Pull ups

Kenny Part 11

This story is written by Les Lea

“Did it hurt?”

The concern on Kenny’s face was just what I needed. I wanted everything back the way it had been and that gentle but concerned look told me we were back to being friends.

“You bet.”

I’d checked my bum that morning to see if there were any tell-tale signs of my mum’s spanking but the red had faded so I couldn’t prove anything to him.

“It certainly stopped my tantrum,” I meekly added.

Our bare knees were touching and our heads were close together as I explained just what had happened.

“I was screaming and shouting… mum said I was acting like a two year-old… but I was determined I wasn’t going to be diapered again. I was really acting up and…”

My explanation quickly came to an end when, in the middle of school, Kenny did what Kenny does best, he hugged me. The pain I had caused him was forgotten as he tried to ease my pain, and although I had been feeling OK up until that moment, this was like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I can’t tell you exactly how I felt but, it was, it was, erm, it was fantastic.

I saw one or two of the other kids looking but I just closed my eyes and felt the power of my best friend holding me close in an effort to make me feel better. It did.

On several occasions in the past I’d thought I wasn’t worthy of having Kenny as a friend. I’d let him down, or at least thought that I had, and couldn’t quite understand why he still liked me. That natural understanding and desire to make things better was what set my best friend apart from just about anybody else. As our well-padded shorts rubbed up close together I realised – no one else in class was like him, no one else reacted in the same way, and, more to the point, there was no one I wanted as a friend as much as Kenny.

***

The memory of Buddy’s red tail was still at the forefront of both our minds (although I think his was a lot more severe than mine), however, because neither his mummy nor daddy had ever done such a thing he seemed stunned that my mum would actually put me over her knee and deliver such hard smacks to my bare bottom. I realised that this was perhaps the only thing that I had over Kenny – I had experienced a spanking and he hadn’t. I wasn’t sure if this was something to be proud of or not. I have to say that if any of the other kids at school received a spanking, no one ever talked or bragged about it so I suppose, it was no badge of honor.

Still, at lunchtime I dropped my shorts, lowered my plastic pants and pull-ups to show him I was otherwise unscathed. He touched me and seemed relieved that there were no marks but, I was enjoying his attention and that ‘tickling’ sensation in my penis was back so didn’t want to pull them back up. Satisfied, Kenny pulled them up for me and we made plans for a sleepover as soon as possible. I wanted to show him the things that auntie had made for me and I knew Kenny wanted us to wear our onesies together, so we hoped to make that happen soon.

***

The past few days at school had been horrid for me; my mood, my anger and my attitude had all conspired to me hating being there. Now I was enjoying the fact that Kenny and me were back together everything would be OK but, as the bell sounded for the end of the day, I remembered something that mum had said, ‘that we might be moving to the capital’. At this point, it was the last thing I wanted but I realised that what I’d said might have made her think that she was doing the right thing as I was not enjoying being at Oakland. Jake had made his thoughts perfectly clear but I’d said nothing apart from being a bit grumpy about the possibility of a new school uniform. I certainly didn’t want to leave now but what could I do?

Although the redness had disappeared I think I was still in a certain amount of shock that it had happened at all and, despite my pull-ups, plastic pants and shorts, I could still imagine mum’s hand making contact with my bare skin. As Jake and I were waiting for the bus to arrive to take us home these thoughts were bubbling around in my head and I found myself absentmindedly rubbing my bottom. I’d never seen mum so upset or angry with me before and, the fact that she could have done such a thing, left me feeling a bit insecure about what mum thought of me. I certainly didn’t want to annoy her again, and as I’d now been spanked once, I wondered if I’d crossed some kind of line that signified that spanking was now an option for mum if she needed to discipline me. However, I soon became distracted by the nice feeling that my padded bottom gave me, that mixture of my pull-ups, plastic pants and shorts having a most calming effect. However, the mental reminder of the punishment meant that when I got home I was on my best behaviour.

***

I’m not a nasty person, well, I don’t think I am. It was not really in my character to do what I’d done and I thought that a complete apology to everyone was needed to make things right. At the table, before we tucked into our evening meal, I nervously made a bit of noise to attract attention.

“Mum, Jake, Auntie Rose,” this was harder than I thought it would be, “I’m really sorry for being a pain…” I had no idea why but there were tears coming into my eyes. “I know I’ve been horrid to everyone… and … and…”

Jake was the first to come over to where I was sitting and gave me a cuddle. Unfortunately, this act of kindness brought on more tears and I couldn’t get the rest of my apology out as both mum and auntie joined him in a huge group hug. Mum was telling me she understood and I was not to worry. Auntie had tears in her eyes and had that look of unqualified love she often showed to both Jake and me.

