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Kate decides it's simply too nice of a day to stay indoors despite Richy's objections.  ---  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 ---  It was almost enough to allow Richy to forget that he was basically out in public. He felt his bladder asking for relief after a little while of splashing about and didn’t hesitate to let go. It felt very different to wetting a regular diaper, the urine basically pooled in the diaper and with no absorbency, it just stayed there. Richy discreetly reached down and pulled the leg band away from his leg, feeling the urine rush out as the water from the pool rushed in. He shivered. Maybe the warmth of his pee would’ve been preferable. “Kate? Wow, good to see you!” Richy was distracted from the toys by the voice talking to his sister. Looking up, Richy saw three women who seemed to be about Kate’s age. They seemed to have been walking past the house and stopped when they saw Kate on the lounger. Richy’s sister was quickly hopping up and going over to them with a big smile. “Hey, what’s up?” Kate said, “I’m just babysitting.” Richy looked away. He’d known these young women for years. They’d often been at their house and hanging out with Kate whilst he’d been growing up. They’d seen him as a baby plenty of times, but it was never less humiliating. He quickly looked away from them, pushing the toy boat he was holding to the side as if there was a chance they hadn’t seen him playing with it. “Hi Richy!” Georgia, one of Kate’s friends said with a little wave, “Having fun?” Richy shyly looked at Georgia and nodded his head. He was tempted to push his face under the water and not come up for air. Unlike Kate, the friends had never had a problem treating Richy like a baby, from the moment he was designated as a Little they’d seemed fascinated by the process. They’d even joked that seeing him like that had made them work harder at avoiding such a fate themselves. As Richy listened to Kate talking to her friends he felt a slight pressure in his bowels. He pushed out some gas without hesitation, only to be caught by surprise when he felt the pressure suddenly grown. He quickly moved his hands to the back of the swim diaper, he couldn’t do that out there in the garden, not with the other women there… “Do you want to come in and chat?” Kate asked, “I’m watching the baby, but we could catch up out here.” “Sure, let me ju-…” One of the friends started. Whatever she had been about to say was cut off by the sound of an even louder fart coming from Richy. His eyes were wide, and he looked desperately around at the people, now all looking his way. He felt a panic go through him like adrenaline, and he turned on to his hands and knees, he had to crawl away and find a place to hide before… Richy had barely taken two crawled steps towards the edge of the paddling pool when he lost control. His bowels, slackened from lack of attention over the last few years, could only put up the smallest fight before they gave in. On his hands and knees, his butt raised high in the air, he felt his body pushing, and the water-resistant swim diaper bulged out as he pooped his pants. Richy heard a gasp from behind him. Who it came from, he had no idea. He’d squeezed his eyes shut as he soiled himself helplessly. It was all over in seconds but there could be no disguising what had happened, the way his diaper was pushing out could only mean one thing. “You know what? Maybe we should catch up another time…” Kate said, “I should concentrate on my little brother.” “Yeah, sorry you’re stuck with him.” Georgia replied with pity. “It’s fine. He can’t help it.” Kate said, “Hey, I’ll speak to you guys on messenger later, OK? We need to go out for drinks soon.” “Alright.” Georgia said. Richy was crying by the time Kate’s friends had walked away, whispering amongst themselves. Without a second thought he had tipped backwards, sitting on the poopy diaper and spreading it around against his skin, the water making it all feel particularly strange. He started bawling, an almost automatic reaction to what he had done, but particularly because it had happened in front of other people. “Come on.” Kate said with a sigh, “It’s OK, baby, big sis will take care of you.” If there was one benefit to Richy’s loud sobs and tears it was that he couldn’t hear what his sister’s friends might’ve been saying about him as they walked away. He crawled to the edge of the paddling pool and awkwardly climbed over the side allowing a lot of water to flow out and over the ground. He took his sister’s hand and waddled inside, his swim diaper now feeling like a water balloon with an unpleasant surprise inside. “Straight up to the bath, I think.” Kate said as she looked down at Richy’s waist and