Forced diaper check

Losing Control

Losing Control Centzon being held on Showtime’s lap, relieving himself. Seems the bunny was reluctant to wear and use his diaper, so the dino had to take matters (as well as the expanding seat) in his own hands.

Furrys in this drawing belongs to Centzon and iedino

Above text by iedino

Source: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/31747033/

Poor Centzon looks like showtime is going to make 100% sure that his victim is 100% diaper depended for life.

Poor bunny looks like he have to look forward to a new life in diapers.

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Pachi-Whimsicott

Pachi-WhimsicottA reward for PuffyPachi from ludisluteo

Source: https://inkbunny.net/s/1895040

Awww poor Pachirisu looks like it is a pretty well used diaper that is hiding inside this costume and from the sound during this diaper check it seems like it really need to be changed.

Wounder if he going to get that diaper change that he desperate is in need of? Or if he going to be force to wear this messy wet diaper a wile longer?

I sure hope that pacifier is giving him some sort of comfort :)

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Subliminal Baby 2 Part 7

This story is written by Elfy

The next few days were rough for Steven.

When he went to bed the night of his traumatic day with Linda, Steven prayed that his accident was a one-off. He laid awake for a long time before eventually succumbing to exhaustion, he was terrified of wetting himself in his sleep again. He had taken a long time to calm down in the evening and had eventually rationalised what had happened as just an accident. Accidents happen, no need to worry.

When Steven opened his eyes the next morning he found Ritchie had come into the nursery again. He felt his older brother’s hand probing the bottom of his diaper and, judging by the giggling, Steven’s worst fears were confirmed.

Rolling over, Steven immediately felt the swollen padding between his legs and realised that his accident during his nap was not a one-off at all.

Each of the subsequent nights found the same thing happening. Steven would go to bed completely dry and then wake up the next morning soaked. Each day Steven felt his heart drop as he found out and he would start crying over his loss of control. More and more, Steven was spending his time crying to get attention or help from his Mom.

This was only highlighted by Ritchie’s recovery. Ritchie was having no problems keeping his pull-ups dry. Not only that, but Ritchie had graduated from using the childish potty to using the grown up toilet. Frequently, Steven would find himself in a diaper that he didn’t remember wetting and watching his brother calmly walk to the bathroom without an issue. It was becoming increasingly evident that Ritchie was almost completely recovered.

It was miserable for Steven. He was watching his brother progressing very quickly and receiving heaps of praise from Mom for it. Meanwhile he was frequently in a diaper that was wet and had to accept that he was back in the subordinate role that he had been in when all of this started, the only difference was he had made his position much worse.

The routine was dull. Everyday felt the same and became very predictable, the monotony was made worse by the taunting Steven started getting from Ritchie. As Ritchie recovered from the effects of the messaging, his confidence also returned until Ritchie was back to lording over his brother with impunity.

It was a surprise, therefore, when after his post-breakfast diaper change one morning the regime was change. Instead of his usual onesie or similarly infantile clothing, Steven was dressed in the same tight shorts and t-shirt that he had worn when he had been taken to the shops right after all this begun. It felt like so long ago.

“It’s a lovely day today.” Karen said as she indicated the sunny day outside the window, “We should go for a walk.”

Steven’s mouth dropped open and he felt his mouth go very dry very suddenly. Going outside? In these diapers? No, not again!

Of course, Steven had no say in matters any more. His opinion was no more important than a baby’s opinion. Karen simply got Steven dressed and ready to leave whilst Ritchie got himself ready. Ritchie was even able to tie his own shoelaces, Steven watched with interest as it seemed like his brother was able to do complex things, surely he was recovered enough that Steven could be let out of his diapers.

Even as Steven thought this he felt the front of his padding warming around his crotch. He sighed as he realised that even if he was allowed to grow up again, he would need to re-train himself to get out of diapers again. This thought was both terrifying and very frustrating.

Steven was reluctantly led out the of the door. He followed his mother and brother as they walked down the street. Karen and Ritchie talked happily and were enjoying the day whilst Steven hung back several paces and felt remarkably self-conscious. He could hear his crinkling and kept smoothing out his clothes as he did his best to hide the bulky underwear he was wearing.

Every time the three of them walked past someone, Steven found himself tensing up and then turning to watch them walk away to see if they looked around at him or laughed or anything.

It was when the family were nearly home and Steven was watching a middle-aged lady walking away that he suddenly heard a voice in front of him that he recognised.

“Steven? Is that you?” The male voice caused Steven to quickly spin back around to look in front of him again.

“Oh, hi Charlie…” Steven said reluctantly. His worst nightmare scenario was in front of him. One of his good friends, someone he had known since elementary school, someone Steven hadn’t seen since all of this started, was now in front of him on his bike.

“Where have you been?” Charlie asked Steven innocently, “You haven’t been hanging out, you haven’t been online… We’ve been wondering where you were.”

“Oh, I’ve just been, erm, busy…” Steven replied vaguely. As he spoke he smoothed out his clothes again, he thought he heard himself crinkle slightly but prayed that it was just his imagination. He hadn’t thought about it but disappearing suddenly from all of his friends must have made them all quite worried.

At this point, Ritchie had noticed that his brother had stopped and started talking to someone Ritchie had seen Steven hang around with a few times before. He told his Mom that he would be in soon and smiled a devilish smile before swaggering towards his younger brother. Karen duly walked a few houses up the street and then turned into her house’s front yard.

“Anyway, I had better be going.” Steven could see Ritchie walking over and wanted to get away. He could see the look on Ritchie’s face and knew that hanging around would not be good for him.

“Going?” Charlie repeated, “But where have you been? When are we going to see you again?”

“I don’t know. Look, I have to go!” Steven was getting desperate and practically shouted at his friend as he started walking past Charlie’s bike.

“Whoa, where are you going, little bro?” Ritchie roughly put his arm around Steven’s shoulder and stopped him just as he was standing next to his friend, “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?”

Steven scowled. He knew Ritchie had no interest in who Steven was talking to, and yet he had to play along or risk Ritchie exposing his secret.

“Charlie… This is my brother Ritchie.” Steven said flatly. He tried to pull free of Ritchie’s grip but Ritchie used his superior strength to hold Steven in position. Steven was feeling really nervous and wanted to get away, he would have done anything right then to be able to wriggle out of his brother’s arms.

“Hi Ritchie.” Charlie said slowly. This was strange, Charlie already knew who Ritchie was. Ritchie had never been interested in Charlie before.

“So what were you two talking about?” Ritchie asked. He did his best to pretend to be enthusiastic, he could feel Steven cringing and trying to pull away but Ritchie made sure his brother stayed rooted to the spot.

“I was just asking where Steven had been.” Charlie replied as he turned back to Steven.

“Ah yes!” Ritchie chuckled slightly, “It’s a great story! Steven, why don’t you tell your friend where you have been recently.”

“I… I…” Steven could feel his face blushing. He wanted to run away but his stronger older brother held him in place. What could he say? With Ritchie right next to him he couldn’t even lie.

“Go on, Steven.” Ritchie said patting Steven hard on the back, “Unless you would prefer I tell him…”

Steven was frozen. His breathing was ragged and he couldn’t seem to move his arms or legs. He could feel Charlie’s confusion as he stared at Steven, why wouldn’t he look away?