Eventually my sobbing stopped and we carried on and finished the meal. I was embarrassed that I’d caused such a fuss, but it was a fuss that no one at the table appeared to mind. In fact, everyone was all smiles and in such good humor that I didn’t want to spoil it by asking mum about the move. I decided I’d talk to her when she tucked me in at bedtime.

***

I helped auntie with the washing up as mum had work to do so I raised the subject of the possible move with her. I spoke quietly because I didn’t want to upset Jake but I wanted to know how far mum’s plans had progressed.

“You should really be talking to your mother,” auntie said as she rinsed the plates, “I think she’d like to hear your thoughts… you weren’t very forthcoming earlier.” She looked at me as if to say ‘don’t miss the next opportunity’.

I had wanted auntie to tell me what mum was thinking; had she actually booked the removal people, had she enrolled us at a new school, had she found us a new house? Sadly, if she knew she wasn’t telling.

When bedtime came I was nervously anticipating mum coming to kiss me goodnight. I’d played with Jake on the Xbox and he hadn’t mentioned the move but then again, nor had I, and I was seeing difficulties in bringing the subject up. However, I had put on a pair of pull-ups under my boxers as a sort of security measure (don’t ask me why) and prepared myself for the moment.

***

“Mum,” I ventured uncertainly, “are we moving?”

“Well Si, I have been offered promotion which means we’d have to live where they want me to be… and the bank has said they want me based elsewhere.” Her voice was quiet and she seemed to understand that I might have concerns. “Do you not like the idea?”

“Erm, Jake doesn’t. Erm… I like it here… erm… now… erm…” I wasn’t making a very good case for staying but I could tell mum was listening to what I wanted to say. “I’m doing OK at school, so is Jake, we have friends… mum… I’m happy here… I thought you were too.”

“Si, I understand.” She paused and thought for a moment, “It was a big change coming here… and you two have adapted very well… which gives me confidence that you can do it again.” I think she could see I was getting a bit agitated with the way this was going. “However, I haven’t made a decision yet… so… there is no time set… no goodbyes to be made for the moment, and more importantly… you shouldn’t let it worry you.” She kissed me, tucked me in and turned off the light.

In the darkness I thought ‘how can I not worry?’ But, I turned onto my stomach and started that rubbing against the mattress that I so enjoyed. I thought about Kenny and his hug, I thought about Kenny and the kiss, I thought about Kenny… and soon I had that lovely feeling again. This time it felt like I’d done something in my pull-ups but I knew I hadn’t wet myself because there wasn’t that warmness when that happens, just a feeling of sleepiness.

***

At breakfast I asked mum if Kenny could come and have a sleepover that weekend but she said that she’d already agreed to Jake having one with a couple of his school friends. She said that another weekend would be fine though could I give her a few day’s notice as things were a ‘bit hectic’ for her at the moment. Jake had mentioned his sleepover a couple of days earlier but I had forgotten, probably because at the time I was more than a little self-absorbed. I suggested that the following weekend might be good, if it was alright with her, and she said that we should ‘pencil it in’.

At school I told Kenny this and he was quite excited at the prospect and we made plans for what we’d do at my house. I told him that I wasn’t sure if mum would be up for the ‘onesie’ night but he just smiled and said that he’d dreamed about us together several times now… and we’d already had our onesie nights then. He laughed and I was caught up in his total joy as we went into class. I noticed that he wasn’t wearing his usual thick diaper, and neither was I, but this was because we had a double period of gym and sometimes it can be a little mad in the locker room. I can’t tell you how often people have lost their underpants as kids pinch, hide or throw them up onto the lighting out of everyone’s reach. Diapers or pull-ups would be targeted in seconds, as both Kenny and I had experienced on a few occasions. If you were the victim it was awful but if you were the instigator (and sometimes we were) it was great fun.

***

Jake’s mates were Adam and Louis, both eight and both as energetic as my brother. When they arrived Friday evening with their backpacks and teddy bears I couldn’t get over how young they appeared but they were soon beating me on my Xbox and coming up with some fantastic games. Mum and auntie had their work cut out and I soon found myself immersed in their competitions/sports/stories. They jumped all over me and I found it quite difficult to beat them off. I didn’t want to hurt them but they didn’t seem to know the word ‘control’. They appeared to be pretty keen on ‘taking down’ (something that one of the characters on my Xbox game kept saying) each other as they play-fought and ran around like demented little demons. Jake was as bad as the others who, despite looking like little angels, could certainly pack a punch and be incredibly sneaky.

