Baby Talk

Hmmmm..... sounds conservative to me. Of course, I wouldn't find it to surprising that liberals would run on that too.   From what it sounded like, the Freedom Caucus got run out of the legislature, supposedly replaced by "Common Sense Conseratives". I'm more of a politically philosophical pessimist.  I would like to see every single legislator from the top down, open their books and show us where the money comes from.  One of the things that got pointed out during the primary season was that a lot of out of state money was being poured into elections here in Wyoming. There was even a quick little blurb about checks being handed out during a legislative session in Cheyenne. They were supposedly from a donor up in Jackson.   According to AAA averages here in town, 85: $4.16, 87: 4:48, 91: $4.78, Diesel: $5.36. I just found out 85 octane is considered "Rocky Mountain Altitude Blend."

Oh man, I really got into Def Leppard when I was a kid. My very first tape was "Hysteria.", and I still get teased because I still like "Pour Some Sugar On Me". I was pleasantly surprised to find out that they have a symphony album out. Sadly, "Sugar" flopped IMO. I can sort of agree on the standing part. The free concert series here in town is one of those, because my cousin's old lady had to be right up there by the stage. I would have been just as happy sitting in the grassy parts of the depot. Korn, Spritbox and Gojira at Fiddler's Green in Denver was fun, but the seating arrangements left much to be desired. My legs were toast when the show was over. The other venue that I go to, at least there is tables and railings to lean on. Though if you want to go up just in front of the stage, there really isn't a whole lot stopping you. In fact the only act I know of that charged extra for that space was Ice Cube, both times he came out here. BTW, I did remember one show out here that I missed was Bone-Thugs-N-Harmony. I heard that was a great show, and apparently, they went over to the pizza shop next to the venue and started making pizzas, supposedly buying a stake in that pizza place. Despite that, I have yet to eat there.

Chapter 7: Nanny Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 3 - Bargaining – LittleFallenPrincess     A month had passed. I longed for home something fierce. Especially my Mum. I missed her so much. And I still wasn’t used to all this baby stuff. But… Belladonna made it bearable. Somewhat bearable anyway.   I don’t think I’ll ever get used to wetting and messing my nappies. Fuck… I’m even calling them ‘my’ nappies in my own head… maybe I am being conditioned. Maybe I’m worse off than I thought I was… because it feels like all the fight in me has gone. As if I had resigned myself to this new life of mine. I mean… I’m not wrong, there’s no escaping. I’m a normal, powerless, weak human, in a world full of magical creatures who all obey the Queen without question. I’m rarely left alone, and it’s not like I could sneak out whilst I’m asleep, as the bassinet still has that damn enchantment on it that makes me fall asleep instantly. But then I remember that damn garden… and my body shivers with fear. And I remind myself that I’m probably the most well-off right now. Okay… maybe just below those who Titania deems her ‘lovers’. Because as far as I know, from what I’ve learned over the past month… they are still allowed their human lives in my old world, they’re just summoned whenever Titania has… urges. So I’m just below them. Which still, isn’t that bad compared to the stories Belladonna has told me. Those stories, along with the occasional walk around the palace, and the various meetings with other fae nobles, have kept me grounded a bit, and allowed me to keep my sanity. Without these, and some other things, I would’ve lost my mind weeks ago. I had also gotten used to the dresses I had been dressed up in whenever we had guests. If anything, a little bit of that weird feeling inside disappeared whenever I was put in one, so it made the day feel better, despite having to deal with the humiliation from being babied by some random fae noble. But hey, it’s not all bad. No job. No pressure to find a girlfriend or settle down. No bills or anything. I just get to play with toys and sleep. I don’t even have to worry about using the bathroom or washing myself, that’s all sorted for me. I do miss TV though, I wish we had it here. I miss watching movies on friday nights with my Mum. We’d rent a tape, get takeaway, and watch something new every week. It was the thing I looked forward to every week… until my Mum got sick, and we started doing it less and less. “What’s got you all stuck in your head?” I snapped into the present, and realised I was holding a toy horse that was on its way to rescue the Princess, one of my other dolls. Oops. “Ah. Sorry…” “No, it’s cute. You’re cute.” My nanny always knew what to say to make me blush. Which just gave her even more power over me. Magic, height, strength, being a gorgeous woman… and her special power. There was no resisting her. Not like I’d want to. She was gorgeous. And kind. And funny. And sweet. And aside from the first week