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Joey is in a diaper and no amount of asking his Mom to reconsider will get her to do so. Then it's downstairs to find out just what Joey's life will look like going forwards. --- I make all my money from writing. It is the only income I have and every single cent goes to keeping the lights on and food in the fridge. I am IMMENSELY grateful to all of my wonderful subscribers who allow me to do this for a living. If you enjoy my writing you can find benefits such as early access to everything I post and 30+ complete stories that are EXCLUSIVE to my subscriber pages. If you are interested, I would be forever grateful for you checking out my subscriber pages below (the same content is posted on both). https://reamstories.com/elfy/ https://subscribestar.art/elfy --- “Yes?” Fran called as she pushed coat hangers in the closet. “Is it… safe to come in?” Ben called out. “Of course.” Fran replied as if she had no idea why it would be anything else. The door opened and Joey was left with nowhere to hide. He squirmed on the changing table and tried to cover himself up, but the bulky diaper was too big and his hands too small. Ben walked into the room and saw Joey, his mouth dropped open. It took him a moment to recover his bearings. “Oh, for God’s sake…” Ben squeezed his eyes shut and turned towards Fran, “I thought you said it was safe!” “It is.” Fran said as she emerged from the closet. She watched as Ben, without looking at Joey, gestured his way with a grossed out look on his face, “Oh, grow up, Ben. You’ve seen Lucas in just a diaper how many times before?” “That’s very obviously different!” Ben replied with annoyance. “We talked about this.” Fran said as she closed the closet. She had a hanger in her other hand. “Doesn’t mean I have to be happy.” Ben muttered. He was studiously avoiding looking in Joey’s direction, “I just wanted to say that Lucas is in the playpen. I’m going to go out and see some friends.” Having finished what he was saying, Ben was already turning to the exit of the nursery. He had his hand on the knob when Fran spoke again. “Remember what I said.” Fran said with a very serious tone. Ben stopped in his tracks but didn’t look around, “You’re the man of the house now. You can go out, that’s fine, just remember that you’ll have more responsibilities in future.” Joey thought his teenage brother wanted to retort. He thought it looked like he clearly had something he wanted to say, but he bit his tongue and without even acknowledging that he heard his mother, he opened the door and left the room. When he closed it again it was with a slightly harder bang than it really required. Joey heard his mother sigh and give a quick shake of her head before her smile returned. She walked over to the changing table where Joey was still sitting. Every tiny movement produced more crinkles, and the feeling of padding wrapped around his legs was beyond strange. He looked up at his mom. “Is this…” Joey swallowed, “Is this all… a joke?” “A joke?” Fran repeated with a frown, “You think I spent all this money on a joke?” “It’s just really weird.” Joey mumbled. “I know, baby.” Fran reached out and put a hand on Joey’s bare shoulder, “It’s a big adjustment for everyone. But we’re going to give it a try, OK?” Joey didn’t see himself as having much of a choice. Everything was changing and he was being swept along in the current. His mom smiled widely as she held out a pacifier. Joey actually felt a sense of relief when he saw it, of everything that had happened, at least that the pacifier was something of a known quantity. He opened his mouth and let his mom press it between his lips. Almost instantly he felt some relief sweep over him. “And finally, let’s get you covered up before you go downstairs to play with Lucas.” Fran said as she started to pull the hanger out of the clothes, “Gosh, he’s going to be so happy to play with you!” Joey didn’t feel much excitement at the prospect. He had just heard that Lucas was going down to the playpen, is that where he was going too? If he was really going to be treated like a baby it made sense, where else do you put a baby after all. Joey shook his head. He couldn’t believe he was already trying to give some rationality to a situation that was clearly crazy. “Arms up.” Fran said. “Mom, are you sure…” Joey started, his words lisping around his pacifier. “Joey, if you question everything, we’ll be here forever.” Fran said with a shake of the head, “You’ve been stressed, and we are going to see if this helps. End of story.” Joey swallowed. He raised his arms slowly but as soon as they were over his head his mom lifted what he thought was a shirt and pulled them over the top. His mom was taller than him by a head, so it wasn’t much of a stretch for her to pull the shirt down over Joey’s face until his head popped out of the hole. The shirt was surprisingly tight and baby blue in colour. Joey was about to ask if his mom was sure it would fit him when he looked down to see a flap hanging over the front of his diaper. It had three silver poppers on it. It took him a second to really process what he was looking at. “A… A onesie!?” Joey gasped. He felt his stomach lurch and the pacifier nearly fell out of his mouth. “You’re going to look absolutely adorable in it!” Fran enthused. Joey cringed as his mom knelt down and brought the two flaps together between his legs. The poppers were pushed together and when his mom let go of the stretchy cloth, he felt the diaper underneath get pulled up and closer to his body. It made what had already felt like a large cushion of padding feel somehow bigger and thicker than ever. “A perfect fit!” Fran said as she stepped back and looked Joey up and down. “Mom…” Joey couldn’t hide the whine in his voice. “Let’s go.” Fran said as she reached forwards and took his hand, “You’re going to have a thing or two to learn from your baby brother.” “What?” Joey stumbled forwards. He quickly realised even simply walking in a diaper was different. His thighs were forced apart, and he could feel his butt swaying from side to side behind him. “How to play.” Fran said matter-of-factly. Joey didn’t really understand what his mom meant. “Playing” would surely be the easiest part of the changes he had experienced that morning. He knew how to push a toy car or colour a picture, after all. Taken downstairs and led into the living room, Joey looked down at the floor as he saw Lucas look over. He sucked on his pacifier for comfort as he felt the baby’s eyes look at him. It was only when Fran gave a little tug on his arm that he reluctantly continued forwards and walked through the gate of the playpen. He stood awkwardly in the middle of the fenced in area surrounded by toys on all sides. “Joey… a baby?” Lucas said as he pointed and tilted his head to the side. “Yes, he is!” Fran said excitedly, “So I want you to be extra nice to your little brother, OK? Share your toys and teach him your games.” Joey didn’t think Lucas looked too enthused about sharing his things, but he was certainly interested in having a playmate. The toddler’s eyes never seemed to leave Joey, and he felt like he was being inspected. There was a bit of an impasse. Joey didn’t know what to say or do and Lucas was still pouting at the idea of sharing his play space. It was alleviated when Fran came back into the room with baby bottles, one for both of the “babies.” Lucas stuck his straight into his mouth whilst Joey stared at it in embarrassment. “You need to stay hydrated.” Fran said, “So I want you to drink that bottle before I next come in or I’ll feed it to you myself.” Joey felt his stomach lurch. This was already humiliating enough; he nodded his head. His mom smiled down at him and started heading towards the door. “Mom?” Joey called out hesitantly. “I think “mommy” would be more appropriate now, don’t you?” Fran replied as she stopped and turned around. “I… Erm…” Joey’s train of thought had been derailed by this fresh instruction. There was so much to remember, he wasn’t sure how this was supposed to leave him less stressed, “M-Mommy?” “Yes, baby?” Fran said indulgently, “What’s the matter?” “I was just thinking about work.” Joey said. He was turning the bottle round and round in his fingers, “And school, and college.” “Don’t worry about any of that.” Fran replied, “Mommy will let you know what you need to do. You just focus on playing.” Joey ducked his head but gave an embarrassed little nod. A second later he was left alone with his brother again. He looked at the way Lucas was tilting the bottle up and sucking on the fake nipple as if it was the most natural thing in the world. He found his fingers fumbling with the pacifier lying in between his legs. It seemed like the two things weren’t so different, if he sucked on the bottle like he did the paci… Joey was thirsty but he still found it difficult to raise the bottle to his lips. Every time he got halfway, he would suddenly chicken out and look around as if there were people waiting to jump out and announce they had caught him in such a compromising position. Finally, he turned his back to Joey in the small playpen and looked at the television instead. He raised the bottle to his lips before he could stop