Mommies and Daddies

Chapter 9: Bullshirt Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 2 - Anger – LittleFallenPrincess     “Sister…” “Brother…” Well that was more civil than I was expecting. I was expecting Michael to start throwing slurs or insults at me before I had even sat down, but here we are, sitting across from each other, with Gabriel on his side of the booth, and not a single nasty thing has been said. I mean… two words is a lot. So many insults can be fit into two words. Or at least I could do it, I’m not sure his angelic brain could even muster some half decent insults. “So… Michael…” Gabriel began, trying to break the awkward silence after we so pleasantly greeted each other. “You said you had an important matter to discuss with me. One that involved our sister. What is it?” he asked, sounding rather pissed. But then that’s his usual state. “Well I guess we’ll just get straight to it then…” It was at that point that the familiar messy blonde bun appeared to my side, along with those beautiful blue eyes of hers that you could lose yourself in. Pulling her notepad out of her apron pocket, Teles waited for a moment of silence before opening her mouth. “Don’t get many angels in here these days. What can I get for you three? Would you like to hear about the vegan specials?” It’s often thought that angels are vegan because… well… I guess that would be obvious. But in reality, they don’t give a fuck what they eat. They don’t need to eat, they gain no sustenance from it, unlike demons and every other living creature. And I guess unliving too, given that technically vampires and zombies need to eat too. So angels eat for pleasure, wanting to sample any good cuisine in the search for pleasure. They don’t try to be good about what they eat either, as long as they enjoy it. “I’ll have a steak sandwich please,” Michael ordered. “Medium rare. Salad on the side. No chips. And a black coffee.” “I’d like the chicken salad, please. And strawberry tea,” Gabriel ordered next. Then Teles turned her attention to me. “And you, Mis- Oh Nia! I didn’t recognise you!” “Hi Teles,” I replied, awkwardly. “You seem different… weird… anyway hun, it’s been a while! What can I get you? Your usual?” “Please, gorgeous.” “You know that silver tongue of yours won’t get extra chips. Plus don’t you have a fiance?” “And that fiance knows I love extra chips…” I replied, grinning innocently at her. “You’re lucky you’re actually so sweet, despite being a demon. Fine. Extra chips.” I squealed internally, avoiding showing my childish joy in front of my siblings, who were dumbstruck by how informally I was talking to Teles. And once Teles was out of earshot, off to prepare our food, Gabe looked at me… clearly she had thoughts she wanted to share. “Go on… what’s up?” I sighed. “How do you know the siren so well?” “Do you have to flirt with her? She’s a siren. And a waitress,” Michael said, rolling his eyes at me, showing his bigotry. “Look, Teles is lovely. She owns this cafe, and I’ve been coming here with my friends for a while now. And I flirt with her because it makes her feel good. And she deserves to feel good.” “So it has nothing to do with… ‘extra chips’?” Michael scoffed. “I don’t care if I get them or not. See, Michael, I do things to make people feel good. It’s called being a-” “Succubus. Deviant. Whore.” “-Nice person. Jackass.” “No, I'm pretty sure I was more accurate…” Oh boy… this was going to be a long lunch. Or a very short one if I give in to the urge and punch his smug little angelic mouth. “She’s not a succubus anymore…” Gabe interrupted. Wait… I’m not? Since when? Vic would disagree, seeing as I happily sucked the life force from her last night… “Huh?” Michael replied. “That’s what I wanted you to be here for. Nia… is changing.” “Changing how?” “Back into an angel.” “Bullshirt.” “No, seriously. She’s got her wings back and everything.” “You’re… an angel again?” Michael turned to ask me, finally involving me in their own little back and forth discussion. I felt like a deer in headlights right now. I felt like I had just walked in front of a class stark naked, about to present a slideshow. I felt… like I was in danger. “Kinda?” was my extremely thought out, very careful reply. “Rubbish. I know she got some of her memories back, but there’s no way she’s one of us again. Even if she’s got some filthy black wings like our sister.” “See, Gabe? This is what I mean. He still sees it as us and them. Angels and demons. The pure and the corrupt.” “Am I wrong? You are a demon, after all.” “I