where I upset her and she went silent… She's been there for me nearly all day every day. Taking care of me, both physically… and mentally. She’s been the main reason I’ve kept my sanity. “N… nuh huh!” I babbled back to her, knowing that makes her smile. “‘Nuh huh’? Is that your response?” “...Maybe…” I grinned. “Then I’ll have to counter that ‘nuh huh’...” she said, as she dropped to her knees beside me, wrapped her large arms around me, and squeezed me. “Eeeek!” I squealed in response. “What’s the matter, cutie? Too little to speak?” “Nuh huh!” “There’s that ‘nuh huh’ again. I did warn you…” She pulled back a second, just long enough to be able to see the look in her eye and the grin on her face… when the Queen interrupted our bonding time by clearing her throat, appearing in the doorway to the nursery. “Your Majesty…” Belladonna called out, quickly standing up straight, pulling me up along with her, resting me on her hip and arranging herself. All in one swift motion. Wow… she’s good. “I see you two are getting along okay.” “Yes, Your Majesty. He was just denying how cute he was… so I was-” “He was, was he?” Titania asked with a straight face. “I… uhhh… yes, Ma’am.” “Well good for him that I have need of you.” “You have need of me? Whatever for? And what about the little one, Ma’am?” “I have arranged for another Nanny to take care of him for the time being. And you are to follow me immediately. Leave him on the floor.” I didn’t get to say anything before my Nanny placed me back down onto the nursery floor, whispering ‘be a good boy whilst I’m gone’ as she walked away quickly to catch up with the Queen, who was well on her way out.   After a few minutes of relative silence, or what could’ve been ten minutes (I don’t know, time is weird in here. It still doesn’t feel like a month, but at the same time it feels like I’ve been here a lifetime already), the door opened once again…  It was at that point that a woman who looked very similar to Belladonna walked in. She too wore a similar maid uniform, but had her pink hair up in buns on either side of her head. Perfect makeup, pretty face… she looked like every other fae I had encountered during my stay here… she was beautiful. All fae are gorgeous… and I have no idea why or how. Maybe it’s just a thing about their race? Anyway, she had the biggest smile on her… and it looked fake. Clearly she didn’t want to be stuck with me. And to be honest… I didn’t want to be stuck with her. I didn’t mind Titania, though she can be quite scary whenever I’m around her. She’s never scary towards me, but she’s plenty scary towards others, and this has made me be very careful around her. Bella, however, I loved being around. She was genuinely lovely and fun. She kept me grounded, read me stories, explained little bits of fae society to me but didn’t treat me like an idiot… or a baby (at least in regards to my lack of knowledge about the realm I’m a prisoner in, not every other aspect of my life), and she likes hearing my stories about my life and realm. Apparently she has never been to the ‘mortal realm’, so she was living vicariously through my stories of my boring, drab life. “So… you’re the little one that I’ve been told to look after for a while. Can’t say I’m impressed…” she said, as she stood over me, looking down with her arms crossed. Well I see we’re off to a great start. She seems lovely. Totally don’t miss Belladonna already… and I haven’t even learnt this woman’s name. “H… Hi…” I mumbled, nervously. I mean sure, I was used to being paraded around other people whilst dressed as an oversized infant… but in such an intimate setting, without my usual Nanny being here for support? I felt… ridiculous. The old shame quickly returned and I felt my cheeks burning up. “So… I’m not here long. So I don’t want to even learn your name, got it, kiddo?” “I… okay?” “Good. You can call me Nanny.” Okay… I guess I don’t even get to learn your name. I really hope this is a one time thing so I never have to meet this rude person again. “Okay… Nanny.” “Good. You follow orders. Now… let's see what other tricks you can do.” “T… tricks?” “Yeah, tricks. Like… Can you roll over?” “I’m not a dog…” “We could… change that…” I felt something different. Like… sounds were suddenly augmented… So I reached up, instinctively, to check my ears were okay… and… and… they were gone! “A bit further up, dearie…” the new Nanny said, clearly trying to contain her laughter and sound as serious as possible… but failing. So I reached up and found what felt like dog ears on top of my head! FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK? “Can’t be a puppy without a tail too, right?” Something burst from my backside, ripping right through my nappy, and I could feel it wagging. Looking back I saw a blonde tail that perfectly matched my hair colour. It was huge and bushy… and looked like a dog’s tail. “What the fuck?” I blurted out. “Yeah. I think this suits you more.” “Why?” “Why not?” “Because the Queen-” “The Queen told me to look after you. So I am doing exactly that. She didn’t say anything about having a little fun with you whilst I’m doing so…” I wanted to start