Spanking

I would think that now that she knows how much better she can sleep with protection on, that she will also realize that the small leak she experienced was because she needs something better than the goodnight and will actually accept that and go shopping for the appropriate night time diapers for her.

Loving this story.  Looking forward to any other chapters.  Keep going with your writing. 

Jack and Donny Part 2-gobble til You Wobble   Thanksgiving    Donny tried to calm himself as he stood in the doorway to the kitchen nervously playing with the hem of the his night shirt. He thought he had every right to feel nervous after all in just a few hours twenty of his family members would be  there in his house to  have thanksgiving dinner. For the first time they would all get to see Donny who was formerly the oldest cousin in all of his little boy glory and even get to see him preform a musical number that Jack had helped him choreograph and practice for the last week. Jack kept promising Donny that  everything would be just fine and everyone would love him but he couldn’t make himself believe it.    As Donny stood in the doorway he tried to work up the courage to get his brother’s attention. He knew that Jack was not going to be happy about him being up off the sofa where he had put him less than 15 minutes ago with specific instructions to stay put but now Donny interrupting him again. As Donny tried to figure out how to best get Jacks attention he eyed his brother. Jack looked so mature, he looked tall and strong, like younger version of their father and he was dressed in dark jeans and a sweater like a young man. He had even started wearing fancy grownup shoes lately and wearing Cologne.    Donny couldn’t help but think about himself in comparison. There he was small and tiny with delicate features, he had no muscles or grownup hair to speak of and had yet to even have a foreshadowing of puberty starting. Donny was starting to feel like it had left him behind and he had no say in the matter. He looked down at his night shirt or nightie and bare feet. Somehow he had just as little say in the clothes he wore as he did I. How quickly his body was developing.   Where Jack wore clothes that highlighted his maturity and helped to strengthen the image that he was a young adult Donny by comparison looked every bit a very little boy and this was only made more clear by the way he dressed or rather the way Jack dressed him. Donny was almost always dressed in brightly colored shorts and matching cartoon t-shirts. At least that was when Donny was going school or Jack was taking him out into the community. At home, it was even worse. The minute he walked through the door outside clothes came off and If Donny had been an especially good little boy he was allowed to choose if we wanted to hang out in just his colorful cartoon  undies or wear one of his comfy nighties.   Nighties  were a relatively new development, they had appeared over the last month since Jack took over as big brother in charge and Donny didn’t know how but he had amassed a whole collection of them. Some  like the one he wore today was simply a fun T-shirt of Jack’s which was so big on him it looked like a dress while others which he knew his brother had ordered  looked more like traditional little girls nightgowns. Jack liked to dress him in both and declared he looked equally adorable in either option. Though Donny reported to hating all of his nighties as they were embarrassing, if he had to choose he would admit he liked wearing Jacks t-shirts best because they smelled like his big brother and made him feel kind of safe somehow.    Donny knew that the cuteness factor was one reason why Jack insisted he wear nighties but he also knew another big reason what so that it was easier to check him when he was diapered. Donny hated it but ever since Halloween he had been diapered on a regular basis. in reality he wore pull-ups but Jack always referred to them as Donny’s diapers so he did too after all, he knew better than to contradict his big brother. As much as Donny disliked wearing diapers and as babyish as it made him feel Donny also knew that he had little room to argue as he had wet himself the first time Jack made him wear one and much to his embarrassment he had woken up wet several days in the month since then.     Much to Donny’s relief diapers weren’t an all the time thing, Jack mostly made him wear a diaper to bed  or if they were going on a long car ride or doing something that might make it difficult to find a bathroom easily or on days like today when Jack didn’t want to be interrupted to have to take his baby brother to the bathroom which was why Donny was standing there watching Jack in nothing but his nightie and diaper.     Jack tried to ignore the feeling of being watched by nervous little eyes as he dry mopped the kitchen floor. He knew he would have to deal with Donny in a minute but he also knew he had to get this done. They only had a few hours before everything started, it was thanksgiving after all. The time was currently 10 AM and by 2:00 his doctor parents would be home from their shift at the hospital then  the caterers would be arriving with their food and by 2:30 all of their guests would be arriving for dinner.    With that in mind Jack had a very important job to do, he had to ensure that everything was ready. Jack had to make sure that the whole downstairs was clean and presentable which really just meant putting things away and lightly going over everything the cleaners had done when they were there at the beginning of the week.   Donny also had an important job to do, he was to stay exactly where Jack had put him on the sofa wrapped in his blanket and watch his cartoons so that Jack could get his work done and he wasn’t supposed to get up or bug Jack unless it was an absolute emergency.    Jack was doing his job but Donny was having a much harder time, this was the 5th time that Donny had interrupted Jack while he worked and the 3rd that he had gotten up without permission. Jack was loosing patience . He had a whole house to pick up after all and Donny was not listening well today. Jack knew his baby was bored and nervous about all of the people coming over later in the day but that wasn’t an excuse for disobedience and Jack knew he’d have to deal with it soon, he just wanted to get this floor done first.    However, it was not to be, Jack was soon interrupted by a soft clearing of a tiny throat and a tentative sounding little voice “ummm Buba” his baby brother asked from the door frame where he watched his much bigger brother in hopes of getting attention.   Jack seemed to momentarily stiffen. He closed his eyes in a silent prayer for patience even as a tiny smile came to his lips. Jack didn’t think he would ever tire of hearing the word  Buba come out of Donny’s lips.    In reality it was more of a title than a word. Ever since Jack had taken on the the big brother role it had started to feel less and less appropriate for Donny to just call him Jack. After all he would never be allowed to call their parents Diane or John and in reality Jack was with Donny way more than either of their parents who were busy doctors.    At this point, Jack did everything for Donny from morning routine to dinner and bedtime. He really was a third parent in the house and Donny’s primary caregiver. So for a time Jack had tried to have Donny call him “big brother” but that felt too clumsy to be his all the time title and they often just reverted back to Jack. Jack was not at all satisfied with this. He felt it was important for for Donny to have something to call him and for him to have his own unique title both out of recognition the important role he was taking in raising his baby boy but also because he believed that it was important for Donny to know that his status was elevated and he was an authority figure… a parent.    