don’t know what the fuck I am anymore, thanks to Dad. Am I an angel? Am I a demon? Fuck knows! All I know is that our father cursed me with this and I am having to put up with your holier than thou bullshit…” I emphasised the last word there, making it clear to him that I wasn’t scared to actually swear. “...all so I can get some fucking answers.” “You’re an abomination, that’s what you are.” Fork. Meet my brother’s eye. Repeatedly. No. Nia. Don’t stoop to the level he thinks you’re at. Be better than him. Even if his smug face deserves to have a toaster thrown at it. “That makes me a hell of a lot better than you, at least.” I think Teles could tell something was going to happen soon between my brother and I, as she came over quickly with our drinks. “I’d like to inform you of rule 8…” she began, handing out drinks. “No fighting. Don’t think I won’t siren song you to make you behave.” “You mess with my mind, witch, and I will destroy you and your little cafe…” Michael growled, defensively. Okay… now it was getting bad. I don’t mind him threatening me. But not my friends. So I shot up, unfurled my wings, then used my left one to pin him back against the booth seat, pressing against his neck. I don’t know what surprised him more, that ‘sweet little Nia’ had finally fought back… or that my wings actually were white, unlike Lucifer’s. “I…” “Look. Michael. Do not threaten my friend. I came here to ask for help. I didn’t come here to have you slag me off and threaten my friends. If you don’t want to help, that’s fine. Just leave quietly. But if you as so much lift your little fucking finger against anyone, I will make sure I send you back up to Heaven in a much more expedient manner…” “You wouldn’t-” “Wouldn’t I? I went to fucking Hell to save my fiance. I broke Dad’s curse. It will require no effort to break you. Remember, dear brother… you sat in Heaven, getting soft. I fought in Hell. I got stronger. And now I’m apparently half angel too. So back. The fuck. Off.” Michael stared at me with pure hatred in his eyes… but then he took another look at the wings before rolling his eyes and nodding. “Fine. I’ll play nice. For now.” I pulled my wing back, before slipping both of them out of existence… then realised I may have just ‘flashed’ everyone in here. Fuck. Looks like my secret is out. “Nia… I thought we were keeping the wings a secret?” Gabe asked. That’s when Teles, the real fucking angel told us to plug our ears, then turned to the rest of the cafe. “Everyone… you will forget what just happened.” “Did… did you just siren-song everyone to forget?” I asked. “I assume you don’t want your fiance knowing about your little wings situation?” she replied. “I… umm…” “Look, Victoria will never let it rest if she finds out and it will eat away at her. So fine. You get this one pass from me. I won’t say anything to anyone. But you need to take better care at keeping your secret.” “Thanks, Teles.” “Right. I’ll be back soon with your food.”   “So… go on. What do you want help with?” Michael asked, sounding pissed that he had lost our little argument. “She wants to know if you know anything else about this curse that we don’t already know about. Seeing as you’re Dad’s favourite and all…” Gabe asked, putting it a lot nicer than I ever would have. I would’ve definitely used the words ‘suck up’, called Dad a bastard, and probably thrown a bunch of expletives in there just for good measure. So maybe it’s good that Gabriel did the talking. “The curse? I’m sorry, I don’t know anything about it. Dad put it on all of you after you rebelled and were exiled from Heaven, cast down to Hell.” “Bullshit. You are Daddy’s favourite. He must have told you something,” I growled at my brother. “Nia. Dad cast it on you all for a reason. Lucifer got to watch you all become demons and forget your lives as angels. She got her black wings as a reminder she can’t escape from her fate, even if she leaves Hell. Our other siblings, the ones who are still demons, will likely never break free from their curse. You… you are an anomaly. I never thought any of you would break the curse. It’s been millenia. I don’t think Dad believed any of you could break the curse either, as he never discussed any potential cure or fix or a possibility that you and our demonic siblings would ever return to Heaven. I’m sorry, Nia, but I know just as much as you do about your current situation.” I wanted to punch him in his smug mouth still. But I could tell he wasn’t lying. “Look, Nia… I’m just going to give you my opinion. This may