of the car, as he stood up he felt the pull up sag heavily between his legs. He checked the seat to see if it had leaked, but it was all clear.

"Good boy, let's get you changed."