He hadn’t been sure how to handle this problem but it was actually Donny himself that solved it for them. One night at bedtime Jack was tucking his sleepy little brother in. Donny had been a particularly good boy that day meaning that he had earned an extra half hour of screen time and got to stay up until 7:30. Donny was thrilled as he always whined about how ridiculously early his bedtime was.  However,  despite himself, the extra half hour meant that  Donny was beyond exhausted by the time he was being put to bed. As Jack had pulled up the covers smoothed his brothers hair, like always he leaned in to kiss Donny’s forehead one last time and whispered “goodnight baby boy, love you”    Probably because Jack had been pushing it so much Donny opened his mouth to say “good night big brother” but midway through his words were drowned out by a yawn and what actually came out was  something resembling “nini Buba”    Jack froze, Donny was alway adorable but this was too much and he knew right then that he was meant to be Donny’s Buba and that’s just what he had become. It had taken some convincing at first and even a spanking to help the little boy remember but much to his delight he was Buba now and he had been  thrilled the other day he heard Donny talking to Billy and Tommy from next door and he heard Donny say something along the the lines of “my Buba said I couldn’t” he knew right then that even if Donny couldn’t verbalize it, he recognized what Jack had become, his second daddy.    Shaking himself from his thoughts Jack sighed “Baby would you like to tell me why you are standing in the doorway instead of lying on the sofa where I left you with instructions not to move after I tucked you back in 10 minutes ago”    Donny tensed a bit and became very interested in his toes “I ummm kinda need to go ummm potty” he all but whispered. He was still getting used to using the words like potty and peepee but it was the only way to get Jack to acknowledge him when he needed to use the bathroom and there was a very strict rule that Donny needed to ask permission and be taken to the bathroom at least at home or if he and Jack were out in public. School was still a developing situation but Jack was working on it.   Jack sighed “Baby, we’ve already done this, 3 times actually. You keep interrupting me so I can take you to the potty and then when we get there you say you don’t have to go. I just don’t have time for this right now so”   Whatever Jack was about to say was interrupted by Donny”s groan of frustration and foot stomp as he said “but you don’t even need to take me, it’s just a stupid rule you made up” the little boy whined.   Jack eyed the boy as he fixed him with a withering look “excuse me little boy, would that be a fib you are telling, do you need a reminder about what happens to little boys who tell fibs in this house” he waited as he watched Donny unravel under his gaze.   Very quickly he got his answer in the form of an almost unintelligible mumble “no Buba, I remember” Donny said avoiding his brother’s eyes.   Stepping closer, Jack took hold of Donny’s chin and gently forced eye contact “I hope so, I don’t really want to repeat that lesson so can you tell me why Buba has to take you potty now baby boy”   Donny gave a nervous nod as he fidgeted with the hem of his nightie “umm Buba takes me to potty now cause when you started giving me tubbies at night” Donny paused and flushed red as he realized that he had started using words like potty for bathroom and tubbie for bath automatically without thinking.  He couldn’t help but feel even more embarrassed about what came next because the next but it was better than getting spanked so he continued “so when you started giving me tubbies again you found out I had trouble wiping and stuff cause I’m too little to do it on my own so so now Buba takes me potty and I get way cleaner and my undies stay cleaner too” Donny said parroting back the reasons he was given for the loss of privacy. The little boy looked up at his brother with hopeful eyes hoping that his answer would get him out of trouble.    Donny was relieved when Jack nodded “exactly my little boy isn’t big enough yet to handle the potty all by himself but that’s okay, that’s why you have Buba to take care of you and keep you safe, isn’t that right baby?” Jack waited for a response.   Seeing no choice Donny nodded in agreement and he guessed it was true. He was always safe and Buba did take good care of him. He knew his Buba loved him he just couldn’t figure out if he really needed a Buba or not but he guessed it really didn’t matter because he had one and he wasn’t going anywhere.     “However” Jack began “taking care of you also mean making rules and decisions for you and when I make a rule I expect you to be a good little boy and do as you’re told. That has been very hard for you today. Jack reached out lifting Donny under the arm pits and setting him on his hip “so you get one last chance before Buba has to punish you. He carried Donny back toward the sofa and deposited him on his blanket “so let me say it clearly, you are not to move again from This spot until Buba comes to get you. If your little feet touch the ground, you might as well just march yourself right to time out. I have too much to do and not much time”. Jack straightened up to go.   Donny looked panicked “I… but I have to potty” he whined. Without thinking he put the hem of his nightie in his mouth and started to suck, it was a nervous habit Donny had as a very little boy and now that he was a very little boy again he had fallen back into old routines.   Jack frowned, it seemed like he and Donny were always in a silent war about this behavior. He knew Donny didn’t mean to do it but he still couldn’t allow it. Jack took hold of Donny’s chin and gently rubbed at his bottom lip “hey baby we talked about this that’s yucky, you can’t suck on your clothes. “He said tugging the shirt out of Donny’s mouth.   Donny whined again clearly frustrated “I need to potty”he said more forcefully”   Jack rolled his eyes “here’s we’ll try this” he said and opening a nearby drawer he pulled out a small package and started to rip it open. Donny had just enough time to wonder what it was when Jack got it open and quickly popped something in Donny’s mouth.    The tiny boy made a noise of surprise and instinctively gave a suck. He groaned realizing that he was sucking on a pacifier and immediately tried to spit it back out However he was blocked by his brother’s hand gently pressing the nub of the pacifier to keep it in place “no no baby, we leave our binky in until Buba takes it out for us. Jack smiled as Donny fell obediently silent “ this isn’t a punishment baby I promise. I got it to give you something to suck on so you don’t need to suck your clothes and I think it might help make you nice and calm and at least for today it will remind you that you need to be my good little boy and stay nice and quiet so I can focus.   Donny looked almost panicked as he mumbled “but the potty” around the bulb of his new pacifier.   Jack sighed as he stood up “baby we aren’t talking about this again, we tried to go potty 3 times and I can’t waste anymore time on it so you’ll just have to wait or you can go, that’s why you’re wearing a diaper after all in case you need to go potty and you can’t hold it. You know Buba won’t be mad at you right” that got a reluctant little nod from Donny “and anyway, it’s not like you haven’t used your diaper before so it’s no big deal”.    Donny bit down on the bulb of his new pacifier that was technically true, much to his embarrassment Donny had woken up wet a few times in the last month but he had only ever used his diaper once while he was awake and that was on Halloween when he had been having a panic attack or at least the baby version of one he corrected himself then  he groaned and mentally scolded himself. He hated that he was starting to think of himself as the baby that Jack wanted him to be but it seemed inevitable after all, he was wearing a diaper and slipping into words like potty more and more frequently.  