himself and tasted a drop of sweet juice right on the tip. He paused for only a brief second before pushing the nipple into his mouth and sucking, just as he did for his pacifier. Cold juice exploded into his mouth and coated his tastebuds. He swallowed and sighed as he felt it go down. Once Joey had started it became difficult to stop. He was thirsty and no amount of liquid seemed to be satisfying him right away. His bottle was noticeably bigger than his baby brothers, another of the strangely oversized things his mother had apparently found online. As he sucked on his drink and felt himself relaxing, it seemed to have a similar effect as the pacifier, Joey looked at the television. There were a family of Australian dogs playing together and, although it was clearly meant for someone Lucas’s age, Joey had to admit the animation and production was very good. He zoned out and watched the screen and as he alternated sucking juice into his mouth and swallowing it down. Before Joey knew it, he had finished the drink. He put the bottle down and burped loudly. Despite the rather frosty reaction from Lucas to having a play partner, Joey heard the toddler laugh. He couldn’t stop a bashful smile from appearing on his own face. Once he had put the bottle down, he replaced it with the pacifier, feeling the familiar comfort in the otherwise strange situation. It felt so surreal to be dressed like this, and sitting in the playpen. He kept expecting to wake up back in his bed, but it wasn’t happening. He was having to come to grips with the fact that it was all real. “Why do you wear diapers?” Lucas asked curiously, breaking Joey out of an almost meditative state he had almost got himself into. “Because mom… mommy said so.” Joey replied after some hesitation. He realised how pathetic that made him sound, “It’s just a temporary thing…” “But why?” Lucas asked. “I’ve been stressed.” Joey said quietly. He was talking around the pacifier and was aware it was making his words sound childish. “Why?” Lucas continued in the way children are wont to do. Joey didn’t have easy answers for the boy. He didn’t know why the pacifier made him feel better, he didn’t know why his mom thought all THIS would help, and he certainly didn’t know why he struggled to cope with stresses that other people had no problem with. He looked down between his legs, where the front and back of his onesie came together and the bulge formed by the thick diaper underneath. He felt ridiculous. “Your a baby.” Lucas decided, “Like me.” “You’re not a baby.” Joey retorted, “You’ll be a big boy soon.” Lucas seemed to think about what Joey said for a few seconds. The man could practically see the cogs turning inside Joey’s head. “So…” Lucas said slowly, “I’m bigger than you?” Joey opened his mouth and then closed it again. He wanted to say no, but the truth was that their mother had started talking about potty training Lucas. If that started happening, it would make the difference between them even bigger. With Lucas going out of diapers just as Joey went into them it somehow made everything feel even more embarrassing, a fact that Joey was surprised was possible. Instead of answering such a question Joey decided it would be better to just distract his youngest brother. “Erm, so why don’t you show me a game?” Joey mumbled around his pacifier, “How do you play with these action figures.” And just like that, Lucas was distracted from his embarrassing line of questions and instead started babbling on about his toys. Joey scooted forwards so he was next to his brother as he started handing out little army men for a mock battle. --- If you enjoyed this update and want to see what happens next without waiting you can find part two posted at the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/ms1lat8c054a4d/chapter/mt5kmury6db3e14 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2652135

It's lunch time as Jacob learns a little about how to help Emma, and then it's back into the living room for a little impromptu homework. --- 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 --- The new sandwich was placed in front of me, and I looked down at it. I knew what would happen if I picked it up. I would try my best to eat and would end up with food dropping everywhere. I looked up at Jacob, he had sat back down and was taking a bite of his own sandwich. He saw me looking and then he looked down at my sandwich too. I could see him doing the math and realising why my face was turning red. “Oh, do you want me to…” Jacob started. “Yes, please.” I mumbled. “OK, that’s fine.” Jacob said. I looked down at the tray as Jacob shifted his chair closer to me. The legs squeaked on the floor before Jacob picked up the sandwich on my tray. I felt so pathetic. Even a sandwich was too much for me to reliably feed myself. “I’ve never done this before.” Jacob said, “Just let me know if I do something wrong, alright?” I nodded a little and as the sandwich came up to my mouth I took a bite of it. As I chewed, Jacob put down the sandwich and ate some of his own. It was embarrassing and matters weren’t helped by Jacob not saying anything, it was like I could feel him judging me. “So, you’ve never fed a girl before?” I asked just to fill the silence. “Yeah, like I said, things are different in our house.” Jacob said, “Mom was potty trained before I was born, and she got her coordination really early. It was actually quite a shock to realise not everyone has had the same experience. Mom and Dad are pretty much equals in our house, Mom even has a part-time job.” I didn’t say anything. All I could think about was how lucky Jacob’s mom was. I practically seethed with jealousy as I was fed another bit of my sandwich, the difference between what Jacob was used to and what I was presenting could hardly have been greater. For the next little while Jacob talked more about the differences between what he was used to and what he had seen down where I was. I had never heard of families living like Jacob’s did, I never knew it was even a possibility. The idea of being equal had always been a dream, I never knew it could’ve been a reality. It made sense that my family, in this very conservative town, truly believed that by trying to better my set position in life I was acting as some sort of subversive menace, that I needed it beaten out of me, almost literally. To hear that there were some, though not many, that lived a more equal life was like finding out that Atlantis was real, it changed everything. I listened to Jacob talking about his home life as he fed both himself and me. I was entranced by the things he said, imagining a world where I was like that. Sure, Jacob’s mom still suffered from societal sexism, and she wasn’t entirely free from the struggles of her gender, but compared to what I was used to it seemed like paradise. When lunch was finished, I had to show Jacob how to unlock the tray on the highchair. I dropped down and knocked into the table as I stumbled forwards, I yelped from the sudden impact. Jacob reached out his hands and held my hips. “Are you alright?” Jacob asked with worry. I was momentarily frozen. I looked down to see Jacob’s hands on either side of me and felt tingles running through my body. The man had changed my stinky diaper and seen my lower half naked, why was this simple touch doing so much to me? “I’m… fine.” I mumbled. Jacob’s hands left me, and I wished they would come back. I wanted to feel them all over me. My cheeks went red, and I did my best to not look at Jacob, I didn’t want him to see just how obviously I was blushing. Normally, after lunch, I was put down for a nap. It meant that after eating in the highchair I had an almost Pavlovian response and started to feel a little tired. However, Jacob didn’t head upstairs to the nursery, instead he led the way to the living room and the couch. He turned the television on but kept the volume low, just as some background noise, and then signalled for me to join him. I chose to sit at the other end of the couch leaving plenty of space between us. “So, why don’t you tell me about those books.” Jacob said as he smiled at me. “I, erm, I’m not sure what to say.” I mumbled in response. I never got to talk about my interests so I wasn’t sure what people would want to hear. “Make it like a book report.” Jacob suggested. “A… book report?” I replied with some confusion. “You’ve never done a book report?” Jacob raised his eyebrows. “I mean… I’ve seen Ollie writing them, but I’ve never read one or done my own…” I mumbled. Jacob puffed out his cheeks and looked both surprised and a little angry. I felt a flash of annoyance and embarrassment. Of course I hadn’t done a book report before. The school had barely taught us the basics of reading and writing, even that felt like it was done under duress on their part, they probably wouldn’t have bothered if it didn’t hinder girls’ abilities to follow recipes or instructions. We certainly didn’t read books in school, unless you counted the overly simplistic books that were more for children than adults, and we definitely weren’t encouraged to think of them in any kind of analytical way. “Alright, that’s OK, I could… teach you, if you want?” Jacob suggested. “I’m, erm, not so good with