Elfy

With news quickly spreading about Emma's date she isn't going to get the quiet evening att home that she perhaps wished for. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- “You did WHAT!?” Zoe looked aghast. It was as if I had just run over her dog. “What?” I asked innocently, as if I had no idea why Zoe might be cross, “He followed me to the library and asked me out…” “And you said yes!?” Zoe exclaimed. I shrugged. We were sitting on the bus, and I was starting to feel embarrassed. Zoe wasn’t keeping her voice down and that was causing everyone to turn our way. I had felt regret immediately after agreeing to the date for such selfish and vindictive reasons but now, in the eye of the storm that was Zoe’s anger, I felt even worse. I couldn’t admit I had only agreed to make her jealous. For one thing it might end what small sliver of a hope we had of salvaging our friendship, for another it would be an acceptance and admittance that I was interested in Jacob. “I can’t believe it!” Zoe shook her head and looked away from me in disgust. “Come on.” I tried to reason with her. Perhaps justifying what I had done to myself as well as her, “You’re going with Jacob, what’s the big deal?” “You KNOW I like Liam!” Zoe shouted. I looked around at all the faces staring our way. This was the last thing I wanted. Strangely, I was more embarrassed that all these people now knew I had a date with a guy than the argument itself. I had always been so vehemently against being a man’s partner with all that entailed, now everyone was going to look at me like I was as bad as all the other girls with a future of domestic servitude. “Look, I’m sorry, alright?” I hissed quietly to try and get Zoe to calm down. It seemed to work a little bit. Zoe didn’t reply. She simply stood up and waddled away from the seat and sat next to Nicole who had been nearer the back of the bus talking to a group of boys. Everyone’s attention soon dispersed from me, and I was able to sit quietly until the bus pulled up at my stop. I stood up with my backpack and plastic bag filled with my wet clothes and got off the bus as quickly as I could. When I got home, I felt exhausted from the day. I closed the front door behind me and leaned back against it with my eyes closed. What I needed more than anything was a nap, as much as I was loathe to admit it. I heard a crinkling coming rapidly down the hallway towards me and opened my eyes just in time to see Mom barrel into me with a big hug. I tried to pry her off me, but her grip was stronger than mine and I was only released when she decided to let go. “Oh, baby, I’ve heard the great news!” Mom said excitedly. I’d never seen her so happy. “What news?” I asked. “You and Liam!” Mom clapped her hands in time with the words. “What!?” I started to exclaim before Mom was hugging me again. She squeezed so hard I was lifted off the ground and I felt my bladder empty into my already wet diaper. I couldn’t speak until she had put me down again, “How!?” “Liam’s Mom called me.” Mom said. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath. Liam must’ve called his mother, who had called my mother… which I imagine meant news was spreading fast. I could imagine big billboards up all around the country proclaiming the news as if it was of national importance. Whilst I knew that wouldn’t be the case it still rankled that even more people were finding out about my capitulation. What a mistake it had been… “This is great!” Mom said, “We need to get you new clothes, new shoes and… Wait, why are you wearing that?” “I… leaked.” I admitted with embarrassment. As I spoke, Mom’s hand went down to my diaper which she pressed against me and no doubt felt needed a change. I had adopted the slightly wide legged stance of a toddler getting a diaper check to make it easier for her. “Oh dear, well, let’s get you changed and then we’ll go shopping!” Mom said as she pulled me towards the stairs. “I’m pretty tired…” I started. “This is going to be just like old times!” Mom said as I nearly tripped on the stairs behind her with my lack of coordination, “Do you remember when you were a little girl and we used to go out shopping nearly every week?” I did remember those weekend trips. Though it was with considerably less nostalgia than my mom had. It wasn’t that I didn’t like Mom, I did, it was just pretty clear that we had very little in common and her idea of “fashion” for me is usually the most infantile thing she can find. But then, to mom and most of the rest of the world, I was still the same little girl I had always been. Taken to my nursery I wasn’t allowed to help mom at all as she pulled the snaps on my onesie. As the front and rear flaps fell away, I felt my diaper droop slightly. I was wetter than I thought, the onesie had held my padding up hidden just how heavy it was. I was helped up on to the changing table by a hand on my rear end and then I turned around to lay on my back whilst mom got to work changing me. As I laid back and stared up Mom babbled on and on about shops, we could visit to get a dress for the Prom. I had agreed to the date out of spite, and it felt like it was backfiring in every way. The wet diaper was lowered, and I jumped a little as mom wiped me clean and then pulled the padding out from under me. My legs were held back until a fresh diaper was prepared. It wasn’t long before I was taped up again. Mom selected an outfit to go shopping in. a pink shirt with a white smiling unicorn on it and a denim skirtall to go over the top. I didn’t like any of my juvenile outfits, of course, but I had to admit this was one of the least worst options available. “Right, let’s get going.” Mom said happily. “Do we have to go today?” I whined, “I’m tired.” “No time like the present!” Mom called over her shoulder as she left the room. With a deep sense of regret over what I had so carelessly agreed to my shoulders slumped forwards and I followed mom out of the room. Women weren’t trusted to drive, even if they had gained full coordination, so we caught the bus to the shopping mall on the edge of town. Mom was very excited, she always was when we got to do “mother-daughter” stuff together, probably because I usually avoided it as much as possible. “We should check over here!” Mom said as soon as we walked through the doors to the mall. She was holding my hand, and I was pulled towards the nearest clothes store. If I thought this was going to be a short experience, I was quickly proven wrong. In that first store I saw a dress that looked marginally acceptable and pointed it out to Mom. She ooh’ed and aah’ed over it but then put it back and dragged me to another store. Then another. Wherever we went mom would excitedly talk about how cute each dress was and how beautiful I’d look. They all seemed various degrees of awful to me. Some were relatively plain, almost what I would describe as normal, and it was towards those that I tried to pull mom’s attention. Other dresses were hideous. Shockingly pink, ruffled to an insane degree, the skirt section flaring out in every direction wildly. It wasn’t a surprise that it was these dresses that mom seemed to like. I was feeling exhausted from my long day. Mom had just dragged me into the fifth different store, and I sat down on the couch provided. This one had a section just for Prom dresses and as I leaned back against the couch mom started looking through all of them. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift away. I could almost feel myself sinking into the cushions as I let out a deep breath, and with it, most of my thoughts. Standing in the school’s large hall I was alone. I was naked, not even a diaper covering me. I quickly covered my private areas as best as I could but when I saw that no one else was around I let my arms fall to my side again. I started walking towards the door but as I approached it, I heard a noise behind me. I turned to see Jacob sitting on the edge of the raised stage. Like me, he was naked, but he had one leg crossed over the other so I couldn’t see anything except his toned body and flowing hair. It was as if he was glowing. I suddenly realised I was staring and, even worse, was still completely naked! I quickly tried to cover up again, looking around for any kind of clothing or towel I was left disappointed. I could feel embarrassment overcoming me. “I… I…” Stuttering, I wasn’t sure what to do. I wanted to run and hide but I was rooted in place as if Jacob had cast a spell over me. Jacob was smiling and it was melting my heart. He raised a hand and held it out, slowly moving his fingers to beckon me forwards. I swallowed. It didn’t feel like this was safe. What if someone walked in? I looked up to say this to Jacob, but he smiled, and the flash of those brilliantly white teeth stopped my words before they started. My legs started moving. As I got closer, I could feel my knees becoming weaker. My usual lack of coordination making me fear tripping over. I slowly lowered my arms to my sides to increase my balance, simultaneously revealing my breasts and the crease between my legs to this beautiful man. His expression didn’t change. He just nodded my head and encouraged me forwards. Like a moth to an alluring flame, I stumbled onwards. Once I was within a dozen or so feet of Jacob, he finally shifted position. My breath caught in my throat as he opened his legs and showed me his most intimate areas. I’d never found myself interested in things like this before, I’d always tried to think as little about men as possible, yet I swallowed with nervous anticipation. “Come on…” Jacob’s voice was soft but still echoed off the walls, “You know what to do.” I may not have thought much about boys, but I’d heard the girl’s gossip. I knew roughly what guys liked. I never thought I’d be the one to do it though, my independence meant so much to me, surely, I wasn’t about to drop my convictions just because the most handsome man I’d ever seen told me to. My mind was on autopilot. I couldn’t have resisted. I didn’t want to resist. Distracted as I was, I finally tripped over my own feet and fell on to all fours. I had been threatening to fall over on the entire walk and now I was down on the ground. I looked up, I was close enough to the stage that I couldn’t see any part of Jacob except for his legs. Without trying to stand back up I scampered forwards. What mattered most was reaching Jacob, something in my mind told me the whole world would make so much more sense if I could just reach him. I reached the stage where legs were hanging down. I started to pull myself up between those legs with my heart hammering harder and faster than ever before. I didn’t know what I was going to do, only that I was going to do it. My shaky knees found solid ground underneath me as I started to lift myself up. Slowly but surely, I got closer to the edge, and just as I was about to peek over the top… “Hello baby.” That wasn’t Jacob’s voice. Liam leaned forwards, completely naked. I screamed and dropped back on to my ass as I tried to scramble away from the man I was going to Prom with. I started crawling back across the hall as fast as I could scurry but when I looked over my shoulder, I could see that somehow, I wasn’t getting anywhere. “No!” I yelled, “Help! Jacob!” Liam leaned down and his hand wrapped around my wrist. He started shaking my arm and I abruptly came to with a yelp back in the store at the mall. I was sweating, my heart was beating almost painfully fast, and I could feel wetness in my diaper that had nothing to do with my perspiration. I looked around as I panted and saw mom standing over me with a frown. “Have you not been paying any attention to what I’ve been saying?” Mom asked rather crossly. “I… Sorry, I think I fell asleep…” I muttered as I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I felt shaky. “What do you think of this?” Mom asked. My mind was still elsewhere. I wasn’t looking at the dress. In fact, I was cursing myself out for what my subconscious had just done. I wasn’t even too bothered by the nightmare, what