That night we had a tremendous thunder storm. The wind got up, the rain pounded the windows and the sound roared around the house. I could hear one of the boys crying in Jake’s room and seconds later my door burst open and three scared little boys trooped in and, following Jake’s lead, climbed into my bed. I’m not sure how I fitted them all in but Adam, who was crying jumped straight into my arms, so I hugged him and told him it was OK, I’d look after him, meanwhile, Jake and Louis both settled in behind me. I can’t pretend that the storm was easy for me but with all these little bodies to look after I thought it was my duty to keep them safe. Adam was still weary of the noise so I made up a little game for us all to play. We counted the seconds between the lightning and the thunder, we made up names for each flash, the sillier the name the less it scared the boys. Before long we couldn’t wait for the next flash just to see who could come up with the most ridiculous word.

Adam had stopped crying but was hugging me like his life depended on it and I could tell that the little fellow was wearing thick pull-ups under his shorty PJs. For some reason I liked him even more at that point and when he turned over his padded little bottom fitted snugly against my groin… it was almost like having Kenny back. Like me, Louis wore t-shirt and boxers, while Jake was in his new racing car themed PJs, but all of them, although nervous to begin with, were settling down as the storm passed.

***

To be honest I slept fitfully. The boys constantly kicked and turned in their sleep but I didn’t feel I could send them back to Jake’s room as it would have meant waking them up. Still, having Adam to hug was nice and I noticed that Jake was hugging Louis and I smiled at the thought that their teddy bears would be sad at missing out on all this cuddling.

At around 6.30 Jake and Louis were up and playing on my Xbox, they were trying to be considerate and quiet but the excitement of the game had them whooping in delight. Meanwhile, I had the very sleepy head of Adam lying on my chest and his arms were wrapped around my hips… he wasn’t going to let me go anytime soon.

Mum came in and said that she’d just been to Jake’s room and wondered where everyone had gone. In between scoring extra points Jake said that the storm had scared them and they’d hid from it with me. Mum nodded, “You’ve always done that. Were Louis and Ad…” She saw that Adam was clutching on to me for dear life. “Oh, I think he found somewhere safe,” she gave me an understanding smile and said that she hoped they weren’t too much trouble. What could I say, we’d all gotten through the night one way or another and the boys were happy.

Mum went off to prepare some breakfast and I tried to rouse Adam. He sleepily looked at me as I quietly tried to get him up. He seemed a little bit disorientated but slowly came around though I could now feel that the little fellow had wet himself at some point. He wasn’t sodden but I could feel his pull-up through his PJs was a little bit damp. I pulled back the bedclothes and as Jake and Louis continued their game, I led Adam to the bathroom.

***

Adam was looking a bit sad and ashamed as he stood feeling guilty about his wet pants but I just told him not to worry, it happens to everybody. I’m not sure he believed me as he kept staring at the floor and swaying his hips. I asked him if he wanted me to change him but he just shook his head. I asked him if he needed anything from his backpack and he nodded. So, after I’d set the shower for him and tried to reassure him that he’d done nothing wrong I went and retrieved his backpack.

When I returned he was still under the gentle warm spray I had set. I put out a towel and got his t-shirt and shorts ready. I could see he had his Thomas the Tank Engine briefs so put them out as well then, noticing his PJs and damp pull-ups were on the floor, like others had done for me in the past, I just scooped them up and took them away.

I put his damp PJs in the airing cupboard and having noticed he had no other pull-ups in his pack, decided he could have a pair of mine, if, come night time, he felt he needed them.

Saturday was even more hectic and I don’t think any of us got more than a few moments peace before we were catapulted into another game, or I was recruited into another mission. The night before mum and auntie had decided on pitching a tent out in the back garden but the storm had made everything very muddy so that idea was dropped. Mum came up with the suggestion to have a baking competition and despite a certain lack of enthusiasm to begin with, it proved a huge success once they could taste their creations. At one point, I watched Adam in deep concentration as he added the finishing flourishes to one of his cupcakes. Once he was convinced he’d made it as special as he could he brought it over and gave it to me. I was overwhelmed but he shyly said “Thank you” and ran off to join then others.