writing.” I said. “You could give it orally.” Jacob smiled. I don’t know if he noticed how I blushed at his choice of words. “W-What do I have to do?” I asked nervously. “Well, how about this. Do you have a pen and some paper?” Jacob asked. I stood up and went across the room. There was a drawer underneath the cabinet where I thought I might be able to find some, I had to bend over to look. I looked over my shoulder briefly and for just a fraction of a second, I saw Jacob staring at my butt, he quickly looked away. Normally that would be enough to annoy me, I hated any acknowledgement of my bulging underwear, however this time I just felt myself flushing with warmth as I quickly looked at the drawer again. I liked that he was looking. “Here we go.” I said as I placed a pad of lined paper and a pen on the table. Jacob picked them up and then started writing. “Right, well, which of the books is your favourite?” Jacob asked. “Promise to not make fun of me?” I asked nervously. “Why would I make fun of you?” Jacob replied. “I don’t know. Ollie and my Dad tend to do so. So do the girls at school though I do my best not to let them see me read. I usually hide in the back of the library to do it.” I said. “I won’t make fun of you.” Jacob said. “To Kill a Mockingbird.” I said. “OK, I’ve heard of that one.” Jacob nodded his head, “About racism, right?” “Well, yes, but also lots of other things. It’s about growing up, social values, morality, and…” I started talking quickly. It hadn’t taken me long to really feel enthused by what we were doing. “Hold on, hold on.” Jacob’s pen was quickly scribbling across the paper, “I’m not a fast writer.” I smiled as I turned sideways so my legs were up on the couch. I sat cross-legged and facing Jacob, eagerly awaiting the chance to talk about one of my favourite things, something that I never got to talk about with anyone else. I knew I was already attracted to Jacob but now it felt like the pull was becoming overwhelming, he was stimulating my mind and that was the sexiest thing I could imagine. “Alright, so… tell me what happens.” Jacob said. So I did. I started to run through the plot. I was getting so excited I was frequently tripping over my words as I rushed to explain as much as possible. I had never gotten to discuss my interests like this, not even with Nicole, and now it was like my mouth was trying to make up for lost time. Every couple of minutes Jacob had to stop me so he could keep up. He asked me all sorts of questions as well. Who was my favourite character? What did I think of an event? How do I think such theme resonates today? He listened to my answers and asked follow up questions! It was something I had never experienced before. An honest to God discussion. Not just me trying to talk about something I cared about with people ignoring me or telling me to shut up, not some vapid conversation about boys or some other inanity, an actual intelligent conversation about a book I loved. Sure, Jacob didn’t know a great deal about it, but he was paying attention and asked good questions. After a few minutes I had scooted closer to him so that I was sitting in the middle of the couch. I didn’t even notice that I was doing it. I noticed my diaper was wet and I didn’t remember doing that either. It didn’t matter. I didn’t want this conversation to end, I started to become anxious that my family would come home, and I would have to stop talking. I have no idea how long we sat on that couch talking. Jacob had gone through several pages of paper and was occasionally having to shake his wrist which he said was cramping up. I increasingly felt tiredness threatening to overtake me as well. My body was used to post-lunch naps, and I was depriving it. My voice was even growing hoarse from talking so much despite drinking to lubricate my throat. Gradually I started to lean against the back of the chair. Then, as I grew increasingly tired, I started leaning forwards a little more. I felt very bold as I scooted up the couch until my arm was touching Jacob’s. I could feel something like static electricity where we touched. Jacob just kept asking me questions and I was happy to answer, the more interest he took in me the more I felt attracted to him in return. Soon I was leaning forwards with my head against Jacob’s shoulder. It felt so daring and yet… right. It was the strangest feeling. One of safety, comfort and overwhelming attraction. I had promised myself, throughout my whole childhood that I would never be like the other girls, fawning over any boy who gave them attention and yet there I was. Was I just letting my guard down to be hurt by a man? “Keep going.” Jacob said quietly. “At the end… the… Atticus and…” I was so tired, like I was coming down off a sugar rush. The excitement had completely drained me. I leaned increasingly heavily against Jacob’s shoulder as my eyes struggled to stay open. I felt like I just needed a short rest. Jacob smelt so good, the masculinity which always put me off seemed to be having the opposite effect with him. I felt the arm I was leaning against move and I almost fell even closer against Jacob’s side as the arm that had been my pillow went around my shoulders. I felt so small and safe. Instead of hating it, I brought my legs up on to the couch. My eyes were still closed as my head leaned against Jacob’s side. I could feel his heartbeat, his chest rising and falling with his breaths and found myself subconsciously matching him. --- 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/mt1a0vek382d3a17 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2645580

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Joey finishes his cake and is taken upstairs for a glimpse at what his future is going to look like. --- I make all my money from writing. It is the only income I have and every single cent goes to keeping the lights on and food in the fridge. I am IMMENSELY grateful to all of my wonderful subscribers who allow me to do this for a living. If you enjoy my writing you can find benefits such as early access to everything I post and 30+ complete stories that are EXCLUSIVE to my subscriber pages. If you are interested, I would be forever grateful for you checking out my subscriber pages below (the same content is posted on both). https://reamstories.com/elfy/ https://subscribestar.art/elfy --- All too soon the cake was gone, and Lucas’s face had been wiped clean. What came next was still a mystery to Joey, but he assumed he would be finding out before long. His mom stood up and walked around the table; she had picked Lucas up and had sat him on her hip when she tapped Joey on the shoulder. “Come on.” Fran said. “I still don’t understand.” Joey complained as he rose to his feet. Despite being eighteen and, presumably, finished growing he was still shorter than his mom. “You will in a minute.” Fran replied, “Ben, did you want to wait down here?” “Whatever.” Ben said as he roughly pushed past the rest of the family and went to the living room. “Don’t mind him.” Fran said to Joey, “It’ll be an adjustment for us all.” Joey felt like he might scream if he wasn’t given answers soon. Perhaps that is why he passively followed his mom up the stairs and down the landing. She stopped outside the nursery and pushed open the door. “Come on in.” Fran said as she walked inside. Joey slowly made his way down the landing. As he turned the corner and looked through the doorway, he saw his mom leaning over the crib and placing Joey inside. However, as he continued to walk in, he noticed there was quite a big change to the room. The first clue as to just what his mom meant when she talked about treating him like Lucas. There was a second, very different, crib in the nursery. This one was inflated and definitely big enough to fit Joey. Inside it was bedding and sheets in the same style as Lucas’s. Joey’s mouth fell open as he stared at it. “Do you like it?” Fran asked as she turned around to face away from the more traditional crib, “I couldn’t afford a wooden or metal one big enough to hold you but luckily I found this.” “You can’t be serious…” Joey gasped. “Of course, I am.” Fran said with a chuckle, “When I saw how much more relaxed that pacifier made you feel, I knew I had to do something. This will be a great for you. We’re going to take away all those stresses that have led you to be so tense.” “But… but…” Joey couldn’t understand how his mom didn’t see how mad this all was. “I’ve got you some new clothes as well, had to dip into the savings a little for those but when you see how adorable they are I’m sure you’ll agree they were worth it.” Fran continued. She walked over to the closet doors and opened them. Inside were Lucas’s clothes, obvious by their small size, and then a whole other set of clothes that were much larger. “Alright, hands up.” Fran said as she walked back into the centre of the room. “Why?” Joey asked dumbly. “Because I’ve got to dress you more appropriately.” Fran said as if it was obvious, “I said that I’m going to treat you like Lucas and I mean it.” “Mom, please… Can we talk about this?” Joey asked. Things were moving so fast and even as he spoke, he was compliantly raising his arms in the air. “There’s nothing to talk about.” Fran said as she