crying, but I had a feeling that’s exactly what they wanted. “Why though?” “Because you’re the Queen’s newest toy. And curiosity was piqued… so I’m here to see what all the fuss is about…” “But…” “Ugh you whine too much,” they sighed, before waving their hand, making my dummy appear in my mouth… firmly lodged and unmoveable. “MMPHH!” I tried yelling at them, or yelling for help, but the dummy prevented it. “No. You’re not a puppy. It doesn’t feel quite right. You feel more like a kitty.” I saw the look on her face and the wave of her hand, so I reached up to find my ears had less ‘flop’ on them, they were more like cat ears. And the blonde fluffy tail had grown and become more sleek and agile as it swished around my sides. “Still not right. Something isn’t right,” she said, with a grin. “Hmm… let’s have a look around…” As I was checking out my new tail and the new sounds that accompanied my new set of ears, the ‘Nanny’ went about checking my wardrobe, no doubt for something for me to wear. “For a boy, you have a lot of dresses…” she said, as if mocking me. Sure, maybe my Nanny and ‘Mummy’ wanted to dress me up in them a lot. I didn’t care though, they were just clothes after all. If anything, it felt kinda… nice. I looked cute, at least I thought I did whenever I was shown off wearing one in front of a mirror. “Mmmph!” I mumbled in reply, knowing it was pointless, but feeling like I had to say something to show my disapproval. “Maybe you’re not a boy. Maybe you should be a little kitty girl instead!” The new Nanny’s head slowly turned to look at me, menacingly, with the biggest grin on her face. It was creepy. Like horror-movie level creepy. It actually managed to send shivers down my spine, giving me goosebumps across my skin. And without breaking eye contact or moving her creepy face, she lifted her hand… and snapped her fingers.   Everything felt… different. I could still feel the cat ears on top of my head and the tail swishing about. But my chest felt… heavy. In fact my whole weight felt… off. Even just sitting on the floor, my balance had to readjust as some parts of my body felt heavier and some parts of my body felt lighter than just moments before. Did she really just…? No. She couldn’t have. I… no. That’s not poss- wait, no, Charlie… it really is. You’ve seen the magic these fae people can cast. This is not that far out of the realm of possibility for them. Thoughts were racing across my mind, trying to process everything. Two new weights on my chest, my onesie not fitting as well as before, my balance having to be readjusted. That was just the start of the list of things that I was trying to process. Because I was pretty sure I no longer felt something between my legs. And it wasn’t just that, everything… felt… different. Smells were stronger, especially the baby powder scent of the nursery. Emotions were heightened. My libido dropped off completely. Everything felt different, so it wasn’t just my body and what’s between my legs… it was clearly even down to a hormonal level. But what surprised me the most was my mind. For the first time in my life… it felt… calm. “Much better. You look a lot cuter as a catgirl,” the Nanny replied, admiring her work, inspecting every inch of me from afar. I was no longer Charlie, the scruffy man. I was… a woman. I was… god, I don’t even know if I look okay as a woman. Her magic had changed me completely, not just on a visual level. Could… Could I be turned back? Surely I can, right? Surely Titania will come in, see what this Nanny has done, and turn me back. It was at that moment that a deafening slam collided with the nursery door, causing it to fly off its hinges and hit the opposite wall, before falling to the floor. My heart stopped for a second and I was about to start panicking as much as my new Nanny was… until Belladonna walked in… looking furious. “PUCK!” she screamed. “Shit… I better go. Have fun, kid,” the Nanny said, before disappearing in a puff of smoke. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a little mouse scurrying away, until it was out of sight. Belladonna looked around the nursery, obviously searching for this ‘Puck’, who I assumed was the ‘Nanny’, but she couldn’t find her, so she quickly turned her attention to me. “Charlie, are you okay? What did that little bastard do to you?” Now obviously, I still couldn’t speak. The magic dummy was preventing that. So Belladonna quickly shuffled over and dropped to her knees, pulling the dummy out and allowing me to use my words once again. “Who… was that?” I asked, stretching my jaw a little after it was held open by the huge dummy. “A little fuck who will get what’s coming to him if he’s not careful…” she said, as she began inspecting my new form. “How are you anyway? He didn’t do anything to you, did he?” “I mean… I’m pretty sure I’m part cat and part girl now…” “Well let’s fix the cat thing first, even if it’s pretty cute…” With a quick wave of her hand, I felt the tail recede and my cat ears were exchanged for my normal human ears. “Thanks. So… he wasn’t a Nanny? And wait, you say ‘he’?” “He’s a little trickster. Pretty sure King Oberon instructed him to