“He’s so shy!” Ritchie said, “Not to worry. I’ll tell you.”

Steven hesitantly turned his head to Ritchie. He was pleading with him through his eyes to not tell Charlie what was happening. At that moment he would do anything to hide the truth.

“Steven decided to play a prank on me a few weeks ago.” Ritchie began, “And needless to say it was perhaps a little more serious than a prank… More like assault.”

Steven couldn’t believe that Ritchie was telling someone about what had happened. He wanted the ground to open up, but instead he was forced to just stand there and stare open-mouthed at Charlie as Ritchie relayed the whole sordid affair to him.

“So anyway, to cut a long story short Steven is now being punished for what he did. He isn’t getting out of the house much.” Ritchie concluded.

Steven suddenly felt relief crash over him like a wave. Ritchie had not gone into specifics, Steven had a chance to make sure no one ever knew what had happened.

“Oh, OK. Well when does the punish-” Charlie began.

“Do you smell that?” Ritchie suddenly interrupted as he sniffed the air in an exaggerated way.

Steven was confused, he sniffed the air but nothing seemed unusual. From the confused look on Charlie’s face, he guessed that Charlie had no idea what Ritchie was talking about either. Steven just wanted to leave this awkward situation.

“Hold on. Need to check something.” Ritchie said as he turned to Steven.

Steven didn’t react fast enough. It dawned on him too late as to what was happening, he watched in shock as Ritchie suddenly grabbed the sides of his shorts and yanked them down. Steven’s wet diaper was exposed to the world, and Steven felt like his stomach had dropped with the shorts.

“Better check my little brother hasn’t filled his diaper again.” Ritchie said casually as if checking an 18-year-old’s diaper was a normal thing to do.

Steven let out a small yelp of horror as he felt Ritchie pull the back of his diaper away from his skin to see if he was messy. Steven was clean, of course he was clean, Steven knew his brother knew that too but it was an excuse to humiliate him.

“What the hell!?” Charlie nearly fell of his bike as he stared at his friend’s crotch, “Is that a… Is that a… Steven, what is going on?”

Steven couldn’t respond. His knees felt weak and Ritchie’s arm was the only thing keeping him upright. Steven just shook his head as his mouth failed to form any kind of response, the tears that never seemed far away started rushing to the front of Steven’s eyes. He looked up and down the street to see if anyone else was seeing this embarrassing exposure, it was with despair that Steven saw several people up and down the street turning to see what the commotion about.

“Oh, Steven didn’t tell you?” Ritchie asked in mock surprise, “My little brother has had some problems staying clean and dry lately. Me and Mom have had to put him in diapers because he keeps wetting and messing himself like a baby.”

Ritchie let go of Steven’s diaper but didn’t pull his shorts up. He smiled maliciously at Steven.

“Revenge is a bitch.” Ritchie whispered as he leaned in close to Steven. The street was quiet but Ritchie could tell that other people had seen what was going on. The secret was out.

“Oh my God.” Charlie mouthed. The sides of Charlie’s mouth twitched upwards as he recovered from the shock slightly, “It’s wet too!”

“Yes, little Stevie just isn’t ready for big boy pants yet.” Ritchie responded sadly. He acted like a father who was trying to potty train a difficult child.

“I have to show they guys!” Charlie laughed as he pulled out his phone and held it up.

Steven uselessly shook his head again and felt the tears in his eyes fall down his cheeks. He started sobbing again. He desperately tried not to cry like an infant but he couldn’t help himself as Charlie took pictures from several angles. Charlie and Ritchie laughed at the humiliation.

Steven finally felt Ritchie’s grip loosen. He didn’t even stop to think, Steven started waddling towards home just down the street. He was so desperate to get out of the public eye that he didn’t even pause to pick up his shorts.

Waddling down the street towards home and being hampered by his shorts, Steven was chased by the mocking laughter and catcalls of his brother and friend.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Steven wailed as he rounded the garden gate and headed into the house.

Steven just wanted to get away from the scary and unwelcome world. He needed the safety of his Mom and his nursery. He was desperate to go back to the comforts he had grown used to.

The rest of the day was spent recovering from the horror of the morning. Steven just turned his brain off and went through the motions as he considered the fact that he could never go back to the life he had before.

Charlie would no doubt be circling the stories and pictures. Even as Steven sat in his nursery with his pacifier and a teddy bear, he knew Charlie would be telling everyone. He would be the source of all rumours, his terrible secret would be known to everyone in town. There was no way to recover without leaving the area and he had no way to do that.

His shock and horror was not helped that evening when, as he was spoon fed a couple of jars of bland baby food, Ritchie announced that he felt like he was free of the effects of the messaging. He smiled as he told Mom that he felt normal again. Whilst they hugged and celebrated, Steven just fumed in the highchair. His social life was over but just like usual, Mom had sided with Ritchie and Steven was supposed to be happy for him.

If ever there was a silver lining, it would be that it would surely allow Steven a chance to grow up again. He had held on to this hope ever since he noticed Ritchie improving, when Ritchie was free of any regression effects there would be no point in continuing the cruel punishment.

“Well then, Ritchie, if you’re really feeling better.” Mom said as she stood up to clear away the plates, “Maybe you would like to change Steven for bed?”

“I would love to.” Ritchie replied with an innocent smile, “Anything to help you out Mom.”

As soon as Mom had turned towards the kitchen, Ritchie’s gaze fell on Steven and his face went from innocent smile to twisted smirk. Ritchie stood up and walked around the table.

“Come on, little one!” Ritchie said in syrupy baby tones, “Let’s get you changed.”

Steven scowled as his high chair restraints were undone. Ritchie lifted Steven on to his unsteady legs on the floor, and grabbed his hand to lead him towards the stairs.

This was the worst, Steven thought. This must surely be as bad as things could ever get. There was no possible way things could get worse. He trooped up the stairs behind his brother and sulked as he realised Ritchie was going to milk this for all it was worth. Embarrassing him as much as possible. It wasn’t fair! Steven never humiliated Ritchie, just helped him when he needed it.

Steven suddenly came up with a wicked idea as he waddled around the corner to his nursery. He stopped on the spot and squatted down, scrunching up his face he pushed down with all his tummy muscles. If Ritchie was going to make this difficult for Steven it seemed only fair that Steven returned the favour.

“Steven what are you… No!” Ritchie suddenly realised that Steven was filling his diaper right before his change. The smile on Steven’s face made sure Ritchie knew that it was on purpose.

Steven didn’t really need to go but as he pushed down with his muscles, he forced out a small amount of poop that dropped snuggly into the seat of his diaper. It was far from the huge messing that he had been accused of doing on purpose a few days ago. But it was enough that Ritchie would have to deal with it. It was a very small act of defiance.

Ritchie grumbled as Steven stood up again. Ritchie pulled his younger brother to the changing table and helped him to get up and lay down on it. Steven’s messy diaper squelched against the changing table and made his small accident slightly worse.

Steven smiled. It was a tiny thing to do, an almost meaningless protest, but Steven felt like a small victory was still a victory and he would take what he could get at the moment.