The other day, Jack had even got him to promise to be the best little baby in the world  because he really wanted to play video games, Jack was very reluctant but that had done the trick.  Right after referring to himself as a baby, Donny had frozen he couldn’t ever remember feeling so embarrassed in his entire life but the damage had been done and he did get to play 20 minutes of the most immature video game possible while completely under his Buba’s supervision of course.    Donny could feel himself getting worked up. He was mad at Jack for not letting him just go to the bathroom without supervision and he was mad at himself for the stunts he pulled earlier, he didn’t know why he had felt so compelled to get his brother’s attention that he had resorted to making up the need to potty but it had gotten him here. Relegated to the sofa by the threat of punishment with the understanding that it was perfectly acceptable to use his diaper. He wasn’t even allowed to remove his pacifier. Donny hated that he already thought of it as his pacifier and he was ashamed that he was finding its presence so comforting all ready.    Donny tried to breathe getting upset wasn’t helping him. He pulled the blanket tight around himself and tried to breathe in and out. As the pressure mounted Donny fought it, he resolved to wait, he would prove he was a big boy. When Jack came back he would find him dry. Like any other 15 year old. But even as he  he thought this, he felt a sharp pain in his bladder. He shuddered, I’ve couldn’t do it! He needed to potty, it hurt, he knew Jack would say he was only hurting himself and that was kind of true, as a tear escaped his eye Donny gave his pacifier a big suck. He wanted the potty, he wanted his Buba but neither were available to him instead as the tears started to fall freely he took a deep breath and gave in. First he released just a little bit of pee he. It felt like the floodgates opened and his whole bladder let loose. He felt better, his bladder was empty and his diaper was soaked. Even though his physical pain was gone, Donny cried in earnest, for this first time he had wet himself by choice and he was ashamed at how easily he had done it. He knew at 15 it should have been much more difficult but then again he thought he wasn’t really 15 was he, he was a baby. Donny’s tears continued to silently fall even as his eyes grew heavy and he finally fell asleep.   After completing all of his housework, Jack walked into the living room an hour later to find his baby brother asleep under a nest of blankets and peacefully nursing his new binky. Jack smiled and got a picture to add to his already massive collection. His baby was just so cute.he leaned in and dropped a kiss on Donny’s cheek “Baby you can wake up now,” he rubbed the boys back. After a minute Donny blinked awake ‘there’s my boy” Jack said fondly stroking Donny’s cheek “did you have a good nap Baby”   Donny blinked awake and nodded  still slightly dazed from having just come awake. He knew immediately something felt off he just couldn’t remember what. Then he felt the wet clammy feeling surrounding his privates and his breathing grew ragged as he tried to find the words to tell Jack he had wet his diaper.    Tears sprang to Donny’s eyes as he tried and failed to tell his brother. Seeing his Donny’s distress Jack grew concerned. He wiped his baby’s  eyes “shhh, hey baby what’s wrong” he stroked Donny’s hair “ Buba’s here, I’ll take care of you”    Still unable to answer Donny just gave a whimper and pointed to his diaper.   Jack looked confused then realization dawned “Baby, did you wet your diaper” not waiting for an answer Jack maneuvered  one finger into Donny’s diaper to check. A small smiled crossed his face “oh you did” he said calmly “Baby did you go peepee before your nap or while you were sleeping” Jack asked after noticing cool clamminess  of Donny’s skin inside his pull up”    Donny bit his lip but mumbled “before” as he was flooded with shame. He looked at his brother’s face expecting to see disappointment but all he saw was joy and pride.   “You did!”Jack exclaimed “that’s my good boy, you are being such a good boy for Buba” Jack said with pride    Donny was so shocked that he immediately stopped crying “I am…really” he asked    Jack nodded “absolutely, number one, you did exactly what Buba told you to do. You let me get the chores done and you were my best little boy by doing as you were told and staying right where Buba put you… eventually” Jack couldn’t help but smile fondly “but that part doesn’t matter, anyway because you were busy being a good boy you used your diaper and that’s totally fine that’s why Buba puts you in diapers right, in case you need them.   Donny sniffled but gave a nod, he hated that all of the praise and reassurance made him feel so much better.   Jack gave Donny another kiss “ so you made me a wet diaper to change… does Buba ever mind changing his baby” he paused waiting for Donny to Answer.   The smaller brother shook his head before answering “No because it’s just part of being a Buba and taking care of little boys… it’s part of your job”   “Exactly” Jack agreed “and what’s my favorite job in the whole wide world?”   This was a game they played almost everyday. Donny knew the answer and exactly what came next. Without conscious thought he curled himself into a ball and his next answer came out in giggles “being my Buba” he said waiting for Jack to spring into motion, he didn’t have to wait long.   “Exactly” his brother exclaimed immediately reaching out and taking hold of Donny. He pulled him off the sofa and into his arms tickling and kissing every part of him he could reach. Just as expected by both of them Donny was emitting shrieks of joyful laughter.   Somewhere in the chaos Donny’s pull-up got another chance to do its job. The spread of warmth made both Jack and Donny stop. Donny looked uncertain gain but Jack was unfazed “such a good boy” he beamed”I’m glad you’re getting more comfortable going peepee in your diaper, because if you need to potty during dinner that’s what you’ll have to do, we have too many people coming and we have to be good hosts which means no running off to potty I even got you a different kind of diapers to make sure we don’t spring any leaks”   “What do you mean” Donny asked slightly nervous. He pretty much expected to be diapered all day, he didn’t love it but it was a typical Jack choice however the idea of different diapers made him very nervous.   “Well you know that your regular diapers are the pull up kind that you could put on and take off yourself if you were big enough” Jack had made it very clear to Donny that he was not so he waited for the little boy nodded his understanding before continuing . “Well I grabbed some thicker diapers because I knew today would be a long day, they are basically the same except that they get taped in place so you have to be changed by a grownup but you alway are anyway so it’s exactly the same as normal” Jack finished hoping to avoid to much anxiety on the part of his little guy.   ‘But…but” Donny started nervously he knew he was giving away another freedom here and he didn’t like it “but I like the diapers I have now” he managed. That wasn’t strictly true, he didn’t want any diapers, he wanted to get his big boy undies back full time but at least he could take the pull-ups on and off himself when Jack let him. He didn’t like the idea of being totally dependent on his brother to change him.   