Potty training

Potty training

potty trainingJust trying to get a gold star.

The tiger and above text belongs to Se7enTiger

Draw by emeritus_terciel

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Looks like someone finely have decided that its maybe its time for some potty training :)

Like we say it is newer to late to start to learn something :) But maybe he should skip this and continue using his diaper instead :)

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What is a potty for?

What is a potty for?Order by TikaGauntley

Draw by YuniWusky

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At lest she knows the right place :) But maybe next time she remembers to take off the diaper before she is doing here business on the big girl potty :)

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Oops, Not Today

Oops, Not Today

She tried her best, but Aphrodite’s going to have to try to make it to the potty again tomorrow if she wants that sticker.

Order by darmon

Draw and above text by Blankie

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Poor girl looks like its going to be a wet sticker on that potty training chart :(

It sure seems like she flooded the diaper pretty good this time or is it a bad diaper? It sure is leaking like crazy :(

Maybe she manage to reach her goal next time :) 

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What Are You Doing?

What Are You Doing?

Axel is very happy that he pooped in the potty. Grace is a bit confused. Why go in a potty when you can just use your diaper?

Above text and order by Axel2018

Draw by tato

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Awww poor Grace looks like she have allot of learn how this potty training stuff is working. She sure seems to have some problem that she to at some point is going to use the big girl potty.

But it seems like there parents dont have introduce potty training to here yet. Maybe they want to take one kid at the time?

But they sure has raise allot of questions and wondering in this girls mind now ;)

But Axel sure seems to be very happy about current situation.

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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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Potty Mistakes

Potty MistakesPoor Veedramon! He can’t help it that Weregarurumon is a bit more advanced when it comes to using the potty. Doesn’t help when everyone is looking D:

Draw and everything by carnival-tricks

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30641341/

Poor Veedramon looks like he could not wait for Weregarurumon to be finish on the big boys potty :(

So he ended up whit a messy accident in his diaper :( His trainer sure seems to be pretty angry :(

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Subliminal Baby 2 Part 3

This story is written by Elfy

When Steven exited the car he looked around nervously. He fidgeted with the bottom of his shirt as he tried to make sure his shame was covered up. Steven felt his arm grabbed and he was dragged roughly over to the shopping carts. For a brief second he worried that his mom was going to sit him in one of the carts with a toddler seat but he was obviously too big for that and she took a regular cart.

“I want you to hold on to this cart at all times.” Karen warned, “If you let go I will spank you here in the middle of the shop. Don’t test me.”

Steven gulped and quickly grabbed the cart, after everything that had happened in the last couple of days he wasn’t going to push his mother at all. It was amazing how fast he had gone from fully resisting to being cowed by his mother’s threats.

Together they entered the shop and started slowly making their way through the aisles. Steven could see that he was getting some strange looks from a few people and he repeatedly made sure his diaper was covered. He really didn’t know if the bulge around his crotch was obvious but it seemed like quite a few people were noticing something was up.

More worrying for Steven than people staring at his padded rear, was the growing feeling of pressure in his tummy. He knew this was going to happen eventually since he wasn’t allowed on the toilet but, having a messy accident in the middle of the busy store was too much for Steven to think about. He wasn’t sure if his fragile psyche could take it.

The trip around the store was tortuously slow. Karen seemed to want to look at every single item she passed and examine it and Steven, forced to hold on to the shopping cart had to stand their patiently like the obedient toddler he was being turned in to.

“What do you think, Steven? Generic brand ketchup or the premium stuff?” Karen asked as she held up two nearly identical bottles.

“I don’t care.” Steven replied distractedly. His stomach was feeling increasingly unwell, he could feel pressure building within him and he didn’t know how long he would be able to hold on for. He had even stopped obsessively smoothing out his shirt, he wasn’t thinking about his diaper, he was focused completely on his tummy.

“Don’t take that tone with me.” Karen warned her struggling son. She dropped the premium ketchup in the cart and started moving forwards again.

They carried on around the shop and seemed to get slower as they went. By the time they were going down the final few aisles, Steven was having to really hold on. All of his attention was on the increasingly painful cramping in his guts. He noticed that other people were looking when he would occasionally wince and hold his tummy, the only positive was that he hadn’t seen anyone he knew.

The sweat was starting to build up on Steven’s forehead as he the effort of not messing himself began to take its toll. He felt sick, both from his body wanting to evacuate and because of how scared he was of losing control in the store. By now he knew people were noticing his diaper. When he cramped and bent over he could feel his shirt ride up his back a little and reveal his underwear, but what could he do? Not fouling himself in this store was his only priority.