“Gross…” Ritchie moaned as he set about wiping his brothers behind, “I can’t believe you did that.”

Steven couldn’t suppress a small giggle from escaping his mouth. Forcing his brother to clean his messy bottom was a small victory to end a terrible day on.

“Oh, good you haven’t put him down yet.” Both boys turned to see Karen in the doorway, “Wait… Did he mess himself again?”

“Yep.” Ritchie replied through gritted teeth as he scraped the last of the sticky poop off of his brother’s butt, “Just as we got in the room. Looked like he did on purpose too, he laughed as he did it.”

“Well, I was just about to come in here with a pretty big decision. Maybe, the choice has already been made…” Karen said thoughtfully.

Steven felt his legs lifted as the old diaper was slid out and folded up and a fresh diaper was placed under him. He was only half paying attention to what was going on, having had so many diaper changes at this point it really didn’t bother him much anymore. Both his mother and brother had frequently seen him naked by now. This was the first time he was being changed by Ritchie but was that really a big deal?

“What’s up, Mom?” Ritchie asked as he sprinkled some powder over Steven’s crotch.

“When I found out what Steven had done to you.” Mom started saying. Steven perked up a bit and started paying some more attention, “I promised myself that when you were back to normal that we would then talk about ending the punishment of Steven.”

Steven eyes jumped wide open as he felt his heart flutter with joy. Could this really be the end of this nightmare? Steven looked up at his brother’s face as Ritchie pulled the front of the diaper up and began smoothing it out. Steven noticed that Ritchie looked suddenly annoyed, clearly Ritchie wasn’t too happy with the idea of allowing Steven to get out of diapers.

“But I think it would only be fair if the person who got to decide what happens next… Is you, Ritchie.” Karen continued.

Steven’s face turned from one of joy to one of horror. His brother, the brother he had done such damage to, the one who been increasingly taunting towards Steven as he recovered, that same brother would get to choose what would happen next!?

“Mom… You can’t let-” Steven began to say.

“Quiet, Steven. I have made my mind up. You lay there and let Ritchie finish diapering you.” Karen said shortly to her younger son.

Steven lapsed into silence as Ritchie slowly taped Steven into the new diaper. He tried to study his older brother’s face for some sign of what he was thinking but all he could see was someone in intense thought.

Steven thought back to all the times he and his brother had fought each other growing up. The pranks, the tricks, the mean words and the fights… There was rarely peace between them, they were so different. Then everything in the last couple of months happened, the regression and revenge went beyond typical sibling rivalry. What he had done to his brother had crossed the line a long time ago.

“I’m sorry.” Steven whispered to his brother with a voice restricted by fear and emotion, “Please… Forgive me.”

Ritchie looked at Steven and then placed the last tape of his diaper. As he thought about it, Karen took Steven and led him back to the crib. She put the side up and Steven eagerly crawled to the bars to look at his brother who seemed to wrestling with a decision.

“Ritchie?” Karen asked. She walked over and put her arm around her older son, “Whatever you choose, I will support you. If I’m totally honest all this stuff has reminded me how much I miss having you guys in diapers.”

Ritchie chuckled slightly. He looked up to see his padded and fearful brother and then looked back at the floor. He bit his lip as he continued thinking. Ritchie still had Steven’s last diaper in his hand. It was all balled up but Ritchie could see some of the discolouration, he could feel the extra weight that had been added by his petulant brother deliberately pooping himself.

There was a minute of near silence and it was getting unbearable for Steven as he waited for a verdict like an accused man at court.

“Steven tried to hurt me permanently…” Ritchie started.

“NO!” Steven shouted. It was never meant to be permanent. He would have helped him recover… Eventually.

“Quiet.” Ritchie responded forcefully as he looked up and locked eyes with Steven.

“If Mom had never found those files on your computer you would have left me regressed, a shell of my former self.” Ritchie continued.

Steven shook his head furiously but otherwise remained impotently quiet.

“Watching you intentionally mess yourself just before I had to change you made me realise how petty and childish you are. I don’t think you have learned your lesson at all.” Ritchie accused.

Steven felt a tear run down his cheek as he shook his head slowly. This couldn’t be happening, if he knew his Mom would give Ritchie this choice tonight he would never have messed himself like he did. He would never have done half of the things he had done.

“So…” Ritchie continued, “I think Steven’s punishment should continue. I think he should be left like this for quite a while yet.”

“Are you sure?” Karen asked as Steven started sobbing gently.

“Yes.” Ritchie said shortly, “He wanted to take my future away. So I think he should be left until I get my future back, until I finish college.”

Steven’s mouth dropped open. That would be three years at the very least! Surely they weren’t going to leave him like this for that long. That would be unthinkable torture. Steven looked to his Mom, his last line of defence.

“Ok, Sweetie.” Karen said, “Steven will be the baby until you decide to let him grow up.”

Karen and Ritchie hugged as Steven burst into fresh tears. He felt the front of his diaper warming as his bladder emptied without him having any say in it. After a few seconds, Karen and Ritchie started walking out the room.

“Wait!” Steven yelled desperately as they were going to close the door.

Karen and Ritchie stopped and turned to face the young man in the crib.

“You can’t do this!” Steven begged desperately through his tears, “You can’t leave me like this for that long.”

“We can.” Karen corrected him, “And we will. Don’t forget, I still have the evidence of what you did to your brother.”

Karen and Ritchie turned to leave again. They were nearly through the door which was closing on Steven’s hopes and dreams.

“Wait!” Steven yelled again. He was desperate, he knew he wouldn’t change their minds but he felt like he would go mad if left like this. He had one last idea. If he was going to be stuck like this or a long time, maybe there was one way he could soften the blow.

“What?” Karen said impatiently.

“Use the messaging…” Steven said quietly. His head dropped and the tears ran down his cheeks.

“Excuse me?” Karen asked unsure of if she heard her son correctly.

“The mobile… With the programming on it… Use it on me.” It pained Steven to ask for his own re-programming but surely it would be better to just let himself regress rather than fighting this impossible battle for years to come.

“I couldn’t do that.” Karen replied with a look of concern.

“If you are going to keep me like this… Please, just do me this one thing.” Steven asked again, “You saw Ritchie when he was little. Yeah, it wasn’t perfect but he was OK with it. I would rather be like that than tortured every day.”

Karen stared at her son for a few seconds and then slowly nodded her head. She sent Ritchie to get the mobile which he did. She attached it above the mobile slowly and looked at Steven.

“It isn’t forever.” Karen said sternly, “You will be punished until Ritchie sees fit to let it end.”

Steven nodded with apprehension as he eyed the mobile with worry. Slowly Steven laid down on top of his cover, his crinkling underwear rustling in the otherwise silent room. He still felt tears falling from his face but the sobs were silent. He closed his eyes and prepared for what was to come, he knew it would take a little while to kick in and who knows what effects would last from long term exposure. He was soon to find out.

Karen leaned over the railings and, with one last look at Steven, she switched on the mobile and left the room. Closing the door behind her she sighed deeply and looked at Ritchie who was standing on the landing waiting for her.

“He will be punished for as long as you wish.” Karen told Ritchie, “Just like I promised.”