really annoyed me was that I had been seduced by such crass desires. I hated that I had been enticed like that by a man, no matter who it was, even if it was in my dream. I didn’t want to be crawling up to a man like that… “Hello? Earth to Emma?” Mom was getting impatient, “Well, if you don’t care what you’re wearing to the Prom I guess I’ll decide.” I finally started paying attention as Mom put a garishly pink dress in the basket. It was ringed with black lace frills and looked more infantile and ridiculous than anything in my closet. I stood up a little too quickly and stumbled to the side slightly. “N-No, Mom, not that one!” My eyes were wide, “W-What about… that one over there?” I pointed to the best dress of a bad bunch. It was a deep purple, had no frilly edges and looked, from a distance, almost grown up. Mom followed my gaze and pursed her lips. “You won’t entice Liam to propose with that.” Mom finally said, “Come on. This one is perfect.” As we walked to the checkout, I had to listen to mom go on and on about how important Prom was and what it might mean for me. I was just focused on how stupid I would look in the new dress. I could only imagine how horrifying it would be to be married to Liam. “I think Liam would make a great husband.” Mom said with a nod, “He’s athletic, smart, his mom tells me he’s already got his college place booked…” “I don’t want to marry him.” I said very quickly. In my mind I saw the version of him that had just haunted my dream, “Does that factor into things at all?” “You could do a lot worse.” Mom commented, “And if you want to get potty trained, you’ll need to find someone.” “I can do it myself.” I muttered, “Besides doesn’t love have anything to do with who I marry? Some sort of basic attraction? God, we haven’t even been on a date…” “You’re attracted to someone else?” Mom asked as she looked at me with piercing eyes. “I didn’t say that.” I replied. I tried to match mom’s stare, but I ended up being the first to look away. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mobgtuaba5be79/chapter/mr35b4j517fb6110 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2567354

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 --- For a while they played in the playpen. Kate creating the story and Richy going along with it. To start with he was reluctant to add anything to the plot that Kate was pushing, but over time he started forgetting himself and actually playing. It wasn’t too long before the story they were acting out became real within his head, where he could see the events as if they were an epic action film. Richy started taking over some of the story, eventually culminating in his mysterious ninja defeating the skeleton. Kate gave the evil wizard one final monologue and then spluttered out some death sounds before finally laying the doll down. “You did it!” Kate said excitedly. Richy blushed furiously. With the end of the game, he seemed to come back to his senses and realised just how into the game he had got. He looked away. He hated when he did anything that showed that the Designation Office had perhaps been correct in putting him where he was. He put the little ninja down and drew his knees up against his chest, inadvertently showing off just how wet he had become over the course of the game. “You know… some would say you were lucky.” Kate said as she picked up the ninja and turned it idly in her hands. “Yeah right.” Richy mumbled around his pacifier. Somehow it always seemed to end up back in his mouth when he wasn’t paying attention. “I’m serious.” Kate continued, “A lot of people would love having no responsibilities.” “And no future.” Richy replied sulkily. “You have a future.” Kate said as she reached forwards and put a hand on Richy’s knee, “A future of being loved and looked after.” Richy turned himself away. It was a future he didn’t want, not in the slightest. He let out a deep breath and bit the bulb of the pacifier. He knew his sister was likely trying to be supportive, but it wasn’t going to work. He didn’t believe for a second that anyone, his sister included, really saw his position as in any way enviable or good. He heard Kate sigh and stand up; she looked out the window with her lips pursed. “It’s too nice a day to stay inside.” Kate finally said, “Come on, let’s go play in the garden.” “No, Kate…” Richy whined, “I want to stay in here!” “You’re forgetting who is in charge.” Kate said with a smile. She leant down and touched a finger to Richy’s nose, “Trust me. It will be fun.” Richy wanted to argue, to beg, hell, to throw a tantrum if it meant staying inside and away from the prying eyes of the rest of the world. There was nothing he actually liked about his position, but there were plenty of things he wanted to avoid as much as he could, and being out in public in any way was a big one. Kate left the playpen before Richy could make any kind of argument, as pointless as it would’ve been since, as she said, she was in charge. He could only wait in his playpen as he watched Kate go out into the front yard. She was gone for a few minutes, and Richy was tempted to stand up and try to see what was going on through the window, he knew it was against the rules though. If she caught him, she would be allowed to punish him. Whilst three years ago, Richy would’ve pushed his limits and practically dared his family to punish him, he now knew better. He didn’t want a sore butt. It wasn’t like Richy had to wait long regardless. Kate took one trip upstairs and then came down in an outfit that made Richy’s eyes pop out of his head. It seemed like something more suitable for the beach than to sit in the front yard. A small bikini that seemed scientifically designed to show off as much of Kate’s curves as possible. Richy swallowed and looked away. “Come on.” Kate said as she opened the playpen’s gate, “Take my hand.” Richy was glad that he wouldn’t be expected to crawl outside at the very least. The grass was fine, but the much harder porch and garden path always hurt his knees on the few occasions he’d had to scamper up them. Richy got to his feet shakily. He waddled along next to his sister to the open front door and stepped outside. He had to shield his eyes and immediately felt the warmth of the day. He toddled, led by Kate’s hand towards a paddling pool set up next to the low wall that separated the yard from the public pavement. “We just need to get you changed.” Kate said as she indicated the towel laid out next to the children’s pool. “Kate…” Richy whined, “Not out here…” “I can’t let you wear your clothes in the pool; mom would kill me!” Kate giggled, “Besides, you need your swim diaper otherwise you’ll absorb all the water.” Kate made a slurping sound and tickled Richy. He danced out of her grip and almost fell over. He was taken to the towel that had all the changing supplies set up and was thankful that it was, at least partially, in the shade of the wall. Diaper changes were always humiliating, but it was worse when they were in public in any way. He covered his face as he laid down and prayed that no one would be walking past on the pavement whilst this all went on. Richy was soon stripped of his clothes and left naked except for his damp diaper. He let out a little whine as his sister’s hands pulled on the tapes and then let the padding fall open. Of the three members of his family who regularly changed him, Kate was by far the least experienced, she’d only done it a handful of times, and it showed in both the time she took and the way she talked herself through each step. “Alright…” Kate muttered to herself, “Wipes… Then new diaper underneath like… that.” Richy’s legs were rolled back over his head and then lowered down again on top of a much thinner feeling diaper. The usual powder and cream were left out, presumably because he was going in the pool. He was left undressed as well, well, almost undressed… “I don’t need those…” Richy whined when he saw Kate pick up a pair of arm floaties and start blowing one up. “Mom insists.” Kate replied in between puffs of air. “It’s really shallow!” Richy gestured to the pool. He didn’t think he’d be able to drown in there even if he wanted to. “Besides, you look so cute with these on.” Kate smiled as she slipped the floatation devices on to Richy’s arms. Richy sighed. He looked down and saw the swim diaper he’d been put in. It was a dark blue in colour and had cartoon images of all sorts of sea creatures. He knew the swim diaper would do very little if he peed, when he peed might’ve been a better way to put it, the real reason for him to wear it was in case he went number two, something that was almost too humiliating to think about. “Alright, you have fun splashing in your pool!” Kate said as she patted Richy on the butt a couple of times. Richy scowled in response but accepted her hand so he could toddle over to the paddling pool. The pool was a light blue with white trimming, floating on the water within was an assortment of toys, some of which came from the bath and others from storage that he had last seen on their last family trip to the beach. The water felt a little cold, but it was pleasant in the otherwise warm day. Richy’s hand was let go and he saw Kate walking back across the garden to a sun lounger a few feet away. She sat on the edge and gave him a little wave before lying back with a book. Richy slowly lowered himself into the water He shivered as his waist submerged and the water level rose on his body, it was particularly noticeable around his diaper area where it felt like everything he had down there might’ve been shrinking and hiding inside his body. Richy’s butt hit the ground, and he was left sat in the water which didn’t quite reach his belly button. He looked up at the wall next to him, he could easily see over it to the quiet road beyond, which meant that anyone else would easily be able to see him too. Indeed, he’d only been in the pool a few minutes when the first people walked by a young couple pushing a child in a stroller. They looked over at Richy and smiled as if seeing an actual kid playing and having fun. Richy looked away but didn’t miss hearing the giggles from the young mother. Richy didn’t really know what he should’ve been doing. He looked over to Kate who was only occasionally glancing over, presumably to make sure Richy was still safe, but otherwise enjoying the sun. As he looked over at his younger sister, Richy felt a small toy boat bump into him. Normally it was something put into the bath when he was in there, but out in the paddling pool there was a lot more room. Richy gave the back of the boat a small push and watched it glide through the water. It was actually quite mesmerising in a way. “Well, I am meant to play…” Richy muttered to himself, as if he had to justify acting the way he was dressed. After three years of being kept as a baby, Richy had become somewhat adept at switching off his brain and finding ways to have fun with limited resources. For instance, also left in the pool for him was a series of little plastic buckets. Each of them had different holes on the sides and bottom along with funny looking faces. Richy filled one that had a lot of holes in the bottom up and then lifted it above his head, the water poured out like a shower, and he closed his eyes as it ran down his face and body, enjoying the way it felt on his warm skin. There was just a part of Richy that could become engrossed in feeling how different toys felt against him, and in seeing how they moved across the water. As well as the boat that he would occasionally push, there was also a toy octopus floating around and he would push that as well, watching how both things moved through the water, making them race, and finding ways to make his own enjoyment. --- 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/mqxerdyh5abe4f7 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2562532