“Are you alright?” Karen asked offhandedly as they exited the final aisle and headed towards the checkouts.

“I…” Steven didn’t know if he could admit his problem. He thought it was obvious what was happening, his mom must be toying with him.

“Oh look! These baby wipes are on sale. How useful!” Karen cut off her son as she picked up a couple of packets of the wipes and dropped them into the cart.

Karen pushed the cart forward suddenly and it caught Steven off guard. There was a brief moment where he felt like the surprise was going to undo all his effort but he managed to hang on at the last second.

By the time they got to the till Steven knew he wouldn’t make it home before pooping, but he hoped he could at least make it to the car so his accident wasn’t so public. Whilst his mom bagged the items as they came through the checkout, Steven just stared forward. His whole mind was consumed with keeping every muscle tight, he shook slightly as he kept hold of the side of the cart.

Finally, his mom paid for their items and they started leaving the shop. Steven was so close to success, so close from avoiding public embarrassment. He had reached a point where he was looking forward to messing his diaper in the car just because it meant, for him, a victory.

As they reached the entrance and exit of the shop Steven felt a very sudden and cramp and was compelled to stand still as his control was pushed to the limit. With a sudden burst Steven felt a large log of poop half escape him.

“No, no no…” Steven repeated to himself.

He was stood in the middle of the entrance area and surrounded by people. He couldn’t move, letting go of the shopping cart he looked pitifully up at his mom, tears formed in his eyes as he knew the battle was lost.

He was compelled to push when yet another cramp wracked his body. Steven squatted on the spot slightly as an embarrassingly loud fart echoed around the entrance and attracted the attention of everyone around him, from his squatting position the waistband of his diaper was very visible. Even his mom stopped and turned with a curious expression to look at Steven.

Steven pushed and felt the solid lump get squeezed out of him and into his snug diaper. It curled around and spread as it searched for space, Steven grunted as he kept pushing and a single tear rolled down his face. He heard the muttering of the people watching him, some were openly laughing.

Steven started to straighten up as the log was pinched off but almost immediately found himself squatting again as a rush of softer poop demanded to be released. He moaned helplessly as the back of his diaper bulged out and sticky warmth spread throughout the diaper. The smell was already escaping his diaper and it was obvious to everyone what was happening. When he finished humiliating himself through via messing he felt a scalding jet of pee soak the front of the diaper.

Slowly, Steven stood up straight and looked around at the horrified faces of the people who had just watched his disgraceful act. He started sniffing loudly and soon his whole body was shaking from the tears and that started coming thick and fast.

“Mommy…” Steven murmured as he took a couple of steps forward. The sticky sludge in the back of his diaper shifted uncomfortably as he moved.

Karen stepped forward silently, pulled the pacifier that was hidden under his shirt out and placed it in her son’s mouth.

Almost instinctively, Steven began sucking the soother and found himself at least slightly comforted. He felt his mom grab his arm and he allowed himself to be pulled out of the shop and back to the car.

Steven felt so weak and pathetic, with his pants loaded with poop and a pacifier he looked nothing more than the toddler that he was being treated like. He cried with shame as he was roughly pulled away from the crowd, who were openly laughing, and back towards the car.

“I can’t believe you would embarrass me like this.” Karen hissed as she dragged her messy son away from the shop.

Steven had no response except to continue sucking on the pacifier in his mouth. His deep sobs and tear filled eyes betrayed his sadness and he could feel shame burning through to his very soul as he saw people all around them staring. His awkward wide-legged waddle caused by the large mess in his pants made every step uncomfortable and the horribly sticky and slimy feeling all over his backside was miserable. The sound of the gathered crowd laughing at the humiliated boy followed him all the way back to the car.

Karen pulled the rear passenger door open and pointed for her youngest son to climb into the toddler seat. She had a look of disgust on her face as the stinky boy bent slowly and climbed into the vehicle.

Karen briefly stopped the boy as he climbed into the vehicle and pulled back the waistband of his shorts and diaper to inspect the damage. Steven, horrified at this public checking looked around to see people still staring as his mother recoiled in revulsion at the state of the diaper.

Steven snivelled as he slowly lowered himself into the seat. He visibly winced as the used diaper was squeezed between himself and the toddler booster seat, the contents were squeezed into areas that had previously been free from the horrible mess. Everything was spread out and made a lot worse.