Jack shrugged “sorry baby but it seems like we might be starting to use our diapers a little bit more so we need something that can handle more anyway Buba already decided and what do you do when Buba makes a decision” he waited   Donny sighed knowing this was over and he was trapped “listen and obey my Buba” he said with calm resignation    Jack smiled “that’s a good boy” he stroked Donny’s hair “always such a good boy for Buba” he smiled “now lets get going,  I need to give my little guy his tubbie and get him dressed for dinner then we can practice your song one more time before everyone gets here. Jack smiled at the nervous look that crossed his baby brother’s face. He pulled the smaller boy into a side hug “don’t worry Baby you’ll be great, you’ve been practicing for weeks and trust me when I say you are too cute for words and when you do the whole thing wearing the special outfit I bought you it will be cuteness overload, no one will need any pie” Jack teased giving his brother a tickle and a kiss to his side of his head.   Jack stood just as he was reaching out to lift Donny under the armpits his brother’s arms went up in the familiar silent request to be held and carried. Jack smiled as he settled Donny against his chest, even after doing this a thousand times Jack was still amazed at how light his baby was. “Okay Baby, up the stairs and into the tub we go” with a squeeze Jack carried his brother up and into the bathroom.    Once inside the small room Jack put Donny back on his feet and set to work filling the tub. As the bath filled with warm water he turned to Donny “okay baby you know the routine while the tub fills you need to go peepee so we don’t have another accident in the tub”   Donny couldn’t help but blush he wished his brother would stop bring up that incredibly embarrassing incident, it was only one time after all and it was really Jack’s fault for tickling him anyway. But with a sigh he nodded and moved toward the toilet. He was stopped however when Jack gently took hold of his arm. In surprise Donny looked at his brother.   Jack smiled “no need for the potty baby your diaper is holding up okay, it can handle one more wetting before we throw it away, no need to waste it anyway, I want you to get used to using your diapers a few times between changes. These new diapers can handle a bit more” Jack gently put his large hand on the front of Donny’s diaper “go on Baby make a peepee in your diaper for Buba”    Donny looked at his brother in shock “noo” he whined “Buba, I can’t just… peepee myself” Donny hated that even in this situation he could bring himself to use grownup words simply because Jack told him not to.    Jack calmly looked at Donny “sure you can Baby, you’ve already used this diaper twice and we need you to get used to this so just take a deep breath and go peepee for Buba, we can wait as long as you need then, after you’re done we’ll get it right off and get you nice and clean” Jack said  reassuringly while not moving his hand from Donny’s diaper.   Donny spluttered “what…but but”  then seeing Jack’s face he stopped, there was no point. Jack had made up his mind, he wanted Donny to use his diaper so that’s what would happen, like Jack just said he was willing to wait and Jack always got his way. Donny took a deep breath to try to relax he then balled up his tiny hands into fists and with a small push filled his diaper once again. He looked up at Jack with wide eyes. He knew that had happened too quickly and easily, someone his age shouldn’t be able to pee themselves on command.    Jacks face lit up “such a good boy for me” he gushed “are you all done baby boy”    Biting his lip Donny nodded “that was easy” he said to Jack but it was clear he meant it as more of a question than a statement.   Jack nodded back “your body is starting to trust your diapers more and more, who knows, soon you might even start peepeeing  in your diaper without noticing” Jack said this as if it was a good thing but Donny was stunned into silence. He didn’t want that to happen.   Donny had no time to dwell on this however as Jack immediately started to pull off his soaked pull up “let’s get my baby in the tub”. Jack threw the wet diaper away then easily lifted his brother into the bath. He grabbed the nearby soap “sorry baby no play time today, we have a lot to do” he set to work efficiently cleaning his brother from head to toe.   As usual Donny sat passively while his brother washed every bit of him “sure” he thought “when he wants me to pee myself we have all the time in the world but now we have to hurry” Donny thought this but stayed silent allowing himself to be bathed by his brothers capable hands.    Jack was quick and efficient and before Donny knew it the tub was drained, he was wrapped in a fluffy towel then carried back to his bedroom. Donny gave a relaxed sigh and rested his head in the crook of Jack’s neck as he was carried.  Part of him hated how safe he felt in his brother’s arm, after all he was supposed to be the big brother but Jack was so big and so strong and so dependable that that idea felt totally silly at this  point… Jack was Buba. Donny raised his head “um Buba what am I wearing today, you said it was special, do I have to wear a tie” Donny groaned.   Jack chuckled “no Baby, no tie for my boy. Buba, mommy and daddy are all wearing fancy dress up clothes but you get something even more special and it will be perfect for your dance too” as they entered Donny’ bedroom “ Jack dropped another kiss on Donny’s hair.   Donny shuddered, that sounded even worse, he couldn’t believe that he let Jack convince him to embarrass himself in front of their whole family and the song was so cutesy and catchy that Donny couldn’t get it out his head. Paired with the dance moves Jack had drilled into him, Donny was sure he would never live this down.    Jack carried Donny into his own bedroom. As they made their way to the bed Donny couldn’t help but look around, in the last month since Jack had taken over even Donny’s personal space had changed. The first major change was the removal of the tv and gaming system. Early on Jack had decided that other than very monitored and approved screen time Donny would be going totally screen and technology free. Now the corner where the tv used to reside was occupied by a large toy box which Jack had brought down from the attic. It was full of all of the toys that had belonged to Jack and Donny when they were toddlers. Donny had  thought it was ridiculous at the time but Jack said that he wanted make sure Donny got enough imagination play so he insisted that Donny spend at least an hour on the floor playing with his toys everyday. Despite the fact that Donny had been reluctant at first, as time went on he found himself becoming more immersed in his games and even asking to go play sometimes.  As the days continued Donny realized that he was starting to think of the toddler toys as his toys and he was starting to miss his technology less and less. Even though he was having fun, Donny knew it meant he was becoming the little boy Jack wanted him to be more everyday.    The other major change in the room was Donny’s bed, before all of this Donny had slept in a normal age appropriate twin bed but that was gone now, in its place was what Jack called a perfectly Donny sized bed. It was in reality a Disney themed toddler bed which was so tiny that Jack couldn’t sit down and stretch his legs out but much to Donny’s embarrassment he fit in it just fine with room to spare.    This bed also has several accessories that his big boy bed as it was now called did not have. First there were the huge collection of stuffies that Donny had seemed to rapidly acquire over the last month. They now occupied his bed and several other spots in the room and each night Jack had Donny choose one to sleep with. While he would never admit it, Donny already had clear favorites which he was becoming very attached to.    There were also the sheets and bedding, which matched the Disney themed  bed. Jack kept Donny’s bedding clean and fresh with various sets of Disney themed sheets and blankets. Also recently to Donny’s embarrassment a plastic sheet had discreetly been added  because Donny had started to use his diapers on a more regular basis.    