come mess with you as he is jealous of the Queen’s interest in you. Puck disguised himself as the Queen, something which is forbidden and he knows it… and he led me outside, only to trap me in a closet so he could mess with you. I broke free, then came to get you.” “I’m glad you did,” I replied, smiling at her. “You look pretty cute as a girl. You sure you want me to change you back?” “You shall do no such thing,” a voice came from the broken doorway. “Your Majesty…” Belladonna replied, standing up and bowing. “It is my fault for falling for Puck’s deception. Please don’t take it out on-” The Queen looked at her subject, then at me. She then proceeded to pull out a little neatly wrapped gift box. “For you, and your new form…” I was a bit confused, but I also knew not to piss this woman off, so as she bent down to give me the box, I smiled and accepted the gift. “Go ahead, open it.” So I did just that. And to my surprise… The same Nanny who had just tricked us all was now lying perfectly still in the box. But she was different now. And not just being the size of a doll, she now also had doll joints and looked frozen. It was obvious what had happened. “Is this his punishment?” Belladonna asked, as she looked inside the box, a smile appearing on her face. “I think this is fair. I caught him trying to run away. And I was told he impersonated me? Then he will spend five years as my babygirl’s dolly.” FIVE YEARS? Jeez… I thought being a baby for a couple decades was bad, being a lifeless doll for five years sounds so much worse.  “‘Babygirl’? So you want Charlie to stay this way?” Bella asked the Queen. “Despite his intentions, I believe Puck has helped me identify what was bothering me so much about little Charlie here. He’s much better this way. Sorry, she.” Belladonna nodded, obediently… and my fate was sealed. There was no going back now. I was going to live out my life here in the fae realm as a woman. There was no transforming me back into a man. Not if the Queen didn’t want it so. But I wasn’t going to tell them this… …I didn’t want to go back either.       ===================================================== If you want to read a month in advance (that's 8 chapters), or just want to support me and my writing, you can do so through Subscribestar! Subscribers get 4 weeks (8 chapters) early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! 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Second Depends of the night. Started late again, due to waiting to see if I needed to go in tonight. (Around 11:30.) I wet that one a little bit after, and messed it about an hour and half ago. It was more of one of those "gamble on a fart and lose" scenario's, so I had to shower for that one. (Felt really nice, especially when my dry scalp is acting up.) Currenlty dry, and taking a slight break from Forza Horizon 6, but I need to get back in so I can get more credits after trying to buy up the Nissan GT-Rs that I can get, and whatever Mitsubishis I can get at the Autoshow. No, Depends are not even mid-tier, but they'll work. Plus it is kind of nice to find plastic backed diapers at Goodwill, even if they last as long as what usually gets found at Goodwill.

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   ---  “Yes?” Fran called as she pushed coat hangers in the closet. “Is it… safe to come in?” Ben called out. “Of course.” Fran replied as if she had no idea why it would be anything else. The door opened and Joey was left with nowhere to hide. He squirmed on the changing table and tried to cover himself up, but the bulky diaper was too big and his hands too small. Ben walked into the room and saw Joey, his mouth dropped open. It took him a moment to recover his bearings. “Oh, for God’s sake…” Ben squeezed his eyes shut and turned towards Fran, “I thought you said it was safe!” “It is.” Fran said as she emerged from the closet. She watched as Ben, without looking at Joey, gestured his way with a grossed out look on his face, “Oh, grow up, Ben. You’ve seen Lucas in just a diaper how many times before?” “That’s very obviously different!” Ben replied with annoyance. “We talked about this.” Fran said as she closed the closet. She had a hanger in her other hand. “Doesn’t mean I have to be happy.” Ben muttered. He was studiously avoiding looking in Joey’s direction, “I just wanted to say that Lucas is in the playpen. I’m going to go out and see some friends.” Having finished what he was saying, Ben was already turning to the exit of the nursery. He had his hand on the knob when Fran spoke again. “Remember what I said.” Fran said with a very serious tone. Ben stopped in his tracks but didn’t look around, “You’re the man of the house now. You can go out, that’s fine, just remember that you’ll have more responsibilities in future.” Joey thought his teenage brother wanted to retort. He thought it looked like he clearly had something he wanted to say, but he bit his tongue and without even acknowledging that he heard his mother, he opened the door and left the room. When he closed it again it was with a slightly harder bang than it really required. Joey heard his mother sigh and give