Karen reached in and, with a face that showed how horrid the smell was, she quickly buckled Steven into the seat and closed the door.

For a few moments, Steven was left completely alone. He had never felt so helpless, so useless and so thoroughly disgusted with himself. His stench was appalling, the feeling of his heavily used diaper was even worse. Steven had never felt so bad. His ego, which had been soaring high as he reduced his brother to babyhood, was now at its lowest point. He was a broken man.

Karen stepped into the driver’s seat and quickly rolled down all the windows as she tried to clear the foul smelling air. When she put the car into gear and started the drive home the only noise coming from inside the car was Steven’s pitiful crying.

“You absolutely stink.” Karen needlessly informed her son, “You know, Ritchie received that messaging for quite a while before he did anything like this. What’s your excuse?”

Steven continued to just sob. In fact, he sobbed all the way home with his mother’s barbed insults ringing in his ears and the awful stench of his own waste filling his nostrils. He felt so terrible that other people were being subjected to his lack of control, both the people at the store and his own mother. His self-respect was almost completely gone. He should have been angry at what he was forced to do, but he just felt shame.

The car journey was silent except for when Karen wanted to make more comments about the horrid smell. By the time they arrived in the driveway, Steven was a blubbering mess. His discomfort was at maximum as the lumpy mess covered everything in his diaper, he felt itchy and sticky and wanted nothing more than to receive a fresh diaper.

When they pulled up in the driveway, Karen got out of the car. Steven expected her to walk around the car and release him from his seat, to let him out of the foul smelling air that he was sitting in. Instead, Karen opened the trunk of the car and began taking the shopping in, she just left Steven in the enclosed space even closing all the windows.

By the time Karen had finished taking the shopping in, presumably handing it all to Linda to put away, Steven felt like he was choking on his own messy smell. When the door next to him was finally opened and fresh air blasted into the car he was ecstatic to breath it in, gulping down the fresh air as he was unbuckled and allowed to step out of the car.

Steven’s diaper was in a sorry state by this stage. He slowly waddled towards the door very conscious that any neighbour or passing person who might see him would probably assume, correctly, that they were looking at a person who had filled their pants and was now shamefully waddling home.

As he walked in the front door he was greeted by Linda and Ritchie who were looking over from by the entrance to the living room which was opposite the bottom of the stairs.

“Oh my God.” Linda exclaimed as she covered her nose. She stared at Steven and, quite evidently, could smell him as soon as he walked into the house.

“Eww.” Ritchie exclaimed covering his nose. He giggled a little bit but stopped abruptly when Karen followed Steven into the house.

“Steven, get your disgusting butt upstairs.” Karen commanded before adding in a much softer tone of voice, “Linda, how is Ritchie?”

“He has been good as gold!” Linda said happily as she wrenched her eyes off of Steven, “Ritchie and me did those little test books and he did wonderfully.”

Linda was referring to some early year’s math and English test books that Karen had left for her to run through with Ritchie. It was supposed to test where Ritchie was and the fact that he had done most of the books without an issue seemed like a very positive sign.

“Oh Ritchie, I’m so proud!” Karen hugged her larger son, “Come on, let’s get you changed as well. Linda, thank you so much for your babysitting. You are a life saver.”

“My pleasure!” Linda replied as she gathered up her coat and bag. Now that Karen was home there was no reason to stay.

Ritchie gave Linda a big hug before turning to the staircase. Steven and Ritchie trooped up the stairs to the nursery. Steven still hadn’t removed the pacifier, it felt like the only thing stopping him from bursting into tears at that moment.

Karen arrived in the nursery a minute later. She almost loved at the way Ritchie was standing by the window where the fresh air was coming in whist Steven stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. His shoulders were hunched over and he was looking at the ground, the shame of his sorry state was easy for all to see.

“Well, I think the stinky baby needs changing first.” Karen said as she walked forward and lifted Steven on to the changing table, “Stop this horrible smell the rest of us have to endure.”

Steven winced as he was laid down in his own filth. He just sucked the pacifier and tried to pretend he was somewhere else. He felt the tapes of his diaper pulled off and then the front get lowered. It had seemed impossible but the smell actually got worse as his messy accident was exposed to everyone in the room.