But what embarrassed and annoyed Donny the most was the large bed rail that Jack had installed all the way around his bed. It was tall and sturdy and made it near impossible for Donny to get out of bed unassisted.  Donny was sure that he could surmount the rail in an emergency, he was actually 15 after all but it sent a clear message stay where Buba wants you and as with everything else Donny knew he had to obey.   Donny was shaken from his thoughts when Jack gave him a squeeze and laid him down on his bed. Jack smiled down at him as he took a moment to use the towel Donny was wrapped in to give him a final once over and get him nice and  dry. Then leaving the boy naked on his bed  Jack then stood “hang tight baby and don't move Buba will be right back.” Donny nodded his agreement and Jack turned  to the nearby chest of drawers that had become his command center within Donny’s room for all of Donny’s diapering needs and other little boy accessories.    Donny sighed, he took a deep breath a closed his eyes trying to calm his nervous energy. He didn’t knew what he was most nervous about, his new diapers, the outfit Jack was about to put him in, his family seeing how his life and age had changed recently or the Dance he was expected to put on before dinner. He didn’t have time to dwell however because in less than a minute Jack was back. Donny was made aware of this fact because once he was ready Jack wordlessly started to spread some kind of cream all over Donny’s diaper area. He didn’t ask or give the boy any warning not that he had too, by this point it was very clear that Jack had far more right to touch Donny’s body than he did, Donny was on a strictly need to know basis and Jack made it clear that Donny didn’t need to know most things.    When Jack’s cream covered hand made intact with Donny’s body the tiny boy jumped in surprise. Jack chuckled “sorry baby if it’s a little cold Buba should have given you a warning”    “Mmm” Donny whined squirming just a bit “what is it” he asked uncomfortable the sensation of the foreign cream on his crotch”   “Just diaper cream, that’s all Baby. Now that you’re back in real diapers we need to make sure you don’t get diaper rash, at least that’s what the internet tells me” Jack set back to work coating Donny’s area with the gloppy concoction. “Just raise your bum bum for me Baby”.   Knowing he had no choice Donny obeyed his brother and had to take another calming breath as he felt Jack slide the new diaper under him.    Donny looked up in surprise when he heard Jack’s phone playing a video but quickly realized that his brother was watching an instructional video about how to diaper a baby, he groaned, obviously in this situation he was the baby. With in seconds, Donny’s diaper was taped in place. Jack smiled in satisfaction. Donny felt his brother’s hand on his newly diapered crotch “got it on my first go” Jack said proudly. “Now let’s get you dressed” Jack said as he held up the outfit he had gotten Donny just for this occasion.   Whatever Donny had expected, it wasn’t this. Before him Jack held a brown onesie, the front of it looked like the body of a cartoon bird and Donny knew it meant to  be a turkey and to his embarrassment the arms were connected to the sides of the sleeper by two things that Donny could only describe as capes, each cape was covered by colorful rows of what Donny assumed were supposed to be feathers. He realized that Jack was dressing him like a turkey. He had to admit it was a very cute outfit it just would have been cute on a baby not on someone in their mid teens. Donny knew that didn’t matter at all to anyone but him so he tried to stay calm as Jack maneuvered his body into the onsie then lifted Donny off his bed and making final adjustments he zipped up his brother in the back.   Donny looked down the only part of his body that wasn’t enclosed in this turkey outfit was his bare feet. Jack almost never put Donny in shoes or socks unless it was absolutely necessary. Jack said that it was better for babies to feel the ground beneath them.  Donny believed his brother but he also knew that at least part of the reason was because being constantly barefoot made his little boy image more authentic and gave Jack the opportunity to talk about how hard it was to keep his baby in shoes which seemed to be a common problem amount toddlers. To Donny’s embarrassment the barefoot rule wasn’t just in place at home, Jack was finding more and more ways to basicly my keep Donny barefoot at school,  since Jack had become the big brother in charge Donny hadn’t worn any shoes that needed tying, it was just slip ones and flip flops for him and he hadn’t even worn socks. When he asked about this Jack just shrugged “you don’t need then Baby, anyway shoes aren’t  good for you, other babies don’t really wear shoes do they?”  Donny shook his head so lack continued “and we wouldn’t want wearing big boy shoes to make you forget that you’re my baby not some big boy” Donny doubted he could ever forget but he hadn’t argued with Jack, there was no point.    “Perfect” Jack said with glee once Donny was fully enclosed “give me a wiggle Baby, flap those wings for Buba”   Donny felt ridiculous but he obeyed and flapped his arms as he moved about. The wings felt weird but he could live with that, it was only a couple of hours after all, the bigger issue was his diaper. It felt so bulky and he couldn’t even completely close his legs. He gave a few tentative steps and was embarrassed by how off balance he felt and how clumsy he steps were”   Watching his brother have to catch himself slightly Jack put a hand on Donny’s shoulder to steady the smaller boy “don’t worry Baby, you’ll get used to it but for now at least not stairs when you’re wearing you’re new diapers”    Donny wanted to protest but he wasn’t giving the opportunity, before he could speak he was scooped up  and found himself cradled in Jack’s arms as his brother gave him a hug “I love my baby so so much” Jack exclaimed” they both stopped when they heard the door “ohhh I think mommy and daddy are home” Jack said absently as he gave Donny a bounce.    From down stairs their father’s voice called up “Jack we’re here and the caterers are right behind us. Mom and I have to get ready, we’ll be out soon” the boys heard their parents door close then with a sigh Jack gave Donny a final squeeze and put his brother back on his bed.   Donny was about to protest when Jack held up a finger “sorry Baby Buba needs a shower too so I want you to stay right here, close your eyes and try to take another nap for me, I’ll be right back” with a kiss Jack swiftly locked the guard rails in place effectively trapped Donny inside his bed, it wasn’t a surprise this is what always happened if Jack needed to shower or be away from Donny for an extended period of time, after all like that morning had clearly demonstrated Donny was too little to be trusted to stay put and keep himself out of trouble. With a wink Jack said “be right back Baby boy, be good” As Jack left the room he started to think about a solution to keep his baby save when they were downstairs, but he couldn’t focus on that right then.    Donny lay in his enclosure and tried to relax, he must have managed to nod off because within what felt like seconds Jack was back gently shaking him awake and lifting him out of bed. He carried Donny over to the nearby full length mirror “ how do we look Baby”    Donny took in their reflections and was momentarily dumbfounded. He saw a tall young man in a collared shirt and tie wearing dark pants and matching fancy shoes and belt then he saw the baby he was carrying in a turkey onsie. He couldn’t believe that he was the baby when he should have been the young man.   Jack shook him from his thought “do you want your binky baby” he asked in a kind tone.   “No” came Donny’s immediate response  “no, I don’t need it”    Jack nodded but put it in his own pocket “okay Baby but if you start to suck on your sleeve then you’ll be using this”  he said with total authority.    Donny just nodded promising himself that wouldn’t happen as he was carried out of the room and down the stairs.   Once down the stairs both boys were amazed at the transformed first floor. The house that Jack had cleaned had been simply decorated for fall and the large dining room now housed two tables one larger one and one that was clearly designated as a kids table.    Donny groaned “am I going to be stuck sitting at the kids table?” Despite the fact that  Donny was by far the oldest cousin as the next in line was younger than Jack, it was made crystal clear that he was the baby of the whole family and that he was to obey all of the cousins today not just his Buba as they were all helping to babysit him. Jack had been using this strategy recently when he set up playdates for Donny with the neighbor boys from across the street. Billy snd Tommy were 7 and 5 but they were both way bigger and more mature than Donny so when they were all together they were the babysitters and they all knew it.    “Sorry baby, No” Jack said “you’re not quite ready for the big kids table yet you’ll be sitting with Buba like normal so I can help you eat and we are at the grownups table” Jack put Donny on his feet. Can you find out names Baby, find the card that says Buba and Baby”    Donny sighed, how embarrassing could today get but he toddled around the table relieved when he found their place card and it said Jack and Donny. “Found us” he announced pointing to the sign happy to be saved at least one minor embarrassment today.   Just then the house seemed to erupt into a flurry of movement, both of their parents appeared Dad looking handsome and matching Jack almost perfectly and mommy looking elegant in a dark fall colored dress. Of course all they could talk about was how cute Donny looked and he had to admit he didn’t hate it as he was passed around to be fawned over with hugs and kisses.   Then the doorbell rang and the guests started to arrive. Coats were taken and everyone was ushered into the large living room. Drinks were served and everyone started to settle in.    Once all the guests had arrived Jack brought Donny around to greet their guests Donny had been so nervous that he would would be judged or laughed at when his extended family saw how he had changed but they didn’t do either. They just smiled and acted as though everything was totally normal and this was all to be expected and Donny realized that that might actually be worse.    After all of the hellos were finished Jack gave Donny a squeeze and whispered into his ear “see baby nothing to worry about everyone loves you just the way you are and just wait until they see your song they’ll love you even more. Actually let me go check to see how long we have until dinner so I can make sure you’re all ready” he looked around and spotted some of their youngest cousins chatting and  coloring in a corner. Before Donny could object Jack made a b~line for them. “Hey guys” he greeted “I need to go check on something can you guys babysit Donny for a minute”   The little cousins who were all between 4 and 6 nodded in excitement and gave an enthusiastic yes.   Jack placed Donny down and cupped his cheek “Baby, Buba will be right back so just sit here and color and be a good little boy for your big cousins”    Donny tried to avert his gaze but Jack refused to look away until he got a shaky but audible “yes Buba”   With a smile and a kiss Jack departed.Donny looked around nervously once again expecting to be teased or laughed at but instead he was simply handed a crayon “here baby” said Lily the oldest in the group “why don’t you make Buba a picture” Donny gave a nervous nod but set to work doing as he was told. Jack had made it clear that he was expected to obey and anyway it was a good distraction for his current situation.   Donny had been drawing for a few minutes when Jack returned to get him “come on Baby let’s get you ready”   Donny bit his lip but stood knowing he didn’t have a choice. Jack took his hand as the walked through the room. “Remember how we practiced Baby, do the dance moves and sing nice and loud so everyone can hear” that that got another nod.    Once they made it to the doorway of the room Jack knelt down to Donny’s level and fussed over his outfit a bit “ god you’re too cute”. He said with a final hug then he stood “okay baby I’ll get everyone’s attention so you can do your thing” Jack moved to stand directly behind his tiny brother.   Donny gave a nervous nod wishing they could just skip this part. But all too soon he heard Jack clap loudly. Ince the room fell silent he said “ hi everyone we have a little announcement for you . Jack gave Donny a reassuring squeeze to indicate that he should start.   Donny froze for just a second then started to bounce up and down and flap his arms like he had been taught. Then he started to sing “ turkey dinner turkey dinner gather round, gather round who will get the drum stick yummy yummy drumstick pass it round pass it round. Corn bread muffin, chestnut stuffing, pudding pie ten feet high. All of us were thinner til we came to dinner all sit down all sit down”.    Donny finished and looked around expectantly. He thought people might laugh or at least take the hint and get up to move to the dining room instead there was a chorus of ohhhs and awws and everyone clapped. Donny blushed and looked confusedly at his brother “no one’s moving… I’m not doing it again”.   Jack just chuckled and gave another loud clap to silence all of the adults “you heard our little turkey time to eat”. That was all it took, Donny was amazed at the way the whole room just responded to his brother the way they never would to him.    As everyone filed past Jack lifted Donny into his arms where he belonged and gave him a hug “good job my baby, Buba is so proud of you”:Donny blushed. He hated how good it felt when his Buba was proud of him”    Donny laid his head on Jack’s shoulder as they waited for the last of the group to go into the dining room. He realized something as they stood there and it took his breath away. He was wet and he had no idea when it had happened. He didn’t know what to do so he did the only thing he could think of, he whispered to Jack “Buba, I think I did a peepee”   Jack just kissed Donny’s hair snd rubbed his back as they followed the crowd “that’s perfect baby, you are such a good boy, using your diaper just like Buba wants”. That was all he said then they took their seat.     As dinner progressed Donny grew bored. He barely got a word in. It turned out that while Jack was able to keep up with the adult conversation he was not, not only was it hard because no one really wanted to hear a baby’s opinion on adult issues  but  also because every time he opened his mouth Jack filled it with food. At one point Donny thought he might be able add something but before he could he was silenced. Jack gently pressedDonnys face into his neck and cooed “shhhhh baby grownups are talking” Donny knew better than to interrupt again. He found himself gazing over to the kids table with envy. They all seemed so big snd independent and Donny realized that he they were even too mature for him. He took a beep breath and closed his eyes feeling a sense of calm come over him as he accepted the truth, Buba was right he was just a baby, without thinking he once again flooded his diaper.                                           