***

Despite having to spend most of the day playing indoors, everyone was pretty worn out by the time bedtime came around. We’d all sat and watched a Disney DVD as we ate snacks for supper and it was later than usual when mum declared it was time for bed. I went and retrieved Adams PJs and, as I’d planned, added my own pull-up to the pile just in case he wanted that extra bit of protection. While Jake and Louis were in the bathroom he quickly changed and I noticed he had slipped the gift on and was ready when the other two returned. Mum made sure he washed and brushed his teeth and I could tell he seemed happier in his padded comfort.

When I got to bed I thought about how sweet Adam had been and, in what might have been a gesture of ‘team spirit’, I also wore one of my pull-ups and plastic pants under my boxers. I briefly thought about the possibility of the boys joining me in bed again but I wasn’t worried if they knew what I was wearing. In fact, since Kenny and I had had our talk about the bully, and mum and auntie had been so supportive, I wasn’t bothered who knew about my diaper wearing exploits. That night I wished I had Kenny, or Adam, to cuddle before I turned over and gently rubbed myself against the mattress until I dropped off to a very deep sleep.

This story is written by Les Lea

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Chapter 10

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Kenny Part 7

This story is written by Les Lea

Mum woke me for school in the morning. Still half asleep I wasn’t fully aware of what I was wearing but I knew I’d had a rough night. To begin with I could still detect the aroma of mum’s baking session, the sweet warm smell being very comforting. However, there was a distant-dream at the back of my mind that had disturbed me but I couldn’t quite remember any of the details. Still, once the drowsiness had lifted and I grasped I was in my own room, in my own bed, my unintentionally exploring fingers made me realise that underneath the smooth rubber… I’d wet myself. I gave a huge sigh of resignation just as mum came in to make sure I was up and I recognised another, not so delicious, aroma.

As I sat with my legs dangling over the bedside she could see the slight pained expression on my face and, typical of mum, had deduced the problem.

“Are you wet?”

I gave her a self-conscious nod and she came over and sat by me. I’m sure the smell alerted her to just how big the problem was.

“I had a terrible dream…” she hugged me close, “I guess I must have been scared.” I reasoned. “I’m sorry mum… it won’t happen again… I promise.”

At that moment Jake appeared at the door. Not being awake when I arrived home he wanted to know all about my weekend and to tell me about his sleepover. He saw me sat there in thick rubber pants and mum hugging me… the tears in my eyes were through sheer embarrassment, although now my younger brother knew about my soiled diaper I felt even more humiliated.

***

After being comforted by mum for a while I eventually went to the bathroom to remove my night time protection. At least the bed hadn’t been ruined so I felt some relief that mum didn’t have to do any special washing. I slipped out of my rubber pants, pulled off the nasty disposable and climbed into the shower. As I let the soothing spray ease my shame mum came in, gathered up the mess and removed it without me being conscious that she’d even been in the room.

As she did every day, mum had got my school uniform ready. My shirt was ironed, my shorts pressed, my tie pre-tied and my blazer checked and sponged clean of any stains, it was all waiting on the chair next to my desk. She had put my underpants on top of the pile, as they are the first things I climb into when getting dressed. I paused a moment, wondering if I wasn’t taking too much of a chance about not having any more accidents. I knew the odds of me wetting at school were minimal but… my confidence had suffered a serious blow and I didn’t want to take any risks. I knew I didn’t have any diapers left but none-the-less I checked my secret hiding place (where I’d hidden Kenny’s wet diaper all that time ago) just to make sure I hadn’t missed any he’d bequeathed on that visit. I knew I had secretly used them already, so it was silly to check but, and I don’t know why I had this need, I thought it would be safer to wear a diaper to school. I went over to my underwear drawer and thought about putting several pairs of those on over each other. To my surprise mum had washed and dried my plastic pants from my dirty accident a few days earlier and had put them away with the rest of my briefs.

I wasn’t sure what to make of this turn of events except, well, to be truthful, I was so happy to see them there and thankful that mum hadn’t just thrown them away in error… or disgust. I thought perhaps she knew I wanted to keep them but at that moment, all I really knew was that I’d put a couple of extra pairs of undies on and then wear the plastic pants over them… that way… I’d feel relatively protected and safe.

Sat at the breakfast table eating my cereal I could hear a slight rustling every time I moved but neither mum nor Jake seemed to pick up on it. I thought I might just get away with it.