pulled Joey’s shirt over the top of his head, “Look, I know it’s scary, but in a few weeks I’m sure you’ll be thanking us.” “W-Weeks!?” Joey felt his stomach lurch, “How long is this going to last!?” “We’ll see.” Fran shrugged, “It’s open ended but I think once you get into the stride of things you’ll never want to grow up again.” Joey couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His shirt was discarded on to the carpet near the door and his mom started unbuckling his pants next. He knew he should be stopping her, but his eyes were fixed on the crib again. A small voice inside his head asked: “what if she’s right?” The pacifier had very clearly had a positive impact on Joey’s state of mind. For whatever reason, sucking on it helped to calm him down when his stress was threatening to overwhelm him. What if Fran was right and this really was beneficial? Joey shook his head. It was madness. He was eighteen years old, he was about to finish his exams and had college coming on the other side of summer. There was no way he could let himself be treated like Lucas. It was ludicrous. And yet, as his pants came down and left him in just his underwear, he still wasn’t stopping what was happening. Maybe the shock was dulling his reactions, but his mom had seemingly put so much thought and effort into everything. Could it hurt to give it a try? Sleeping in an inflatable crib and sucking on a pacifier didn’t seem so bad and neither did wearing some slightly more childish clothes. If he ju-… “Woah! Stop!” Joey was very suddenly broken out of his reverie as his mom pulled on the waistband of his boxers. She’d got them down just far enough to show the top of his pubes before his own hands stopped them going further. “Oh, come on.” Fran rolled her eyes, “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Besides, babies don’t have modesty.” “But I’m NOT a baby!” Joey exclaimed. “Not yet.” Fran agreed, “But we’ll get there. Now, hands off.” Joey considered his options. He could refuse but he really didn’t want to hurt his mom’s feelings. Beyond that though, what were his options? Keep going as he was, stressing out every day to the point he was crying himself to sleep some nights and a raised blood pressure? Leave home on a salary which wouldn’t pay a fraction of rent? Couch surf with his few friends and family until they couldn’t stand him anymore? He didn’t think he could even impose himself on Tracy and her family, they were struggling enough as it was. “What are you going to do?” Joey asked quietly. “You’ll find out.” Fran replied in a friendly manner, as if she wasn’t currently tugging on the waistband of his underpants, “What’s the harm in trying?” Joey took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Against his better judgement he relaxed his grip on his boxer shorts until they started sliding down his legs. He immediately felt so ashamed, naked in front of his mom for the first time since he had been a young boy. He cupped his hands over his genitals though it was far too late to actually hide anything. “Right, up on the changing table.” Fran said as she pointed to the padded surface right next to them. “What? Why?” Joey asked. “Why do you think?” Fran shook her head and chuckled, “I said downstairs that I was going to treat you like Lucas and I meant it.” Joey looked over to his youngest brother. He seemed totally unbothered by the scene playing out before him. In fact, he was flicking through a baby book that had big thick pages and sucking his thumb. He glanced down at the toddler’s waist and saw the diaper he was wearing. He felt his stomach do another flip. “You can’t mean…” Joey started but Fran was already nodding. “These were delivered a couple of days ago.” Fran said as she patted the diapers on the bottom shelf of the changing table, “I’ve been looking forwards to seeing how cute they look on you.” Joey hadn’t paid them any attention before. Why would he? Diapers on the changing table shelves were completely normal. What he hadn’t noticed were that these ones were significantly larger in every dimension than the ones that were usually there. In fact, compared to the baby diapers on the shelf above they seemed enormous. “Where did you even get them!?” Joey exclaimed as his cheeks turned red. “The internet.” Fran shrugged, “You wouldn’t believe some of the things I saw on there!” Joey was no stranger to the internet. He would very much believe what his mom has seen. But that is all besides the point, does she really expect to just put him in a diaper. He’s an adult, one that hasn’t had any accidents since he was originally potty trained, they’re completely unnecessary… except for the fact that his mom really thinks they will help reduce his stress. He sighs. He’s been down the path of trying to reason a way out of the situation and it didn’t work out. “Can you at least turn around?” Joey muttered in embarrassment. “I’ve already seen it.” Fran laughed, “And if I’m going to be changing your diapers you best believe I’m going to be seeing it a lot more.” The colour drained from Joey’s face. He knew he should’ve expected it, but the idea of putting a diaper on was one thing, the idea of having that diaper changed was something else. He really wasn’t going to be allowed to use the toilet. Without any clear options, Joey awkwardly climbed up on to the table whilst still using one hand to try and cover as much of his private parts as possible. He turned over and laid on his back, looking down the length of a table that he only just fit on to see Fran holding one of the diapers. It was a plain white with a line Joey recognised as a wetness indicator running from front to back. He saw it unfold, and it looked huge in his mom’s hands. He couldn’t believe this was really going to happen. Every muscle in his body wanted him to get up and run away but he forced himself to remain completely still. “Lift up.” Fran said as she tapped the side of Joey’s hips. Joey did as he was told and felt the papery edges of the diaper brush his skin. When he lowered back down there was noticeably more padding underneath his butt. His heart was hammering and he felt vaguely sick. He still had his hands covering his genitals as Fran lifted the front of the disposable up between his legs. “You’re going to have to move your hands.” Fran said with a smile, “They aren’t supposed to be in there.” Joey blushed even redder and looked away. He closed his eyes tightly as he moved his hands away and exposed himself to his mother for the second time in as many minutes. It was hardly any better when he felt the padding of the diaper get pressed against his front and flattened out. He dared a look downwards; the diaper seemed to come all the way up to his belly button! “Nearly done.” Fran said. Joey heard tapes and then felt them getting pressed against his front, two on each side. Then his mom’s hands moved away but the diaper stayed tightly wrapped around his waist. He felt like he couldn’t even move for fear of making the surreal situation somehow more real. “You look as adorable in that today as you did fifteen years ago.” Fran said with a nostalgic smile, “Now, let’s find you something to wear… Unless you want to walk around in nothing but a diaper?” Joey didn’t know if that was supposed to be a serious suggestion. He rapidly shook his head to say no and his mom laughed. Joey slowly stood up as his mom went over to the closet. He heard himself crinkle and winced. It was a familiar sound, just one he associated mostly with Lucas. He didn’t know what to do or what was going to happen next, his brain was still trying to catch up to events. As Fran was looking through the closet, there were footsteps outside the door. Joey stared at the entrance to the room with his heart hammering. There was a tentative knock. --- If you enjoyed this update and want to see what happens next without waiting you can find part two posted at the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/ms1lat8c054a4d/chapter/msv2qe4gf66a113 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2641261

