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Joey is in a diaper and no amount of asking his Mom to reconsider will get her to do so. Then it's downstairs to find out just what Joey's life will look like going forwards.   ---    I make all my money from writing. It is the only income I have and every single cent goes to keeping the lights on and food in the fridge. I am IMMENSELY grateful to all of my wonderful subscribers who allow me to do this for a living. If you enjoy my writing you can find benefits such as early access to everything I post and 30+ complete stories that are EXCLUSIVE to my subscriber pages. If you are interested, I would be forever grateful for you checking out my subscriber pages below (the same content is posted on both).   https://reamstories.com/elfy/   https://subscribestar.art/elfy   ---  It was after a little while, with Joey trying to distract himself with his little brother’s games, that he felt the drinks that he had go through him. His bladder was telling him it was time to go to the toilet, and he very nearly stood up before remembering the very different circumstances he was now in. His eyes went wide, and he immediately clenched his muscles harder. “No!” Lucas exclaimed in frustration, “He goes over there!” The toddler picked up on of the larger army men and moved it across the miniature battlefield away from where Joey had first put it. He mumbled an apology but was so completely distracted by his bladder that he barely took in what was happening. He knew it would be inevitable; this is what happened with diapers after all, but it had somehow felt unreal, like it would never actually happen to HIM. He was stuck in a state of shock, his brain had shut down and he had no idea how to react to such an obscenely strange situation. Joey found his arms shaking a little and his heart was beating fast. Surely his mom didn’t expect… this, right? The diapers must’ve just been for show, to help him relax, but he shouldn’t use them. Despite appearances, he wasn’t actually a baby. He should go and use the toilet. He was sure he would be able to pull his private parts out of the leg bands to avoid any accidents. He imagined wetting himself and his mom walking in to find the diaper used when she never intended for him to go that far. What would she think then? “Where you going?” Lucas asked as Joey stood up. Joey put a finger to his lips and then pointed over to the baby monitor on the far wall. The one that had always been set up for Lucas, that usually didn’t pick up most conversations but would definitely hear if someone was crying. Joey put his finger to his lips to tell his younger brother to be quiet and then he stepped over the side of the playpen. Finding himself having to sneak around his own house, Joey tip-toed carefully up the stairs. His bladder was insistently telling him it was time to use the toilet; he avoided the squeaky floorboard as he reached the landing and looked down the hall. At the far end was his mom’s office, she would almost certainly be in there working even though the door was open. The bathroom door was, however, right at the top of the landing and Joey smiled as he turned towards it. “Joey? What are you doing up here?” Fran’s voice made Joey jump, and he let out a little yelp of surprise. He turned to the side to see Fran sitting on the edge of her bed, she hadn’t been in her office at all. “I was just…” Joey started before falling silent. He looked around nervously, “Aren’t you supposed to be working?” “It’s Saturday, baby.” Fran said with a twitch of a smile. Joey closed his eyes tightly. Of course. He couldn’t believe he had forgotten that important fact in amongst all the excitement of the morning. “It’s OK, I was going to-…” Joey started. “Come in.” Fran repeated. Joey nervously played with his fingers but slowly stepped forwards into the bedroom. He crinkled loudly with every step, still not something he was used to. He stood in front of his mom with his head bowed, blushing and doing his best to avoid looking her in the eye. Her hand reached forwards and slipped underneath Joey’s onesie, pressing the padding up against his body. “Still dry.” Fran said. Joey thought there was a little disappointment in the way she said it. “That’s, erm, why I was up here actually.” Joey mumbled around his pacifier. “Oh?” Fran raised an eyebrow. “Well, it’s just… I know you want me to try wearing these things...” Joey pointed to his waist. Saying the word out loud was proving difficult. Even just referring to it was making him blush, “But I didn’t think you’d want me to… you know…” “Use it?” Fran said for him. Joey winced but nodded his head. Fran seemed to smile a little, she shook her head and put a hand on Joey’s hip, rubbing up and down a little. “Baby, of course I want you to use it.” Fran said, “These diapers aren’t just for show.” Joey, in his heart of hearts, had already known that to be the case. How could it not be? These diapers couldn’t have been cheap; would his mom have bought them if she didn’t expect him to use them? Of course not. That left the terrifying idea of what happened next though. His need for the bathroom had only grown but now he was being explicitly told he couldn’t use it. He swallowed nervously. “Normally getting out of the playpen like this would be worthy of punishment.” Fran said, “But I suspect this is a valuable learning opportunity.” Joey wished the ground would just open up and swallow him. He was really going to be expected to wet the diapers, as if he was no older than Lucas. He swallowed down a lump of shame in his throat. Fran’s hand came out and cupped the diaper between Joey’s legs, feeling it’s weight through the fabric of the onesie. “Just let go, baby.” Fran said softly. “Huh!?” Joey blanched. His mom wanted him to do it right there!? The thought terrified him, “I… I can’t…” “You can.” Fran countered and smiled