***

It felt strange. Well it felt tight really. The extra briefs I was wearing, topped by my plastic pants made me constantly aware that I had added this protection because I was terrified of wetting myself in public. I know I’d only accidentally done so a couple of times so far but I didn’t want it to happen again and until I was more confident of my bladder, I wanted to take this simple precaution. However, Kenny was in class and he was back in diapers, I could see the bulge under his shorts and when he bent down or over to do something, his plastic pants were very obvious. I didn’t realise how obvious mine were until Gregg Wilson poked his finger up my shorts leg hole, hooked it under the elastic cuff of my plastic pants and pulled at the slippery material. He laughed as he exposed my not so secure security revealing to all part at least of what I was wearing.

As I flushed a deep shade of red, Miss Pendle told Gregg off saying that we (that meant all the children in class) don’t go around trying to embarrass other pupils. However, the cat was out of the bag (a saying I’d heard my mum use) so there was no point in denying it I just had to battle through any ridicule or insults. It didn’t happen. Kenny came and put a comforting arm around my shoulder and there was a general hiss of annoyance at Gregg’s actions. I couldn’t believe it. In fact, more boys were offering their support and it was Gregg that was teased. He didn’t take it very well and started to cry his apologies but he was, well at least until the lunch break, the one made to feel embarrassed.

At lunch I told Kenny what had happened that night and how I’d had a bad dream, which had ended up with my ‘accident’. I explained that, as I didn’t have any disposables left I had to make do as best I could. As we walked to the lunchroom together I could hear both of us softly rustling in our plastic pants. I felt really close to my best friend again, we now had this connection and, perhaps oddly enough, I would have been just as happy with more bulk on show like he had. As I told him of my search that morning for protection he nodded in agreement, smiled then tucked into his lunchbox and produced a couple of cookies.

“Your mummy makes the best cookies,” and he handed me one. “I ate two this morning at breakfast, even mummy and daddy had some, and they loved them as well.”

As I took the one offered the memory of my dream came flooding back.

***

I was in what appeared to be a hospital. It was a circular room and there were beds all around, like a clock face. The beds had people from the lake in them, well the kids at least. Buddy and Tim and another I couldn’t quite identify were face-down, naked and with the bottoms looking very red as if they had received a very harsh spanking. All the other kids were facing upwards and were naked apart from wearing huge diapers and blue plastic ruffled pants. Everyone was stuck, they couldn’t move, though I didn’t know if they were tied down or if something else was holding them, but all they could do was move their heads. Faceless nurses came in and gave every one a cookie and a bottle of warm milk, which they had to suck like a baby because they couldn’t move their arms. Meanwhile, Buddy, Tim and the other boy had their spanking resumed, so no cookies for them. As the nurses fed all the other patients the milk and cookies, I was left on my own with a blue pacifier stuck in my mouth, which for some reason, as I took in the scene, I was sucking on furiously.

I was wearing a blue short-legged onesie (but it didn’t have a duck like the one Kenny had dreamed about), it was however, very tight around my crotch. I could see a huge bulging diaper, which was covered by a pair of enormous plastic pants with cartoon characters all over them. I realised they were the same style as the toddler by the lake had worn. However, these were massive and obvious because the onesie, which was fastened between my legs, pulled it up and that just emphasised how colossal my padding was. Then Kenny arrived, wearing a white footed onesie that made him look like a rabbit. He had a huge cookie in his hand and he was offering it to me.

I guess that was the trigger to my memory.

The problem was, as I ate the cookie it got bigger and bigger but I had to keep eating it. The baby bottle full of warm milk I was sucking on between each bite was also getting larger and my belly was getting fit to burst. Kenny was insisting that I finish it up so we could go and play, but my belly began to cramp and I could think of only one-way to ease the pain. I reluctantly did a giant poop. The relief was fantastic and it seemed to release all the other patients from their immobility and they walked… or more precise… faded away. However, the bulging diaper had also expanded and I was worried about how I would be able to walk, never mind play out, with Kenny. He was telling me not to worry, it would all be OK and that we would have some fun at school…

A distant command to wake-up…time for school, brought me out of the hospital and into my own bed.

***

Kenny didn’t seem put off by my dream. As we munched on our cookies he tried to help me understand it. Well, understand is perhaps too big an idea, he suggested possible reasons for it. The weekend had been full of experiences and events, the like of which had never happened to me before. The biggest thing in my past was the actual move we’d made for my mum’s job. I did find that a bit traumatic, especially the new school with the uniform and all its rules, but it hadn’t given me nightmares or even a dream of any kind.