Emma is back in class and is trying very hard to catch up to people despite distractions. It doesn't go so well. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- I didn’t need to be told twice to get out of the classroom. Mr. Smith handed me a pass and I kept my face to the floor to avoid looking at my classmates, girls who I was certain were mocking me. I tried to run but the diaper, swollen to its maximum size, prevented any fast movement. Instead, it left me walking awkwardly and dripping more urine with each step, I could practically feel it all sloshing around in my underwear. I closed the classroom door behind me and went towards reception. I was still sobbing when I reached the window and informed the men working there what Mr. Smith needed. They looked at me with revulsion when they saw the, thankfully thinning, trail of liquid I was leaving behind me. I turned before they could say anything and went through the side door towards the nurses’ hut. Fortunately, there wasn’t a queue outside the nurse’s hut. I was able to waddle straight in and I was taken to a changing table. It was Nurse Loondis who was looking me up and down. “Good grief, what happened to you?” Nurse Loondis asked. “I don’t want to talk about it…” I muttered as I hopped up on to the edge of the table. My onesie was soaked and was taken off my body. After the nurse had changed my diaper, the onesie was balled up and placed in a plastic bag. It was too wet to wear again, instead I was given a plain white school onesie. I felt fresh shame. The white onesie with the school’s logo was like a badge of shame, there was only one reason a girl would be wearing it. Everyone who looked my way would know I had leaked all over my clothes. I was given the plastic bag with my soiled onesie once I was in my fresh diaper and sent on my way. I would be carrying it around for the rest of the day, like a visual representation of my absolute failure. The bell rang for lunch as I left the hut, so I started making my way towards the lunchroom. I kept my face towards the ground, I knew I was attracting more looks than usual. People laughed and made comments as I went past. I didn’t blame them. I judged girls in the onesie of shame in a similar way. By the time I reached the cafeteria it was mostly full. It was as loud as ever; I hadn’t brought my school bag, but I wasn’t particularly hungry anyway. I saw my friends at their usual table, with a start I noticed that Jacob was sitting with Zoe and Nicole. I started heading elsewhere to a different table, I was still mad at all of them, when I heard Zoe’s voice. “Emma! Over here!” Zoe shouted. A lot of people turned my way. I took a deep breath and turned towards the table with my friends. I dropped into my usual seat. I was opposite Jacob who gave me a friendly smile then looked down at the onesie I was wearing. “Interesting outfit.” Jacob said. “I…” I had barely opened my mouth when Zoe interrupted. “She leaked.” Zoe said as she bit into a sandwich, “Like, everywhere.” I looked down at the table. I knew my eyes were still red from the tears that had been stinging them. Zoe was so used to the situation it sometimes seemed like she had no shame about it. In some ways I envied her. If I wasn’t born with a need to be better than I was then I would’ve probably found it a lot easier to be happy with what felt like a half-existence. “How are you, Emma?” Jacob asked, “You look like you’ve been crying.” “I haven’t.” I lied defensively, “And I’m fine.” As I ate my lunch without appetite, I noticed that Jacob was spending a lot of time glancing over towards me even as Zoe was talking to him. Our eyes met a few times and despite myself I was blushing. “So, then we were doing math, right? And it was so boring. Like, when am I going to have to know how to multiply stuff? Dad says as long as I can add together the shopping list, I’ll be fine. I wish we were learning something more useful like…” Zoe went on and on. She seemed to have no idea that Jacob was only half paying attention to her. I forced myself to look away from Jacob. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a great many directions to look in otherwise. I glanced around and my eyes fell on Liam who looked a little annoyed and was less talkative than usual. He was just looking down at his food as he ate with a face like thunder. I guessed he was as annoyed at Zoe as I was because of his crush. “What about you, Emma?” Jacob asked when Zoe paused her motor mouth for air, “Do you like math?” I shrugged my shoulders without looking towards Jacob. I pointedly looked away to where Nicole was sitting on my other side. She was looking bored. I felt a pang of anxiety. It seemed like she was rapidly moving away from our little friendship group. I couldn’t ignore that she was developing in exactly the way I was desperate to, and she was doing it quickly. It wasn’t just my friendship that had me feeling anxious, there was a sense that she was going to leave me behind. I desperately wanted to develop along with her, but I simply couldn’t. It made me feel panicky. It was as if Nicole was on the last life raft on a sinking ship and I was watching her rowing away as I went down. “All this Prom stuff is driving me nuts.” I said to Nicole. “I just ignore it.” Nicole replied. “Me too.” I said. But as I noticed Jacob glancing my way again, I felt like no matter how much I tried to ignore it, it refused to ignore me. Zoe was talking about something but when my eyes caught Jacob’s again, I found myself unable to look away. I swallowed nervously as I took in Jacob’s well-defined jaw, his small nose, his deep eyes and long hair. It was like a tunnel had opened up linking us both. The noise of the rest of the cafeteria faded away. “Jacob? Are you listening to me?” Zoe said rather crossly. “Of course.” Jacob looked away and the spell was broken. I swallowed. I was feeling really weird. I packed my half-eaten lunch away and mumbled something about needing to study as I piled it all in my bag. I got away from the table as fast as I could and retreated out of the cafeteria towards the girl’s restroom. The girl’s rooms were practically never used for obvious reasons, but law still required them to exist. I pushed my way into one and went over to the sink to splash my face with cold water. I looked up into the mirror. “Stop it.” I told myself, “You have a hard enough time as it is. Don’t make this harder for yourself.” I heard giggling and turned towards one of the stalls. The door was closed but not locked. I walked over and gave it a little push to reveal a boy, and a girl deeply entwined with each other, their lips locked and their hands exploring. “Oh, erm, sorry…” I mumbled in embarrassment. It didn’t seem like the two lovers heard me; it didn’t even seem like they had noticed I was even there. That was fine by me. I quickly took my leave and decided I would find another place to hide out until afternoon classes began. In the end I settled on the library. The library was like a safe haven. There were still restrictions on books in there, as a girl I wasn’t allowed to check out most of the higher end textbooks, but when it came to fiction there were no limits. It was how I had been able to keep myself sane for so long. The one place I could escape my reality was to lose myself in literature. It was also why, in my opinion, I had a pretty extensive vocabulary compared to most of my peers. For all Nicole’s motor skills, I still wagered I knew more words than her. I wasn’t looking for a book that day though. I simply took my bag over to one of the tables and flopped down into it. I put my head on the table and tried to get some sort of order in my confused mind. It wasn’t long before I heard footsteps and looked up. I was very surprised to see Liam standing next to the table. It seemed like I was destined to have the worst day of my life. “Do you want to go to the Prom with me?” Liam asked. I almost burst out laughing. There was no preamble, no asking me how I was or even a quick hello. Liam simply got straight to business. He didn’t even look that happy invested into asking me out. Perhaps, knowing me as well as he did, he knew that my chances of saying yes were very slim. In fact, I was about to turn him down when I paused. “Why?” I asked, “You’ve barely even spoken to me before.” “You’re cute.” Liam shrugged, “And available.” “How romantic…” I muttered. Liam rolled his eyes. I guessed that he didn’t spend a lot of time thinking romantically about anything. I sighed. “OK.” I said with a shrug, “Sure.” “Wait… really!?” Liam’s eyes went super wide. “Sure, why not?” I said. “OK.” Liam stood awkwardly next to the table. It was clear he didn’t have much idea what to do next. I could tell he hadn’t expected to get this far. “I’ll talk to you later.” I said to give Liam an out. “S-Sure.” Liam nearly walked into a table as he turned to walk away, “Thanks!” I shook my head. I already felt a little bad. Liam was nice enough, but he had quite traditional views of what girls should be. He was exactly the sort of guy who put me off all men. But… Zoe had a crush on him, and Zoe had asked out Jacob. This felt like a sort of petty revenge, but if Zoe was going to take the only man I could stand to be in a room with, then I would take the one she was clearly crushing on. I almost immediately regretted the impulsive decision I had made but it was already too late to turn back. I had no doubt that as I sat in the library Liam was hurrying back to the canteen where he would tell everyone he had done what no other boy had managed. Get me to agree to a date. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mobgtuaba5be79/chapter/mqt37nrr8b0e909 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2556274

We find out Kate's fate as she returns home. --- 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 --- Richy wasn’t sure what had woken him up. His eyes opened to see the mobile above his crib still and silent, he wasn’t even sure how long he had been asleep. One of the first things he noticed was a warm sodden weight on his crotch. He closed his eyes again, it had been long enough for his weakened bladder to let go, not overly surprising considering all the liquid he had ingested before being put down for his nap. After three years, his potty training had slipped away embarrassingly easily. The muscles trained over years of use were quick to slacken and become useless. Richy rolled over so that he was lying on his front and felt the hot folds of the diaper wrap around him. With a sigh he resolved to go back to sleep. It clearly wasn’t time for his nap to end after all. That was when he heard noises from downstairs. Richy started paying attention again. It was more than one voice, which must’ve meant that Kate and their father were home. He felt nervous for his sister, a woman who had always treated him just a little more like his old self than everyone else and wondered if a second crib was going to be rolled into the nursery. Footsteps on the stairs caused Richy to roll over again, his blanket wrapped around him and his teddy bear in his arms as he looked across the room towards the door. He tried to work out if they were “happy footsteps” or “sad footsteps”, but in the end could only conclude they were, indeed, footsteps. That was until the door to the nursery burst open. If he hadn’t already been awake, the door banging into the wall would certainly have got him up. “Big!” Kate excitedly said as she walked into the room. Richy looked through the bars as Kate held up the certificate she had got. A big green stamp would let anyone know her designation at a glance, compared to the red stamped certificate on the wall next to the crib. “Oh, sorry, did I wake you up?” Kate asked as she looked back at the door, “Well, it’s time for you to get up anyway.” Richy didn’t know whether to congratulate his sister or just stew in the insane amount of jealousy he felt. He didn’t say anything, though Kate had always been a lot laxer when it came to him talking, and instead waited for the side of the crib to come down. Kate’s happiness was evident from the way she practically glided to the edge of the crib. The side rattled down, and Richy slowly