a quick shake of her head before her smile returned. She walked over to the changing table where Joey was still sitting. Every tiny movement produced more crinkles, and the feeling of padding wrapped around his legs was beyond strange. He looked up at his mom. “Is this…” Joey swallowed, “Is this all… a joke?” “A joke?” Fran repeated with a frown, “You think I spent all this money on a joke?” “It’s just really weird.” Joey mumbled. “I know, baby.” Fran reached out and put a hand on Joey’s bare shoulder, “It’s a big adjustment for everyone. But we’re going to give it a try, OK?” Joey didn’t see himself as having much of a choice. Everything was changing and he was being swept along in the current. His mom smiled widely as she held out a pacifier. Joey actually felt a sense of relief when he saw it, of everything that had happened, at least that the pacifier was something of a known quantity. He opened his mouth and let his mom press it between his lips. Almost instantly he felt some relief sweep over him. “And finally, let’s get you covered up before you go downstairs to play with Lucas.” Fran said as she started to pull the hanger out of the clothes, “Gosh, he’s going to be so happy to play with you!” Joey didn’t feel much excitement at the prospect. He had just heard that Lucas was going down to the playpen, is that where he was going too? If he was really going to be treated like a baby it made sense, where else do you put a baby after all. Joey shook his head. He couldn’t believe he was already trying to give some rationality to a situation that was clearly crazy. “Arms up.” Fran said. “Mom, are you sure…” Joey started, his words lisping around his pacifier. “Joey, if you question everything, we’ll be here forever.” Fran said with a shake of the head, “You’ve been stressed, and we are going to see if this helps. End of story.” Joey swallowed. He raised his arms slowly but as soon as they were over his head his mom lifted what he thought was a shirt and pulled them over the top. His mom was taller than him by a head, so it wasn’t much of a stretch for her to pull the shirt down over Joey’s face until his head popped out of the hole. The shirt was surprisingly tight and baby blue in colour. Joey was about to ask if his mom was sure it would fit him when he looked down to see a flap hanging over the front of his diaper. It had three silver poppers on it. It took him a second to really process what he was looking at. “A… A onesie!?” Joey gasped. He felt his stomach lurch and the pacifier nearly fell out of his mouth. “You’re going to look absolutely adorable in it!” Fran enthused. Joey cringed as his mom knelt down and brought the two flaps together between his legs. The poppers were pushed together and when his mom let go of the stretchy cloth, he felt the diaper underneath get pulled up and closer to his body. It made what had already felt like a large cushion of padding feel somehow bigger and thicker than ever. “A perfect fit!” Fran said as she stepped back and looked Joey up and down. “Mom…” Joey couldn’t hide the whine in his voice. “Let’s go.” Fran said as she reached forwards and took his hand, “You’re going to have a thing or two to learn from your baby brother.” “What?” Joey stumbled forwards. He quickly realised even simply walking in a diaper was different. His thighs were forced apart, and he could feel his butt swaying from side to side behind him. “How to play.” Fran said matter-of-factly. Joey didn’t really understand what his mom meant. “Playing” would surely be the easiest part of the changes he had experienced that morning. He knew how to push a toy car or colour a picture, after all. Taken downstairs and led into the living room, Joey looked down at the floor as he saw Lucas look over. He sucked on his pacifier for comfort as he felt the baby’s eyes look at him. It was only when Fran gave a little tug on his arm that he reluctantly continued forwards and walked through the gate of the playpen. He stood awkwardly in the middle of the fenced in area surrounded by toys on all sides. “Joey… a baby?” Lucas said as he pointed and tilted his head to the side. “Yes, he is!” Fran said excitedly, “So I want you to be extra nice to your little brother, OK? Share your toys and teach him your games.” Joey didn’t think Lucas looked too enthused about sharing his things, but he was certainly interested in having a playmate. The toddler’s eyes never seemed to leave Joey, and he felt like he was being inspected. There was a bit of an impasse. Joey didn’t know what to say or do and Lucas was still pouting at the idea of sharing his play space. It was alleviated when Fran came back into the room with baby bottles, one for both of the “babies.” Lucas stuck his straight into his mouth whilst Joey stared at it in embarrassment. “You need to stay hydrated.” Fran said, “So I want you to drink that bottle before I next come in or I’ll feed it to you myself.” Joey felt his stomach lurch. This was already humiliating enough; he nodded his head. His mom smiled down at him and started heading towards the door. “Mom?” Joey called out hesitantly. “I think “mommy” would be more appropriate