It was terrific listening to Kenny, he was full of ideas, and sat next to him, with our bare knees touching and knowing we were both wearing our protection, his more so, lifted my previous feelings of embarrassment completely. As always, when I see his diaper I just want to touch, stroke and feel its bulk and get a thrill from fondling his silky plastic pants. As he talked I tentatively ran my fingers up the leg of his shorts and tickled his inner thigh, whilst also stroking the plastic cuff. He spread his legs a little wider to give me better access but carried on talking about all the possibilities… as he saw them.

All too soon we were back in class but, joy of joy, I got my first straight ‘A’ for my composition “A Fantastic Weekend” that I’d written that morning. Miss Pendle liked it so much she asked me to read it out and because I was so proud of what Kenny and I had done, I lost all my natural shyness to address the class and happily shared our experience with them all. It was great to see 20 faces all taking an interest in what we’d done. The fact that I was standing in my school shorts and they all knew about my plastic pants didn’t seem to make any difference, and the occasional comment of “wow”, “fantastic” or just the sound of an intake of breath from my audience (and the appreciative smile from Kenny because he was mentioned all the time) filled me full of a confidence I didn’t know I had. I even got some applause when I finished… though I didn’t mention in my story what we’d had to wear to sleep in.

***

School was actually proving really good for me. At my other one I’d not been a very successful student and (according to the teacher’s report to my mum on Parent’s Evening) my early grades were very poor. So, when I got home with an ‘A’ on my story my mum was so pleased she put it up on the fridge as a reminder. In fact, during my relatively short time at Oakland, my grades had improved dramatically and I was now, like Kenny, in the top stream.

Once home I stripped out of my uniform and, as we were still experiencing a warm spell, slipped into my thin white gym shorts and t-shirt. I put my layers of underpants to wash and returned the plastic pants to the drawer. Over our evening meal, which consisted of some of mum’s fantastic cooking, I read my ‘A’ rated masterpiece to my audience of two and again it was received very well. I know mum is a fabulous baker but somehow, because there was praise from Kenny and his family, it all tasted so much better and I was full of compliments for mum’s efforts. Jake seemed to have forgotten about his sleepover as he bombarded me with questions about the lake. He tried to make mum promise that we’d all go up to stay sometime soon. Mum nodded and said it was a great idea and that we probably would manage it … at some point. This seemed good enough for Jake and he came to my room to find out more of what to expect… ‘Did I think they’d have fireworks?’… ‘Did I think the jets would be still around?’ The questions were almost nonstop until mum, said it was time for bed.

***

She took Jake off to the bathroom to supervise his washing and teeth cleaning regime; sometimes he was very sparse with his toothbrush and even less thorough with the wash-cloth. Once he was ready and in his PJs, like she does for me, she organise his school clothes so that there was no last minute panic in the morning. Once she’d settled and kissed him goodnight she came in to me and said she thought we should ‘talk’. I was immediately apprehensive and felt a chill run up my back.

She told me she’d been speaking to Mrs Morrison about the trip and they’d talked about the protection Kenny and I had worn on a night. She saw the worried look on my face so put her arm around my shoulders to comfort me. I couldn’t look her straight in the face as I realised what I thought was a secret was now known to everyone… everyone being my mum. She tried to keep the conversation light but with each mention of the thick fabric diapers and rubber pants, my eyes became fascinated by what was on the ground. Even my bare toes appeared to be curling up in shame.

Mum, as always, was fantastic. She saw what had happened as a sensible precaution and that I should have nothing to worry about but she wanted to know if I was happy wearing such things. I was reluctant to admit anything but I eventually nodded and sobbed with relief. Mum held me tightly and said:

“In that case… I have something for you… should you decide it’s something you want to do.”

Mum took my hand and we moved over to my big closet. She opened it up and there was a huge package on one of the shelves. She asked me to open it. It was a pack of pull-ups for older boys. I didn’t know what to say. Part of me wanted to reject the idea of going back into such childish items of underwear, whilst the other side of me desperately wanted to slip straight into a pair.

Mum said that after the morning’s ‘messy’ experience she had sought some advice from Kenny’s mother and she had suggested that I be given free rein to choose for myself what I wanted to do… if ‘indeed anything’. Mum made it clear that she wasn’t forcing anything on me but, as she noticed the plastic pants missing, and had realised I was wearing more underwear than usual that morning that perhaps, just perhaps, I was worrying over something that I need not have to.