propped himself up into a sitting position. As he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, Kate rubbed the diaper to assess how used it was. “God, I was so worried!” Kate said as she took Richy’s hand and helped him out of the baby bed, “But it was really easy in the end. I was barely in there for ten minutes.” Stretching his legs as he stood up, Richy again remained silent. He had to remind himself that it was normal for Kate to be in such a good mood, that she probably wasn’t trying to rub the current state of affairs in his face. He waddled forwards towards the changing table, since Kate had turned eighteen, she had been added to the rota of adults changing Richy’s diapers. “I can’t wait to tell Sarah and Georgia.” Kate was talking mostly to herself now, referring to friends Richy had only seen when they sometimes visited, “I hope they both got assigned Big, they were both going to the Office today as well, I didn’t see them there though…” As Kate continued to babble about things she had to do, Richy got on the changing table and tuned her out. He was happy for her, he really was, but hearing about the things she was going to do hurt. He started to imagine a future for his sister, like a montage of snapshots over her life, where she partied with friends, went to college, met a partner, got married, built a career and family… all the things that had been stripped from Richy. Being jealous felt like the most normal thing in the world in that situation. Back when Richy had first been designated Little, Kate had been appalled. She had ranted and raved that it was unfair, and that her big brother was not going to spend his life as some baby. It had been something Richy had clung on too like a lifeline, someone who saw the madness for what it was. He remembered she even attended some of the anti-designation protests, much to their parents’ concern. She must’ve always avoided being arrested at those demonstrations, Richy guessed many who were probably weren’t assigned Big afterwards. He hoped it was just his imagination, but Richy wondered if there had already been a subtle shift in their relationship. As Kate wiped and powdered his butt, Richy wondered if she noticed the different ways in which she was acting, because he sure did. Normally she talked to him as if he was an adult, at least a little bit, if she was changing him, she would instruct him when to lift his hips. Now she was talking as if the other person couldn’t reply, she was using her hands to move Richy however she felt was best to get the diaper change completed. It was a subtle but noticeable difference. --- Sitting in his highchair, face smeared with his mushy cereal, Richy watched the other three members of his family talking as if they inhabited a different world to him. The only time he was looked at was when a fresh spoonful of breakfast was lifted for him, roughly three quarters of which ended up in his mouth, and the rest on his face or bib. “Your father bought us tickets to go to Middleton Gardens.” Davina said with a big smile. “That sounds lovely.” Kate replied. Richy looked at the eggs and bacon on the plates of the others around the table and felt a massive pang of envy. He was sometimes allowed “Big” food, but it was a much rarer treat than he wanted. The smell was enough to drive him crazy whilst he chewed on his bland mush. “They’ve got these rose displays which just look so magnificent.” Davina continued. She brought up something on her phone to show her daughter, “The flower show is coming up, and your father thinks it’s the best time to go.” “Yeah, they’ve got everything planted and ready for the show in a couple of weeks.” William cut in, “But if you go now, you avoid the crowds and the ticket prices.” “Very smart.” Kate said with a nod, “So, you’re going to be out all day?” “If that’s alright with you.” Fran said. She glanced briefly at Richy, “Are you sure it won’t be a problem.” “We’ll be fine.” Kate said as she finished scrolling on the phone and handed it back to her mum, “It’s not the first time I’ve babysat.” “It is the first time you’ve done it for your baby brother though.” Davina said, “You know he can be… cranky…” “I’m sure he’ll be good as gold.” Kate replied. She gave Richy a meaningful look, “I can be a mean big sister when I need to be.” Richy opened his mouth, and a fresh spoonful of his breakfast was shovelled into it by his mommy. He let out a deep sigh after swallowing the mush as quickly as possible, all the better to get it away from his tastebuds fast. “You have both our phone numbers?” Davina asked. “Mom, I’ll be fine.” Kate chuckled, “Don’t worry about us.” Richy’s opinion wasn’t asked for. Of course, it had been three years since anyone had asked for his opinion on anything more substantial than which diaper he wanted to wear that day, the white one or the one with pretty patterns, but he was horrified by the idea of Kate babysitting him. Kate was his baby sister, someone he had looked out for all through their childhoods, the idea that she was now going to be the one looking after him was humiliating. “Alright, I love you both.” Davina gave Richy a kiss on the forehead and then hugged Kate before following William into the hallway. For a few seconds Richy and Kate were left alone, then Davina appeared at the door again. She looked straight at Richy, “Be good.” “Yes, Mommy…” Richy muttered. He wanted to talk back and tell her that he was always good, well, most of the time at least. After some last-minute checks that they had everything, the parents finally walked out the front door. Richy swung his feet under his highchair, avoiding looking at Kate. It already felt so incredibly awkward. They’d been reasonably close growing up, arguments were rare, even when Richy was relegated to his current status it felt like Kate wasn’t willing to let go of her big brother. That dynamic seemed to be changing and there was nothing Richy could do but watch. “Right, well, this doesn’t have to be awkward.” Kate said as she moved over and sat next to the highchair. It was as if she could read Richy’s mind. “It doesn’t?” Richy asked doubtfully. He relished using words, something his parents so discouraged him from doing. “You’re my brother.” Kate said with a smile. Her hand reached out, and she stroked his cheek. Richy smiled. Maybe Kate was going to be chilled out still, maybe he’d actually get to experience some adult “treats” that he hadn’t had in quite a while, something like watching a TV show that wasn’t a mind-numbing cartoon designed for toddlers. “You’re my baby brother and I’m going to look after you.” Kate continued, “Now, I’m sure you’re missing your toys. Let’s get you cleaned up and into your playpen.” Richy’s heart sank. Just as quickly as the hope that Kate might treat him like a normal adult had blossomed, it turned to lead and settled in his stomach. It was dawning on him that the last person to continue showing him any respect now viewed him as a little baby, just like everyone else. Richy remained in his highchair, sullen and unmoving as his face was wiped clean by a cloth. He didn’t both to even try to restrain his bladder when he felt the smallest feeling of fullness, he was wet himself as the tray was unlocked and he was helped to the floor. Unfortunately, as if to really emphasise the status quo, Kate didn’t take his hand, which meant he had to drop on to his hands and knees and crawl. “I should apologise.” Kate said as she led the way up the hall. She was walking slower than normal, giving time for Richy to keep up as he scrabbled along behind her, “Before I went to the Designation Office, I was very… distracted. I think I probably intimated some things which might’ve hurt your feelings. I’m sorry, I was just really worried about being assigned Little, you know?” Richy certainly knew. He didn’t reply and just focused on crawling along behind his sister. It was strange to think that she was, at least chronologically, younger than him. For the last few years it had been increasingly difficult to think of her that way, as Richy watched her long legs turn and go into the living room from his place on the floor, he felt like the pendulum had well and truly shifted. The playpen gate was held open and Richy crawled inside. The only surprise was that Kate followed him, and the closed the gate behind her. When he sat down on his padded rear end, she walked around and sat cross-legged in front of him. “So… What are you playing?” Kate asked as she looked around at the toys. Richy shrugged. He never liked to be watched when he “played.” It was horribly embarrassing, and a far cry from the first-person shooters he used to enjoy so much on his computer. What he wouldn’t have given to be able to go back and play his video games again… “Well, how about this.” Kate said as she pulled over a box of action figures, “Let’s make a little story, OK? This guy…” Richy took a small doll dressed like a ninja from Kate. She smiled and then pulled over a skeleton figure as well as a bunch of miscellaneous monsters. Richy was blushing hard. He wanted to tell her not to bother, that he would much prefer just to sit and talk to her, but she wasn’t going to allow that. She was supposed to be babysitting him, and it seemed she was going to take that job very seriously. “He’s a wizard that is trying to take over the world.” Kate said as she placed him in front of her. She did a fake evil laugh just to emphasise the point, “And… your guy is a ninja with the power of magic running through him, the last hope to stop the evil skeleton wizard. Sound good?” Richy didn’t know what to say. His face twisted as he tried to work out what emotion he should’ve been going for, eventually deciding on a small, embarrassed nod. Sitting with Kate now, he was surprised that anyone ever thought she might be assigned Little, she seemed natural as a babysitter, much to his chagrin. --- 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/mqnguijl80b9cc6 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2552215

Emma is back in class and is trying very hard to catch up to people despite distractions. It doesn't go so well. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- “Are you upset?” Zoe asked. “I’m not.” I replied. It was a lie. “You seem upset.” Zoe said with a shrug. I chewed on the pacifier bulb in my mouth. I was copying down some sums that Mr. Smith was writing on the board at the front of the room. It was very basic math, easy and repetitive. It meant my friends had more time to think about other things and, apparently, they were using that spare capacity to think about me. “You do seem angry.” Nicole added. I squeezed my pencil in my hand so hard that I was surprised that it didn’t snap. Was there anything that was designed to make you get angry than people saying these things to you? I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. As I shifted in my seat I winced, the bruising on my backside would take days to disappear completely. I was trying to concentrate on my writing. I had a hard enough time trying to have legible handwriting without all these distractions. The worst part was that my friends were obviously right. I was angry. Everyone in my situation would be. Ever since the phone call from Zoe the night before I had barely been able to think about anything else. On the bus to school, I avoided her completely. Unfortunately, I couldn’t stay away from Zoe and Nicole forever and now they wanted to know why I was so moody. “Can you both just shut up?” I hissed as I took my pacifier out quickly, “I’m trying to concentrate.” “I’m already done.” Nicole shrugged, “Do you want some help?” “No!” I said a little too loudly. “Emma, is there something you want to share with the class?” Mr. Smith asked. “No, sir.” I replied as I put my soother back in, “Sorry.” In truth there was a lot I wanted to shout about to get it all off my chest. I wanted to scream about how unfair my life was, how I wanted to be more coordinated like Nicole, how my brother was an asshole and that my supposed “friend”, Zoe, was a traitor! I froze up a bit and frowned. What was I thinking? Zoe wasn’t a traitor. She was just going to a dance with a guy. I’d made it very clear over the years how I never wanted to date any man. And that was still true… wasn’t it? Of course it was, all men were pigs, I didn’t want anything to do with any of them no matter how nice Jacob acted towards me. I went back to my work and tried to stop thinking so hard about everything. I tried to concentrate as much as possible on my numbers and making them fully formed and understandable. The teacher was droning on about times tables and I tried to listen. “You’ve been acting weird all morning.” Zoe whispered. “I’m fine.” I replied quickly. Zoe just wouldn’t let it go. “Is it because of the phone call?” Zoe asked. “Phone call?” Nicole asked. “Yeah, I called Emma to tell her I was going to the prom with Jacob.” Zoe replied. I was so tense I thought a blood vessel would burst. I so desperately wished that none of this was having an effect on me. Couldn’t they see that it didn’t bother me at all that the one nice guy I’d ever met was going to the dance with my best friend? I just wished they would stop talking about it. I tried to focus on what Mr. Smith was saying about multiplication, but my ears were trained on my friends’ conversation. “Oh, Jacob?” Nicole said, “Do you like him too, Emma?” “Will you both ju-…” I started loudly. “Emma!” Mr. Smith called out, “Since you have so much to say perhaps you could answer the question.” All heads turned towards me, and I shifted awkwardly in my wet diaper. I hadn’t been paying attention; I had no idea what the question was yet alone the answer. I looked around at the board hoping for a clue but could see nothing which hinted at what I should say. Out of the corner of my I looked towards Nicole; I nudged her with my foot under the table, but she wasn’t saying anything. “Any time today.” Mr. Smith said impatiently. “Erm…” I had no choice. I was just going to have to guess and hoped I was the luckiest person in the world, “Seven?” “Seven?” Mr. Smith repeated with a frown. I heard some titters of laughter and felt my face flushing. It was excruciating. I cursed the other pupils, if they had been sitting with their friends nattering in their ears about inane crap, they wouldn’t know what to say either. She gave an awkward half-shrug towards the teacher. “For someone who is apparently desperate to join the boys’ classes you really don’t help yourself.” Mr. Smith shook his head, “Try listening, OK?” “I was listening, it’s just I-…” My words were cut off. “Someone else’s fault?” Mr. Smith asked. His smirk was making me angry, “Emma, if you don’t take responsibility for your actions, you’re never going to amount to much.” “You mean like teaching for a decade and still relegated to the girl’s classes?” I had spoken before I had engaged my brain. No sooner had the words left my mouth than I was clamping my hand over my pacifier, pushing it into my lips in the hope it would stop me talking. Every student in the school knew it was a sore point for the teacher. He had never bothered to hide how much he thought teaching girls was a waste of time. The rather smug smile he had at telling me off vanished to be replaced with an altogether darker expression. “In the corner.” Mr. Smith said as he pointed to a space near the door, “Now!” I actually counted myself lucky my punishment for speaking out like that was just corner time. I didn’t argue as I stood up and awkwardly waddled to the front of the class. All eyes were on me and as I walked past the teacher’s desk Mr. Smith leaned down to give my padded butt one quick swat. He put his other hand on my shoulder, stopping me. “One more word out of you…” Mr. Smith growled warningly, “And you can forget about graduating. I’ll hold you back a year. Understood?” My blood chilled in my veins. That was no empty threat. It was a lot easier to hold girls back than boys and Mr. Smith could easily have recommended such a move. I nodded my head quickly and pushed my pacifier between my lips again, it had dropped out when I had tried to answer him. His hand pointed to the naughty corner, and I scurried towards it, banging my hip on the corner of the teacher’s desk in my hurry. It was still early in the day as I sat down on the stool facing the corner just inches away from me. I looked up slightly to see the big sign proclaiming it to be the “Naughty Corner” and felt a fresh shade of red descend on to my face. I was entirely visible to every eye in the classroom, I was sure everyone was looking at my back. My diaper suddenly felt twice as big and I imagined it bulging out dramatically. “Right, let’s get back to the lesson.” Mr. Smith said to the class. I sighed and leaned forwards, so my head rested against the corner. There was nothing to do or distract myself with here. The two walls were a pristine white and joined together with nothing to distinguish them. There was nothing to focus my mind on except for my frustration and humiliation. It wasn’t the first time I had been sent to the corner. I knew how time started playing tricks on you, how it felt like hours had passed when in reality the clock had barely ticked a few minutes. Lunch was a long way off and I expected that was the minimum amount of time I was going to spend on the stool. I sighed. I wanted to tear the world apart. At morning break I heard all the other girl’s crinkling past me on their way outside. I remained seated and hoped I would be allowed to join them, but Mr. Smith sat down at his desk and started doing some marking. Part of me wondered if he knew I was still there. I adjusted in my seat causing crinkles to echo around the silent room, there was no doubt the teacher heard me, but he didn’t say anything, he just cleared his throat and kept marking. The problem was that although time felt like it had frozen for me in the corner my bodily functions definitely hadn’t. I had wet my diaper several times in the course of the morning. The only attention I had gotten from Mr. Smith was when he would bring over fresh bottles for me to drink. There was now several of them by my feet. The point was my diaper was very wet. Normally I would’ve asked to visit the nurse or, if it was break, take myself that way, but I had been told not to make a sound. I couldn’t risk being held back and having to repeat the whole year. Soon the bell rang, and the girls started coming back in. I felt so humiliated in the corner that my eyes were filled with tears. A fresh blossoming of warm urine in my baby pants was pushing the padding to my limit. My legs shook a little as Mr. Smith went back to teaching. He hadn’t even checked me. I always felt anxious when I was very wet, it was turned up to eleven in my current situation. I had occasionally been in the living room when my dad or brother were watching films that I technically shouldn’t have been allowed to. I had seen some films set during wars or in prisons, I had seen the main characters get sent to solitary where they would start losing their minds after so long in the dark and quiet. I started to envy those characters. At least their solitary granted them some privacy. I was stuck with the whole class looking my way, I would’ve welcomed a dark and quiet room at that point. I tried to listen to Mr. Smith droning on about math but without being able to write things down or see any visual aids I quickly became lost. It just raised my anxiety even more, to the point where I was finding it hard to stay still. My diaper was so horribly uncomfortable, and it was disgusting to be so in need of a change. The hours passed by slowly and my diaper became a ticking timebomb. I could feel how soaked it was, from the front to the back the padding had swollen up underneath my childish outfit. At any moment my bladder might give way again and when it did, I had little doubt the diaper would too. Eventually, losing my nerve in the game of chicken with my soaked underwear, I raised my hand to try and get Mr. Smith’s attention. He didn’t come over or say anything. I hoped that one of students would bring his attention to me, but they didn’t say anything either. Traitors, I thought to myself. If any of them were struggling, I would’ve tried to help… probably. I knew lunch must be getting close because my tummy had started rumbling. I had just started wondering if I would be released from my sentence to go and have lunch when disaster struck. I started wetting myself, but the diaper immediately gave way. I could feel the urine collecting on the stool beneath me and running down my legs, a hot streak that quickly cooled. I froze in horror as my bladder continued to empty without any conscious effort on my part. The rest of the class was silent, working on some sums, tears filled my eyes. I tried to stop my bladder, to clench down and stem the flow, since the diaper seemed to have zero absorbency remaining. I might as well have not bothered, I couldn’t do a thing to stop the flow. I sobbed lightly, still not sure whether I could move but feeling more ashamed and humiliated than ever in my life before. Drip. Drip. Drip. I closed my eyes and then covered my blushing face. In the quiet classroom where the only sound was the occasional crinkle from a classmate the liquid now running over the side of the stool was loud, at least to my ears. I moved slightly and the dripping became a temporary stream from the displaced pee. This was a disaster, and I felt frozen, I didn’t know what to do. “Erm, Mr. Smith?” I heard a voice near me speak up. “Yes, Olivia?” Mr. Smith replied. “Sir, I think Emma needs to go to the nurse…” Olivia said. There was a slight pause and then I heard Mr. Smith walking rapidly towards me. For a second, I thought he’d lost his mind, and he was just going to start swinging. I tensed up in preparation but instead only felt his hand on the scruff of my onesie as he pulled me backwards off the stool and to my feet. “Oh, for goodness… Why didn’t you say you needed the nurse!?” Mr. Smith shouted. Now that I was standing it felt like the leak was worse. The whole bottom of my onesie felt sodden, and the now cold urine streaked down my legs on to the thankfully hardwood floor. I was looking at the ground and sobbing. Yet again I could feel everyone staring at my latest humiliation. I had never felt further away from my goal of getting out of that damn class. “Y-You… You said… not to… speak.” I haltingly explained between sobs. “Obviously I meant not to speak out of turn.” Mr. Smith said with annoyance, “I didn’t want you to make a mess of my classroom!” I suddenly felt very stupid. I should’ve known better but the threat of being held back a year was too great to take the risk of talking. Now, however, I had made things much worse for myself. The puddle around my feet was still growing. “Go to the nurse and sort yourself out.” Mr. Smith said crossly, “And tell reception we need the janitor.” --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mobgtuaba5be79/chapter/mqjoqqor3e945e8 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2545719