Ritchie nodded and hugged his Mom. After he let her go he walked to his bedroom, the room that had once been Steven’s and quietly closed the door.

Sitting on his bed, Ritchie didn’t move for a little while. He waited until he heard his Mom pottering away in the kitchen downstairs. He knew he was alone, Steven couldn’t leave the crib even if he wanted to and Ritchie would hear his Mom coming from a mile away.

Ritchie took a deep breath and reached down between his legs. With sweaty palms he reached around until his hand found a soft plastic. He grabbed it hungrily and pulled it out, looking around slowly to make sure he was alone.

Ritchie pulled the plastic underwear out and held it up to his body. One of the diapers that he had been forced into, one of the diapers Steven was currently wearing in the crib as he was brainwashed. He looked at it in wonder, such a simple thing had developed such an attraction.

The diaper was smooth, white and full of little pictures of little toys and balloons and with the classic wetness indicator strip running from front to back. Ritchie hugged the diaper to his chest and breathed in its slightly babyish scent. He closed his eyes and smiled as he laid himself down on the bed. He definitely felt completely adult again but something drew him to these diapers.

Ritchie knew that despite being fully able to control his bladder properly, the diapers he had grown to love would still play a large role in his life.

Epilogue

The church was hot and stuffy. Ritchie fiddled with his suit as he watched dozens of people file in around him. He could barely believe this was happening, it was amazing how life can change so much in such a short period of time.

It was three years since Ritchie had experienced that crazy period in his life which almost felt like a dream now. In the last three years Ritchie had gone away to college and earned himself a degree in “Sports and Business Management” and then returned home. Linda had attended the same college and her degree in nursing meant she was already highly sought after even though she had very limited experience. It had been a local university so Ritchie had stayed at home, something he had been thankful for because it meant he had a constant supply of diapers. Every now and then he would take a few and no one was any the wiser.

Despite the passage of time, Ritchie’s insatiable love affair for the disposable underwear remained as strong as it ever was. There was a great deal of guilt and shame though. He felt completely unable to tell anyone about this side of him, even his family and Linda were in the dark. How could he tell them, after everything that had happened it would just be too weird.

He had spent a majority of his free time in the last three years with Steven. He watched as his brother slowly relinquished control and slipped back into an infantile state. Ritchie was fascinated to see how Steven went from resistant adult to hopeless infant. He had even begun to enjoy looking after him, the nights where Mom went out and Linda came over to help Ritchie babysit were the best.

“Knock, knock…” Linda said as she walked into the room with a big smile on her face.

“Whoa! It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!” Ritchie replied with a grin. He knew that neither of them believed in that luck nonsense.

Linda walked over to Ritchie and laid a big kiss on him. Holding him tightly she sighed as she felt his strong arms envelop her. They stayed very still for a few seconds, both of them dressed in their wedding clothes, and both feeling each other’s rapid heartbeats.

“I saw your family out there in the front row.” Linda whispered as they hugged, “Steven looks so sweet all dressed up!”

“Yeah…” Ritchie replied rather airily.

“What’s wrong?” Linda asked as she pulled away slightly.

“I just feel bad; you know?” Ritchie said as he turned to mirror he was looking at before Linda came in, “I left him to that treatment for three years. Every other week Mom would ask if I wanted to end it and I just kept saying no.”

“He would have done the same.” Linda replied softly, “You know that.”

Ritchie didn’t reply. He had let the punishment go on far too long and by the time he had agreed it was time to stop it had been a very long time since Steven had fully regressed. It had been six months since they ended the messaging and it had taken a lot longer for Steven to recover. He had been little more than an infant for so long that as they started trying to raise him again they had to teach him so much more than Ritchie had to learn.

Ritchie remembered the growing process for himself and how frustrating it could be to have to wait for the recovery to progress. He couldn’t imagine how it felt for Steven but was relieved when after a long period without any change, Steven finally began to show signs of adulthood again. He had helped his Mom as much as possible in the growing process for Steven but it was a lot harder than it had been for Ritchie.

“I’ll see you at the altar.” Linda said as she gave Ritchie one last squeeze before leaving the room, “I love you!”

Ritchie took a deep breath and continued to look in the mirror. Fixing his tie and making sure his shirt was tucked in, he sat down and listened to the chatter from the assembled crowd. He felt some nerves about the ceremony but he was certain that this was what he wanted to do. Ever since Linda had stayed with him through his tough times, when it wasn’t certain he would recover, he knew that he wanted to marry that woman. As soon as college was done with he had proposed and got Linda to the altar as fast as he could.

There was another knock on the door. Ritchie turned away from the mirror again as he shouted that whoever it was could come in.

“Hewwo.” Steven cursed himself and cleared his throat, “Hello.”

“Hi…” Ritchie replied with uncertainty.

Steven was dressed up in a suit like everyone else. The only difference, and it was a fairly obvious one to Ritchie, was the bulges around his waist showing the thick diaper that he was wearing. Ritchie could see the small chain around Steven’s neck as well, he knew it was attached to a pacifier hidden under the shirt.

The atmosphere was frosty. This had been Mom’s idea. Ritchie had planned to use one of his long term friends as best man but Karen had said it would be great if Steven was the best man. Ritchie was unsure but Karen had insisted, she wanted to mend the broken bridge between the brothers. She wanted them all to be a family again, there were definitely still tensions there but Ritchie had to admit that he and Steven had grown a little closer once they had started talking properly again.

“How are you?” Ritchie asked his younger brother as he picked up the flower that he planned to wear in his suit jacket pocket.

“I’m fine.” Steven said shortly, “All ready?”

Steven was doing his best to forgive and forget. He had recovered extensively from his three years of baby treatment, he had learnt to talk and walk again and had very slowly gained back most of his motor functions. The one thing he continued to have trouble with was his potty training. Despite it being half a year since the messaging ended, he still required diapers full time.

“Yeah, I think so.” Ritchie said as he took a deep breath. It was only a few minutes to the start of the ceremony now.

The two men fell silent as they adjusted their clothes in preparation of heading down the aisle. Steven heard himself crinkling in the silent room and he blushed a little bit, despite not being able to stop himself using his diaper, he had regained the feelings of shame of needing them.

“Are you, erm, going to be OK for the ceremony?” Ritchie asked as he watched Steven in the mirror’s reflection.

“I don’t know…” Steven reluctantly admitted.

Ritchie nodded slightly and turned around. He walked over to his little brother and stuck his hand down the waistband of Steven’s pants. He was damp but not completely soaked. Steven turned his head away as his face went deep red.

“You’ll be fine.” Ritchie confirmed, “Will just need a change before the party.”

Steven nodded silently. There was something that had been burning a hole in him for a long time, something Steven had promised he would say to his brother before the ceremony but had left to the last minute.

“Ritchie…” Steven said slowly as he searched for the correct words, “I just wan-”

“Ready when you are!” The door to the room suddenly opened and an elderly man who worked at the church stuck his head to let the boys know it was time, “Oh my… Sorry to interrupt!”

Steven and Ritchie looked at each other confused as to why the old man had suddenly got a very shocked look on his face and walked out of the room before either boy could say anything.