***

I cried. Mum was so loving and understanding. She wasn’t angry, she didn’t think there was something wrong with me, she just… knew. I was so grateful to her right then and sobbed in gratitude and, I suppose, relief. She held me close stroking my hair and let me get my young emotions under control before she said that I should get ready for bed. I felt worn out and was desperately in need of sleep but she left my room, letting me decide for myself what I thought I needed to wear.

I toyed with just wearing my usual t-shirt and boxers, did I really want to be wearing pull-ups, would I be admitting to something I wasn’t ready to admit to? These were questions I was afraid to answer, however, I pulled apart the folded pull-up, it had a cartoon racing car on the front, and examined it.
It appeared to be thinner than the disposables I’d worn and considerably thinner than the fabric diaper I’d worn at the lake. I slipped it on and looked at myself in the mirror. Although it was slightly bulkier than my briefs, they looked just the same. I thought that I could wear these to school if I had to and no one would know but I realised that if I did have another accident, on the scale of my last one, these wouldn’t help much.

I was feeling sleepy so I just pulled my plastic pants over them and crawled into bed, I didn’t even bother with my boxers.

***
In the morning I was horrified – I’d done it again. Despite my promise to mum that I wouldn’t, my pull-up was soaked and messy and the plastic pants had offered little protection. My bed was in a state and I couldn’t blame it on a nightmare because I couldn’t remember having one, I must have just… done it. I knew I couldn’t hide it from mum but I also had no idea how to tell her without alerting Jake to what had happened. I didn’t have to worry. Jake came into my room and, wrinkling his nose, wanted to know what the smell was. He called out to mum that “Simon’s pooped himself” and once she arrived he hung around in the doorway to see what would happen next.

Mum shook her head in disbelief although she could see that I’d taken some kind of precaution but that the pull-ups weren’t going to be good enough for such accidents. Jake was standing in his shorty PJs and didn’t quite know what to make of his older brother covered in poop and crying about it. Mum told him to go and get ready for school but he was fascinated at what had happened. Mum insisted that he “move or else”, which sent him scurrying off, but she appeared to be at a loss as to what to do next.

I didn’t help as I was lost in sobbing and in my apparent disgrace – I had done something which I hadn’t since I was a baby and failed at being her grown-up son. As I cried I wondered if it was something I’d ‘caught’ from Kenny. Was I now going to be a big baby, wondering around in diapers and protective pants for the rest of my life? What was I to do?

***

Jake had to catch the school bus on his own, with a stern warning from mum not to speak or discuss what had happened to me with anyone… not even a teacher. She put in a call to school telling them I was unwell and that she was keeping me home and then put a call in to Kenny’s mum. I didn’t hear all the conversation, just little bits from what mum said but I could tell mum was worried.

It was lucky that Mrs Morrison was on late shift that day and came round to help mum with me. She brought diapers, disposables, plastic and rubber pants and an assortment of lotions, creams and powders and set them out in the living room. Although mum had cleaned me up before she arrived, I was sitting at the table in my boxers and t-shirt terrified I might wet or poop again. Mum could see the worry on my face and my constant apologising at putting her out and missing work didn’t seem to be helping.

Mum and Mrs Morrison decided that to help allay my obvious distress I should be put into a thick cloth diaper and heavy duty rubber pants, just so I would stop worrying (and in case the worst happened). Of course Mrs Morrison had changed me recently and wouldn’t have batted an eyelid at doing so again but she obviously didn’t think it was her place with my mum there. However, she encouraged mum to take charge and to get on with the job in hand. As usual, mum was very cheery as she stripped me out of my clothes, wiped and oiled the relative part of my body and then jokingly sprinkled loads of powder all around it. Mrs Morrison passed her a thick cloth diaper and within seconds I was tightly pinned in and covered in a substantial pair of rubber pants. Strangely, I did feel less panicky once I was dressed that way and felt able to move about the house. I went to my room to play, whilst the two women in my life discussed what was to be done.

Again, I wasn’t in the room for that conversation but, after about two hours, Mrs Morrison left and mum gave the impression of being a bit more certain about what was to be done. I waved Kenny’s mum off and she told me that he’d call me when he got home from school. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to know but I suppose he (and the Morrisons) had become like family, so maybe there was no need for secrets.