Caught in a very embarrassing situation, Emma assumes her "babysitter" is going to abandon 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 --- I spat out the pacifier and felt choked up with shame. I had already uncontrollably filled my pants in front of Jacob, I really didn’t want to start crying over it. But the tears wouldn’t be stopped, and I sniffed as I wiped my eyes with the backs of my hands. Jacob had been here less than ten minutes, and I had shown him who I truly was. I felt so humiliated. The man I had a crush on, who had just all but told me he had blown off a date to come look after me, and this is how I replied. By showing him how useless and pathetic I truly was. It was like my body was working as hard as possible to make him regret his decision and show him that I really was the useless baby that I really didn’t want to be. “Hey…” I felt a hand on my shoulder. I hadn’t even noticed Jacob getting nearer to me, “Are you alright?” I slowly stood up. The air in the garage was stale at the best of times, now it smelled awful. I turned but couldn’t look Jacob in the eye, instead I kept my face to the floor and shook my head. No, I wasn’t alright, I desperately needed a change and had just humiliated myself. I was angry. I hated myself. “Come on.” Jacob said softly, “Let me help you.” “You shouldn’t.” I angrily spat out, “I don’t deserve it.” “Don’t be silly.” Jacob replied, “Of course you do.” Jacob reached down and took my hand. I felt suddenly nauseous but not like I was going to be sick. It was a very curious feeling. Like butterflies in my tummy, almost like I needed to poop again. If literally anyone else in the world had taken my hand, I would’ve been furious, but as I looked in Jacob’s eyes through my own watery ones I felt very differently indeed. “Come on.” Jacob said with a small smile, “It’s OK. It’s not your fault.” Not my fault? That wasn’t something I heard very often. I slowly stood up, wincing as the diaper moved against my skin. Jacob kept hold of my hand and gently led me back into the main house. I kept expecting him to let go, to start making fun of me or something, but he didn’t. We went upstairs to my nursery. If I hadn’t been in such a desperate need for a change, I would have stopped him going in and see how I lived I pushed open the door and stepped inside. My face went the same shade of pink as the walls as I turned to see Jacob looking around. Despite my messy diaper and everything else that was going on I was somehow more embarrassed about my room. “Nice room.” Jacob said. “I hate it.” I mumbled in reply. “Why? It looks…” Jacob started. “Like it’s meant for a baby.” I finished. Jacob stopped and then chuckled. He nodded his head a little. God, his laugh made me melt. I wished more than anything that we were equal, that we were meeting under a situation where I wasn’t so clearly pathetic. I stood staring at him without even realising I was doing it. “Did you want to…” Jacob indicated the changing table. I nodded and walked over, stumbling over the rug on the way but thankfully keeping my balance. There was no way to do the next part gracefully and I lifted myself with my arms and turned, landing butt first on the table and causing the poopy mess in my diaper to immediately spread over my skin. I winced as I shifted and laid down on the padded surface. “Are you sure you want me to do this?” Jacob asked as he took his place and pulled out a diaper as well as the half-full tub of wipes. “No, I don’t want you to do this.” I replied rather sulkily before continuing in a much quieter voice, “But I can’t do it myself.” Jacob had the tact not to say anything. He must’ve thought I was so pathetic. Not only needing and using diapers but being completely able to change them myself. I heard the poppers on my onesie come apart and Jacob pushed the flaps up and over my belly revealing the diaper underneath. I couldn’t look at him, I was mortified about what he was about to do and turned my head to the wall, lifting one arm to cover my eyes. “Alright, let’s give this a go.” Jacob said as he started pulling on the tapes. I felt the diaper slacken and then, finally, the front was lowered down. I thought I might die of embarrassment. This was not how I wanted the guy I had a crush on to see me, this was not the way I wanted ANY man to see me. I thought back to what mom had said to me, about how being changed by dad for the first time was some kind of wonderful intimate experience. I’d scoffed at her but now I thought I might’ve understood what she meant. “I’m sorry…” I mumbled through my embarrassment as Jacob started wiping me clean. “It’s fine.” Jacob replied. It sounded like he was trying not to breathe through his nose, “It’s not so bad.” “It is.” I said sourly, “I hate that I have to wear diapers.” Jacob didn’t say anything as he finished cleaning me up. In truth, the whole process took several long minutes. As humiliating as it was to have my most private areas on display to him it really paled into insignificance when I thought about what he was doing. I remembered what he had intimated downstairs, that he had blown off a date to come look after me. For a brief minute there I maybe had a chance with the only guy who had ever seemed evenly remotely nice. I’d immediately blown it. There was no way he could see me as anything other than a useless baby now. I noticed that Jacob didn’t seem to be particularly confident changing my diaper. He made a bit of a mess cleaning me up and had to adjust the tapes on the new disposable several times before it fit correctly. Even then it was a little loose. I got the feeling he hadn’t changed many diapers before. After popping my onesie back together Jacob looked across the room at one of the few shelves not completely occupied by baby stuff. I was straightening up my onesie as he reached up to the bookshelf and ran his finger along the spines. “Have you read all these?” Jacob asked. He sounded a little surprised to see them. I had to admit that they did look a little out of place when the rest of the room looked like it belonged to a toddler. “Yeah.” I replied, “Have you?” “Just one of them.” Jacob replied, “I have to admit I don’t do a lot of reading.” There was silence for a few seconds. I didn’t really know how to respond to that. Reading was one of my favourite things in the world. Being able to just forget about the real world for a little bit could be blessed relief sometimes. I watched Jacob and wondered what he was thinking. I didn’t have to wait long to find out. He turned around with a big smile on his face. “Tell me about them.” Jacob said. “Huh? Why?” I replied rather stupidly. “Let’s go downstairs and you can tell me about your favourite books.” Jacob said. “But… you could just read them yourself.” I said. “I don’t want to read them.” Jacob said, “I want to hear you talking about them.” My eyes opened wide, and I felt myself going red. I couldn’t help but smile a little as I walked away. I loved reading but had never had the opportunity to really talk to others about it. I really didn’t know what to say and could feel myself getting flustered. I shifted my feet uncomfortably and was actually getting quite annoyed about being on the spot. “But how about we get some lunch first.” Jacob suggested. I was grateful that the spotlight had been turned off. I nodded my head and was glad to follow Jacob out on to the landing and then downstairs. We went through to the dining room where Jacob was already opening the fridge as I walked in. I stood in the doorway staring at Jacob feeling even more surprised. “Baby food?” Jacob’s head was hidden by the fridge door, “You eat this stuff?” “What are you doing?” I asked with a frown. “I was going to make us some sandwiches.” Jacob said as he pulled out butter and some other things. “Shouldn’t I do that?” I said slowly. “Do you want to?” Jacob stopped and raised his head above the door to look at me, “I don’t want to step on any toes.” “No…” I was almost suspicious. Like I was being tested. Jacob smiled and went back to making the sandwich. I went across to the table and got into my highchair, pulling the tray closed and watching Jacob as he made a couple of sandwiches. At one point he looked back at where I was sitting and faltered for a second before going back to making the food. “You eat in one of those things?” Jacob asked as he brought the plates over. “It’s not like I have much choice.” I muttered, “If I sit anywhere else Dad spanks me.” “I mean… He’s not here at the moment.” Jacob said. I understood he was hinting that I could sit in a regular chair if I wanted. In all the meals I had eaten since I could remember I had looked at those normal chairs with envy. But now, as I was given the option to sit in one for lunch, I found myself shying away from it. I hated to admit it, but I was… scared. I knew my coordination was abysmal. I didn’t know if I could sit in one of the chairs without somehow falling off it. At school the plastic chairs we had were low to the ground and even on those I found myself falling over occasionally, these were higher and would hurt more. Then there was the worry that I would do it right in front of Jacob. It felt like a risk I couldn’t take. “I’ll just stay here.” I muttered quietly. “OK, no problem.” Jacob said with a smile. A sandwich on a small plate was placed in front of me and Jacob sat down on the nearest chair, the one mom usually used. I watched as Jacob bit into his sandwich and then looked down at mine. I wasn’t often allowed to feed myself at home, I hadn’t even been given a bib. A part of me felt exhilarated. Jacob really did see me as an adult or an equal, or at least as much of one as was possible under the circumstances. I picked up the sandwich with a smile. I don’t know if it was anxiety, my coordination, or something else, but as I held my lunch in front of my mouth a bunch of the filling fell out and on to my clothes. I yelped and, in my shock, I ended up quickly dropping the rest of the food. I stared down at the tray where the sandwich had broken apart and then my chest which was now stained from the food that had dropped on it. I put my elbows on the tray and covered my face in embarrassment. I expected Jacob to say something, or to laugh, but he remained silent. After a couple of seconds, I heard his chair scrape on the floor, and I assumed he was going to leave. He was going to write me off as hopeless just like everyone else did and move on to a girl who could actually give him what he wanted. My eyes watered as my emotions ran away from me. I parted my fingers and saw Jacob opening the fridge door. “I’m… I’m sorry…” I muttered in shame. “Don’t worry about it.” Jacob answered sunnily, “I didn’t realise how bad your coordination was. It’s fine, I’ll make you another sandwich.” But I was going to worry about it. Even if my coordination had just been normal for my age and gender, I wouldn’t have found it much of a problem, but that wasn’t what it was like. I honestly felt as though my ability to use my hands for small tasks hadn’t got any better from when I was a toddler. I lagged so far behind my classmates that at several points the teachers had considered holding me back a year or two. It was only my father demanding they keep me on the same track that had stopped them. One of the few things I could be thankful to him for. He didn’t do it out of altruism and generosity towards me though. No, he didn’t want me held back because he knew it would make it harder to find a husband, there was a stigma against girls that deviated from the curve, and he needed me married off and out of the house, so I was no longer his problem. --- 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/msrame16f80b3b16 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2634748