not be the case, or it may be… but maybe this is just your curse slowly being removed? Give it another few months and you’ll be just like us again, no demonic taint left in you. Maybe it’s as simple as that? Maybe this is just what happens when the curse is broken?” “Sorry, but I don’t believe that. This is Dad we’re talking about. His curses are removed instantly. Always have. He’s an impatient dick, he doesn’t want to see results over months, he wants to see stuff happen and he wants it immediately. There is no way he would program this curse to take months for me to regain my memories, months for my body to transform. My demon side would have gone completely. I wouldn’t be stuck in this weird limbo.” “She has a point. Dad has always been someone who preferred direct action,” replied Gabriel. “Usually. But what you did, rebelling against him like that… it broke his heart,” Michael shrugged. “Bullshit,” I snapped at him. “He never cared about me. Or Lucifer. Or any of our siblings. He just wanted to show off his power to keep everyone in line. Please don’t talk about our father in a way that makes him out to actually care about his kids. Let’s call him what he is… a bad father.” I could see Michael wanted to fight me on that point, but he was holding his tongue. “Look, agree to disagree. But I don’t have any answers for you right now. Sorry, Nia. You’re just going to have to wait and see how this progresses. There’s nothing I can do.” I sighed, feeling hopeless about it all. Michael was my best shot at figuring out what was going on with me. And even he can’t help. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to help, he just genuinely doesn’t know anything. And a minute or so passed as we sat in silence, very awkwardly avoiding eye contact between the three of us whilst we waited for our food. “I… umm…” Gabriel began, as I expected eventually. She always hated awkward silences. “I’m going to go ask if I can get some chips with my salad, I’ll be right back…” Gabe shuffled out of the booth and walked off towards the counter, leaving Michael and I alone in silence. But as soon as she was gone, Michael looked around, before reaching forward and grabbing my hand. “Nia. I need help,” he said, looking genuinely scared, something I have never ever seen from him in all my years of existence. “Huh?” “I need your help. Please.” “Are you okay? I didn’t hit you too hard, did I? My brother would never ask for help from me… especially now I’m a demon. Or part demon anyway.” “Nia, I’m serious. I need your help with a very discreet matter. I’m sorry I had to appear like a… butthole… but I can’t let anyone suspect anything is different with me.” “Stop fucking with me, Michael.” “I’m not. I promise. Nia… I need help and I genuinely don’t know who to turn to. You’re my best option. If you help… I’ll… I know who may be able to help with your curse stuff.” “Who?” “Promise me first.” “What?” “Promise me you’ll help. I know you. You would never willingly break a promise. You’re like Lucifer. Promise me and I’ll tell you who may be able to help.” “Fine. I promise. Now tell me who can help me!” “I’ll come find you in a few days. And remember… don’t tell anyone. I can’t have anyone knowing anything about my problem.” “I told you, fine! I’ll help you! Just tell me what I want to know,” I replied, rather angrily. “Mum. She’ll know what’s going on with you.” “Mum? You mean the mother I haven’t seen in millenia? Since just before the fall?” “Exactly.” “And how am I supposed to find our mother, who has managed to keep her existence a secret from everyone, including her own children? She disappeared after the fall, right?” “...I can get a message to her.” “How?” “Can’t say. But I’ll get in touch with her. Just… please make sure you help m-” It was at that point that Gabriel returned, sliding into the booth, causing Michael to back off and go back to looking like the dick he was previously acting like.   I don’t know what I’ve got myself into promising my help to my brother like that… but if he can get me in touch with Mum again…           ===================================================== If you want to read a month in advance (that's 8 chapters), or just want to support me and my writing, you can do so through Subscribestar! 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Auch wenn wir Besuch hatten band meine Stiefmutter mir Windeln um und zog mir eine Gummihose an. Als ich 8 war durfte ich zu Hause nur Gummihosen tragen. Das konnten natürlich alle Besucher sehen. Das war mir aber egal.

