Potato Chips

A new oil used to cook potato chips has some very unpleasant side effects for that one in ten thousand who eat it. Brian is one of those one in ten thousand and by the third quarter of the football game all hell breaking loose. By the end of the game, Brian was in a kind of hell till his wife Carol walked him out of there.

Story Part 1

"Honey, you OK," Carol asked from the other side of the bathroom door.

"Hell no I'm not OK, my legs are falling asleep," Brian said as he shifted again for the sake of his circulation and asked, "what did the doctor say?"

"I didn't talk to the doctor, he's in surgery, but his nurse said it's most likely from the chips," Carol said.

"The chips? Did you just say chips," Brian asked as another cramp took hold of him.

"Yes, the chips! The potato chips," Carol said trying to sound sympathetic as Brain groaned.

"How does she know it's the chips," Brian asked.

"Olestra," Carol said.

"O what," Brian asked.

Brian had consumed a full bag of chips by the first quarter of the game. A third of a second bag by half time with nearly four beers. His first cramps began at the start of the third quarter. All hell broke lose just as the forth quarter began and, damn it, it was a hell of a game. He'd made it to the bathroom, but only just, and he'd been in the bathroom ever since.

"Olestra! Carol said and added, "it's the food additive they use for those particular chips. There is a reason they are advertised as zero calories," Carol said.

"How do you know it's that Olay or whatever it is," Brian asked.

"I just looked on the bag and those chips were cooked in an oil called Olean which is the brand name for Olestra. Anyway, she says that some people, a few, and it looks like you're one of them, can't tolerate it," Carol said and added, "here, I'll read the warning label...

Quote: This product contains Olestra. Olestra may cause abdominal cramping and loose stools. Olestra inhibits the absorption of some vitamins and other nutrients. unquote."

"Great! So now what," Brian asked.

"Your abdominal cramps and loose stool... that is to say your diarrhea, is going to last till your body has rid itself of the chemical causing it," Carol noted.

"How's that," Brian asked.

"Something about the Olestra separating itself out in the intestine. Anyway, like I said, that's most likely the cause of your diarrhea," Carol said and added, "the nurse says a couple of days at least."

"So what you're telling me is that I'm stuck in here for two more days," Brian asked sounding desperate. Spending the next two days in the bathroom was not very appealing.

"No, the nurse suggested a couple of things that can help. I'm going to the pharmacy right now to try and find something that will get you out of there. I'll be back as soon as I can," Carol said.

"No problem, I'll be right here - still," Brian said sounding frustrated and defeated. Not only did he miss the best part of the game, but he was stuck on a beautiful Spring day in a room no bigger than a prison cell and his legs were killing him.

Carol was gone just a little over thirty minutes when Brian heard the front door close.

"That you," Brian hollered.

"It's me," Carol said from the living room.

"Thank heaven," Brian said and added, "find anything."

"The pharmacist says you're definitely reacting to the oil those chips were cooked in. It's a typical food intolerance, like some get with lactose," Carol said.

"What the hell is lactose," Brian asked.

"It's the sugar in milk. Never mind that, it's just an example. Anyway, we've got to treat the symptoms, and get you back on your feet, so I got you some vitamins and Imodium," Carol said.

"Vitamins, what the hell do I need vitamins for," Brian asked in utter frustration and no small amount of confusion.

"The pharmacist says that the oil prevents you from absorbing some vitamins, like A, D, and E plus other essential nutrients. You need those particular vitamins every day. The Imodium will help you absorb those nutrients and water," Carol said.

"Water? Trust me, I sure as heck don't need water," Brian said sarcastically.

"Actually you do. Lots of water. Until this passes, you're also at risk of becoming dehydrated," Carol said as she added, "so I also got you some bottled water and fruit juice."

"How long before any of this works," Brian asked.

"Few hours at least, Carol noted and then cautiously added, "that's a few hours for your body to start getting those vitamins, but it's not going to eliminate your diarrhea.

"Fine. So in the meantime, I spend the rest of my day in here," Brain said before adding, "and miss most of the second game. Damn it, it was the one day, the only day I had."

"Not necessarily," Carol said.