It then dawned on both boys exactly what had caused such a reaction. Steven and Ritchie looked downwards and realised that Ritchie’s hand was still down Steven’s pants and exposing the top of his diaper!

Ritchie pulled his hand rapidly away from Steven’s crotch and covered his mouth in shock. He had not meant to expose his younger brother’s secret, nor did he want to be caught in such a compromising position.

“Oh God, Steven, I’m sorry!” Ritchie gasped.

Steven felt the shock wearing off slightly and slowly his face turned into a smile. He started giggling and before he knew it he was laughing loudly, the image of the elderly man’s shocked face causing him to double over with laughter.

Ritchie started laughing as well and soon both of them were wiping tears of laughter from their eyes and the tension that had been choking the room evaporated completely.

Eventually both of the brothers composed themselves and Ritchie was just about to walk through the door into the main hall to start the ceremony when Steven grabbed his arm and stopped.

“Ritchie.” Steven started again. This time he was more certain of what he wanted to say and he looked up to his slightly taller brother.

“Yes?” Ritchie asked as he wiped his eyes with a tissue.

“It’s long overdue.” Steven said, “But I want to apologise to you so much for what I did it. It was terrible and I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t expect you to forgive and forget but I just want to apologise, truly, from the bottom of my heart.”

Ritchie was rather taken aback. It was very sudden and almost seemed to come out of left field. What made the apology even stranger to Ritchie was that he felt he should be the one apologising to Steven. It was still uncertain if Steven would ever get out of diapers again.

“No, Steven.” Ritchie replied, his face suddenly looking a lot more serious, “I want to apologise to you. What you did sucked but I went way overboard in response, I left you getting messaged for far too long and… Well, any lasting effects you may have are my fault. I’m so sorry for being so vindictive.”

Both boys felt very emotional at that moment, they had never been so close. It was like a huge weight had lifted. Steven nodded and then found himself lunging forward and wrapping his brother into a huge hug. They stayed together for another minute or so as they hugged and composed themselves. Both of them wiped their eyes as they pulled apart.

“I’m not supposed to cry until I see Linda in front of everyone.” Ritchie said with a chuckle.

Steven giggled slightly. As he did so he felt the front of his diaper warm slightly but he barely paid attention to it, it was hardy an uncommon occurrence these days.

“Let’s go.” Ritchie said.

Steven nodded and let his big brother put his arm around his shoulders. They walked into the main room together and saw dozens of smiling faces turn around to watch the groom-to-be and his best man take up their positions.

It had been a very strange period for both of them. They had both been through things they thought impossible, they were both still reeling from the effects and they had been hard on each other. But now, as Ritchie prepared to join himself to Linda, the two brothers were closer than they had ever been. A chapter of their lives was ending and a whole new chapter was about to begin.

This story is written by Elfy

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Chapter 6

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Subliminal Baby Part 7

This story is written by Elfy

“You really think it is a good idea?” Karen asked Steven a couple of days later.

Ritchie had been sent to bed at 9pm that evening, a new bedtime that his mother and brother had set him as part of the new regime.

“You heard the psychiatrist.” Steven responded as he scrolled through the online shop looking at all the oversized toddler equipment, “We have to start treating him like a baby if we want him to recover. Besides, some of this stuff is cute!”

Steven was secretly thrilled. Ritchie had tried fighting it but slowly he was being forced into his new place. There had been tantrums, shouting and a lot of tears as his adult rights were slowly stripped away from him. Steven had watched Ritchie complain at every single adult privilege that he lost but no amount of tears or begging had spared Ritchie from the new regime.

“I know but…” Karen put her face in her hands, “It’s just difficult.”

“I know it is mom, but this is for his own good. He will recover with our help.” Steven swivelled around in the computer chair to his mother who was standing behind him. He stood up and gave her a quick hug before sitting back down and facing the computer again.

Steven felt his mom give him a little squeeze on the shoulder as he hovered the mouse over the buy button. He clicked and secured Ritchie’s future. On the outside he appeared solemn, on the inside he was beaming. Nobody knew what he was doing and this whole experiment had gone a lot longer and a lot better than he could ever have expected. The power was intoxicating.

A few days later Steven heard the doorbell go and headed out to the landing. His mom opened the door and it quickly became clear that it was the delivery that he was waiting for. He rushed downstairs so that he could help out, he was eager to see the new equipment.

“Oh Steven, thank you for coming to help.” Karen said to her youngest son as he bounded down the stairs, “But could you maybe check on your brother first? He is overdue for a change, just make sure he is OK and then come back to help carry all this stuff upstairs.”

“Sure.” Steven replied with a smile, “Happy to help.”

Steven walked back up the stairs. His smile faltered slightly as he ascended the stairs back up towards Ritchie’s bedroom. This was easily Steven’s least favourite part of the new dynamic. He loved seeing his brother helpless and padded but he hated having to be the one that dealt with diaper changes.

Steven walked through the open door to Ritchie’s bedroom, Ritchie was no longer allowed privacy as part of his new status. He strolled through the open door to find Ritchie sitting at his computer. Ritchie seemed totally engrossed in his game and didn’t notice when Steven walked in and stood behind him.

It was plainly obvious the hypnotic message was having a strong effect. Steven made sure to only look at the screen briefly but he could see that Ritchie had got significantly worse at the game that he had once been very good at. His coordination seemed to be severely lacking and it looked like he kept forgetting which button to press at the right time.

Just as Ritchie died in his game, Steven reached around Ritchie’s chair and pushed his hand against his brother’s diaper.

“HEY!” Ritchie loudly complained. His lip stuck out like a toddler, “What are you doing!?”

“I’m checking if you need your diaper changed.” Steven said neutrally as he prodded and poked the clearly wet padding.

Ritchie tried to ignore his brother’s checking but he couldn’t help being distracted when he was being poked such as he was. As he died yet again in his game he banged his keyboard in frustration. He tried to stop it but his eyes got very watery, he just didn’t know how to deal with this frustration anymore.

“OK, you need a change. Come on, I will do it before the new furniture is brought up.” Stephen said as he took hold of his brother’s hand.

“New furniture? A change? No… Can’t mom do it?” Ritchie whined. Even as he complained he allowed his brother to direct him over to the bed.

“Yes, me and mom have bought some new things for your bedroom and no, mom can’t change you. She is sorting out the new stuff.”

“You aren’t changing me! I’m not a baby! I want mommy!” Ritchie yelled as he stamped his feet. The tantrum that was never far away erupted as he stood his ground. He looked just like a baby in just a t-shirt and diaper the attire matching an attitude reminded Steven of a grouchy baby.

“Ritchie.” Steven said warningly, “Mom told me to check and change you so get on the bed.”

“No!” Ritchie yelled. He stuck out his tongue and smiled.

Steven, feeling his own temper flare grabbed Ritchie’s arm again and pulled him forward. He sat down on the bed and pulled his sibling over his knee. With a feeling of great satisfaction, he started pulling his arm back and whipping it forward again as he spanked his brother repeatedly and as hard as he could manage.

It wasn’t long until Ritchie was wailing and kicking his feet as he struggled against Steven’s grip. Every spank seemed to sting worse than the previous one and soon Ritchie was begging for mercy, it was like his butt was on fire.