up at him, “You came up here because you needed the potty, right?” “Toilet…” Joey mumbled. He didn’t like all the infantile words his mom was increasingly using for everything. “You’ll feel better if you let it all out.” Fran continued, ignoring Joey’s little correction, “Then Mommy can take you for a diaper change.” It all felt so wrong. Joey was eighteen years old, none of this should be happening. He had never been the most overtly macho man in the world, but what did exist of his masculinity rebelled at the thought of doing something so humiliating. His muscles tensed up harder than ever, almost painfully so. “I can’t…” Joey choked out. “I assure you it’s the easiest thing in the world.” Fran said with a small chuckle, “If Lucas can do it, then so can you.” That was different. Lucas wasn’t potty trained, wetting himself was expected. Joey hadn’t had an accident for as long as he could remember. He shifted his feet nervously and looked towards the door. A part of him was saying he should be rebelling, pulling himself away from his mom’s grip and going out to the bathroom, telling his mom to screw whatever weird ideas she had about de-stressing him. Joey anxiously looked back and forth from his mom to the bathroom. His bladder ached and demanded to be allowed to release but was being denied, it was not happy. “Mom…” Joey mumbled desperately. “It’s OK.” Fran said softly, “You don’t have to worry about a thing. Just let go and I’ll change you.” It felt so wrong. Joey had been potty trained for as long as he remembered, his mom had told him he had been very quick to train, in fact, he was the first in his group of friends to manage it by quite some distance. Now he was reverting all the way back. It was guaranteed that he was going to wet himself, the first time he was going to do such a thing since he had got out of diapers. His hands found the pacifier that had slipped out of his mouth and shoved it back, he sucked on the amber bulb, desperate for a little relief. Joey didn’t want to give up. But his body made up his mind for him. He shuddered as he felt his bladder let go. Opening his legs just a little, Joey felt one of the strangest sensations in his life. As he started to pee, he expected to feel cold streaks running down his legs, splashing on to the floor and getting his feet wet. Instead, he experienced the complete opposite. Everything seemed to stop as Joey wet himself for the first time in over fifteen years. It was as if all his senses had turned off to focus on the embarrassing feeling of warmth that was quickly growing and expanding in his underwear. He could feel the urine rushing out of him like a waterfall, pooling in the bottom of his diaper and soaking quickly into the padding. Far from being cold, it felt exceptionally warm. In the silence, with his ears seeming to tune themselves to only pick up one sound, he felt like he could hear the faint his as he wet himself. He closed his eyes tightly, letting out a little whine as the warmth surrounded his genitals. Joey’s mouth hung open and the pacifier came tumbling out. He looked down at the padding and almost thought he could see it growing bigger, it certainly felt like it was, the sides of the disposable seeming to push into his thighs even more than they had already done so. It was a feeling Joey had expected to hate. The idea of wetting himself had seemed so abhorrent, so against what he had been told to do for so long, that he reasoned it must be something that would feel absolutely terrible. And yet, there he was, doing it, and not feeling bad at all. Aside from the embarrassment, which was considerable, he would’ve described the feeling of wetting himself as almost… pleasant. As all Joey’s senses fixated on what was happening in his pants, he kind of forgot that he was standing in front of his mom. The world around him seemed to become dark and he didn’t see, hear or even smell anything other than his diaper. He had never been so hyper-fixated on one thing in his entire life. By the time Joey had stopped he could feel the much heavier diaper sagging a little. It no longer felt so light as to almost not be there, it was no longer felt like a super fluffy cushion wrapped around him. The diaper had become much weightier and, although he was doing his best not to move, he could tell it was squishier. A small part of him thought it was no surprise it could be hard to potty train kids; the wet diaper seemed to be surprisingly comfortable. Joey had become so focused on himself and his “accident” that he had forgotten where he was. Still looking down at his crotch, he jumped as he suddenly saw a hand come into view. It reached between his legs and patted the padding, lifting it up and feeling the weight, pushing the disposable against his body, before letting it fall again, emphasising the considerably increased heaviness. Joey looked up bashfully to see that his mom was now standing in front of him. She had a big smile on her face and Joey felt heat flush his face red. The humiliation and shame of what he had just done suddenly overwhelmed him. He startled to mumble something that sounded like an apology, but he was instantly shushed. “It’s OK.” Fran said softly, “Mommy’s got you. You did so well.” The hand on Joey’s diaper withdrew and he was, instead, wrapped in a hug. He felt confused. Getting praised for wetting himself seemed odd and yet it had also felt difficult to do until his body made the decision for him. He wondered what his friends from school would think if they could see him, he wondered what Tracy would say, and shuddered as he then thought about the big bully, Brad. Finally, his thoughts turned to his middle brother, Ben. He was glad his brother wasn’t home to see this. His eyes filled with tears from all the complex emotions that filled his brain. “Come on, let’s get you changed.” Fran said as she let go of Joey and