A bumper final update for Richy as he goes home from the playground and we find out what life will look like moving forwards for him. ---  I am only able to write as much as I do thanks to the generosity and support of my subscribers. Writing is my only source of income and it is because of these people that I am able to do that. It allows me to keep the lights on and puts food in my fridge. My subscribers get early access to all my stories, and access to around 30 EXCLUSIVE stories that are only available for my subscribers along with other benefits. If you are interested in supporting me and getting these benefits please consider checking out one of my subscriber pages. Thank you ❤️  https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy ---  Richy just couldn’t get over that the person he had been talking to in the sandpit had been his best friend’s sister. Maybe Troy was right, perhaps his lack of interest in others when he had some degree of independence had contributed to his designation. Richy realised he was still staring at Jess who seemed increasingly uncomfortable, he quickly looked away. There was an uncomfortable silence. It was particularly difficult for Richy who knew Troy was still looking at him even as he went to stand behind his sister’s swing. “Sorry about that, Richy, it was important.” Kate was walking back over and putting her phone back in her pocket. She must’ve then seen Troy behind Jess, “Oh, hold on, you look familiar...” Richy ducked his head in embarrassment. He could see Jess was now moving back and forth as she was pushed by her brother, she seemed equally embarrassed to be there. Richy found himself thinking “you’ll get used to it…” which was unfair, he never had after all. “Nice to see you, Kate.” Troy said. “I’m sorry, do I… Wait, I remember you!” Kate was behind Richy, he couldn’t see her face, but he could hear the recognition, “You’re Richy’s friend, right? Erm… Sorry, I don’t remember your name.” “Troy.” Troy said. “That’s it.” Kate chuckled, “Fancy running into you here. Is that your sister?” “Yep. Only recently designated and since I’m at home for a little bit I’ve become the de facto babysitter.” Troy laughed. Richy swung back and forth a little as his sister gave the seats small pushes. When he moved backwards through the air, he saw Jess moving forwards and vice versa. They were just like two little kids playing whilst the grown ups caught up with each other. He wanted to tune out the conversation between Troy and Kate, it wasn’t easy though, there wasn’t a lot of other things to focus on. “How’s it been going?” Kate asked, “I know the first few months can be rough.” “We’re getting there.” Troy replied, “We seem to be past the tantrum stage at least.” Richy risked a glance sideways just in time to see Jess moving forwards past him on the swing. Her lips were pursed and her face a deep red. Richy wished he could reach out to her and tell her not to worry, that tantrums were a very legitimate response to the unfair situation they found themselves in. Kate and Troy continued to chat away. They seemed to be getting on well, the conversation being mainly focused on, of course, the two big babies they were at the park with. At first, Richy was just a little annoyed that Troy was hanging around, he would’ve preferred them to leave and get the embarrassing situation over with. Then he felt a cold horror washing over him as he heard Troy laughing in a very specific way, he recognised that laugh from parties they’d both gone to together. “I remember you used to come round our house a lot.” Kate said to Troy. “Yeah, you never seemed to be around much though.” Troy replied. “I think Richy tried to hide me away. Too embarrassed by his little sister, I suppose.” Kate chuckled as she gave Richy’s swing another push. “Embarrassed by you? Impossible.” Troy said. “Well, believe it or not, I think Richy here thinks I’m “uncool.”” Katie continued. “No, that can’t be right.” Troy said, “You seem cool to me. Besides, who cares what a baby thinks?” Then the laugh. Troy’s not quite natural chuckling that he always had when he was interested in someone. Richy froze at almost the same moment as his bladder released. His diaper was already soaked as he felt fresh heat warming the inside of it. He hardly paid attention to that though; he was more concerned that his best friend was flirting with his sister! “You’re too kind.” Kate replied. Richy could hear the slight embarrassment in her voice. Dear God, she was actually responding to Troy. “Maybe we could get together one evening.” Troy suggested, “Share techniques for looking after the little ones over a drink or something.” Kate didn’t answer straight away. Richy felt the pool of urine in his diaper seem to grow in size as it struggled to find padding that could absorb it. He was silently begging his sister to turn Troy down. It would just be too humiliating and weird if they started seeing each other. Richy suddenly felt a cold wetness streak down his leg. He became aware that the warm puddle he was sat on was cooling quickly at the sides and knew that he was leaking. He had barely been thinking about himself, so focused on his sister and Troy, butt now his attention flew back to the now leaking diaper underneath him. He couldn’t do anything or go anywhere, he couldn’t even tell Kate what was happening, not when Jess was swinging back and forth next to him. “I’d like that.” Kate answered