***

The rest of the day passed without incident; mum worked at her desk, while I played on my Xbox in my room or watched TV. The thick diaper was a constant reminder of what I’d done but even the bulk between my legs that hindered my walking… or cute waddle as mum put it (I think she was trying make the experience easier for me to cope with) didn’t depress me like I imagined it would. I suppose in some way the experience of having to wear such thick diapers and pants up at the lake had prepared me for just this event. I did feel a lot safer knowing that if I did have an accident… it would all be contained… and that was a relief.

In fact, suddenly I realised what Kenny had been telling me; that all the extra care was really very nice. The hugs, the cleaning, the kisses, the constant attention and words of approval, I could happily get used to. What I looked like mattered less and I found more and more comfort dressed in my diaper, which was probably just as well as I couldn’t find any of my pants or shorts with enough room to contain it all. The bulk I could see in a positive way, the texture of the rubber I enjoyed getting used to and my mum looking at me with concern but love in her eyes… made me very grateful.

This story is written by Les Lea

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Chapter 6

Chapter 8

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A day at the beach

 A day at the beachCommission done for stalleques of their characters exploring the fun world of beach shop clothes hunting and finding something properly embarrassing for the lil pony hoss to clop around in.

Order by stalleques

Draw and above text by jimmy_rumshot

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/31329895/

It sure seems like that beach shop had the perfect blushing items. Looks like someone going to have a pretty embarrassing time at the beach today :(

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Everyone Gets a Whoopin

Everyone Gets a Whoopin
Every cub knew that what they were doing was wrong and they continued to do it. As a result, every cub was spanked with the implement they feared most. Tobi was laid on the changing table and spanked with the wooden spoon from his mother. The twins were spanked over their mother’s lap with the furbrush. Lexi was paddled by her father and Ricky got spanked with the belt from his father. Lexi and Ricky were given extra swats since they were supposed to be watching the little ones and not join in on their craziness.

Order and above text by tugscarebear

Draw by tato

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30796860/

Looks like everyone is getting what they deserve here a massive spanking :(

Get they all regret now that they made such mess in the living room.

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What a Mess!

What a Mess!

Kyle’s family was invited to go over to Caiden’s house for dinner on account that they haven’t seen each other in a while. Pam loaded up her eldest and the twins in the car and they drove over to Caiden’s house. They arrived and the cubs embraced their cousins and immediately ran off to go play. However; right before Lexi and Ricky could run off, they were stopped by their parents. Over the last few weeks, their parents have given them more responsibility and privileges since they were the older cubs. They were instructed to watch the little ones and make sure they stay out of trouble. The older two cubs acknowledged and were released to go play. Their parents still expected some chaos, so they weren’t looking for Lexi and Ricky to be the perfect role models. They were just wanting them to take some more responsibility. The adults went into the kitchen while the cubs played in the living room. Time went by and the adults could hear the cubs running around, but attributed it to nothing more than cubs being cubs. After about 15 minutes, Kira walked in and quickly called the other parents. The other adults followed and were in shock at what they were looking at. There was a huge mess! The twins were tearing up work papers, Tobi was coloring on the walls in marker, and the older two somehow got a hold or mustard and ketchup bottles and were spraying each other around the room. On top of that, the hose from the backyard was flowing into the living room and the tv was broken. Caiden quickly went and turned off the hose while the other parents stopped the cubs and corralled them. The adult sternly lectured them and asked them what happened. There were multiple explanations, but it came down to the little ones were getting into things and making a mess and the older cubs let it happen and even joined in. Their parents were not happy…

Order and above text by tugscarebear

Draw by tato

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30796980/

The cub sure is in allot of trouble when they have been this naughty and sure mad a pretty big mess in the living room.

I bet there buts going to get one massive spanking pretty soon.

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Nock got Stuck Again

Nock got Stuck AgainAllison warned Nock that he’d get stuck if he tried to get in the baby swing. Now half the playground knows he’s wearing pull-ups!

Order by Aito

Draw and above text by Blankie

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/full/30688293/

Maybe he should have listing on the advice that Allison told him about. Then your pull ups maybe not should have been on display for everyone in the playground :(

We sure needs to hope that no one notes this :)

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Pichu Pull ups

Pichu Pull upsNever trust anonymilk when he offers you free pull ups ;//^//;

It’s so weird being this close to the ground!

Order by anonymilk

Draw by Boredomwithfriends

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30686587/

Looks like we are going to see some cute Pichu waddling around here :)

They sure going to have little difficult to walk whit this thick diaper that they are wearing.

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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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