Billy blushed as he saw his mom visibly recoil from the disgusting mess. He almost felt like he should apologise but he decided to just double down on the sucking of his soother. He closed his eyes as his mom started the long process of wiping him clean. It took several humiliating minutes for Steven to be cleaned and when his mom was satisfied he was lifted down from the table and stripped naked.

Steven was hopeful that perhaps his mom had decided to stop punishing him but after Ritchie was stripped naked in a similar way she, Karen grabbed their hands and marched them into the bathroom.

It was pretty awkward to be standing completely naked next to his equally naked brother. It was even more awkward when Karen sat them both down at opposite ends of the bathtub and started running the water.

Steven blushed and tried to look anywhere else, he wanted to avoid looking at his naked brother for obvious reasons. The same reasons he wished his brother had more sense to look away as well. Slowly the water level rose up and filled the tub.

A full tub barely made any difference to Steven’s embarrassment though, it just shifted to a new focus as his mother started scrubbing him roughly with soap and a sponge.

Whilst Steven was rather roughly cleaned by Karen, Ritchie started talking to her. Ritchie speech still had a rather infantile sound to it but, crucially to Steven, Ritchie was able to hold a proper conversation. That could only be good news to the boy desperate for his brother to recover to end his own punishment.

Whilst the boys were scrubbed, Steven stayed very still and silent. He didn’t raise his voice, or complain, or offer any kind of resistance as his mom cleaned him all over. He didn’t really think about it, but Steven was a broken man. His utter humiliation earlier, his treatment before and after that even, had drastically altered his attitude. He had very quickly gone from trying to stop this madness to accepting his treatment, and all of this was happening without any subliminal messaging or anything. Steven couldn’t let himself think about that though, he just closed his eyes and imagined better times.

Karen had to admit she loved all of this. She had never realised how much she missed looking after her sons. Changing diapers, feeding them, cleaning them… There was a large part of her that wished this would never end. She wanted her sons to recover but, at the same time, she knew that she would miss this odd time of their lives.

“Ritchie, do you think you could be a big boy for me?” Karen asked as she started draining the water out of the bath a little later.

“Big boy?” Ritchie asked with an unsure look.

“Yeah.” Karen replied enthusiastically, “You want to be out of diapers, right?”

Ritchie slowly nodded, he seemed unsure.

“Great, well hold on a second.” Karen said. She hurried downstairs and then back up. When she re-entered the room she was carrying something large behind her back.

“What’s that, mommy?” Ritchie asked curiously.

Karen, with a big smile, moved her hands in front of her and showed her older son exactly what she had brought him.

“This…” Karen said maintaining the excitement in her voice. She knew that it was easier to get toddlers to potty train if you acted like it’s something they should really want to do, “Is a potty!”

Ritchie looked at it curiously but his smile showed Karen that he was ready to try. He even clapped his hands a little bit. Steven, rather contemptuously, rolled his eyes at his brother’s excitement. It didn’t occur to him that whilst Ritchie would, hopefully, be working his way out of diapers, Steven would be given no option but to use his infantile underwear any time he needed to.

“What I want you to do.” Karen said to Ritchie as she held out the new potty for Ritchie to look at, “Is tell me when you need to go pee pee or poop, OK? Then you can use this potty like a big boy rather than these nasty baby diapers like your brother.”

Ritchie nodded his head and smiled although he looked a little intimidated by the toddler toilet.

Once the bath was over, both boys were taken out of the tub and vigorously dried in the steamy bathroom. Both boys were taken back to the nursery, the smell of Steven’s dirty diaper still hung in the air a little bit, the reminder of Steven’s lack of control causing him to feel shame as he was taken to the changing table and lifted on to it.

Steven didn’t resist as his mom got out a new thick diaper and placed it underneath his newly cleaned backside. There was no way he could argue he didn’t need a diaper after what happened earlier. He was swiftly taped up and placed back on the floor.

Karen headed over to the chest of drawers and pulled out a baby blue shirt that had snaps at the bottom. Steven knew immediately what it was but he did nothing but sadly sigh as it was pulled over his head. The snaps were clipped together between his legs and when Karen moved her hand away, he felt the elastic onesie material push the soft padding up into his crotch a bit. Yet another reminder, as if he needed one, of his infantile state.

Whilst Steven went and perched himself on the edge of the crib, Ritchie was lifted up on to the changing table. Karen had been almost silent when changing Steven but she seemed very animate whilst changing Ritchie, lots of smiles and happy voices.

As the front of a new diaper was pulled up between Ritchie’s legs there was a sudden commotion.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Ritchie suddenly started shouting.