after a few seconds of apparent deliberation, “This Friday?” “Sounds good to me.” Troy replied, “I’ll pick you up from your place.” “It’s a date.” Kate said. “I was rather hoping so.” Troy said with another of those laughs. The ones spared only for the ladies, and that always seemed to get what he wanted. Richy was cringing from a mixture of what was happening behind him and the wetness on his legs. His eyes filled with tears and, before he knew it was coming, he was crying. Leaning forwards over the bar in front of him and covering his face with his hands as he sobbed. “Richy? What’s wrong?” Kate quickly stopped the swing, “Oh, baby, you’ve leaked.” Richy didn’t need to uncover his face to know that Jess was staring at him. For some reason it hurt more that the new adult baby saw him like this than it did Troy. He was unbuckled from the swing, and his hand was taken as he stumbled out of it. He could feel that the back of his shorts was soaked and now that he was standing up, wet streaks cascaded down his thighs and legs. “Oh, wow…” Troy’s voice came from behind Richy, and he sounded very uncomfortable to have witnessed the humiliation. “Come on, let’s get you changed.” Kate said as she started leading Richy towards the benches. Richy couldn’t bear to look behind him. He could feel the looks he was getting, from both Troy and Jess, but also from anyone else who could see him. He waddled along and did his best to hide his face from all the interested onlookers. He tried to stem the tears and sobs, but it was like they had to work their way out of him one way or another, each sob was like a little explosion that he couldn’t contain. “There’s a changing station just over here.” Kate said, “We’ll get you cleaned up in a jiffy.” Richy heard childish laughter from behind. He was sure it was directed at him. His frustration and embarrassment started to threaten to boil over. When he was treated like a baby so thoroughly by everyone around him it was difficult sometimes to be anything else, no matter how much he wanted to be. “It’s… It’s not fair!” Richy sobbed. “I know, baby.” Kate wasn’t really listening. At least that’s the way it seemed to Richy. The bathroom with the changing station was in the corner of the playground. Thankfully there wasn’t a queue, Kate pushed the door open and walked inside with Richy stumbling behind her. In next to no time, Richy’s clothes were off, and he was lying horizontally on the changing table. “Troy seems nice.” Kate said as she opened Richy’s diaper. Richy saw the way his sister gave a coy little smile, and he felt for a second like he was about to throw up. It was like he was watching a car crash happening in front of him. Two cars speeding into each other and all he could do was look on with horror. “Don’t go out with him…” Richy whined. “Why not?” Kate asked as she cleaned Richy up and dropped the diaper into the trash, “Does he treat women badly?” “What? No.” Richy had never heard anyone complaining about Troy. As far as he knew the man was a totally stand-up guy. “Then what’s wrong?” Kate asked. “It’s just… weird.” Richy said, “He was my best friend before designation.” “Oh, Richy…” Kate shook her head as she unzipped the diaper bag and pulled out a fresh disposable, “You know that nothing before designation really matters for you. I’m sorry, but things are very different now.” It was blunt but it was true. Richy sniffed loudly and wiped his eyes with his shirt. Troy had finished college and was looking to start his adult life in earnest, just like Kate was. They had futures lined up and who knew where it would take them. It was different for Richy and Jess. Their tomorrow was the same as their today, they couldn’t expect anything but more of the same. Kate powdered Richy and then taped the new diaper up. She leaned against the changing table and looked down at him. “Look, I’ll take your opinion into consideration. I like him and would like to get to know him better.” Kate said with a sigh, “I know I shouldn’t care about what a baby thinks, but you know him better than me. If you think he’s truly bad news, then I will hear you out.” Richy was shocked. Nobody asked his opinions on things like that anymore; he was pretty sure Kate could get in trouble if the powers that be found out she was giving a Little that much respect. He wanted to tell her that Troy was a bad person and that she could do better. It wasn’t true, at least the Troy being bad part, but it would ward off a very awkward situation for himself. At the same time, Kate had just shown Richy more respect in asking that one opinion, than every other adult in his life. He didn’t know if he could disappoint his sister. Perhaps this was the reason Richy had been designated Little. Here was one relatively small decision and he was completely frozen by it. Tell the truth and see his sister go out on a date with his former best friend or lie and scupper a chance both the others had at potentially being happy. He didn’t know what to say as he was dressed again, thankfully with a new pair of shorts that Kate had packed in the diaper bag. “Well?” Kate asked as she helped Richy down from the table. “I, erm…” Richy stuttered a little, “I think…” “Yes?” Kate prompted. “I think that you… shouldn’t see him.” Richy finally said quietly. His selfish wants winning out over the happiness of others. “I see.” Kate stood up straight. Her face hardened a little as she packed up the diaper