Eventually Steven relented from the assault. For a few moments Ritchie just stayed where he was as he continued to cry loudly before slowly pulling himself off of his younger brother’s lap and standing in front of him.

Steven looked at his older sibling and panted slightly from the effort of the spanking. He could see Ritchie was very red in the face and had tears tracks down his cheeks as he continued to snivel. Both his hands went behind him to rub his bruised behind.

“Now Ritchie, I’m only doing this for your own good, OK?” Steven said to his brother as Ritchie bowed his head, “You need to get used to how things are.”

Ritchie felt furious at how he was being treated but also felt powerless to stop it. He knew that mommy would always side with Steven now. Just as Ritchie resigned himself to being changed again he suddenly had a wicked idea. He let out a little giggle and without a second thought started to squat slightly. If Steven was going to change him, the least Ritchie could do to get his own back was make it as unpleasant as possible!

“Now Ritchie, get on the bed and… What are you doing?” Steven asked before his eyes flew wide, “RITCHIE, NO!”

It was too late. Ritchie had squatted down low and scrunched up his face, Steven watched Ritchie’s face get redder as he did the most infantile thing he could do. Steven could do nothing but watch as his older brother started messing his diaper.

Ritchie pushed with all of his tummy muscles as he tried to empty himself into his tightly taped diaper. After a muffled fart that caused Steven to put his head in his hands, Ritchie felt a semi-solid mass almost explode into the back of his diaper. Ritchie closed his eyes and held his breath as he pushed again. He felt even more poop escape his body into the sticky and warm confines of his diaper. Despite himself, he giggled and even felt himself getting a little excited within his diaper. Ritchie grunted slightly as he made sure he had completely emptied his bowels on himself.

Finally, Ritchie finished his intentional accident and stood back up again with a huge grin. Steven looked at him with a mixture of anger and disbelief that Ritchie would do that to himself just to get back at someone.

Ritchie voluntarily walked to the bed, with a noticeable waddle, and laid himself down. He made sure to rub his bottom on the bed a bit and spread the mess, he giggled as he did so, making sure that the diaper was in as bad a state as possible for his brother. He found Steven’s shocked face hilarious.

“Change my diapee!” Ritchie said in between giggles.

Steven stood up wordlessly and stood in front of his stinky brother. The smell was starting to spread and it was far from nice. Steven pulled the tapes off the front of the diaper and with hesitation he lowered the front gagging at the sight and smell from within. Steven’s reaction just caused Ritchie to giggle even more.

Steven turned and pulled something out of the drawer, something he had put in the drawer the previous day, a large pacifier with the words “Baby Boy” written on it. Steven was scowling as he reached forward and pushed it into Ritchie’s giggling mouth silencing him.

Ritchie was shocked to start with and wasn’t sure what to do but after giving the latex teat a cautious suck he quickly found it to be quite soothing and he soon fell into a rhythm, sighing softly in relaxation as his younger brother continued to clean his very messy diaper area.

It took ten long minutes for Steven to finish the task but finally, having wiped his brother clean he was able to tape him into a new diaper. Steven had to be very careful again as his brother’s excited tool kept getting in the way. By the time Steven had finished Ritchie was happily sucking on the pacifier as if he had been doing it his whole life.

“Phew! What stinks?” Karen came through the bedroom door with a big box. She carried it into the middle of the room and put it down as Steven was just finishing with the tapes.

“That would be Ritchie.” Steven said grimly. He pointed to the used diaper on the floor.

“Well, I guess it is something we will both have to get used to.” Karen said with a rather sad sigh as she looked at her older son who was happily sucking his new dummy and crinkling around in his diaper.

Cutting the box open revealed a large set of bars. Steven headed over to help and together with his mom he lifted the bars into position. Karen took the screwdriver and started putting the bars up on the sides of Ritchie’s bed. It took a surprisingly short time for the bars to be put up completely and Ritchie watched with a strange detachment as his family caged him in.

Ritchie flinched slightly when Karen reached her hand in and pressed against the bottom of his diaper. She sighed slightly as she felt a slight dampness. Ritchie couldn’t remember having another accident and he knew that he should be concerned about it but at the moment all he could focus on was the soothing suckling.

Over the next few hours Karen and Steven carried more and more equipment and toys up the stairs and set about putting it all together. Ritchie watched from his bed, after all the excitement of the earlier change he had started to feel more and more dread about what was happening. He watched as a new changing table was set up, it was full of supplies and made it look like they were prepared to make this his home for the long haul. He watched as toys and stuffed animals were sprinkled all over the room, video game consoles and shelves full of books were removed to make way for new toys and childish books.

“Where are we going to set up the rocking horse?” Steven asked panting slightly as he had just lifted the box all the way up the stairs.

Karen looked around the increasingly cramped nursery that they were building. She had just been attaching a music playing mobile over the bed.

“How about we take the computer out and put it over there.” Karen suggested, “It isn’t like Ritchie will need it in his new state.”

“The computer!?” Both boys said simultaneously. Ritchie saw it as the last vestige of his adulthood and for it to be stripped away really confirmed that he was now no more than an infant. His favourite past time, without it he had no idea how he would fill his time. Steven, on the other hand, knew that without the computer the message would no longer get reinforced. He wanted Ritchie to suffer his baby fate for at least a few months.

“Yes… The computer.” Karen said to both of them with a small laugh, “I won’t want baby Ritchie using it until he’s ready to grow up again and you already have your own. Hmm, maybe I could use it.”

“NO!” Steven yelled, “I mean… Sure, but you should let me clean it up first so that it runs properly.”

“Oh, what would I do without you!” Karen leant forward and gave Steven a hug before wheeling the computer out of the room leaving Steven and Ritchie alone.

Steven looked around at the room. Everything about it now screamed that it was a toddler’s room. Even though he had done so much and disrupted Ritchie to an incredible extent he still felt defeated. Despite everything he had done, without the computer reinforcing the message he was pretty sure that the message would fade and it would not be long before Ritchie started fighting the effects off.

Ritchie looked sadly around the room through the bars of his bed. Gone were his trophies, his electronics, his books, his computer… Everything had been taken away leaving him with nothing but toddler toys. He was still reeling from the fact that he was truly going to be nothing more like a toddler until he recovered, if he recovered. Ritchie shuddered at the prospect but found his pacifier soothed him as he sat back down. He felt a warmth spread throughout his crotch and barely gave it a second thought.

Steven looked at the crib and shook his head before leaving the room. He had come so close to turning his older brother into a helpless, babbling infant for a long time. He had been thwarted at the last moment by something he didn’t think about.

Sitting back at his computer he put his head in his hands, it had been hours since Stephen left Ritchie’s room and he was still trying to think of some way of keeping the regression going. If only there was a way he could still get the message into Ritchie’s mind without the computer. Suddenly he sprung to his feet, a lightning bolt of an idea had hit his brain.

Stephen crept down to his brother’s bedroom and poked his head inside. Ritchie had fallen asleep on top of his covers, his very visibly wet diaper was prominently on display. What interested Stephen more though was the mobile above the makeshift crib.