Chapter 5 – Truth… Too much of it. I must have been sleeping for three hours. The sun was already much lower and shone a bright light almost horizontally into the bedroom. I opened my eyes and found Tom already sitting next to me. He shook me awake, gently. I was still lying on my belly and turned my head to the other side. I squished my eyelids together to keep most of the sunlight out. “I don’t think I need to ask if you slept well, do I?” He asked. I smiled. I pulled my arms out from under the duvet, from the warmth into the cold, and tried to stretch them in the limited space behind my head. Even this little movement reminded me immediately of what I was wearing. My humiliating self-chosen punishment was apparent tangible. I may even started blushing a bit. “Come, let’s find you something to eat, and then maybe I can give you some answers. Is that a plan?” I nodded. “You don’t need to… Just some crackers or… yoghurt. I don’t… don’t eat much” “Nonsense.” Tom laughed. “You’re so skinny and you definitely need to eat something.” He brought his mouth to my ear. “You are already wearing a diaper, don’t make me spoon-feed you.” He kissed me quickly, before he stood up. He was definitely joking, but the fact remained that I did wear a diaper, and I was quickly learning that he had a strange kind of influence on me. I couldn’t rule out that it was a threat in disguise. Tom opened the drawer and pulled something out. It looked like a white, two-piece pyjama. He placed it on the bed, near the end. “It’s getting chilly. I already started a fire in the fireplace. It’s nice and warm downstairs.” “You… The diaper… Can I…” I asked, fumbling with the words again. He looked at me puzzled, like he didn’t understand the question. But of course he knew what I meant. “You can do whatever you want, sweetheart. I didn’t make you wear a diaper.” He winked at me and then turned around. He walked out and I heard him walk down the stairs. He just left me without an answer, and he left me with a dilemma. Yes, he didn’t made me wear the diaper, but he definitely wanted me to wear one. Like he didn’t made me wear the pull-up, but simply gave me no other choice. While I still enjoyed the warmth of the bed for another minute or two, I contemplated what I should do. I moved my legs and felt the diaper move with me. The diaper was tight around my waist, but felt loose between my legs. The bulk of the diaper felt uncomfortable when my legs were closed. I sighed. I didn’t bring any underwear. I had tried to, but Andrew had prevented me from doing so. Now I could choose between a thin pull-up diaper and a thick full-blown diaper. Choosing between a pull-up and a diaper wasn’t so hard, the fact that I wanted to please Tom made it much harder. I made a decision. I would wear the diaper for now, as I could always change back into a pull-up. If I wanted out of the diaper I could always say that I needed to use the bathroom, and then change into something much more comfortable, and much less embarrassing. I threw the duvet open, got up, got out of the shirt while meticulously avoiding any view of my diaper, and quickly pushed my legs into the bottom part of the pyjama. I pulled it all the way up, it may have looked ridiculous but still it couldn’t cover the diaper completely. Only when I put the top part of pyjama on, and straightened the bottom part a bit, I felt OK. As soon as I started walking, I realized that I may have hidden the diaper from view, but it definitely wasn’t hidden for other senses. Each step felt awful, and each step reminded me of something that I basically did to myself. Nobody ordered me to do it, and I was just punishing myself hoping Tom would forgive me for what I did. That he would like me, or even love me. I walked into the kitchen. Tom was there and I walked towards him. My bare feet on the cold tiles were almost soundless, and it felt like that my diaper made more noise while walking. Tom noticed me and turned around to me. I smelled bacon and eggs. With the spatula in his hand he gave me a quick kiss and then turned back to the stove. “I hope you’re hungry. I ate too much already this afternoon.” He said. He nipped at a glass of wine before he turned his attention back to his cooking. For a moment he looked around again and looked at my bare feet. “Why don’t you sit in front of the fire? It’s nice and cozy there. I’ll be there in a minute. You want something to drink?” “Orange Juice, or something like that. Just water is also OK.” I said. I left Tom alone for a moment and walked into the living room. It was small, but cozy. The room was filled with furniture, and didn’t leave much space to walk around. It wasn’t a mess, but it wasn’t perfectly organized too. I walked to the open fire and felt the warmth with every step I got closer. I didn’t want to get too close, as it wasn’t that cold, so I settled on the big couch and pulled my feet up and under me. I looked around while listening to the sounds that came out of the kitchen. It was an old cottage style house, with big wooden beams and irregular brick walls.  It was a bit dark, with the small windows and the big furniture, but I liked it. Tom came into the living room, holding a plate and a glass of orange juice. He put it in front of me, on the big wooden case that served as a table. He walked back to the kitchen to get his glass of wine, which he had refilled. He also handed me fork and knife, before he sat on the chair opposite of me. I kneeled in front of the case and started eating. It tasted so good, and I was hungrier that I thought. Scrambled eggs, bacon, mushrooms and a bit of onion, and toast. It was better than good, it was delicious. I ate and Tom watched contently. He waited for me to finish my plate, all the while we sat in silence. “You want more?” He asked, I shook my head. I took a sip from the orange juice. Tom stood up, picked up the plate and brought it back to the kitchen. I heard him put it in the dishwasher before he came back to me. He came to sit next to me and put his arm around me. His other hand went to the front of my pyjama bottom. “You are still wearing your diaper?” He asked. He already knew the answer, but still his hand tried to grab the pyjama bottom to get a visual confirmation. I was startled and tried to push his hand away. His arm around my shoulder pulled me over and I fell over until my shoulder rested against his side. Now both this hands tried to sneak under my pyjama top and bottom and he tried to tickle me. “Maybe you need a diaper change and therefor you don’t want me to have a peek.” He laughed. I shook my head and kept pushing his hands away. He was alternating tickling me and trying to grab my pyjama, and a few times just before he got hold of what he wanted, he just let go and tickled me again. I knew he was just teasing me, but he was too big and strong to really stop him. Still he didn’t seemed to succeed in really exposing my diaper, as he was just threatening it, but still I needed all my strength to try to stop him. Finally he grabbed both my hands, held them close to my body, bend over and kissed me on my cheek. I was already starting to sweat fending him of, and he just smiled. He knew he was toying with me. “Come, let’s talk.” He said. He pulled me up and pulled me close. He was sitting straight, and he pulled my legs across his own, and his arm around me pulling me against his shoulder. I found a comfortable spot, and his sort-of sideways hug felt good. I had felt tired before my nap and I felt refreshed now. It had also given me some sense of tranquility. My anger over the dress and the pull-up, and even the diaper, seemed to have subsided a bit. I still couldn’t understand why he wanted this, but for now it didn’t seem to matter too much, even if I hated the feeling of the diaper. I still was curious, of course. I needed to get some answers. “What… What’s the deal with the pull-up, and… and the stupid dress?” I asked. “You didn’t like the dress?” He smiled at me. “You looked so cute in it.” He looked at me and he was still joking, but I saw his face turn back to a more serious expression. “OK, then let me stop joking around and get serious, because I think we need to discuss serious things.” He