"What? What did you say," Brain asked. Carol's voice had dropped slightly with that last statement.

"I said you don't have to stay in there," Carol said.

"Right! I can just sit on a plastic sheet, and poo my pants. I can change them... right," Brian asked sarcastically.

"Actually, yes and no, but not pants," Carol said.

"What are you talking about, Brian asked.

"Honey, I got you two packages of Tranquility brand daytime protective underwear and one package of overnights for tonight. At least they can get you out of the bathroom," Carol said.

"What? You got what," Brian asked trying to figure out what it was she was saying. What the heck was protective underwear, he mused. It dawned on Brian just a moment later.

"Tranquility brand daytime protective underwear. It will get you out of there," Carol said.

"Tranquility? Protective underwear? Wait a second, are you talking about diapers," Brian hollered and added, "Diapers? You've got to be kidding me!"

"Not diapers. Pull-ups. Honey, they go on like underwear," Carol said.

"Pull-ups! What's the difference, they are still diapers! Right? No way," Brian said with a lowered voice.

"What," Carol asked.

"I said, there is no way I'm going to even consider wearing those things," Brian yelled.

"I know. Actually, I didn't think you'd go for it. Anyway, here's the other stuff you need. I'm going to start doing a little yard work," Carol said in frustration. She already knew what Brian would say.

"I'm telling you right now, I'm not wearing diapers," Brian said.

"I know that. I just thought it might help you get out of that bathroom," Carol said.

"Like hell! I'd rather stay here," Brian noted sounding angry.

"No problem and I understand. Look, it's OK, I can take them back later. Just make sure you move your legs every few minutes or so," Carol said opening the door slightly so she could slip the large bag into the bathroom.

Tranquility brand daytime protective underwear, the package read. On the cover a picture of a very odd looking pair of underpants. They looked like some sort of ruffled panties for women more than underwear for men, Brian mused, although it didn't say which gender.

Brian put the package on top of the clothes hamper and ignored them as he tore off the protective wrap on the Imodium pills. Didn't matter, Brain decided, he'd seen the commercials and there was never any men in those commercials. Just middle aged women playing golf, tennis or exercising. They were always smiling as they obviously were wetting themselves.

"No way," he mused out loud as he lifted his right leg to allow the blood to flow before doing so with his left. His legs were falling asleep regularly. Even his bottom was starting to go numb.

Brian rummaged through the bag. A small travel package of baby wipes and baby powder were also in the bag. He ignored those as well as he took out one of the bottles of water before shaking out one of the vitamins. At the bottom, in a package by itself, were plastic vinyl pants.

"Baby pants? Not in this lifetime," Brian said dropping the soft package of two back into the bag. He knew why his wife had gotten them considering how messy things might get but even so, there was no way he was going to use those or anything else he had to wear. Never.

It was coming up on three o'clock when Brian picked the package of disposables back up to read the back. He had stood for a time stamping his feet and working his legs before the cramps started up again.

They did go on like underwear, but had sides that could be ripped opened. They crinkled slightly but the fabric was soft and mostly silent. They had no real front or back except for the blue lines in the elastic, but the puffiness on each side made it clear, to anyone with any common sense, they were diapers.

Brian tugged one loose from the bag. They were thicker between the legs with that thickness tapering off front to back but spreading outward like a fan. Diapers, he mused in disgust.

A wide elastic waist was what made them seem so odd looking, but that also meant they wouldn't move or slip down, the package read. It wasn't so much the waistband that bothered him but the gathers for the legs. The elastic, gathering as it did, made it look like ruffles on girl's panties.

Brian turned the package to read the back.

Absorbent and waterproof, the package noted, although what caught Brian's eye was that they were odor proof as well. Try as he might, the instant he thought he was done going to the bathroom, he wasn't. He looked at the package in more disgust, but finally, reluctantly, he realized a little hope.

His legs were getting sore when he finally decided to try one. He opened the bathroom door cautiously, moved to his dresser and found a pair of jogging pants he hoped would hide the puffiness. It took a moment for the diaper and another few before he pulled the plastic pants from their own package.