“What is it?” Karen asked alarmed at the sudden shouting.

“Pee pee!” Ritchie exclaimed.

Karen’s eyes went wide. She quickly lifted Ritchie off of the changing table and repeatedly told him to hang on. She sprinted to the bathroom and back to the bedroom with the enlarged potty. Karen put it down and helped sit her older son on it.

There was a nervous tension for a few seconds. All eyes were on the naked man on the potty, Karen muttered some encouraging words and Steven was just shocked at what he was seeing.

In the mostly silent room there was suddenly a quiet tinkling sound. It got a little louder as Ritchie used the potty successfully, he had a huge smile in his mouth and was clapping his hands as he peed freely.

“Oh Ritchie! Well done!” Karen exclaimed with a wide smile, “What a big boy!”

As the sound of urine hitting the potty continued. Steven relaxed himself and felt a sudden warmth in his crotch. As Ritchie used the potty, Steven sat on the side of his crib and wet his diaper. He barely even gave any thought to what he was doing, he wasn’t going to be given the opportunity to use the potty anyway. He would have to use the diaper sooner or later so he didn’t even attempt to hold his bladder.

Steven briefly thought about the fact that Ritchie was able to tell his mom he needed the potty and successfully avoid wetting himself whilst Steven flooded his diaper. He didn’t let his mind linger on that too long, it was depressing to know that he must now be considered as less competent than his half-regressed brother.

When the dripping finally stopped. Ritchie stood up and jumped up and down in celebration, drops of urine were flung everywhere as he leapt around the room. Once he was calmed down, Karen got him back on the changing table and placed into his diaper.

“I know you just used the potty and I am super proud of you for doing so.” Karen said, “This is just to be safe, OK? If you need the potty again for anything, come let me know and we can get you on the potty. You will be out of diapers in no time!”

Ritchie excitedly nodded his head as he celebrated his success. It was a huge breakthrough for him, if ever there needed to be proof that Ritchie was recovering from his regression it was evident in the fact that he was able to keep control until he could get to the potty.

Steven, who was still sitting on the side the crib, watched in a bored fashion. He was mildly annoyed that he had just got a new diaper and had already wet it but he knew it would have happened eventually anyway so he paid it little thought.

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Chapter 2

Chapter 4

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Auntie Joan Part 9

This story is written by Les Lea

The night before school my mind had been working overtime. All I could think (and partially dream) about was my life at the different ‘educational’ establishments I’d attended since I was young. Alas, as I tossed and turned with each invading reflection, the thick night time diaper that held me tightly didn’t offer the soft comfort I’d come to expect.

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At three years old I had been potty trained by my mother and then, with her part in my development done, sent off into the world. At that first ‘nursery/crèche/kindergarten’, I have no idea what it was, but what I did eventually get to know was that I was away from my ‘loving’ mommy and daddy and not a happy child. My first and main recollection from that time was that I wet myself constantly. The people looking after me seemed to focus on the fact I was wetting rather than the why and so kept me in diapers the entire time I was there.
In between brief visits from my parents, after which I would cry for days, I was kept clean and fed but for me, and the other toddlers (I was not alone), each day followed the same timetable; a diet of dynamic learning, followed by unhappiness, followed by more learning. If we played at all… that particular memory escapes me… but that austere and unloving place literally scared the shit out of me. As if to prove it, my potty training reversed and my diaper was constantly full.

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In those half-dreams and fevered recollections I could still feel that dense rough diaper irritating with each movement. Together with the noisy crack of the thick, almost unyielding plastic pants that held it in place felt like I was encased in granite.
I wriggled unhappily under my nursery print covers, thankful at least auntie always made sure my protection was soft and comfortable, though, because of my agitated dreams, at that moment I wasn’t particularly enjoying such consideration.

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When I reached the age of five I was moved to another private school. It took pride in the fact its ‘student’ body was prepared for senior school and so, ‘education, education, education’ was its main (and I would say only) priority. Here at least I wasn’t kept in scratchy diapers, which to some degree I eventually grew out of with just an occasional nocturnal lapse. However, the school wasn’t equipped for these little lapses and I (like anyone else who suffered a wet night) was ridiculed and ostracised and made to wear protection in class for the entire following day. The other kids never let such an opportunity pass so I was fair game for any grade to mock and be made fun of. By the time I was approaching my tenth birthday I’d learned to hide any toiletry hiccups so to all intents and purposes I’d grown out of that ‘problem’. At the same time my abilities were recognised when academically at least I easily came top of the class.
This was when my parents broke the news that I was to sit another exam in the UK to further my education. Stupidly I assumed they would be in England too, it wasn’t to be.

