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By BabyLouise · Posted
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By Youneeddiapers · Posted
Bradley's Diaper Punishment Chapter 9 Panic rose in Bradley's chest, as he glanced at the clock. “Oh no, not now, it's too early,” he thought. It was only 5 in the morning. Normally he would just go to the bathroom and shimmy down his diaper and go in the toilet, but Michelle’s rule was clear: no using the bathroom period or face her hairbrush. He knew she wasn't going to change that rule anytime soon. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to will the sensation away. He tried to keep his mind off of it. He thought about how the weekend had been a relentless 2 days of punishment that felt like it would never end. After the nightmare at Walmart on Saturday—being dragged through the store in nothing but a thick diaper, being changed in the ladies’ room while classmates watched, and being spanked in front of many witnesses, including the school bully. Michelle, his evil stepmother, had wasted no time enforcing his new punishment after the humiliating trip to the store. He was sent to bed at 3pm sharp, tucked in like a toddler with the lights out. Sunday had been no better: three meals of baby food spooned into his mouth while Katie smirked the whole time, diapered all day, no access to the bathroom, constant diaper checks and humiliating changes in front of Katie. Every time he’d complain, Michelle had simply reminded him in that calm, terrifying voice: “You brought this on yourself, Bradley. Until you learn to act like a big boy, you’ll be treated exactly like the baby you’ve been acting like.” The words echoed in his head now, heavier than the soggy padding between his legs. The cramps intensified, and he knew he had no choice. Reluctantly, Bradley turned onto his stomach and gave in, his face burning with shame as he felt the warm mess filling his diaper. He hated this—hated how gross it was, how helpless he felt, how utterly humiliating it was to be forced to soil himself like a baby. He wanted to get up but he remembered what Michelle told him last night when she tucked him in, “don't you dare let me catch you out of this bed, or you’ll be sleeping in it with a very sore bottom.” Bradley laid there in his disgusting filth, motionless, utterly uncomfortable, the stench was overwhelming. He dreaded how long he would have to lay there and wait for Michelle to come get him up and change him. However, suddenly the mess in his diaper seemed to be minor, he remembered today was the day he had been dreading, today was the first day Michelle was making him wear diapers to school! He remembered last night most clearly—his desperate plea as Michelle wiped him clean on the changing mat before bedtime, Katie grinning from the doorway. “Michelle… please,” Bradley had begged, voice cracking, “don’t make me wear diapers to school tomorrow; everyone knows about Walmart, wasn't that humiliating enough? They’ll never stop laughing—I’ll do anything, just please don’t make me.” Michelle had paused, hands firm on his thighs, and said flatly, “No, Bradley—you earned this consequence by wetting yourself, lying, and disobeying me in front of half the town; you’ll go to school in thick diapers every day until you learn to act your age.” Katie snorted, “Poor Baby Bradley, begging like a little baby—too bad Mommy’s not buying it,” as Michelle resumed taping on the fresh diaper for bedtime. Bradley’s stomach dropped. School. He’d been worrying about it all weekend. The thought of walking into class in a diaper, and facing his classmates after everything that had happened at Walmart… It was too much. The minutes dragged by as he worried about school in his stinky diaper, laying on his tummy with his butt up in the air to avoid sitting in his own filth, each minute felt like an eternity. Finally, at 6:45 the sound of footsteps approached his door. The door creaked open, and there she was, Michelle, still dressed in her nighttime attire—a skimpy top that barely covered her slender frame and a pair of high-cut panties that left little to the imagination. She strode into the room with her usual air of authority, her piercing blue eyes already fixed on him. “Good morning, sweetie,” she said cheerfully, her tone dripping with mock sweetness. “Did you sleep well?” Bradley didn’t answer. He couldn’t. He just stared at his pillow, his face hot with embarrassment. Just get me out of this disgusting diaper, he thought. Michelle didn’t seem to hurry. She pulled back the covers, revealing the obvious brown