He made several checks in front of the mirror before he was satisfied that nothing showed.

"Hey, you're out," Carol said as Brian walked into the back yard.

"Not a word," Brian said.

"About what," Carol said.

"You know about what," Brian said.

"I wasn't going to say anything, but you've got to admit they at least got you out of that bathroom, right. So really, what's left to be said," Carol asked.

"Nothing," Brian said moving down the path to the shed. He was positive his bottom was swinging sideways like a hooker or waddling like a baby's might. He felt the fullness between his legs, the padding across his bottom. That odd feeling that he'd left a towel between his legs.

They might look more like underwear than diapers and that was debatable, but they definitely didn't feel like underwear, Brian noted as he walked. It felt like he was wearing a diaper although it hadn't showed when he slipped his jogging pants on and stood in front of the mirror.

Brian started the mower and rode it out of the shed but another set of minor cramps hit. Rather than start mowing, he drove it directly to the back steps of the house. He got off and walked back into the house. Carol tried not noticing.

In the bathroom Brian dropped his jogging pants and then the plastic pants as he tugged the disposable down and just making it. A light spotting at the back suggested he would have ruined another pair of pants were he not wearing that disposable. He easily tore the sides open and rolled it closed. He used toilet paper, then a disposable baby wipe to clean himself.

Brian was grateful for the protection when that last session ended. He took up another baby wipe. It was soothing that cool moistness. He took up another disposable from the package while kicking his jogging and plastic pants free.

This time he sprinkled baby powder down the back after pulling the disposable on. His logic, for that baby powder, was the odor. He left the bathroom with the ruined diaper in a small plastic bag they used for the little trash can. He put the bag into the trash under the sink after closing it with a twist tie.

Brian climbed back on the garden tractor and began mowing their vast back lawn. This time he was able to complete that chore before heading back to the bathroom. That last movement, halfway through the mowing, had been terrible to feel but a few checks made it clear he was dry on the outside. He had an hour before the next game started.

He lasted only another twenty minutes in the yard. It was his third change before taking up a rake. Halfway through raking he had another attack. It was his diaper change and, like the last one, it was stained enough to make it clear to him that they worked.

Another baby wipe, more baby powder and a bit of fussing with the gathers around his legs this time. There was something about that gathering that made him feel oddly juvenile and the padding between his thighs didn't help. He pulled his jogging and baby pants up and left the bathroom again.

"How you doing," Carol said moving away from her potting bench with a new plant.

"I'm doing," Brian said with a little less hostility in his voice.

"Make sure you are drinking that water and juice and don't forget to take one of the vitamins," Carol said.

Part 2

"I did, thanks," Brian said almost cheerfully as he headed for the new path he'd been working on for the past few weekends. Carol was smiling.

It was the thought of Brian wearing a diaper that had Carol sneaking peeks every so often. It was the thought of taping him into a disposable that had her attention when she was working her way down the isle at the pharmacy.

Carol had never considered such things till today, but now she was definitely considering it. Imagining Brian being babied by her left her oddly excited. It had taken her a long time to chose what he'd wear during the day and even more for his nighttime diaper.

Carol had settled on the Tranquility brand for day use simply because they did go on like underwear, but she couldn't resist that temptation as she hunted for the cutest disposable. In the trunk of her car was a package of adult disposables that did go on like a diaper. She'd gotten the thickest the pharmacist had.

Brian was also wondering, almost at the same time, what it would be like getting tapped into a diaper. It wasn't something he might have considered before this, but the fullness between his legs and that odd feel and those sliding little rubs when he walked was forming just a hint of a fantasy.

It was that fantasy that made him move off towards the house again. He actually didn't need to change himself, this time, but the thought of doing so had caused in him that desire to do so. He flushed slightly walking past Carol so soon, but she wasn't looking. Although when he passed, she did.

Two baby wipes this time with one for the front and a bit more baby powder than he'd used before at the back, although this time he added some of it to the front. This diaper, the one he removed, was almost unused but then again that wasn't the reason for his change, as he fussed a bit longer before putting his jogging pants on.

It was definitely the feel of it, Brian mused. The feel and then the freshness that the baby powder added helped as well, and so too the thickness once again playing between his legs.