After Joey goes to one of his last days at school and sees his girlfriend and his bully in the halls, he returns home where he waits on tenterhooks for something to change. --- I make all my money from writing. It is the only income I have and every single cent goes to keeping the lights on and food in the fridge. I am IMMENSELY grateful to all of my wonderful subscribers who allow me to do this for a living. If you enjoy my writing you can find benefits such as early access to everything I post and 30+ complete stories that are EXCLUSIVE to my subscriber pages. If you are interested, I would be forever grateful for you checking out my subscriber pages below (the same content is posted on both). https://reamstories.com/elfy/ https://subscribestar.art/elfy --- Joey walked up to the large front doors of the school with his bag slung over his shoulder. It seemed crazy that a place he had walked into so many times, that he knew almost as well as his own home, was soon going to be left in the past. It was his final week; his exams were mostly complete, and he was really only still going was so he could spend time studying with his girlfriend, Tracy. Joey’s locker, the same one that he had been assigned on his first day, was at the end of the corridor. As fate would have it, the locker was right next to Tracy’s and before he had finished getting his books Tracy had come up behind him. He felt her arms wrap around his waist and smiled. “Hey.” Joey sighed as he let himself melt into the hug. Tracy was a few inches taller than Joey and, in his opinion, she was the most beautiful girl in school. She may not have been as conventionally attractive as some of the other girls who dyed their hair blonde and wore several layers of make-up, but Joey had never been attracted to that. Tracy had freckles on her face, either side of her small nose upon which sat her glasses. She had auburn hair that she usually tied into a ponytail, but it always frizzed up just enough to tell anyone who was to look at her closely that she wasn’t obsessed with her looks, she was comfortable as she was. “How are you?” Tracy asked as she let go and walked around Joey to open her own locker. “Fine.” Joey lied. His stress was still out of control and seemingly the only thing he had thus far found that helped was the pacifier, though he dared not mention that to anyone outside the family. He decided to switch subjects, “Crazy to think we’ll be out of here soon, huh?” “Good riddance to it, I say.” Tracy snorted. “What’s the matter?” Joey joked, “You’re not going to miss Mr. Finch’s hours and hours of history lectures?” “Ha ha.” Tracy sarcastically laughed, “You know I was asleep for roughly ninety percent of those.” “Well, you know what Mr. Finch said... “Those who don’t learn history are doomed to repeat it.”” Joey did his best imitation of Mr. Jones, complete with pushing imaginary glasses up his nose. “You know that I didn’t know he said that.” Tracy replied as she leaned over and pecked him on the cheek, “I was asleep.” The pair of them laughed. Tracy said she was going to the library and Joey told her he would be along in a few minutes, he had to visit the bathroom first, and she headed off. Joey watched her go with a sigh. There was a slight tension between them that they both seemed to be trying to ignore. Tracy had already decided on her college of choice; she had decided what she was going to do there as well. She seemed to have none of Joey’s indecision or stress about the future. It was just one more thing for Joey to think about. The college he most liked the look of was in another state on the other side of the country, if he went there then his opportunities to see Tracy would be limited to holidays, at best. She told him their relationship could survive the distance for a few years, but Joey had seen the stats on long distance romances, the numbers weren’t exactly in their favour. Joey was just about to close his locker door when a hand came from seemingly nowhere and slammed it closed. He jumped and wheeled around to see a much nastier surprise than Tracy. Brad was a full head and shoulders taller than Joey and was smirking down at him. “I bet you’re going to miss me.” Brad sneered. Joey felt himself going red in the face. It was humiliating to be bullied as an eighteen-year-old, it was rather a legacy thing from years before. Joey had first encountered Brad in middle school and had quickly become one of his victims. Whilst he ended up leaving the others alone, Joey remained an easy target. He just couldn’t stand up for himself. “What do you want?” Joey asked with as much venom as he dared, “We don’t have homework anymore so I can’t do it for you.” “Ooh, tetchy this morning, are we?” Brad mocked. Joey was surprised the bully knew what “tetchy” meant, “No, I saw Tracy heading off to the library and I assumed you’d be following like a good little puppy dog?” Joey remained silent. Perhaps the worst part of being bullied by Brad was that he was so good at it. It was rare that anyone saw him when he threatened Joey or made fun of him. As far as most of the teachers were aware the two were friends. Every time there was a chance of being caught Brad would turn on the charm and Joey would be too scared to say anything else. “What’s your point?” Joey asked. He wished Brad would get to the point. He just wanted to get whatever was about to happen over with so he could catch up to Tracy. “Well, you have to pay the toll, of course.” Brad said as he moved around to block the corridor towards the library. He reached out a hand and leaned against the lockers, it really revealed how big his arms were and how much he must work out. Joey gulped nervously. “What toll?” Joey asked. He always put up just enough defiance that he felt a little better about himself but never enough to actually stop what was happening. “THE toll.” Brad answered, “Now come on, we both know how this is going to go. Hand it over and we’ll both get on with our days.” “I only have…” Joey opened his wallet, “Ten dollars for lunch and-…” “Perfect.” Brad said as he took the note from Joey’s hand, “That’s exactly how much the toll is.” Joey felt an impotent anger burning inside. He felt so pathetic that this was happening to him at his age. It made it even harder to tell anyone about it. He didn’t want to admit to how much of a wuss he was. Maybe Tracy was right, maybe leaving the school couldn’t come soon enough. “I’ll miss this.” Brad said wistfully, “Me and you. We’ve had some good times…” Joey didn’t reply. He slung his bag over his shoulder and pushed past Brad who laughed as Brad headed towards the bathrooms at the end of the corridor. He needed the bathroom, but now he also needed to wipe the tears from his eyes before he saw Tracy again. --- Joey kept expecting something to change. His mom had been quite cryptic towards him and, in the days leading up to the weekend, continued to act quite unusually. She was up to something but wouldn’t tell Joey what. There were a lot of deliveries coming to the house and Fran made sure she was always the one to sign for them before spiriting the boxes to the basement. Joey even tried to sneak down there late one night after everyone else had gone to bed but found, quite unexpectedly, that the door to the basement had been locked. Ben had started acting strangely as well. Whenever he saw his younger brother, Ben gave him this knowing smirk. Joey asked what was amusing him, but Ben replied by miming zipping his lips and walked away. Joey found his answers on the next Saturday morning. He had woken up as usual, after getting dressed he had walked into the nursery to make sure Lucas was alright but, surprisingly, his younger brother wasn’t in there. It wasn’t completely out of the realm of possibility that his mom had taken care of Lucas, of course, but it was normal routine for him to do it. He wasn’t