stained diaper. “Oh my,” she said, surprised. “Looks like someone had quite the night.” Michelle chuckled softly, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Well, I'll change you soon,” she said, reaching out to pat his messy bottom. The pressure caused the contents of his diaper to smear, and Bradley winced, both from the sensation and the humiliation. “feeding first, then we’ll get you cleaned up.” The mention of breastfeeding sent a fresh wave of dread through him. Michelle had started this part of his punishment just last night, right there in the living room, and he still wasn’t used to it. He remembered how she’d settled onto the couch in her thin nightshirt, pulled it completely off with casual ease to expose her full, bare breasts, and patted her lap like he was a toddler. Katie had been sprawled in the armchair across from them, already giggling as Michelle explained in that calm, matter-of-fact tone, “You’ve been acting like a helpless little baby, Bradley, so you’re going to be fed like one—three times a day, Mommy's Milk. It will remind you every single session how much growing up you still have to do.” Katie had burst out laughing when she heard "Mommy's Milk,” clutching her stomach and wheezing, “Oh my God, this is hilarious—he’s actually going to be breastfed like a real infant! I can’t wait to see him suckle like a little piglet!” Bradley’s face had burned as he shook his head furiously. “No way, Michelle,” he’d protested, backing away from the couch. “I’m not doing this. It’s disgusting—I’m not laying in your lap like some baby!” Michelle’s eyes had narrowed, her voice sharp. “Katie, grab my hairbrush from my purse, please.” Katie had jumped up eagerly, still snickering as she handed it over, “Here you go, Mom—spank the disobedience right out of him!” Michelle didn't hesitate, she quickly got up, snatched Bradley, and yanked him over her knee. She began smacking his bare thighs, right below his yellow tinged diaper hard and fast, her bare breasts swinging on full display with every relentless swing of her arm. Bradley’s cries had echoed through the room, tears streaming down his face, but that had only made Katie laugh harder, pointing and chanting, “Look at the big baby getting spanked for not drinking his milkies— keep crying Bradley, it’s so funny!” When the spanking finally ended, his bottom throbbing, she pulled a sobbing Bradley up from her lap, turned him around, and repositioned him onto her lap facing her; Michelle had gripped the back of his tear streaked face and shoved her breast into his mouth, her warm nipple pressing against his lips as he unwillingly latched on, feeling utterly humiliated, like every shred of his dignity had been stripped away in front of his mocking stepsister. It had been one of the most degrading moments of his life, and now it was going to happen again—every single day. Bradley snapped out of his daze to the sound of Michelle's voice. “Come on, Bradley, it's time for your morning feeding” she said, pulling off her top again with practiced ease. Her breasts were amble, and her nipples were taut. She settled back against the headboard, her sharp blue eyes locking onto his. “You don’t want another spanking like last night, do you?” The threat hung heavy in the air, and Bradley shuddered. He didn’t think he could take another round from the hairbrush. Reluctantly, he crawled closer, his movements stiff and awkward. The mess in his diaper shifted uncomfortably. Michelle pulled him into her lap, guiding his head to her breast. He hesitated for just a moment before latching on, the taste of her milk flooding his mouth. He focused on the bland sweetness, trying to block out everything else—the smell of his diaper, the way Michelle’s fingers idly played with his hair, “That’s it, baby,” Michelle murmured, her free hand trailing down to pat his messy bottom. “Such a good boy for Mommy.” Her fingers pressed on the mess, and Bradley tensed, feeling it squish further against his skin. He hated this—hated how she treated him like a toddler, hated how powerless he felt. Suddenly, the sound of Katie’s laughter echoed behind him, she stood in the doorway her arms crossed over her chest in her usual nighttime attire—cute high-cut panties that showed off her butt and a top that clung to her slender body. She had a smirk plastered across her face. “Well, well,” she said, leaning against the doorframe. “Look who’s having a happy little breakfast.” She smirked as she watched baby Bradley nurse, clearly enjoying his discomfort. Bradley’s face burned even hotter, but Michelle didn’t seem fazed. She