#

These dreams, thoughts and often unpleasant images raced through my active brain whether I was asleep or awake and by morning I was severely wet and half dead to the world.

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The morning wasn’t helped after auntie stripped me out of my soaked protection but, after a shower, the ritual I so looked forward to was denied. Not that auntie would do anything to upset me but, this was a new opportunity that I was encouraged to take. So, no lotions or powders or soft fluffy disposable taped snugly into place. No slinky vinyl slowly fed up my legs, slipping deliciously over my thighs to grip my waist in a welcoming manner. The nursery held the clothes I wanted but the clothes I was to wear were in the ‘other room’ and I had to fortify myself from that moment – I had to get back into teenage mode.

Of course auntie had laid out my wardrobe for the day; right on top was a little pair of pull-ups that we’d spoken about. She knew I was a bit nervous about staying dry so we agreed to this little ‘help’ to be worn under my underpants. It wasn’t the same but their slight rustle and full crotch was most welcome under the rest of my school clothes.

#

I caught the bus to school like so many other kids and, apart from one or two who knew me and were whispering, looking and giggling in my direction, the journey passed off without much to report.
I’d entered the school grounds with a slight crinkle and a great deal of apprehension. I saw Yoosuf talking to a group of girls, waved and then looked around for the familiar face of Oliver but couldn’t see him.

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There was no set ‘uniform’, social or educational, and everyone appeared to be wearing what they liked. I’d chosen a pair of fawn coloured chinos over my slight protection, a green polo shirt, trainers and had my backpack slung over one shoulder… I thought I blended in quite well. Not overly smart but not slovenly either. There were several boys wearing shorts, but nearly all wore them long and baggy so definitely not my style. The girls were a completely different story and seemed to form into groups who all dressed the same. However, that was just a first impression as I gazed around at my new school buddies. Then I spied a familiar face coming through a group of noisy students who were standing at the gate.

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He was nodding to everyone, even folk I suspect he didn’t know, but when our eyes met he waved and made straight towards me. The thing was I was spellbound. He was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and an AC/DC t-shirt… it was a young Colin come to life from one of the images in auntie’s photo album.
Stunned by this apparition I couldn’t move. I wanted to say something, I wanted to greet my friend, I wanted to acknowledge, well, I wasn’t sure what – because for that one shocking moment Oliver looked exactly like Colin, the only difference from the photo was the logo on the t-shirt.
He came up and hugged me like a long lost friend and I was so overcome, my bladder gave way and I pissed my pants. Not just a little, but a flow so strong that it deluged my pull-up and a tell-tale stain radiated from my groin.
If it hadn’t been for Oliver’s quick action the first impression I would have made at school was as a pants wetter.

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He was surprised that I didn’t reciprocate the hug but when he pulled back he noticed my pants. Quick as a flash, and before anyone else could see, he pulled off his backpack and held it in front of my rapidly expanding stain. To be honest, I wasn’t really aware of what I’d done and it wasn’t until Oliver was guiding me towards the main building that I realised what had happened. The spreading damp radiating from my groin was not the nicely warming experience it would have been in a diaper.
I was full of apologies but Oli just smiled and said, “Wow, nobody’s ever been that pleased to see me.”
He seemed to know his way around the school and we ended up at the nurse’s office. She came out to see who her first patient of the day was and, as the bell had just gone, dismissed Oli back to

class. I sat there trying to explain how I was taken by surprise by his enthusiastic hug but the nurse, Nurse Jefferson, wasn’t convinced.
She noticed something that no one else had mentioned. She said that I spoke like a little boy. Well, to be honest, she didn’t say that exactly but the way she responded to my words left me in no doubt. I hadn’t realised that my speech had been so defined by my time at Rainbow and I suppose, those who knew me, especially auntie, just thought that’s the way I spoke. It hadn’t bothered me until Nurse Jefferson mentioned it but now I was at High School, with wet pants and sounding like a baby… things definitely needed to change.

#

My pants were a mess and there was no way I could walk around school looking like I did. She spoke to someone on the phone, who I assumed was the principal, checked something on her computer and then phoned auntie. My pull-up hadn’t been as efficient as hoped and I could see Nurse Jefferson wondering what action to take.
Before she had chance to come to any conclusion the phone rang and she was obviously receiving further information as she kept looking up at me and agreeing to what was being said down the phone.
“Oh I see.” She listened
“Right.” There was more.