now, don’t you?” Fran replied as she stopped and turned around. “I… Erm…” Joey’s train of thought had been derailed by this fresh instruction. There was so much to remember, he wasn’t sure how this was supposed to leave him less stressed, “M-Mommy?” “Yes, baby?” Fran said indulgently, “What’s the matter?” “I was just thinking about work.” Joey said. He was turning the bottle round and round in his fingers, “And school, and college.” “Don’t worry about any of that.” Fran replied, “Mommy will let you know what you need to do. You just focus on playing.” Joey ducked his head but gave an embarrassed little nod. A second later he was left alone with his brother again. He looked at the way Lucas was tilting the bottle up and sucking on the fake nipple as if it was the most natural thing in the world. He found his fingers fumbling with the pacifier lying in between his legs. It seemed like the two things weren’t so different, if he sucked on the bottle like he did the paci… Joey was thirsty but he still found it difficult to raise the bottle to his lips. Every time he got halfway, he would suddenly chicken out and look around as if there were people waiting to jump out and announce they had caught him in such a compromising position. Finally, he turned his back to Joey in the small playpen and looked at the television instead. He raised the bottle to his lips before he could stop himself and tasted a drop of sweet juice right on the tip. He paused for only a brief second before pushing the nipple into his mouth and sucking, just as he did for his pacifier. Cold juice exploded into his mouth and coated his tastebuds. He swallowed and sighed as he felt it go down. Once Joey had started it became difficult to stop. He was thirsty and no amount of liquid seemed to be satisfying him right away. His bottle was noticeably bigger than his baby brothers, another of the strangely oversized things his mother had apparently found online. As he sucked on his drink and felt himself relaxing, it seemed to have a similar effect as the pacifier, Joey looked at the television. There were a family of Australian dogs playing together and, although it was clearly meant for someone Lucas’s age, Joey had to admit the animation and production was very good. He zoned out and watched the screen and as he alternated sucking juice into his mouth and swallowing it down. Before Joey knew it, he had finished the drink. He put the bottle down and burped loudly. Despite the rather frosty reaction from Lucas to having a play partner, Joey heard the toddler laugh. He couldn’t stop a bashful smile from appearing on his own face. Once he had put the bottle down, he replaced it with the pacifier, feeling the familiar comfort in the otherwise strange situation. It felt so surreal to be dressed like this, and sitting in the playpen. He kept expecting to wake up back in his bed, but it wasn’t happening. He was having to come to grips with the fact that it was all real. “Why do you wear diapers?” Lucas asked curiously, breaking Joey out of an almost meditative state he had almost got himself into. “Because mom… mommy said so.” Joey replied after some hesitation. He realised how pathetic that made him sound, “It’s just a temporary thing…” “But why?” Lucas asked. “I’ve been stressed.” Joey said quietly. He was talking around the pacifier and was aware it was making his words sound childish. “Why?” Lucas continued in the way children are wont to do. Joey didn’t have easy answers for the boy. He didn’t know why the pacifier made him feel better, he didn’t know why his mom thought all THIS would help, and he certainly didn’t know why he struggled to cope with stresses that other people had no problem with. He looked down between his legs, where the front and back of his onesie came together and the bulge formed by the thick diaper underneath. He felt ridiculous. “Your a baby.” Lucas decided, “Like me.” “You’re not a baby.” Joey retorted, “You’ll be a big boy soon.” Lucas seemed to think about what Joey said for a few seconds. The man could practically see the cogs turning inside Joey’s head. “So…” Lucas said slowly, “I’m bigger than you?” Joey opened his mouth and then closed it again. He wanted to say no, but the truth was that their mother had started talking about potty training Lucas. If that started happening, it would make the difference between them even bigger. With Lucas going out of diapers just as Joey went into them it somehow made everything feel even more embarrassing, a fact that Joey was surprised was possible. Instead of answering such a question Joey decided it would be better to just distract his youngest brother. “Erm, so why don’t you show me a game?” Joey mumbled around his pacifier, “How do you play with these action figures.” And just like that, Lucas was distracted from his embarrassing line of questions and instead started babbling on about his toys. Joey scooted forwards so he was next to his brother as he started handing out little army men for a mock battle. ---  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/mt5kmury6db3e14 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2652135