Creeping over to the bed Stephen turned off the mobile that had been softly playing music and gently detached it. He did his best to not wake the baby as he took down the mobile and carried it back to his bedroom.

Setting it down on his desk he began typing away on his computer as he ran his program and started tinkering with things. He cracked open several cans of cola over the next few hours as he clicked away and modified file after file in his attempt to change the subliminal messaging.

“Aha!” He yelled hours later before remembering it was the middle of the night and turning his volume down.

Steven attached a cable from his PC to the mobile and began programming his new message. He was confident this was the last time he would need to do this until he was ready to allow Ritchie to grow up again.

As the file began to transfer he leant back in his chair and smiled. He watched the progress bar slowly fill up as his tired and heavy eyes let him know how late it was. According to the clock it had gone well past midnight by the time Steven had finished tinkering.

This story is written by Elfy

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Chapter 6

Chapter 8

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Checks your diaper

checks your diaper
I’m a big girl. I don’t need my diaper checked. Okay, I might be messy and in need of changies, but when do you really need changies? Need is such a strong word.

Art © takottah

Coren and above text by Coren

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30286760/

Yes you maybe think that you are a big girl but your messy diaper sure have another story to tell. And you sure needs to have that diaper changed so you dont end up whit a bad and nasty rash. I sure think that is not something that you wont to end up whit.

So i think you well need to accept that a diaper change is something that you need now.

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Captured

CapturedOhhh I shoulnd’t push this button x3 Now Shensho and I be in padded troubles.
I hope I can reach this button again for stop.

Order and text by Mystery-Flecky

Draw by shensho

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/28620376/

Aww it sure seems like this two have ended up in one blushing situation here :(

It seems like the machine have decided that he should not be able to reach that off button :(

How is this going to end?

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What a stinker!

What a stinker!

Characters belongs to luring and SweetManda

Draw by Tropicana

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/28132578/

Aww poor boy looks like he did dent like the comment about his current messy diaper state.

But is he going to get a diaper change or force to wear the thick messy diaper now? But it sure looks like he needs a new clean diaper but maybe let him calm down a little before doing it. He sure look angry right now. Maybe they had some sort of bet that he recently lost when he end up using his diaper?

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The baby business Part 18

Copyright (c) 1995 by Babydoc.

On Sunday Doug reluctantly and self-consciously waddled into the grocery story, scene of last week’s humiliation, spare diaper in hand. The diaper he wore was necessarily pulled up outside his shirt for the world to see. He wished desperately that he didn’t have to do this, but he knew he did. He tried to stare straight ahead and to ignore the stares of shoppers, and fervantly hoped that no one he knew saw him like this. He walked over to the manager’s office and knocked on the door.

“Well, look who’s back,” the manager observed when she saw Doug. “And you remembered how I want you to dress as well; that’s a good start. What’s your name, young man?”

“Doug,” he replied, not wanting to get any more detailed than that. Luckily, it seemed as though that’s all she wanted.

“Well, I’m Mrs. Johnson, Doug,” she said. “As you recall, I told you I’d have one of my employees look after you while you’re here. Let’s see who’s available.” She yelled over to the pretty young cashier who had laughed at Doug the previous week. “Emily, have you had your break?”

The young girl nodded. “Just came off it. Sandy has my register.” Emily walked over, obviously staring at Doug’s visible diaper as she approached.

“Good,” Mrs. Johnson said. “This is Doug. Perhaps you remember him from last Sunday: he wet his pants in Aisle 3.”

“Of course I remember,” she said, giggling. Doug blushed. It had to be this girl.

“Well, this week he’d more suitably dressed, as you can see. But I’d still like for you to babysit him while he shops. Follow him and supervise his behavior. If there is any misbehavior at all, you are to tell me immediately, and you or I will take care of it.”

“What do you mean?” Emily asked, looking at Doug with amusement.

“I mean that if he needs it, one of us will give him a spanking back in the stockroom. He got one last week, and it seemed to work well.” Doug’s head pounded with embarrassment. Doug saw that Emily was having trouble controlling her laughter; Mrs. Johnson, however, ignored her. “Now, Doug, can you tell when you’ve wet or messed in your diaper?” she asked.

Doug frowned. Of course he could, but why did she have to bring that up now, other than to embarrass him? But he had to answer. “Uh, yes, ma’am,” he answered with a very shy glance toward Emily.

“Good. I expect you to tell Emily if it happens so she can change you. Emily, you can use the stockroom for that as well; just ask me for the key. And check his diaper several times each visit while he shops, just to make sure: we don’t want a scene like last week because of overflow. If he’s wet or dirty and didn’t tell you first, bring him back here. He’ll need a spanking for that, too, if we think it was intentional.” She turned away from them. “That’s all. You two come back here when you’re done shopping. Be good,” she added, presumably for Doug’s benefit.

They turned away and headed toward the rows of empty carts. “Did you really get a spanking last week?” Emily asked him immediately.

Doug hung his head. “Yes,” he said quietly, hoping she would drop the subject. He picked a cart and they headed for the produce section.

“How come?”

Doug stopped and looked at her. She was half smiling, obviously amused at the idea of his being spanked like a bad little boy. Her blue eyes sparkled, and Doug found himself staring into them for a moment, briefly bewitched by her young beauty. Then he shook himself. She was maybe seventeen or eighteen at the most. And besides that, she knew he was wearing a diaper. Even if she were of a proper age, he wouldn’t have stood a chance with that humiliation. “I’d rather not talk about it,” he said, finally, and turned to look through a bin of apples.

But she was insistent. “No, really. Why?” When Doug didn’t speak, she said, “You wouldn’t want me to give my manager a bad report, would you?”

Doug turned back to her, fear suddenly in his eyes. “You wouldn’t do that, would you?”

“Maybe, maybe not,” she said coyly, her eyes twinkling. “I’m the babysitter. You’d better behave.”

Just what he needed, Doug thought. A teenager on a power trip.

“Look,” he said. “It’s really embarrassing.” Perhaps he could play on her sympathy…

And there was silence for a moment. So she does have a heart, Doug thought. Thank goodness. But then,

“Was it because you wet your pants?” She asked it simply, apparently not to tease him, and without malice. She just didn’t seem to recognize his discomfort. She only seemed very curious and slightly amused. The question was, *why* was she so curious? She ought to be grossed out. Could she actually be turned on by this? He’d always dreamed of meeting a female who could share and participate in his diaper-wearing.

“`Cause my little brother, Joey, got spanked every time he wet his pants,” she went on.

“Oh, really?” Doug replied with irritation, insulted that he should be thought of in the same vein as her stupid little pants-wetting brother. Well, now he knew how she thought of him. He should have known; that would teach him to get his hopes up. He moved on, collecting his groceries.

“Yeah, he’s twelve now, and it doesn’t happen anymore. But he used to do it a lot, and Mom would spank him for it. But he couldn’t help it, I guess.” She followed him in silence for a couple of steps.

“So do you still wet *your* pants a lot?” she asked.

“No,” Doug answered with more annoyance. As pretty as she was, she was unfortunately turning out to be a pest. If she wasn’t interested in him, then she was just being cruel, he decided. He wished he didn’t have to tolerate this. Of course, he wished he didn’t have to tolerate a lot of things these days.