assessed what she was likely to find inside. Richy had to stand on the path in full view of anyone walking and driving by as his sister dried him with a towel. The same towel was then wrapped around his waist and between his legs to almost create a second diaper over the first. If the tearful Richy was being generous to himself, he would say it was for any drips that were coming off him. If he was being uncharitable, he would’ve suggested that his sister simply didn’t trust him to not helplessly wet himself. Richy continued to sniff and cry as his hand was taken, and he was led up the stairs. Forced into a wide-legged waddling gait by everything between his legs, it felt like he was wearing the thickest diaper of his life. “Wait there, baby.” Kate said as she stopped him in the centre of the bathroom. Richy looked down and saw himself dripping slowly on to the floor. His sister, meanwhile, had leaned over the side of the tub and was turning on the faucets to let the water heat up. As they waited, she sat back on the toilet and looked at her brother. Richy didn’t like the way she looked at him, it seemed to have changed, even from that morning. It was difficult to describe but he could almost feel the difference rather than see it. Her small smile at him was similar to his mom’s, a slight condescension mixed with love. “Don’t look at me like that…” Richy mumbled as he sniffed back his tears and tried to stop crying. It wasn’t easy, thanks to what he could feel happening in his pants. “Like what?” Kate asked. “Like I’m…” Richy stopped. He didn’t want to say the words. Even after all the time he had spent as a big baby, he found it very difficult to say out loud. As if hearing the words from his own lips might make it true, he still hadn’t fully accepted that what he was now was going to be the rest of his life. “A baby?” Kate offered. Richy shuddered but slowly nodded his head. “How am I supposed to see you?” Kate asked with raised eyebrows. Richy had no response to that. It was hard to argue he was anything but a baby when his diaper was full and he had red eyes from crying. He let his head droop down to look at his feet as Kate checked the water on her hand and then switched to the showerhead. She helped Richy into the tub with the shower in her free hand. It felt like everything had changed. The sister that Richy remembered arguing with her parents about the barbarity of forcing someone to live as a baby seemed to have been replaced. Had Kate always just been scared of her own upcoming designation? Or maybe she had become so used to seeing Richy as a baby that it just started making sense to her. “Alright, stay still for me.” Kate said, “Just for a minute.” Richy was facing away from Kate. He was glad of that fact as Kate started pulling down the swim diaper. Liquid flooded out. A mixture of pool water, urine and bits of poop fell into the tub where the water current took it all towards the drain. Richy’s face was a deep red. He stepped out of the diaper as he was continually hosed off. Then Kate turned the showerhead on to the diaper itself, washing out most of the foul waste that he had left behind. “Alright, sit down.” Kate said with a smile. Richy covered himself up as he did so. He had nothing Kate hadn’t seen before during various diaper changes, but that didn’t mean he liked showing off. Kate turned the faucets on, and warm water started to fill the tub. “I think you might need to work a bit on accepting your position.” Kate said as she stood up and started unbuttoning her blouse. “W-What are you doing?” Richy asked. His eyes went wide as the blouse spilled open and he saw the black bra underneath his sister’s top. “I’ve seen a lot of people who were assigned Little who are happy.” Kate continued, ignoring Richy’s question, “I’m sure it wasn’t easy for them, but still…” Richy stared with wide eyes as Kate now stepped out of her pants. She was wearing a black pair of panties that matched her bra. Richy didn’t know what to say or do, he felt like he should look away and yet he didn’t even blink as he stared at his sister, getting undressed right next to him without a care in the world. “I’ll admit, I used to find the whole designation thing… ludicrous.” Kate continued, “At best it was pointless and at worse it was cruel, but… Well, now I’m not so sure.” Richy was going to argue back but then Kate reached behind her back with both hands. A second of fumbling later and she was shrugging the bra off her shoulders leaving her breasts free, her perky nipples pointed right at Richy. He finally turned his head away when Kate pulled down her panties leaving her completely naked. “It’s become so normal, hasn’t it?” Kate said as she stepped towards the tub, “Your status, I mean. I barely remember you as anything