“Well that explains…” Something was said and agreed upon.
She eventually wandered over and asked in a soft cajoling whisper you’d use with an infant if I needed any help and did I want a change.
I was taken by surprise at her suggestion, and even though at that particular moment I would have loved a change, the thought of a fluffy disposable hugging my groin making me wriggle in anticipation, I said “No”. I didn’t want it to get around that on my first day I’d wet my pants, had to see the nurse and she’d diapered me. I needed to keep that a secret for a while longer… or so I thought.

#

Not long after auntie arrived with a bag of dry clothes but before I could change we were called into the principal’s office. He seemed a nice man but was obviously a little perplexed at what he was reading; it was a report from the psychiatrist.
I’d not thought this far ahead and for the second time that day I was shocked, with the result that, unfortunately, I wet myself even more. This was not going well and I couldn’t fathom where all this pee was coming from. As the dark stain on my chinos spread further the principal noticed and requested I immediately go and see the nurse while he and auntie talked.
Auntie passed me the bag with my clean clothes and I reluctantly left the room clutching it tightly to my groin for the few yards journey to the nurse’s office.

#

When I arrived she was very business-like.
“Right, let’s get you organised and into something dry shall we?”
I knew I looked like a stupid little kid, which of course I normally didn’t mind, but confronted by this particular lady, I felt feeble and inadequate. The folk at Rainbow just changed me like they would any other infant but here, at High School, I was no longer a happy, playful toddler but a teenage student who’d wet his pants.
“Take off your pants,” she paused, “or would you prefer I do it?”
There was no malice in her voice just a question.

Since I’d been with auntie I was used to doing as instructed so slowly unbuttoned the top of my chinos and let them drop to the floor.
She could see the expanded pull-up bulging out behind my underpants and indicated they needed to come off as well.
Standing there in my soggy pull-up and stained underpants it just didn’t feel real. I hadn’t been wearing any extra plastic protection so my pee had not been well contained. Being changed at Rainbow (or at home) was a process I wasn’t involved in, somebody else made the decision and it just happened. My involvement was…
She pulled the squelchy mass down.

“OK Dean, I’m going to clean you up, then rub in some lotion, powder and fit a diaper… any questions?”
I just shrugged. I was in a sort of dream world, which I knew I liked but at that moment found particularly alien.

#

She had me lie out on a low table, which I wasn’t sure could support my weight but, as she’d covered the entire thing in a loose piece of blue absorbent paper (I’d seen something similar on the doctor’s examination table), I did as I was told.
“Good boy,” she said as I climbed up, my naked lower half reacting to the cool air conditioning of her office.
“Now I’ll just check the bag and see what mommy, er, Miss Marsden has brought.”
Jeans, a clean shirt, socks and a fresh pair of boxers were laid out on another table, eventually she found what she was searching for, a fresh disposable.
“Ah, here we go.”

She slowly and meticulously unfurled it and slipped it under my bottom. There was a look of understanding on her face and it suddenly struck me that she might know of my parent’s dramatic death and was being sympathetic. She then reached for some wipes, lotion and powder, which she conscientiously applied to my hair-free pubic area before fastening me in.
I’m not sure how many fourteen year-old boys she’d had to diaper in her time as a nurse but as she cleaned me up I thought she smiled and nodded approval at my a/c shrunken pee-pee and hairless genital area.

“Mmmm sensible… and no sign of a rash… good, good.” She said half to herself and half to me.
She smoothed in the lotion and my pee-pee began to react but, like the ladies at Rainbow, it was completely ignored as she pulled the disposable into place. Any raging hormones that a healthy teenage boy might have were dismissed as I was really just a ‘little boy’ so treated as such.
Once I was tightly enclosed she delved into the bag once more and found a pair of opaque plastic pants, which she shuffled up my legs. She did it all with such care that I found myself relaxing and beginning to enjoy her attention. After that was completed she had me sit up and checked that everything fitted correctly; smoothing the plastic pants down over the diaper and making sure I was well tucked in and leak-proof.