“But you did last week, and that’s why your mom spanked you, right?”

Once more Doug stopped to glare at her. “Look, she’s not my mom, okay? Please just drop it.”

“She’s not?” Emily asked, wrinkling her brow. “Who is she then?”

Oh, boy, he thought: that’s the limit. We can’t get into *this.* He shook his head. “It’s really complicated.”

They were now passing the back corner of the store and the hallway with the bathroom where Doug had been soundly spanked the week before. This distracted Emily from her interrogation, and she remembered one of her duties.

“We should check your diaper!” she chirped happily, tugging at Doug’s sleeve. Reluctantly he left his half-full cart and followed her into the hallway, where they couldn’t be seen by other shoppers.

“Okay, pull down your pants,” Emily said, obviously trying to sound mature. However, her enthusiasm and amusement shone through her facade of professionalism.

“Look, you really don’t need to do this. I know for a fact that it’s dry,” Doug offered hopefully.

She put her hands on her hips indignantly. “I’m the babysitter, not you. You’re just the baby. And *I* want you to pull down your pants so I can see your diaper.” Doug still hesitated. She was so young to be ordering him around. “Do it *now,*” she said sharply.

Doug knew that in this situation, as in many others, he didn’t have much choice. He didn’t know whether or not she’d really make good on the threat to spank him, but he didn’t want to find out. So he unbuckled and unzipped his jeans and self-consciously lowered them to the floor.

“Awwwww…that’s a good boy,” Emily said, in a babyish tone. She laughed at her own efforts at humor.

Doug blushed again, not finding it quite as funny as she apparently did. Emily leaned over and inspected the little indicator stripe, which indeed verified Doug’s assertion of dryness. Despite his embarrassment, Doug felt an erection start to build inside his diaper. For the first time Doug was thankful for the extreme thickness of his diaper, which probably prevented her from noticing. Suddenly she surprised him by reaching out and grabbing the rear of his diaper, squeezing and massaging it gently. She then did the same to the front. Doug was so shocked he didn’t know what to do. What if she felt his erection?

“Just making sure,” she explained to him as she straightened up again. But she said it with a smile that told Doug for the first time that maybe she *was* actually interested as much in what was inside his diaper as in its state of wetness. So what was she “making sure” of? Whether he was wet, or whether he was hard? he wondered.

Or had he just imagined that little supposed flirtation? To Doug’s frustration, Emily now seemed to be subtler about the whole thing than he would have imagined possible for someone of her age. She carried on as if she was really just doing her job, never giving away any more clues as to her feelings or intentions. “Okay, that’s good. You can pull ’em up. We’ll check again later.” She’s apparently a very professional tease, he thought, reassessing his baby-sitter. If she really liked him and had just made a little move on him, she wasn’t letting on to it now.

But why would she tease him? he argued to himself as they returned to shopping. Could she possibly know about his ICP’s prohibition of sex, and was she therefore being purposefully cruel? No, he thought, that’s impossible. His heart quickened. I think she really likes me, he thought excitedly. And she’s actually turned on by my diapers! Oh my God, he thought, unable to comprehend the ramifications of actually having found someone who was turned on by infantilism in general, and *his* infantilism in specific. He’d dreamed his whole life…

His musing was cut short as Emily was back on the attack.

“So if you *don’t* wet a lot, then why do you have to wear diapers?”

Doug didn’t answer. He couldn’t think of anything other than the truth that would be believable. Emily didn’t seem to mind his silence. She kept on jabbering.

“My brother never had to wear diapers for wetting his pants. Well, I mean after he was about four. He kept right on wetting his pants and his bed, and Mom started spanking him for it. She said he was old enough to know better. And Joey would cry, but then he’d keep on wetting. Maybe he *should* have been put back in diapers, like you…” she trailed off, apparently lost in thought. And then:

“Did it hurt?”

Doug was lost. He had been picking out some laundry detergent. “Did *what* hurt?”

“Your spanking. Did it hurt?”

“Yes,” Doug admitted quietly. His inhibitions had dropped slightly since he’d determined that she really did like him. In a relationship as potentially important as this one might be, he could maybe afford to open up a little.

“I bet it did,” Emily said enthusiastically. “Did you cry?”

Whoops. Too far, a little voice in Doug’s head told him. He thought he could possibly talk about some of this, was dying to get some of it off his chest, and was thrilled someone like Emily existed. But he was deeply embarrassed about some aspects of it, and this was one of them. “Emily, I’m kind of upset about the whole thing, okay? Can we please not talk about this stuff anymore?”

Emily was silent as they made their way toward the dairy products. Then she couldn’t resist asking just one more question. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

Doug stopped and stared at her. So much for subtlety, maturity, and professionalism. “No,” he said simply.

“Oh,” she replied, and didn’t say anything else, until Doug was just about ready to check out. “Time for another check.”

They walked back to the rear hallway, Doug’s anxiety and erection simultaneously rising. What would happen this time? Would it…COULD it…lead to anything? He found himself both hoping that something sexual would happen and scared that it might. He’d always dreamed of involving his diapers in a sexual relationship, and this girl was so beautiful! It was better than he could have hoped for! But then, Emily was so young. Perhaps she was even a minor, which both scared him and turned him off. That was a road he didn’t want to walk down. And then there was the omniscient, omnipotent Mrs. Warren, who had expressly prohibited any sexual activity. But Emily was the boss here! If anything happened, it wasn’t his fault, right?

He was torn and confused as she again asked him to pull down his pants. Now he was also scared of being discovered: his erection felt huge. He wondered if even his think diaper could insulate it from her touch. Maybe she wouldn’t notice.

Doug held his breath tensely as Emily, smiling, reached out and caressed his diaper, first in the back, and then, more extensively, in the front. She got a funny look on her face, as if she was considering something. Doug thought he heard her laugh quietly.

He was about to say something, anything, to ease the tension, when she abruptly stopped, stood, and pronounced him dry. Doug let out his breath. Emily had him pull up his pants, and they went back up front, where Doug paid for his groceries. Then they stopped by Mrs. Johnson’s office.

“And were you a good boy today, Doug?” she asked him, though she clearly meant the question for Emily. Doug was pointedly ignored, and he felt like he was three years old, which he noted was becoming a common occurence.

Emily nodded. “Yes, ma’am. He did as he was told. I checked him twice, and he was dry and clean both times.”

“Good for him. Okay, Doug, we’ll see you back next week. Same deal. Thanks, Emily, you can get back to your register,” she added before turning away.

“No problem. No problem at all. G’bye, Doug,” Emily said. She flashed him a meaningful smile. “I’ll see you next week.” At this, she laughed hysterically and walked away.

“G’bye, Emily,” Doug said to her back, and sighed as she walked away. She definitely turned him on, even if she was terminally nosy. The boys at her school must drool over her, he thought. He took his groceries to his car, and spent the rest of the day trying to decide how her obvious fondling of him had been meant. Her parting comment, too, was an obvious reference to the activities she seemed to be planning for next week. He was already worried about it. He had a lot to think about this week. Who knew what his next shopping trip would bring?

Copyright (c) 1995 by Babydoc.

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