bag, “And why do you think that?” “I just don’t think you’re a good fit for each other.” Richy said. It was a vague answer because he had no concrete reason for getting in the way of the two of them. Richy was prepared for Kate to look disappointed, or even angry, but he hadn’t expected her to start laughing like she did. He frowned at her, confused as to why she was having such a reaction. She slung the diaper bag over her shoulder and sighed as she looked at him. “For the longest time I thought the whole designation thing was a terrible mistake.” Kate said as she reached over and cupped Richy’s cheek with her hand, “But you have helped me to see why it’s good.” “I… I have?” Richy asked in confusion. “Richy, baby… You’re very selfish. There is no reason for me to not go on a date with Troy, is there?” Kate said. She spoke as if it was the objective truth, as if disagreeing with her would be like disagreeing that the sun rises each morning. Richy didn’t move but that seemed to be confirmation for Kate, “I was initially shocked that you were designated Little, but the more I’ve seen the more sense it makes. I know why you might not want me to go out with Troy, and I imagine the emotions are just too big for you to be able to process, right?” Richy hung his head. She wasn’t necessarily wrong in that it wasn’t easy to explain exactly why he didn’t want her going out with Troy, but now Kate was using an argument commonly brought out by people who supported others being designated Little: That they just couldn’t handle adult emotions, that it led to them getting angry and lashing out or depressed. Kate was the last person he expected to hear it from. “Your problem is that you still hold on to that shred of hope that you might be Big again one day.” Kate said, “You might not even be aware you are doing it. You need to stop. You are a baby. You will always be a baby. Heck, I think you’re the poster child for why designation was brought in. Trying to stop me from seeing Troy just because it makes you feel weird or whatever just shows how immature you are.” Perhaps Richy had still been holding on to some invisible string linking him with adulthood. He thought he’d lost that hope years ago, but if he was really honest with himself, was it still there? That lingering hope that someone might listen to him as an equal, the disappointment that his sister saw him as a baby, it was evidence that he still hadn’t given up. “You’ll be much happier once you let go.” Kate said as she stepped forwards and hugged her brother, “You’re a baby. You don’t need to worry about grown up things anymore. Stop fighting and accept it.” Richy was tearing up again. He shuddered in Kate’s hug, clutching the few things that made him feel like more than just a baby ever harder. He couldn’t let them go. If he gave up completely, he would lose himself. Kate was smiling as she let Richy go. He took her proffered hand without saying a word and was led back out into the sunshine. It took a second for his eyes to adjust from the dim light of the changing room to the brightness of the outside world. As his eyes did adjust, he saw that Troy was standing in front of him, his hands on the shoulders of his sister whose eyes kept darting to the side every time someone nearby moved, like a prey animal looking for predators. “Hey.” Troy said with a nervous smile, “I just realised that I never got your number.” “Oh, of course, hold on a second.” Kate said as she went over and took his phone, typing her digits in and then handing it back. “Cool, I’ll send you a text later.” Troy said as he put the phone back in his pocket. “Looking forward to it.” Kate replied, “Now, Richy, say goodbye to your little friend, OK? It’s time to go home.” Richy, blushing furiously, raised a hand to say goodbye. Jess did the same. For a second they shared a smile before Kate started leading Richy away from the playground and back towards home. --- One Year Later… --- Richy stared at himself in the mirror. He wasn’t at all used to seeing himself dressed up so nicely. Instead of his usual bright colours and onesies, he was wearing a remarkably smart looking white shirt under a grey suit jacket and light blue tie. He couldn’t remember the last time he had worn such smart clothes, but it was definitely prior to designation. If Richy closed his eyes, he could almost make himself believe that all the designation stuff had been a horrible dream, that he was normal again. It couldn’t last forever. Sooner or later, he had to open his eyes and as soon as he did, he could see the bulging underneath his suit’s pants. There was no mistaking what that was caused by. Neither was there any way to trick himself into thinking the warmth coming from inside the diaper was anything other than yet another accident caused by his almost completely atrophied bladder control. “You know, your sister tried to convince me that you’d have looked better in this.” Troy said. Richy turned away from the mirror and blanched when he saw the photo on the phone screen that Troy was showing him. It was of a young man, clearly a Little, who was wearing a white onesie with black pictures that made it look like he had a bowtie and jacket. Richy shuddered at the thought of wearing it himself. Troy chuckled. “Yeah, I didn’t think you would like it.” Troy said as he put the phone away. Richy looked at the man who had once been his best friend. He was wearing a suit as well, a much fancier