going to complain about less work though. Joey walked downstairs whilst yawning. He scratched his arm as he rounded the bottom of the stairs. Something was strange, there was a weird atmosphere, and everything was oddly silent. It took Joey a second to realise the television in the living room wasn’t on, which was strange for a weekend morning. He walked down the hallway towards the kitchen where the door was closed, another unusual occurrence. He pushed it open and was nearly had a heart attack. “Happy Unbirthday!” Fran and Ben exclaimed as the door opened. Even Lucas had his arms in the year shouting. “W-What?” Joey stumbled backwards a step in confusion. The kitchen looked like it was set up for a birthday celebration. There were a few balloons floating around, the rest of the family were wearing party hats and, as Joey looked around the room in shock, Ben blew loudly on a something which made a shrill noise that made everyone jump. Despite his participation he didn’t look particularly happy. The real eye-catching thing though, was the banner hung over the window and facing him. It was a “Happy Birthday!” banner but the letters “Un” had been hastily scrawled at the start of birthday. “I… I don’t understand.” Joey said in shock. “Come in and sit down!” Fran said as she waved her oldest son forwards, “We have cake!” Joey was so confused. The rest of his family were on the opposite side of the table as he came in and slowly lowered himself into the free chair. Ben, having seemingly done what mom had asked him to, had dropped his party favour and was sat back with his arms folded across his chest. Lucas, meanwhile, was straining for the cake from his highchair and being told to be patient. “What’s going on?” Joey asked. “I’ve been thinking about what you said.” Fran replied as she started cutting up a chocolate cake that had one candle on top, “About all the stress you’ve been under. Well, I’ve decided I’ve not been fair on you and so we’re going to make some big changes.” “Changes? What changes?” Joey asked. “Well, you’ve had to look after Lucas so much, I don’t think it was a coincidence it was a pacifier you reached for to calm yourself. After all, that’s what babies do.” Fran said. “But I’m not…” Joey started. “Hold on.” Fran continued. She stood up and walked around the table with a slice of cake and a party hat. The plate was placed on the table and as his mom put the hat on his head, he looked down to see that his slice had the words “Baby Boy” written in the frosting. This was only getting more and more confusing. “We’ve decided, as a family…” At Fran’s words, Ben let out a loud noise of complaint. Fran looked at her teenage son and continued, “Yes, ALL of us decided, that it would be beneficial if you were treated just like Lucas.” Fran finished speaking as she sat down in her seat. Joey just blinked at her, his brain not really comprehending what she was saying. The words repeated in his head, but they didn’t make any sense. “Like… Lucas?” Joey said slowly. “She’s going to treat you like a baby!” Ben finally spat out, “Duh!” “That can’t be right… Mom?” Joey looked at his mom. She was smiling back at him warmly, but when she didn’t say anything a cold bucket of reality seemed to wash over Joey, “You’re not actually going to… Mom, I can’t do that when I have school and work and… It’s ridiculous!” “Is it?” Fran asked, “School is ending in, what, a week? I’ve picked up some extra hours working so you don’t need to work anymore either. I think this is just what you need.” Joey wasn’t even sure what was happening. Treated like a baby? What did that even mean? He looked at Lucas and saw the toddler sitting in the highchair seemingly unaware that anything extraordinary was happening at the table. Mom wanted to treat him like that? “I… I can’t…” Joey said. “Eat your cake, baby.” Fran replied, “And then we’ll go upstairs and begin.” A sort of delayed shock seemed to be spreading over Joey. He still had no idea what his mom meant but with so much confusion, his brain was just grateful to hang on to something. He had been told to eat his cake and that was something he could accomplish even if his brain felt somewhat stun locked. He lifted the chocolate slice to his mouth and took a bite. Everyone else at the table did so as well, Ben still looking like he wanted nothing to do with anything that was happening whilst Lucas practically smeared the cake all over his face in his haste to eat it. --- If you enjoyed this update and want to see what happens next without waiting you can find part two posted at the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/ms1lat8c054a4d/chapter/msllj7tof7d0102 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2629612

Not yet, but I want to, for sure. Them and the Pixel Pals are the ones I'm most looking forward to trying.

Emma finds out a babysitter has been hired, which is bad enough, but when she finds out who the babysitter is, it makes it so much worse. --- 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 --- “What do you mean you hired a babysitter!?” I exclaimed as my diaper was changed. “You’re still grounded so you can’t come with us.” Mom replied as she wiped my crotch clean, “And we can’t just leave you home alone.” “Yes! You can!” I whined, “I’m eighteen!” Mom pulled the soaked overnight diaper out from underneath me. It was folded up and taped closed before being dropped into the diaper pail. Everything was so unfair. Outside my nursery I could hear the sounds of people getting ready to go out to the beach. Honestly, I was initially glad not to be going. The last thing I wanted was my family to make a fuss over my swim diaper and one-piece bathing suit. However, when I heard the alternative was that I was going to be babysat at home I found it hard to work out which fate was worse. “Can you tell me who it is at least?” I asked. I felt my blood freeze momentarily, “It’s not Liam, is it?” “No, Liam was busy.” Mom replied. She shot me a disapproving look. Clearly, she didn’t like the tone I was taking when talking about my date for the Prom and, potentially, my future husband. That was one bullet dodged at least. I lifted up my hips as a fresh disposable was slipped underneath me. When I lowered back down it was on to the soft cotton of fresh padding. The front was lifted up and taped closed. I sat up as soon as mom stepped away to get my clothes. “Is it Aunty Marge?” I asked rather hopefully. I liked Marge about as much as I could like any woman stuck in this system. She certainly wasn’t subversive, but she did allow me a little more slack than most other people. Once, she’d even let me watch a horror film my parents had forbidden. “No.” Mom replied as she looked through the outfits, “It’s someone from school.” “Great…” I muttered. At least a student from school would be doing this for the pay, I could probably count on being left alone most of the time. Mom selected a pink onesie for me to wear, one with a frilly almost tutu-like skirt around the waist. It was one of my least liked outfits and it was beating out some stiff competition. Nonetheless, I let mom put it on me. Usually, if I argued about what I was going to wear, it would be decided that I would wear nothing over my diaper at all. Even this onesie was better than being almost completely naked. As the poppers were being pressed together between my legs, I heard the doorbell go. That was going to be whoever had been hired to look after me. I heard Dad answer the door and whoever it was be let in as my pacifier was slipped to the front of the onesie. The amber bulb was popped in my mouth. “Alright, off you go downstairs.” Mom said, “I have to get ready to go out. You know what your father is like if we make him wait.” Mom hurried out of the room. She was worried about being spanked. It made sense, just because she had been potty trained and had all of her coordination it didn’t mean she was in any way dad’s equal. It was well-drilled into all boys and girls that it was the husband’s job, nay duty, to discipline the women in their family. It was commonly thought that if you let them have an inch of slack then they would take a mile. I crinkled out of my nursery and down the hallway. I tried to listen out for any clues as to who was looking after me but all I heard was some deep voices and then my dad’s deep rumbling laughter. I was in no rush to go downstairs but soon I was at the door to the living room, where the voices were coming from. I bit down on my pacifier as I pushed it open. Almost immediately I gasped and ducked to the side of the door pressing myself against the wall as my heart hammered. “Emma?” Dad’s voice called out authoritatively. I heard him lower his voice to speak the babysitter, “What on Earth has gotten into that girl?” I put a hand up to my forehead. I had only glanced into the living room for a few moments, but I knew I wasn’t mistaken in what, or rather who, I saw. “I think she was just surprised to see me.” Jacob said. Surprised was one of the things I felt. Along with anxiety, frustration, and that weird butterfly feeling that always seemed to start when I was near Jacob. I tried to get my breathing under control. It was just a guy, same as any other. Only this one I had undeniable