Richy's processing is completed and he is sent home. We then move three years into the future to find that his sister has a big day ahead of her as we see what Richy's post designation life looks like. --- 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 --- “Guards!” Brianna called out, “He’s ready.” “Ready?” Richard repeated. “To be moved to the pen.” Brianna smiled. “Oh.” Richard was struggling to keep up. There were just too many thoughts going through his brain. “Here. Put this on.” Brianna carried over a plain red t-shirt. It was very similar to the one Richard had seen on the other person that had been designated Baby when he had been in the queue. It was awkward. Richard hadn’t let someone dress him for as long as he could remember. There was more than a little fumbling before the shirt was pulled over his head and down his body. Predictably, it didn’t cover his diaper. His diaper. HIS diaper. Richard found the words swirling around his head as the guards stood by the open door waiting for him. Brianna helped him off the table and he could immediately feel the difference to what he had been wearing previously. The padding pushed his thighs apart and when he moved, he could feel it all rubbing against him, which wasn’t to mention the noise. Each crinkle was deafening. “Could you take him to the pen.” Brianna asked the guards. Richard had his arm taken by one of the guards and he was led out of the nurse’s room. It was like trying to walk with a pillow between his legs, he kept trying to squeeze his knees together only to find that the diaper blocked that from happening. He was made to waddle back towards the lobby and, for a heart stopping second, thought he was going to be paraded in front of everyone else. Instead, the guards opened another door that led to a large room to the side of the lobby. Richard found a playpen with five other adults in it. All of them looked distressed. Outside of the pen there was a glass wall, and on the other side of that… “Oh God…” Richard moaned. He ducked behind the guard, desperate to not be seen. The other side of the glass partition was a lot of people, mainly couples, looking in and smiling. As Richard was led in, he saw that a lot of faces turned his way and he had to quickly drop his gaze to the ground as his face blazed from the humiliation. He didn’t understand what was happening, it was almost like a zoo. The gate to the playpen was opened and Richard was given a little push in the back to make him toddle inside. He turned around to see the gate being closed. The guards left the room shortly thereafter. Richard looked up at the glass again. It was strange he could see people talking to each other, laughing, smiling, pointing Littles out… but he couldn’t hear anything. “Help!” Richard shouted, “Help!” There was no reaction from the people on the other side of the glass. His shoulders sagged and he turned away. He wasn’t even sure what help he could expect. He had been designated Little and that was all that mattered. No one could do a single thing to help him. Richard slumped to the ground and looked around at what he now realised was a playpen. The space was large, and amply equipped with toys, which seemed somewhat optimistic if the current inhabitants of the playpen were anything to go by. There were five other people, all separated from each other as if they were each worried they might catch something. There was another young man on the far side of the pen. He had a red scarf around his neck and seemed almost comatose. Presumably the shock of having his life ripped away from him. There were two women, both looking morose and with scarfs around their necks, it took Richard a second to realise, because one had her back to him, that they were twins. Another young woman was against the side of the pen with her legs drawn up and hiding her face, which also unfortunately exposed more of her diaper. The final young man was nearest Richard. He was sitting with his legs open idly batting a ball back and forth looking strangely less affected than everyone else. Richard scooted a little closer to him. “They can’t hear you.” The young man said without looking up. “Huh?” Richard grunted. “The people, the… Bigs.” The man said with a sigh, “You were shouting. The glass is thick and soundproof.” “Why are they even there?” Richard asked as he tried to pull his shirt lower, “I’m Richard, by the way.” “Charlie.” The man replied, “And they’re there to adopt us.” “A-Adopt… but my parents…” Richard stammered. “Relax. Not all of us.” Charlie said, “Just the ones with red scarves.” Richard looked around the pen again and saw that there was a very clear difference between those with the scarf and those without. He suddenly realised that describing the pen as being like a zoo was wrong, it was more like a pet shop. The Bigs were prospective “parents” choosing Littles. “There seems to be a lot of us.” Richard said, “I thought it was only a few people who were designated Little.” “Yeah…” Charlie shrugged, “I don’t know. Maybe it’s bad luck, maybe they lie about the figures to stop young people rioting. Who knows…” Richard slumped down. He found himself subconsciously checking for a red scarf even though he knew he wasn’t wearing one. It must’ve been a good sign. Surely it meant that his parents hadn’t abandoned him… yet. “You seem very calm about all this.” Richard said. He was aware that he wasn’t screaming anymore either, he was exhausted from the struggle up to then. “Meh, I kind of expected it.” Charlie replied, “Not too bothered, to be honest.” ““Not too bothered?”” Richard repeated with a frown. “Yeah, it could be worse.” Charlie shrugged again. Richard was starting to regret talking to Charlie. At first, he thought he might have someone to share his pain, now he felt like he was talking to someone who had lost their mind. This was the worst thing that could’ve ever happened to Richard, and he was pretty sure the rest of the people in the playpen felt the same way. He decided that Charlie was probably lying to himself to get through what was happening. Before Richard could work out how to reply, or if he even wanted to, the door he had walked through previously opened. Richard looked up to see who the latest poor soul being thrown in with the others was. But it wasn’t another person designated Little, it was two Bigs. It was Richard’s parents. Richard caught a glimpse of them and immediately his eyes filled with tears again. He had a childish want for his mom and dad to fix everything, to tell the government that there was a mistake and that he was a Big. He could see from his mother’s eyes that no such thing was going to happen. Both Richard’s parents had very serious looks on their faces as they walked in. “Oh, Richy…” Davina said with a sigh. It was all Richard could take. He started loudly crying again. He couldn’t take his parents seeing him like this, it felt like the final nail in the coffin. He covered his face and started to wail louder than ever before. He was barely aware of one of the guards opening the playpen gate and his parents coming in. “Come on, son.” William said as he hooked his hands under Richard’s armpits and helped him to stand up, “Let’s get you home.” Richard stumbled forwards and out of the playpen flanked by his parents. His life had been flipped upside down and there was going to be an awful lot of adjusting to come. --- Three Years Later… --- Richy sat in his playpen. His diaper, wet from an “accident” in his highchair during breakfast, squished underneath him. There was a lot of activity in the house that morning. Richy was mildly interested as he sucked on his pacifier. One of the very, very few benefits of his position was the complete lack of stress in most things. He never had a deadline, he never had to look after anything, he wasn’t expected to do a single thing. It had been a little over three years since Richy had been designated Little and his feelings hadn’t changed at all. He saw it as a loathsome experience, a never-ending degradation that he had no choice but to endure. He tried not to think too far into the future anymore, it was liable to give him panic attacks. The worst part of it all, for Richy, as his family insisted on calling him, was watching his parents and sister start to look at him differently as time went on. When he was walked out of the Designation Office it seemed like his parents were as shocked as he was, the drive home had been in near silence apart from his sobbing. Over the days that followed his life was completely upended. There had been a near continuous stream of deliveries made to the house as everything he knew and owned was replaced. With each new baby item acquired, it was like Richy could see his family’s opinion change just a little more. After a few months they seemed to think that him being a Little was completely normal and fine. Richy still fought things, but by that stage his parents were finished with acting like he was an equal. Since then, each day had been monotonous. Richy rarely left the house, which he was grateful for because it was awful being seen as a Little by anyone. He woke up in his crib, had his diaper changed, was fed breakfast, played with toys, had his diaper changed again, ate lunch, nap time, more playing, diaper change, dinner, and then was soon after put back in his crib. It was mind-numbing. Richy didn’t talk much anymore. His parents didn’t like him doing it, anything beyond babbling or basic words would get a stern look. Sometimes, if he really got frustrated and pushed the boundaries, it would end up with a punishment, often a spanking, that left him in tears. He had been rebellious for the first month, he tried to fight everything that changed, but he was gradually worn down. His becoming more docile was sped along when the Designation Office sent inspectors to the home. The inspectors were very serious people. They visited Littles at home and assessed their environment, made sure they were being treated correctly, and made suggestions for improvements. In Richy’s case, they saw his continuing bad behaviour and issued a warning to the family. If Richy’s parents couldn’t get him under control, then he would be taken by the state and adopted by someone who could. That was a terrifying prospect for Richy. As horrible as it all was, it would’ve been worse surrounded by strangers, he was quite sure of that. Kate came into the living room and sat down on the couch. She had her shoes on and was looking at her phone, using her free hand to pick at her lip. She was clearly anxious, and it took Richy a moment to remember why. When it hit him, it was like a freight train. Kate’s eighteenth birthday had been a couple of weeks before; she was going to get designated. Suddenly the clear anxiety on her face made sense, she’d seen what being designated Little looked like after all, Richy couldn’t blame her for wanting to avoid it at all costs. “It’s time to go.” William, Rich and Kate’s dad, said as he held the car keys in his hand. “I don’t want to.” Kate replied. “I know, sweetheart, but you know there isn’t a choice.” William said to his daughter sympathetically, “I’m sure everything will be fine.” Richy, sucking on a pacifier, almost laughed. They spoke as if he wasn’t there, he knew that his input wasn’t wanted, heck, it was likely to get him in trouble. He wasn’t supposed to care about anything the grownups said to or around him. “Claire said it runs in families!” Kate said with an anxious frown, “I don’t want to… you know.” Kate was sweet, but Richy knew exactly what she meant. She didn’t want to end up like him. Her eyes flitted to his position in the playpen, she no doubt was picturing herself in there with him and how horrible it would be. Richy certainly wouldn’t deny that it sucked, though the company would be nice. “I’m sure that’s not true.” William said. “What if it is!?” Kate exclaimed. Richy watched his daddy sigh and then walk into the room. He sat down on the couch next to Kate and they shared a moment, he put an arm around her waist, and she leaned into the hug. Richy felt very much like he was intruding on a private moment. To make matters worse, his stomach was starting to rumble, and it had nothing to do with being hungry, it would be the high fibre diet he was fed everyday making his digestive system very quick, not helped by three years of ignoring signals that he needed the toilet. “We will love you no matter what.” William said softly. Richy could tell that it was scant comfort to his sister, but he could attest to his parents loving both their progeny. Despite how much harder he had made things for them by being designated Little, they still did their utmost to look after him, even if it meant doing things he greatly resented, even if he was having one of his “tantrums” as his mommy called it. Richy sat up on his knees, half bent over with his butt sticking out behind him. Before he closed his eyes, he saw Kate looking at him with fear, a worry that she was watching