instead took his hand. Joey waddled behind his mom. He very quickly realised why Lucas seemed to have such a different gait when he was in need of a diaper change. The padding had already been pressing on his thighs, now it was digging in, and he widened his stance to compensate. He waddled just like Joey or any child with a diaper due for a change did. His mom looked back at him and her smile widened; Joey’s humiliation jumped several more notches. Led into the nursery, Joey was taken to the changing table. He did his best to clamber up, but his mom helped with a hand squarely on his wet butt. He laid down and quickly pushed the pacifier back into his mouth. It was hard to believe he was finding himself on the changing table yet again. He supposed it was something he should always have seen coming, something that was entirely inevitable from the moment his mom decided on this course of action, but it was still not something he could see himself becoming used to any time soon. The snaps on Joey’s onesie were undone, and the stretchy material sprang up over his belly exposing the diaper underneath. He looked away. Unlike the first time he was diapered, he didn’t do much to try and protect his modesty, it seemed pointless bearing in mind everything that happened that morning. Joey’s diaper was opened up, and he shivered as the cool air blew against his warm crotch. He kept his eyes averted as his mom took a handful of wipes and cleaned him up. The whole change was completed with Fran talking quietly, softly affirming Joey and reassuring him. “I remember when I used to change you.” Fran said with a wistful smile, “The first-time round, I mean. You were always such a good baby, never gave me trouble.” Joey didn’t respond to any of the comments made. He wasn’t sure what he would say even if his throat wasn’t blocked by a ball of humiliation. His friends at school had sometimes jokingly teased him that he was a “mommy’s boy”, he never got into a lot of the teenage antics that the others did. The truth was that sometimes he wanted to relax and go to parties with them, but he had always had duties at home, and they only increased as he got older. “I think it’ll be time for a nap after this.” Fran said as she started taping on the new disposable. “A nap?” Joey finally spoke. He hadn’t had a nap since he had been Lucas’s age. Though, perhaps that was the point. “Yes, I don’t want you to get too tired.” Fran replied, “You’ll get cranky.” “Is Lucas having a nap?” Joey asked. “Not today.” Fran said. Joey swallowed down his embarrassment. Maybe he was now a smaller baby than his brother. It made sense in a weird sort of way, after all Lucas was probably going to be potty trained sooner rather than later whilst Joey was only just getting back in diapers. It was still hard to get used to that idea. He didn’t think it would ever feel normal for him to be like a baby again. How long did his mom plan on having this go? Not THAT long, surely? The poppers on Joey’s onesie were pressed together, and he felt the fresh diaper press against him. He had to admit that it was nice to be dry again. He was helped off the table and led over to the inflatable crib. It was surprisingly big and still had a quite rigid structure. There was a metal frame holding it in position and one of the white poles, sticking vertically, had a gate attached. The small lock was undone and Fran held it open for Joey to step inside. “Have a good rest.” Fran said. Joey felt that his step was unsure on the inflatable floor of the crib and sat himself down so as not to fall over. Before he could think about what to say, his mom was leaving the room. As the door closed, he was finally left alone. For a solid minute he simply stared at the exit to the room and wondered if someone was going to come bursting in with a television camera on their shoulder, shouting that the whole thing had been some elaborate prank. Joey reached for the pacifier that was clipped to his onesie and put it into his mouth. It was soon clear that no one was coming in, that this was indeed very real. Slowly, and hearing the crinkling with every movement, Joey lowered himself down until his head hit the pillow. He wasn’t alone in the crib. Aside from his pillow and sheets, his mom had populated the edges of the inflatable bed with stuffies, some from his own childhood, and some that must’ve belonged to Lucas. It was very strange to be lying in the crib and staring up at the ceiling. Joey could see the edges of the bars all around him, feel the teddy bears that brushed his skin, and, just like before, any and every little movement caused him to crinkle distractingly. At first, Joey was sure that he wouldn’t be able to sleep in such unusual surroundings and in the middle of the day as well, but the stress of the morning must’ve taken it out of him. In no time at all he found his eyes struggling to remain open. He sleepily grabbed one of the stuffies, a monkey called Mortimer that he remembered having when he had been a baby the first time around and cuddled it against his chest as he drifted off. “What is going on?” Joey tiredly asked Mortimer, “This all so… weird.” ---  If you enjoyed this update and want to see what happens next without waiting you can find part two posted at the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/ms1lat8c054a4d/chapter/mth5npqdb0730c5 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2668376

Of course I was and am discreet wearing diapers under proper clothing. For example, I am in my office getting ready for a busy day with an Abena M4 diaper, medium/modest booster, and pink cotton/lycra diaper pants from Baby Your Doll. I am already a little wet and all is discreet under casual pants and an untucked shirt. No apologies necessary, Slomo. Perhaps I should have been more explicit.

Glad you enjoyed it!

That would be how I would do it.

I love the story .