just continued to stroke his hair, cooing softly as though he really were a baby. Michelle didn't look up. “Your brother needs his milkies to grow big and strong.” Katie snorted. “Yeah, sure. More like grow to be a big diaper wearing baby.” Bradley couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m not a baby!” he snapped, his voice shaking with anger and humiliation. Michelle’s expression hardened instantly. She grabbed his arm and yanked him back onto her lap. “Yes, you are,” she hissed. “And if you keep acting out, I’ll make sure everyone at school knows it too.” She resumed feeding him, her grip tight enough to leave bruises. “Does Mommy's milk taste good, Baby boy?” she teased, her voice dripping with mockery. “Or are you too busy messing your diaper to notice?” Bradley’s cheeks burned, but he didn’t dare stop feeding. Michelle made it clear—three times a day, morning afternoon and night, no exceptions. She said she would allow him to drink from a bottle if she was unavailable or too busy to sit with him. But when she was with him it would always be like this—intimate, humiliating, and utterly degrading. “Will you go start the bath water Katie?” Michelle asked sweetly, “baby Bradley has had quite a rough morning. Isn’t that right?” she said, firmly patting his messy bottom. Bradley couldn't answer, he was too busy suckling away. He wanted to say that he hated this! That he wished he could go back to Saturday morning and go potty. But Michelle already knew that, and didn’t care. If anything, it seemed to amuse her. When she was finally satisfied, she pulled back and wiped his mouth with a baby wipe, treating him like an infant. Michelle helped him stand up, her hand lingering on his messy diaper. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up,” she said, giving his messy bottom a few final pats. Michelle laid out his changing mat across his bed and grabbed the supplies she kept on display atop his dresser. Her breasts were still out and she was still clad in her revealing panties as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She paused suddenly with a smile, turned to Katie who just returned with a grin. “Oh how could I forget, today’s the big day, isn’t it Katie?” Katie grinned, nodding eagerly. “That’s right! Today’s the day Baby Bradley gets to wear his diapers to school!” She clapped her hands together, clearly delighted. “I can’t wait to see everyone’s faces when they see him! I’m sure rumors have already spread after what happened on Saturday.” Bradley’s stomach churned as he laid on his changing mat, his diaper smooshing one final disgusting time. He looked pleadingly at Michelle. “P-please,” he stammered, his voice trembling. “Don’t make me go to school in diapers. I think I've been embarrassed enough after what happened at Walmart.” Michelle’s expression softened for a brief moment, but then it hardened again, her resolve unshakable. “I’m sorry Bradley, but you brought this on yourself” she said firmly. “If you didn’t want to wear diapers to school, maybe you shouldn’t have disobeyed me and wet your pants in Walmart.” There was no arguing with her. He knew that. So when she began peeling the tapes off his diaper, the sound of them unsticking making him cringe, he didn’t fight back. Michelle exposed him completely and she wrinkled her nose at the smell. He just laid there, naked and ashamed, trying not to stare at Michelle's bare breasts that dangled in front of his face. He was still getting use to the sight he was just introduced to yesterday. Bradley flinched as she wiped him clean with the wet part of the diaper before setting it aside and turning back to the night stand for the pack of baby wipes. He quickly admired the sight of his stepmother's shapely derriere. “You know, Bradley,” she said as she dropped a cold wipe on his crotch, her voice casual, almost conversational, “I know you don't like being treated like a baby, but because you act like a baby you need to be treated like one so you’ll grow up and function in the real world.” Bradley clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He wanted to argue, to tell her that he wasn’t a baby, that he hated this, that he hated her. But he didn’t dare. He knew what would happen if he did. She finished wiping him down, with the baby wipes leaving his skin feeling raw and exposed. Michelle tossed the soiled diaper and wipes into his diaper pail and turned her attention to him. “Now come on,” she ordered, grabbing his arm and pulling him to his feet. “Katie said your bath is ready.”
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