one than Richy, but then this was his day. Richy nearly lost his footing as he took a step backwards. Being allowed to stand up when no one was holding his hand was a bit of a novelty for him at that point, but his sister had said it was alright since it was a special occasion. “You look pretty handsome though.” Troy said with a big smile. Without skipping a beat, he stuck his hand in the waistband of Richy’s pants and checked the diaper, “Wet, but you should be alright.” Richy felt nervous. His hands automatically went to his chest where he normally had a pacifier hanging from the end of a ribbon. It wasn’t there that day and he felt extra vulnerable without it. Troy noticed what he was looking for and reached into his pocket. He produced a brand-new pacifier, one that matched the colours of the suit. Richy blushed but took it thankfully and stuck it between his lips. This was the day everything changed. It was the day his sister was marrying Troy. It was the day the two of them would be adopting Richy. It wasn’t that Richy’s actual mom and dad, William and Davina, had grown tired of him. They were just older and didn’t have the energy to keep up with the demands of a baby. It wasn’t unusual for Littles to be adopted out eventually, no one could expect elderly people to look after babies, Richy was just lucky Kate and Troy were willing to adopt him and bring him into their home. He would be moving in as soon as the ceremony was over, a brand-new nursery awaited him. He wouldn’t be alone in there either. “You know what to do when walking down the aisle?” Troy asked nervously. Richy nodded. It wasn’t exactly the most taxing of jobs even if it was humiliating. At least he knew Jess would be with him, though he wasn’t completely sure whether or not that just made everything worse. As well as adopting Richy, the couple were also taking Jess from her parents as well. For Richy, who had developed a little crush on Jess, it was a nightmare. He shivered whenever one of his new “parents” referred to the pretty woman as his “sister.” There was a knock at the door, and all the nervous fidgeting stopped. Eyes turned to the far side of the room where the door opened and Troy’s best man, Charlie, another old friend of Richy’s walked in. Richy quickly looked down at the floor. Whilst all his old friends knew about his position, they hadn’t seen him as much as Troy had, they still stared with a mixture of horror and pity. “Everything going alright?” Charlie asked. He managed to eventually pull his eyes away from Richy’s cringing form. “Yeah.” Troy nodded his head and swallowed, “Just the usual anxiety, you know? Just wondering if I could fit out that window and run away.” Richy looked up at Troy with a frown, but it seemed like he was making a joke. Richy knew that Troy and Kate had fallen head over heels in love. “As your best man, I am duty bound to tie you to the chair and drag you down the aisle if you try to run away.” Charlie said with a laugh, “That said, they are nearly ready to go, they sent me to come get you.” “Right, wow, OK…” Troy took a deep breath. “You’ll do great.” Charlie said as he patted the groom on the back. He continued in a serious voice, “And just remember, don’t worry if it goes wrong, it’s only the most important day in your life that everyone present will remember forever.” “Thanks for that.” Troy said sarcastically before they both laughed again. Richy missed that. He missed being one of the guys. He missed being equals with the people he had grown up with. Now it felt like he shouldn’t join in with the in-jokes and conversations the others had. It wasn’t just that he had been designated as a person inferior to the others, it was that he truly felt it. He was a baby, if he tried to join in, he would just be annoying. “Alright, let’s go.” Troy said. He turned to the mirror and quickly straightened his tie before standing up and walking towards the door with Charlie and Richy in tow, “I’ll see you up there.” The church was an old building and as they stepped out of the changing room Troy was stepping through the double doors and up the aisle, past pews full of family and friends, a lot of whom Richy recognised. Richy and Charlie hung back for a minute. There was an awkward silence between them, as there was whenever they were in a room alone together since the designation. “Crazy day, huh?” Charlie said as he leaned backwards and forwards on the balls of his feet. He was looking anywhere except at Richy. “Uh huh.” Richy mumbled around the pacifier. It felt so natural in his mouth, he’d certainly had a lot of practice with it in the last few years. “You’re going to need this.” Charlie said. He held out a red velvety cushion that had the two wedding rings on it. Richy had barely taken it before Charlie suddenly pulled away. “Oh, I think I’m being called.” Charlie said as he craned his neck and looked up the aisle, “Good luck!” Charlie seemed delighted to be called away. For just a few seconds Richy was all alone in the lobby of the church. The murmuring crowds attending the wedding in one direction and the door to the outside in the other. It was the first time Richy had been left alone like that for any period of time in months. He wasn’t given long to think about his complete dependence on others though. The door opposite the groom’s changing room opened and a flurry of girls stepped out. Richy moved backwards to make room. The last to emerge was