#

She stood back to appreciate her work and smiled. Whether that was because of a job well done or the fact that my slinky plastic pants could be seen dangling below my polo shirt I wasn’t too sure.
“OK Dean,” she seemed satisfied, “put the rest of your clothes back on and put the wet stuff in this plastic bag.”
She indicated a black bin bag on another table.
“Sit over there and wait until the principal and your mommy, er, Miss Marsden finish their conversation.”
Perhaps she wasn’t being sympathetic about the death of my parents, maybe she thought she was dealing with a teenager who was somewhat ‘challenged’. She spoke to me as if I was slow, or a toddler and I moved from enjoying the process to resenting it a bit.
Although I was happier now I was padded and protected I wondered about how late I was for my first class. What excuse could I come up with? What did anyone know? Had anyone noticed? What, if anything, has Oliver said? Perhaps more importantly, would anyone notice my padded butt?
“Don’t I need to be in class?” I queried.
“Yes you do but the principal will need to have a word before you go.”
“Ohhh.”

#

Ten minutes later and auntie emerged from the principal’s office looking worried.
“Are you OK sweetie?” She was concerned about me.
I nodded and looked down at my padded crotch and shrugged.
Nurse Jefferson smiled and said that I’d been a very co-operative boy and that everything had been taken care of and, if the principal had finished with me, I needed to get to class.
There was a slight rustling sound as I got to my feet and auntie hugged me and patted my cushioned bottom. She rubbed it slightly and I felt most reassured by both the padding and auntie’s tender touch.

She looked at me and said we’d talk when I got home. I was a bit apprehensive as it looked like she had something serious to say but getting to my new class was made a priority as the principal’s secretary came out with a note I had to give to the teacher.

#

“Sorry I’m late sir,” I handed Mr Brown the note, “I’m afraid I had to see the principal first…”
I wanted to say more, to come up with a plausible excuse but he just nodded to a seat next to Oliver and thanked me for being polite.
I hadn’t realised I had been but I suppose, even after all this time, the manners and attitude of an English private school, had some effect.
A chorus of derision from a few of the students followed Mr Brown’s compliment, which thankfully drowned out the rustling noise my protection made as I sat down. Oli was all smiles as he passed me a photocopied timetable list of subjects and extra-curricular activities and again I got the impression he completely understood.

#

After such a god awful start to the day I have to say, it got better. When I say it got better, I mean nobody noticed, or if they did they didn’t say anything, so from then on, for me it was a pretty good first day.

Now I was over my initial shock of seeing Oliver/Colin I realised that they weren’t all that alike after all although they were dressed similarly. I have to say Oli looked great in his shorts, his young blond hairy legs showed he was maturing way faster than I was. In fact, because of the special lotion auntie used at bath time, all my bodily hair had vanished. Next to Oli I looked like a little immature five year-old but it didn’t seem to worry him and we spent most of the day in each other’s company.
Motioning towards his t-shirt I asked him if he was a fan of AC/DC. He just shrugged and said he liked the logo but had to admit he wasn’t keen on their music although his father was a huge fan. He confessed that he, his brother and sister grew up in a house that was filled with rock music. Even as a baby he fell asleep to the riffs of Motorhead, AC/DC and most heavy metal bands his dad played all the time. Apparently his parents had met at a rock festival in their home town and he was a result of that first drug-fuelled night of metal debauchery. Thankfully his mom and dad were “really into each other” (his words) so they married two months before he was born.
He was very enthusiastic about his parents saying that they’d never had two dimes to rub together but both worked hard and brought up him, his younger brother and sister, pretty well.

#

It was great for me to hear somebody who actually liked his parents and not only that was vocal about it. On that first day I learned so much about Oliver but every time he asked about my life I slunk into babbling and avoiding the subject apart from telling him I now lived with my auntie and that I’d moved from DC. Not quite AC/DC but halfway there, I pathetically joked!
I simply wasn’t sure what to tell him. I doubted he’d be interested in hearing about life at a private school in England, I was positive he wouldn’t want to know about my ‘super important’ parents and I definitely wasn’t sure I could share my diaper wearing ways with him. Because he hadn’t mentioned it I assumed he didn’t know, or hadn’t noticed, the bulkiness in my jeans. However, just as I was boarding my bus he patted my bottom and smiled.
“Perhaps tomorrow you’ll tell me about this?”
I was stunned but his effortless grin said I should trust him… and why wouldn’t I? So far he’d saved me from total embarrassment and he’d appeared to have kept my secret. So, my journey home was filled with thoughts about just what I wanted to explain the following day… and did I in fact want to share any of this information?

This story is written by Les Lea

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