said. “I wanted you out of your comfort zone. I really needed you out of your comfort zone. I thought about it a lot, and then I got this idea. And to be honest, I think it worked perfectly. I didn’t know if you would accept my invitation, and I deliberately didn’t give you my phone number so you couldn’t call me and complain.” Our faces were not so far from each other and I looked him in the eyes. He looked back at me, serious and maybe even a bit concerned. He was about to tell the truth, and I may not like what he was going to say. “You lost your parents not so long ago, and I think you needed to grow up too soon. The last two years were so hard for you, and that’s totally understandable.” He gave me a quick kiss. “And you’re self-esteem isn’t that high. That was already an existing condition, I suppose. You think you are too short, and I don’t think you really like what you see in the mirror.” “What? No…” He put his finger on my lips to stop me talking. “You hide all that under a lot of make-up, you wear sexy clothing to make sure people don’t mistake you for a child, and you party so much to hide your loneliness. You have a lot of friends, but not one really good friend. That’s probably because you are afraid to bind yourself again. And… You avoid sitting at home, alone, because I think you are afraid to be alone. You were never much alone, and you don’t know how to handle being alone.” I was shocked. This was way too much information to handle in such short notice. I didn’t know where to start to refute or confirm any of his observations. I just looked away, staring into the nothingness, trying to figure out what he just said. “You know that you talk a lot when you had something to drink?” He laughed and tried to lighten the mood. I hardly noticed his joke and I think Tom knew that I needed some time to compose myself again. “I think you keep a beautiful, intelligent and very sweet girl hidden under all the make-up, sexy clothes, manic behaviors and whatever. I wanted to meet the real you, and for that I wanted you out of your comfort zone. So, no sexy clothes, but the opposite of sexy clothes. No make-up to hide behind. No people you barely know around to hide between. No alcohol or drugs to dull your senses. Absolutely nothing that would give you a false sense of confidence.” He paused for a moment. “I wanted to meet you. The real you. Not the one you pretend to be.” I didn’t know how to react to that, or what to say. I didn’t know what I had expected for an explanation, but this hadn’t been it for sure. I felt a lot of emotions coming up. I think I was angry, but I was definitely annoyed too, maybe indignant. He fell silent, and I had nothing to say too. Not yet, anyway. He just held me close, and I rested against him, feeling het warmth and strength. “So… You sent me a childish dress, and a diaper, and…” “… And I hoped you accepted my invitation. You know, we already talked a lot. You talked a lot, and I listened. You told me everything about you, and you still know nothing about me. You needed someone to talk to, to really listen, and you found someone who is a bit older, larger and stronger. You wanted me to know you, and I hope to think that you wanted me to help you.” He said and paused for a moment. “I don’t think you want me as boyfriend, you want me as a father-figure. I don’t think you really love me, and I don’t think I will ever love you with a… a husband-and-wife kind of love.” “No… No!” “I think you are a bit lost in this world and that is totally understandable. You already experienced more in life than many twice your age. Your father died suddenly and you saw your mother slowly wither away. That is a lot to handle, but you managed to do it. You survived, but you have scars. Of course that leaves scars.” I heard him say. “You don’t know what to do now. You are lost, and I think that you tried to find someone that could help you. Maybe unconsciously you tried to find someone to hang on to. And then… then you found me. And I’m flattered.” He said. “I think, you want to be cared for, to be protected, maybe even to be without responsibilities. You may hate the fact that people think you are younger, that they see you as a child, but I think that you yearn to be child again. You want to be hugged and loved, and be that innocent child again you once were. You want to forget everything that has happened, and you don’t know how to do that. You lack the self-confidence to navigate the world, and you seek confirmation and guidance.” “No, I don’t… ” I almost shouted. “Why else would you then accept the terms of my invitation? I thought it would be much harder to get you to do this. I didn’t think you would already accept my first invitation. You hardly know me, but here you are. I now know I am right about you, you acknowledge my thoughts with every choice I see you make. But… but I fear that you really need help, that… that you will drown in real life.” He said. “No!” I said, almost crying. “I am hurting you by saying this, I know, but I have to get you out of your destructive routine. I have to tell you the truth, even when the truth hurts.” I was crying. I couldn’t control my tears. “The truth is that you don’t know me, but here you are, diapered and in a pyjama. And you did that because you felt safe with me. Not because you love me. You needed a friendly father-figure, a strong one, and you projected that on me. I didn’t need to persuade you into anything. You did this all to yourself. You wanted this. I just gave you a choice.” “Stop, please stop.” “I’m sorry I am telling you things you don’t want to hear, but I really want to be honest with you. I don’t want there to be any misunderstanding. You are a sweet, beautiful and kind woman, but with a lot of luggage. Maybe I can help you, if you want. Together we have to find out what you need. That’s entirely up to you.” He whispered, while holding me close. I wasn’t relaxed anymore. My body had tensed up and leaning against his body didn’t feel as good as before anymore. “You… You wanted to humiliate me? You manipulated me, you… you diapered me.” I cried. I wanted to pull away from his hug, but he held me. He resisted my first half-hearted attempt. “You wanted to come here, and… and you wanted me to put the diaper on you. You wanted to do whatever it took to please me, and you wanted to feel… to feel small and like… like a child, maybe. You didn’t want to be an adult for a moment.” “No, not true. You… Let me go.” This time I pushed harder and he let me go. He didn’t resist me anymore, but I felt his reluctance. Maybe he knew that it didn’t go like he had hoped, like he had planned. I stood up as quickly as I could and ran away. I didn’t care about my bare feet on the cold tiles, I didn’t care about the pyjama, and I didn’t notice my diaper anymore. I really didn’t care, I had bigger issues to think about. I couldn’t think straight, and no sensible argument came to mind. I just felt bad, and I did what I was used to do. I ran away. Luckily I still had the state of mind to look for my telephone. I saw it lying on the kitchen table, next to the keys of my house. I grabbed them, did a quick look over my shoulder to see if Tom wasn’t following me, and I locked myself in the toilet. I called Andrew. I wanted to go home, as quickly as possible. I wanted to run away, and leave all my problems behind.  

Hi FlyingFox, I really like this story. It's one of the best I've read. You really touched my heart. Lots of mixed feelings and reflections on life and what makes it meaningful. I grow with Sally as the story progresses. Even though I'm not a big fan of the religious side of things, I can see what it brings to the story, and it makes me wonder about my own beliefs and what they can do for me if I return to them as a guide in life.  I hope the story will be longer, and that we'll be able to grow together with Sally for some time to come.  Thank you