Jess, dressed in a ultra-frilly pink dress and wearing her hair in two pigtails with two pink bows, and then Kate. Richy’s mouth dropped open, and the pacifier nearly tumbled from his mouth. His sister looked incredible. The long traditional white wedding dress seemed made for her, and with her hair and makeup done exquisitely, she’d never looked so good. Jess made her way through the crowd to Richy. “Are you ready?” Jess asked. She was holding a small wicker basket full of petals. “No.” Richy mumbled around his pacifier. He tried not to feel inadequate that he needed his soother and Jess, seemingly, didn’t. “Me neither.” Jess muttered quietly, “It sucks.” There was a lot of excited chatter between the women in the lobby. Kate made her way over to Richy carefully, making sure her dress didn’t snag on anything, she was beaming with happiness. “You look absolutely adorable!” Kate said as she pulled Richy into a hug. “You look beautiful.” Richy replied truthfully. “I hope so.” Kate said, “After all the effort losing weight to fit in this thing!” Richy smiled as Kate laughed. “I can’t wait for us to be a happy little family.” Kate said as she reached up and stroked Richy’s hair. Richy just smiled. He didn’t know what to say. It was certainly better than being adopted to some random people, but it wasn’t exactly the family he imagined himself having when he was younger. He didn’t really know what to say to Kate but was thankfully saved by an organ starting up. The chatter in the lobby died down as all the women lined up. Kate put her hands on Jess’s shoulders and led her to the front of the little train. She reached down and patted the thick diaper under the dress. “Off you go.” Kate whispered. Jess shot Richy one look that seemed to be asking for help and then faced forwards. With trembling tentative steps, she walked out and down the aisle scattering petals as she went. Richy leaned forwards to watch her wide-legged waddle. He tried to stop thinking about how cute she was like that, knowing she was feeling as embarrassed as he soon would be. Everyone in the pews was standing and had turned to look backwards, many were nudging their friends and whispering about how cute the baby was. Once Jess was about halfway down the aisle the rest of the wedding party started their march. Soon Richy was alone again, holding the cushion with the rings. It was his job to go walk out last, when the rings were needed. They seemed to have arranged it that way so that all eyes would be on him. That’s the way it felt to Richy at least. Richy watched as Kate reached the altar. The ceremony started and Richy felt waited for his cue. It was when the rings were called for that he took a deep breath and stepped out into the church himself. Richy could hear the muttering and whispering about the cute boy. He could see cousins he barely recognised smiling at him as if he was the most adorable sight, he saw aunts and uncles taking photos on their phones, and he saw friends he remembered from school staring at him with wide eyes. It was excruciating. Having to hold a steady pace was very difficult when Richy wasn’t too used to walking in those days. That was before considering how restrictive the wet diaper under his pants was. He had to focus on not falling over even if crawling to the front would’ve probably been easier for him. Kate was crying when he reached the front. Tears or happiness causing her mascara to run ever so slightly. Troy was sweating a bit and still looked very nervous. Richy stood in front of them both, red faced from the humiliating walk of shame, as the marrying couple took the rings. He was grateful to step off to the side for the rest of the ceremony, doing his best to avoid looking at anyone and everyone at the wedding. “You may now kiss the bride.” The vicar eventually said. As everyone broke into applause and whoops of cheers, Richy had a very different reaction. His disposable suddenly warmed around his groin with no warning as he helplessly wet himself. Whilst everyone else was congratulating the newlyweds, he was left hoping that either his new Mommy or Daddy would be available to change his diaper in the not-too-distant future. ---  If you liked this story, there is a BRAND NEW story that I have just started over on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages! "Joey's Pacifier" is a story full of humiliation and diapers as the oldest brother in a family finds themselves becoming the youngest brother (not physically, just in standing!) If you can't wait and want to see the double size start to the story RIGHT NOW, you can do so at either of the links below: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/ms1lat8c054a4d https://subscribestar.art/posts/2607133 And for those of you who have enjoyed this story, and this setting. Stay tuned! There is another story set in this universe that I'm currently writing. It's focus will be on two young women, BUT some familiar faces may also make an appearance  

hello my name is spring and im an 18 year old cg looking for female littles my age to cg for in the new york area. im looking for someone who uses there diapers both ways ok not sure how this works im new here but i hope to hear from someone soon! bye!

Hi Jessica, thank you for sharing your journey, it has given me the strength to reflect. Kudos to you, wish I had your level of acceptance. By the way, I'm also in the UK, happy to chat if you ever wanted.