a portent of her future. Richy screwed his face up as he pushed with his tummy muscles, a routine he had gone through innumerable times in the previous three years. Nevertheless, it was still a process that brought him immense embarrassment and shame. Each dirty diaper feeling like confirmation of his place as a baby. In front of his dad and his sister, Richy reached out and held the bars of the playpen as he felt a momentary build up of pressure in his bowels. He let out the breath he had been holding as he felt his soft poop easily push out of his body, his mostly liquid and mushy food diet making his waste as soft as his diapers. It was all over after just a few seconds. Richy opened his eyes. Nothing seemed to have changed inside the living room, and yet the sticky feeling in the seat of his diaper told a different story. With a sigh, partly relief but mostly utter humiliation, Richy dropped back and sat on the floor, sinking into the mess he had created and feeling a small shiver go up his spine. His face was a bright red as he looked up at his family members bashfully. Kate looked like she was about to cry. “Oh dear.” William said quietly, “Don’t worry Richy, we’ll get mommy to come change you in a minute.” Richy had assumed as much. He had been very much encouraged not to ask for diaper changes. He was either supposed to get the attention of his parents by crying or simply wait for them to come check him. There was a minute or so of silence. Richy didn’t really know what to do, his diaper was starting to stink up the room, but Kate didn’t seem keen on leaving, he didn’t blame her. Eventually, it was Richy’s mommy walking in that seemed to unfreeze the moment. “Phew, smells like someone is overdue a change.” Davina said as she waved her hand in front of her face for dramatic effect. Richy thought she was exaggerating. It didn’t smell THAT bad, though he had to acknowledge he had become somewhat “nose blind” to himself. Davina turned to her daughter, “You two better get a move on, you know what happens if you’re late.” Kate took a deep shuddering breath and finally stood up. William followed and together they made their way out to the hallway. “Good luck.” Richy said quietly. “Thanks.” Kate replied without looking back at him. There were hugs and kisses before the front door opened, and Kate left the house. Richy stood up and looked through the front window as they made their way down the path, Kate already seemed to have shrunk into herself a little, like a threatened turtle retreating into their shell. He wished her luck. As much as it would provide him some comfort to have his sister in the same place as him, he wouldn’t wish the life he now had on his worst enemy. “Baby, you’re not supposed to be standing.” Davina said after she walked back into the living room. Richy quickly sat back down. The rules stated he wasn’t allowed to stand unless someone was holding his hand. As he landed back on his bottom, the mess in his diaper spread even more causing a shiver of disgust to go up his spine. “Well, you definitely need a change before your nap.” Davina said as she waved her hand in front of her nose, “But I’ll feed you your bottle first.” Davina left the room with Richy grimacing. He always hated when he was left in his poopy diaper for longer than absolutely necessary. He hadn’t yet got a diaper rash, which seemed like a miracle to him, but it still felt so gross. When his mom came back into the room holding a large bottle, she unclipped the lock on the playpen on her way to sitting back down on the couch. She patted her lap and Richy started crawling. It didn’t matter that it had been three years of crawling, Richy still felt embarrassed every single day. He was quite confident he would never learn to not be embarrassed by his position in society. When he was sometimes taken outside, which wasn’t often because of the tantrums he had, he sometimes saw other Littles that seemed very serene and accepting of their lives. He didn’t understand them at all. Richy climbed on to the couch with his bulging diaper swaying behind him. He turned over and laid down across his mommy’s lap, facing the ceiling and with one of her arms cradling his back. He found it difficult to meet her eyes. She had fully accepted and embraced his position, but far from making it easier, it seemed to make Richy feel even worse. In a well-practiced routine, Richy opened his mouth and soon tasted the latex tip of the bottle. The nipple, like the whole bottle, was much bigger than on an actual baby’s drinking device. It had taken some time to grow used to feeling it so far back on his tongue, but it was well short of his gag reflex or anything like that. He started sucking and soon felt cold milk bursting into his mouth. It tasted good, almost good enough to make him forget about the sludge he could feel pressing against his skin in his underwear. “Do you think Katie will be designated Little, baby?” Davina asked. Richy knew it was a rhetorical question. Something his mommy did to occupy her mind whilst waiting for him to fill up on milk. Richy didn’t try to respond, but he answered her in his head. He had no idea if she would be made Little or Big. He had never thought he himself would be designated Little, so he thought he probably knew less than anyone else. “Having two babies to take care of would be difficult…” Davina said idly, “We’re not made of money, your daddy has to work and just keeping up with you can be a challenge. I never expected to have to be doing all of this again. The government keep cutting the subsidies to help with looking after you too…” Richy was hearing things he never usually heard about. His parents usually made sure not to talk about anything grown up around him. It was the first time he had been hearing that his parents might’ve been struggling a little financially. “It’s typical, right?” Davina let out a little laugh and shook her head, “The men in suits create a burden for us and promise to help, and then… Oh, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be saying any of this here. Drink up, baby.” Richy was quickly filling up on the milk. He knew it was a special formula, just like the food he was given. All fortified with extra minerals and vitamins which meant he could get by on a mostly liquid and mushy food diet. On rare occasions he was given solid food, as a treat, and those days were like magic. Tasting those delicious foods he used to know rather than the bland baby food was like all his Christmases coming at once. “I don’t know if we could cope with two babies.” Davina continued. She wasn’t looking at Richy, instead staring into the middle distance as she held the bottle to his lips, “We might have to consider…” Davina trailed off. Richy swallowed his milk with increased anxiety, a fresh burst of warmth in his diaper highlighting his fear. Had his mommy about to say that one of them would have to be adopted? Richy hoped not. As bad as his situation was, he didn’t want to leave his family, and he was keen for his sister to stay as well. “It doesn’t matter.” Davina said as she shook her head a little as if coming out of a daydream, “We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it. I’m sure your sister will be fine.” Richy finished his bottle in silence. The nipple, previously clear but now a milky white, was pulled from his lips. He was left panting slightly and could feel the milk weighing heavily in his stomach. His mommy looked at the bottle to make sure it had all been drunk and then placed it on the couch next to her. For a few seconds she remained seated, idly patting Richy’s bulging rear. “Let’s get you changed and down for your nap.” Davina finally said. Richy scrambled off his mommy’s lap. His stinky diaper was stuck against his skin but at least his mommy reached out her hand so he could walk upstairs. It was a lot better than having to crawl. He toddled after his mommy, waddling in the wide-legged way that would be recognisable to any mother with a small child. The shame was still immense, but Richy had learnt not to complain lest he wanted punishment. He was taken up to his nursery, a sight which would’ve shocked him if he went back in time four years and showed himself. He wished he could, at least it might’ve jolted him into action and stopped him ending up where he was. The nursery used to be Richy’s bedroom. When he woke up some mornings, he still expected to see his desk and computer opposite his bed, his consoles in front the television and a mess of clothes on the floor. Instead, he saw the bars of his white crib, the changing table opposite, a box of toys that was open and their contents scattered around the room, and a playmat. The sinking feeling he got when reality stepped in and asserted itself always made him want to cry. In the early days, sometimes he had done just that. “Up you get.” Davina said as she patted the padded changing table. Her other hand reaching to the shelf underneath to pull out a fresh diaper. Richy climbed up on to the table with little difficulty and laid down, sighing as he the humiliating ritual began. It was always the same. A pacifier was placed in his mouth, and he stared up at the ceiling, imagining an alternative world where he had been designated Big. He listened to the tapes of his used disposable get pulled and then felt fresh air as it was lowered. He closed his eyes as he was cleaned. It was particularly bad when it came to what his mommy referred to as his “boy parts.” He was a young man, he had urges which he wasn’t allowed to satisfy, it didn’t mean he never found a way, but it was difficult and if he was caught, he would get in big trouble. All of that meant that, sometimes, when his mommy pinched the end of his penis and used it to make space to clean, there could be a reaction. Richy closed his eyes as he was slowly wiped clean. It always took longer when he was messy. Sometimes, when mommy opened the diaper, the results were so bad she would abandon the endeavour and take him to the shower instead. This time she settled for making some comments about how stinky he was and set about her task. It was a relief, at that point, for the messy padding to be pulled away, balled up, and dropped into the pail at the end of the table. The fresh diaper was slipped underneath Richy and powder sprinkled on top. He sighed and felt pleased to be out of the poopy diaper, trying not to wonder how long it would be before he was in another one. Whenever he started thinking about what his future looked like it made it all much harder to take. He was helped off the changing table and led to the crib, which he climbed into with a pat of encouragement on the rear. “Have a nice nap.” Davina said as she kissed him on the forehead and raised the bars. Richy sucked on his pacifier as he pulled his baby blue blanket up and over him. It was crazy, he thought, just how much his parents, his mother in particular, truly saw him as a baby. As if the day before walking into the Designation Office he had been a mature adult, and the day after leaving it he was a useless baby, like he was a completely different person. He rolled over to face away from her as she left the room, pulling the door to but leaving the baby monitor on. Naps had become part of Richy’s everyday life. He may not have wanted to sleep when he was told to, but his body had grown used to it. He didn’t much want to admit it, but he definitely did get crankier when he missed his nap and spent the afternoon feeling tired and irritable. His last thoughts were of his sister, Katie, who despite his reduction in status had still always treated him a little like an equal. He wondered exactly what kind of relationship he would have with his sister when she returned with her destiny decided. --- 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/mqdmgyyz79d54f5 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2540939