"Hey," Carol said deciding not to say something that might make it worse as Brian came out of the house.

"Hey back," Brian said almost cheerfully.

"So really, how are you doing," Carol asked patting soil around another of the several new blooms she was adding to the garden.

"A whole lot better than I was," Brian said and after a pause that came with a slight flush to his face he added, "and those other things... I guess those things were a good idea as well, so thanks for that."

"Thought they might be and you're welcome," Carol said trying not to pay too much attention to Brian's padded state. It made him appear vulnerable and that was also very appealing to her right then.

Anyone else looking might not notice his bottom a bit firmer, a little larger than normal, but Carol did and that thought also made her slightly giddy. She had images of Brain working as he was now, but clad only in a disposable diaper and those milky white baby pants. A nice thick white disposable diaper and white plastic pants with only a tee-shirt, she mused happily over the image.

A very cute, very thick white disposable, baby pants and a short tee-shirt so it didn't hide the fact he was diapered. That full backside waddling around the yard, with her patting him occasionally, left her almost faint. She couldn't wait for tonight.

Brian was on his sixth diaper by dinner time and after his shower he was wearing his seventh. Lots more baby powder this time and Carol noticed the baby powder fresh smell as he came walking past her for the table.

Dinner was normal except Carol made sure there was mostly bulks for Brian to eat and most of what she fried was fried in the new cooking oil she'd also purchased. That new cooking oil was also made with Olestra.

Carol felt guilty, terribly guilty over that part, but without that Olestra she was afraid Brian would get over his problem way too soon.

The Imodium was helping and so was the juice and water as Brain ate dinner normally.

Brian's diarrhea was still there, but it was coming under some semblance of control now. He had not had to use the bathroom since coming into the house, but decided he'd better change again. He didn't need to change at all, but he if didn't, he mused, those diapers might end too soon.

"Be right back," Brian said faking his cramps.

"Take that other package in with you," Carol said.

"Which? I've still got more than enough in the first one," Brian said.

"Not the day package, the night one," Carol said.

"I don't follow you," Brian said.

"Honey, it's nearly bed time, might just as well switch to the night time ones," Carol said hoping her voice didn't sound as shaky as she felt.

"Night time? What night time ones," Brian asked.

"I got another package for night... You know, night, as in sleep? I got those so you can go longer without getting up. So you can sleep," Carol said.

"Pull-ups," Brian asked feeling slightly excited.

"No. Actually these tape on," Carol said keeping her fingers crossed.

"Diapers? Actual diapers," Brian noted.

"OK, yes, diapers if that makes you feel better. Now stop acting so blasted silly. Those pull-ups are working and so will the others if you'll get over your darn hang-ups," Carol said.

"I just don't see the need," Brian said but not meaning it. He was getting curious and even more excited at the prospects of wearing a diaper to bed, but trying not to show it. A few seconds later all hell began to break loose again. He wasn't faking it. This time he didn't make it.

"You OK," Carol asked from the other side of the door. She was feeling the guilt more because she'd used that cooking oil. She decided to stop, he didn't need that, she mused herself.

"Damn, it's like it was at the start of this," Brian said from the other side of the door. His pull-up, badly soiled this time and the edge of his plastic panties were soiled, and on the floor as Brian started the shower.

"It's going to be OK. I'll be in the bedroom getting your things ready," Carol said.

"What? What things," Brian asked pausing with one foot in the tub as he adjusted the temperature of his shower.

"I think that tape-on disposable is going to be better," Carol said.

"Fine! Whatever," Brian said sounding frustrated and thankful Carol couldn't see the smile forming on his face.

"That really looks like a damn diaper," Brian said coming into the bedroom. It was a diaper and of that there was little doubt. Carol had picked that particular brand because it really did look like a baby's diaper.

"It is and if you'd rather not do this then go get another pull-up, but clearly you're still not over your problem," Carol said stating the obvious.

"OK, fine, we'll go with those," Brian said as he moved to the bed.

"Just lay over it and I'll make the adjustments when you're laying down flat," Carol said as she stood there.