else at this point.” Kate lifted a leg over the side of the tub and lowered it into the water. Richy, who was feeling very uncomfortable was looking at the tiled wall on his other side, as his sister slipped into the water. The tub was large enough to fit them both, though there wasn’t a lot of room. She leaned back until her back touched the faucet. Richy didn’t say anything. He didn’t know where to look, but thankfully, by the time Kate had turned the water off the bubbles and waterline were covering anything he felt he shouldn’t be seeing. That was when it hit him. Kate had no such compunctions about seeing Richy naked, or him seeing her naked. Why was that? The answer was as obvious as it was devastating. Something that had been obvious to everyone except Richy. Kate no longer saw him as anything but a baby brother, and who cared if a baby saw you naked or anything like that? He knew the way she saw him had changed, but no idea it had morphed to such an extent. He was no longer seen as any kind of sexual entity, sibling or not, so she had no shame to be naked with him. He looked down at the water in front of him and tried not to start crying all over again. Kate sat forwards and took the soap from behind her. She started to lather up Richy’s chest, not expecting him to do a single thing to help. She just hummed away to herself quietly as she dutifully washed her brother all over. Richy, mortified and embarrassed, just couldn’t stop thinking about how casual it all was for her. Once Kate was satisfied Richy was clean, she climbed out of the tub and wrapped a towel around herself, before turning back around and helping Richy out. He couldn’t look in her eye. After she quickly dried him, he was taken to the nursery and straight to the changing table. At least she put on a dressing gown to cover up. “Better get you padded up again before we have puddles to deal with.” Kate commented. It was hard to tell if she was joking or not, “Mom would kill me if you stained the carpet.” “I’m not incontinent…” Richy mumbled in annoyance. “Yet.” Kate added. Richy shuddered. He knew his control then was worse than it had been before everything had started. It didn’t take drugs, brainwashing or anything special to make it happen either. Time was his greatest enemy. The longer he was in diapers full time, without thinking about using the toilet, the less attention he paid to those muscles. He had long ago started wetting and messing himself at the slightest sign he needed to go, those muscles were weakening bit by bit. The rest of the change was a bit of a blur for Richy. He knew that his sister had been very thorough when it came to powdering him, but his mind was elsewhere. He spent most of his time thinking about what she said about him and the seemingly inevitable incontinence that would accompany wearing diapers for the rest of his life. It felt like it might be the last straw, a sign that even if the government reversed the laws, he would never be able to go back to being an adult again. Richy spent the rest of his day with his sister. It had become very clear that she wasn’t acting or pretending, she very much did see him like a baby, just like everyone else. Richy hadn’t expected it to hit him so hard, but it did. It was like one of the last tenuous threads connecting him to his previous life was being cut. He hadn’t realised how much that one small thing meant to him until it was gone. When Richy’s parents came home, it was to find him in his highchair with his mouth smeared with food that was also dripping down on to his bib and the highchair tray. He didn’t want to, but he felt a childish sense of glee at his parents returning home and held out his arms to his mom until she came around the table and carefully hugged him. It was only afterwards that he realised how childish the act was. It turned out, when you spent nearly every waking moment of the last three years around a person you became very attached… just like a mother and their toddler. ---  If you liked this update and want to see the next update RIGHT NOW you can do so here: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mozb40hx8a1381/chapter/mr7ycsgl1227618 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2574576

Really liked this one.  Hope Suzie finds some more bedwetters in the fraternities because Tom and Geri are really on to something here.

Str8ups are made by the NRU supplier they make several lines of nappies. 

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Honestly the same way you'd go about dating as someone who isn't a DL or who has any other kink. Neither my Wife or my Boyfriend/Daddy knew about ABDL before we got together and I just celebrated 20 years married with my Wife and it will be 9 years with my Boyfriend in the Fall.