Emma is doing homework at the kitchen table when the differences between the genders is really hammered home for her. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- “You smell.” Ollie said. “I don’t!” I shot back. “Are you sure?” Ollie replied, “Maybe you crapped yourself… again.” I glared at my brother. I tried not to let it show that I was simultaneously reaching back to press my diaper against me. I was almost certain that I hadn’t dirtied my diaper, but it wasn’t impossible that I had. It wouldn’t have been the first time that I’d had an accident without noticing. I was about ninety-five percent sure I was clean. “Maybe you’re smelling yourself.” I sneered. We were sat at the kitchen table doing homework. For me that meant I was writing the same letters over and over in an attempt to improve my handwriting. It wasn’t going well. Just like my sewing and cooking abilities, my writing wasn’t the best. In fact, it was pretty awful. After completing a line of “R” I looked back to see most of them were little more than scribbles. Even I had to admit that there was no way any objective person would look at what I had written and know what it was. Opposite me, Ollie was writing as well. However, unlike my very basic attempts at improving my handwriting he was writing a whole essay. I didn’t tend to pay too much attention to my brother’s homework, but I had to admit some curiosity this time. It seemed he was writing a book report on one of my favourite books. “Bridge to Terabithia?” I tried to sound disinterested. “Yeah, it sucks.” Ollie said as he tossed the book halfway across the table, “And they want me to write a report on it. It’s two little brats making up a magic world. Booooring.” “What are you talking about!?” I said as if an insult to the book was an insult to me as well. “It’s for babies.” Ollie tilted his chair back. He had seemingly only written a couple of paragraphs. “It’s a classic!” I argued, “It’s beautiful.” “Whatever… If you like it so much, why don’t you write it.” Ollie said as he pushed the paper towards me. I looked down at the barely started report and sighed. I would’ve loved to have written the report more than anything, I loved that book, but it wasn’t possible. My brother’s handwriting wasn’t perfect but next to my toddler-level scrawls it looked great. “Oh, I forgot.” Ollie smirked, “I guess you can’t.” I was about to respond angrily when my phone vibrated on the table. Girls my age were often allowed phones, but they were blocked from connecting to the internet or doing anything fun. I didn’t often get notifications for anything, so I was quickly distracted picking it up. It was a call from Zoe. I fumbled the phone once before sliding my finger up to answer the call. “Hello?” I said. “Oh. My. God!” Zoe said, “I’ve got great news, and I just have to tell you.” “Oh?” I frowned. I wasn’t sure exactly what could be so exciting that it couldn’t wait for school the next day. “I’ve got a date for the prom!” Zoe said. I could practically hear her clapping her hands as she told me. What I did hear was the loud sound of a diaper tape. “Oh, that-… Wait, are you being changed?” I asked. “Uh huh.” Zoe mumbled in response, “But that’s not important. What IS important is that I’m going to the dance with Jacob!” I felt my stomach drop. Jacob? As in the Jacob who had asked me to the dance earlier that day? The man who had walked me to the nurse? I shouldn’t have cared at all. Anyone who knew me knew I had no interest in any man. So why was my immediate reaction one of anger and jealousy. “Jacob?” I eventually forced myself to say, “I thought you were into Liam…” “Yeah, but Liam is totally oblivious, and I needed SOMEONE.” Zoe said, “I didn’t want to be the only girl without a man.” This would normally be where I would remind her there would be at least one other girl either there alone or not there at all. However, I was still mired in both a confusing mix of emotions and trying to work out why I was feeling them. It didn’t seem to matter; Zoe was more than prepared to keep talking. “So, I saw Jacob just before leaving and decided to throw caution to the wind.” Zoe said, “If no one was going to ask me then I was going to ask them!” “You asked Jacob?” I was surprised. It was very unusual for a girl to ask a boy. In fact, most boys would see it as a threat to their masculinity and would reject them on that basis alone. “Yep!” Zoe said. “And he said yes?” I asked. “Yep!” Zoe said again. “Oh…” I paused for an uncomfortably long time. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say, “Well, erm, congratulations.” “Thank you!” Zoe said excitedly. In the background I could hear her mom telling her to lift her butt, “We’ll talk more at school.” “OK, bye.” I said and hung up before Zoe could reply. I knew I shouldn’t be upset with her, but I was. I put my phone down and glared down at my homework. I felt like I was in turmoil, but I didn’t know why. I picked up my pen and started to continue my letters, I was pressing the pen against the paper so hard I thought the paper might tear. I was so angry, and I didn’t know where to direct it. I pressed all my negative emotions down into the pen as I continued to write the letters. My mind was elsewhere though and as I became increasingly distracted my letters were getting even wilder. It had been hard to tell what some of the letters were supposed to be before but now some of them were nothing but indistinct scribbles. As I continued to struggle to maintain my composure, Dad walked in and went over to the sink. I guessed Mom was out, it was about the only way Dad would get his own drink like he was doing right then. He ruffled Ollie’s hair as he walked past but ignored me. “What’s that supposed to be?” Ollie asked as he leaned over and looked at my paper. “An “R”.” I replied quietly. The letters, which had started at least evenly spaced even if they were a little untidy, were now scrawled everywhere as if a mad person had written them. “Really?” Ollie snorted with laughter, “Doesn’t look like it.” I tried to ignore Ollie. I was already upset and the last thing I needed was my brother needling me. He knew how much growing up meant to me and he knew exactly how to get under my skin. I closed my eyes and took a deep shuddering breath. I knew he was trying to rile me up, I just had to ignore it. “Looks like a toddler drew it.” Ollie said. I looked at Dad. He knew I got wound up like this and yet he was doing nothing to stop my brother from taunting me. From their point of view, making fun of me was normal and it was my responsibility not to respond. Ollie took my pen from out of my hand and turned the paper around. I glared at him as he drew a perfect “R”. “See?” Ollie said as he passed my homework back to me, “Easy.” “Leave me alone.” I hissed. “I’m just trying to help.” Ollie replied. My hands balled up into my fists. I felt a throbbing in my forehead and my legs trembled under the table. I needed to remove myself from the room before I did something I’d regret. “Here. Let me show you.” Ollie said. My brother stood behind me and leaned over my shoulder. He slipped the pen into my hand and the took hold of my arm. He started guiding my hand and drawing the letter I had struggled with. When I saw that it was indeed an improvement over my own efforts, I felt like I was reaching melting point. I could almost feel my face going a deep shade of red. “There we go! Well done!” Ollie said with faux excitement. He leaned in close to my ear until I could feel his breath, “Baby.” I had no control of my reactions. I couldn’t stand the taunting anymore and combined with the strange mix of feelings the phone call had given to me the red mist descended. I wheeled around and shoved Ollie as had as I could, I grunted from the effort as Ollie stumbled backwards and then, rather theatrically, fell to the floor, his back against the fridge. There was no way I was strong enough to have caused that myself. “Emma!” Dad’s voice boomed. My eyes widened. I was still looking at Ollie who I saw smirking. He’d gotten exactly what he wanted. Dad was in the room and had witnessed what I had done. As I turned back around, he was advancing on me, I slipped out of the chair but in my desperation to get away my uncoordinated feet got tangled together causing me to trip. I would’ve hit the floor hard if Dad hadn’t reached out and grabbed my wrist. “Stop!” I squealed as I was pulled back to the table, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Ollie was…” “Don’t you dare try to blame your brother.” Dad said angrily, “I saw what was happening. He was helping you with your homework.” “He wasn’t!” I protested. Tears were already filling my eyes as I started stumbling over my words in trying to explain myself. I was pushed forwards and a hand in the back bent me over the table. I knew what was coming. Dad’s go to punishment for when I “acted out” was a swift hard spanking. I tensed up knowing what was going to come. Despite being totally prepared when Dad’s hand made loud contact with the back of my soggy disposable, I yelped like a puppy who had just had its tail stepped on. The first was swiftly followed by a second and a third. I couldn’t contain my emotions and tears started streaming down my face. It wasn’t fair and yet no one would believe me. I hit the table with my fists as the whacks to my backside continued, a deep throbbing pain soon developing underneath my stinging skin, the diaper seemed to do nothing to offer me protection. After around a dozen spanks, I didn’t bother counting, I felt Dad smack me one more time. My top half was splayed out on the table, and I was snatching deep breaths of air in between loud sobs. I thought it was over and tried to stand up, but Dad held me in place. I grunted from the effort before giving up and remaining in place, trying to blink the tears out of my eyes so I could see again. “Ollie, come over here.” Dad instructed. I heard Ollie climbing to his feet and walking behind me, “Now, son, it’s important you don’t let girls take advantage of any kindness. Sure, they’re weak, but they need a strong hand to guide them. Spank your sister.” “W-What!?” I exclaimed as I struggled again to get up. Ollie hadn’t spanked me before; punishment was Dad’s realm. I was shoved back down and the weight on my back only increased. “I can?” Ollie asked. He sounded almost in awe, as if he was being bestowed a great honour. “You’re becoming a man.” Dad sounded proud, “Just a couple of spanks to start with.” I was shaking my head and trying to claw my way across the table in my desperation to get away. Unfortunately, Dad could now use both hands to keep me in place. I looked back over my shoulder through tear-filled eyes at Ollie getting into position with his hand hovering an inch from my butt. He was looking up at Dad for guidance. “Argh!” I screamed as Ollie spanked me hard on my already bruised backside. The delay between the first half of the punishment and the second had only allowed the blood to return and make things hurt even worse. After just a few impacts the extra spanking stopped and Dad finally let me stand up. My hands immediately went to rub my butt. I was looking down at the floor, my face was red and puffy from the crying. “Apologise to your brother.” Dad demanded. I scowled. One of my hands came up to rub my face and I looked up. Ollie was standing a foot away and smiling widely. I knew that if I failed to do as I was told I would be back over the table. I swallowed back the tears and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I pushed you.” I muttered. “Now you can go to your room.” Dad instructed before Ollie could say anything back, “I’ll send your mother up to put you in your crib shortly.” Normally I would be very upset that I had to go to bed without dinner but this time I was fine with getting time alone. I turned on my heels and practically ran from the room towards the stairs. I didn’t stop until I got to my room where I slammed the door and flung myself on to my mattress. I started loudly crying and it didn’t feel like I’d ever stop. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. 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