feelings for. I was sucking on my pacifier for some relief like a nicotine addict might puff on a cigarette. “Emma! Get your butt in here.” Dad ordered. I took a deep breath and kept my eyes on the floor as I pushed myself off the wall. Once again, I faced the doorway and this time I stepped through it. When I glanced up, I saw Jacob standing up in front of the couch. He was smiling that perfect smile, and I had to force myself to look away. “Hi, Emma.” Jacob said I didn’t say anything. I was flooded with emotions. Jacob was in my house and couldn’t work out whether I was happy with that or not. Dad chuckled and said something about me being shy. Jacob sat back down, and I walked over to sit at the other end of the couch, I was practically pushing myself against the arm of seat to maintain as much separation as possible. “So, you two know each other then?” Dad asked. “Yeah, we’re friends at school.” Jacob replied easily. “Friends” seemed like a bit of a stretch. We hadn’t even really talked to each other that much. I didn’t object though. I could see that Dad didn’t approve of Jacob’s choice of words. I had to smile, Dad seemed to think every time an unattached boy and girl interacted there was a chance the world could explode. “Friends?” Dad frowned. After a couple of seconds, he shook his head with a little laugh, “Kids these days. Back in my day if a guy was friends with a girl… Well, let’s just say it wasn’t something you wanted.” “I’ve heard all about that from my dad.” Jacob replied easily, “Honestly, and I mean no offence Mr. Crouch, but times have changed, a little bit at least.” “Yeah, well…” Dad shifted in his seat. My dad wasn’t used to being disagreed with, “When you grow up a little, you’ll see there is a reason we have our customs and traditions.” The air had become thick with tension. I couldn’t help feeling a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. My Dad was so unused to being disagreed with that it was clear he wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t like his views and opinions being pushed back on. Any time I did it I would get a spanking, but Jacob was younger and fitter, there was nothing Dad could do even if he wanted to. It wasn’t long until mom was hurrying downstairs. I looked up as she walked into the living room. She may not have been diapered but she certainly still looked like a kid with the way she was dressed. A skirt that went down to her knees, colourful socks that went all the way up from her ankles to bottom of her clothes and a pink blouse with red hearts all over. On the front was a pacifier, similar to mine. Whilst her hair had been parted into two pigtails. It didn’t suit her, then again, I didn’t think that look would suit anyone over the age of four. She looked like one of the dolls on the shelves in my nursery that I hadn’t been allowed to throw out no matter how much I wanted to. “You look wonderful.” Dad said as he rose to his feet. “Thank you.” Mom replied. The praise made her face light up. “Right, well, Jacob…” Dad turned to my babysitter who stood up off the couch, “You’ve got our phone number if you need anything. Don’t be afraid to discipline her if she needs it, she can be a brat sometimes and needs to be reminded to keep in line.” “I’m sure that won’t be necessary.” Jacob replied confidently, “She’s only ever been as good as gold when I’ve been with her.” I started blushing furiously. Normally I was angry when people talked about me like that, so why did I feel a little leap in my chest when Jacob did it? I looked up and saw Dad looking from me to Jacob and back again. I thought he might actually be having second thoughts about leaving me with him. It was obvious Jacob was much more liberal than he was, and he was afraid I might get “ideas.” “Well, take care.” Dad said, “Oh, and don’t worry about Ollie, he’s at a friend’s house.” I watched Dad and Jacob shake hands. It was strangely tense, and they seemed to remain connected a little longer than was normal. Then Dad let go and made his way into the hallway. Mom gave me a peck on the cheek and told me to be good and followed him. The front door opened and closed leaving me alone with Jacob. “I think your dad was trying to break my hand.” Jacob said with a chuckle as he shook it in the air. “He can be like that.” I replied. “Yeah, I don’t think he likes me.” Jacob said. He didn’t seem too bothered by that fact. “Probably because you didn’t start spanking me on sight.” I replied only half-jokingly. I fiddled with my fingers. I wasn’t sure what to do. Part of me wanted to run back up to my room and stay there until my family came home, the other half wanted to be as close to Jacob as possible. It was very confusing, I so rarely wanted to spend any time with people who weren’t my immediate friends, even they grated on me sometimes. “So… what do you want to do?” Jacob asked as he sat down on the couch. I felt a momentary flash of panic and it took me a second to work out why that reaction had occurred. I was being asked to make a choice by a man, I couldn’t remember the last time that had happened. In fact, it was possible it had never happened at all. Not any serious choice at least, one where what I said would matter. I shrugged. “We can just sit down and talk, if you like?” Jacob suggested as he sat back on the couch. I nodded my head. That felt almost like a grown-up thing to be doing, not something any other babysitter had given me the option of before. I sat down at the other end of the couch wishing my diaper wasn’t quite as large as it was. At least I had been changed just before Jacob arrived. “This is a nice place.” Jacob said, “Have you lived here long?” “My whole life.” I replied. I was still trying my best to keep my distance. I couldn’t deny how I felt about Jacob, but it did me no good to think about it. He was taken and so was I. Besides, he may have been the kindest man I’d ever met, but he was still a man. At the end of the day, I couldn’t trust that he wanted anything more than a domestic servant. “Cool.” Jacob said, “My family moved here from the city. Dad wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle a little after he sold his business.” I didn’t reply. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say. I hadn’t had a lot of practice having conversations and found it difficult to do so even when I wanted to. Fortunately, it seemed Jacob either didn’t mind my lack of response or didn’t notice how self-conscious I was. “So, what do you normally do on a lovely day such as this?” Jacob asked casually. “Not a lot.” I replied, “Some homework maybe, then I just try to stay out of the way.” “You get homework?” Jacob seemed genuinely surprised. I scowled but again remained silent. Yes, I got homework, if you could call writing out the alphabet “work”, I mean, I could read, I obviously knew how it went but my motor skills still made it tricky. As I brooded over my thoughts, I felt my diaper warming, it wasn’t a surprise but it was annoying. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to hit a nerve.” Jacob said after a few seconds, “I just genuinely don’t know a lot about what you girls get up to.” “Really?” I cocked an eyebrow, “You don’t have a mother? Sisters? Girlfriends?” “I have a mom.” Jacob conceded, “But… Well, our home life is a little different to most. And no, I’ve never had a girlfriend before.” “You’re with Zoe right now.” I replied. I tried to ignore the fact that I was happy Jacob didn’t seem to see my friend in a romantic light. “I don’t know if I would consider her my girlfriend.” Jacob replied carefully, “At least not yet. I like to take my time, make sure of things.” I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t really sure what to do with the information. Was it even relevant at all, it didn’t seem to change anything. Yet, it still felt like something HAD changed. Perhaps it was the spark of hope that something could happen between us had just reignited. Was that even what I wanted? Life was so much easier when I didn’t care about any boys at all. “Besides, I think Zoe is a little cross at me today.” Jacob said with a naughty little smile. “Oh?” I didn’t want to pry but I was also very curious. “We were supposed to be going out today.” Jacob admitted, “I got a call last night from Liam saying your parents were looking for a babysitter and he recommended me…” “You blew off your date to come here?” I frowned, “But… why?” “I think you know why.” Jacob said with a sudden seriousness. The sentence hit me like a truck, and I swallowed nervously. I knew I was the first person he had asked out to the prom, the only person since Zoe had asked him afterwards. He said he liked to take his time over things, but it certainly didn’t seem that way to me. I looked away as my cheeks went red. Maybe I was reading too much into it, maybe he meant something else. I felt like I was combing over every word he said looking for hidden intent. As awkward as things had become, they were about to become a lot worse. As I looked away, I felt a rumbling in my belly which signified something dreadful. I felt my breath catch in my chest. I couldn’t do this, not in front of Jacob! The pressure started to grow quickly in my bowels. My morning movement was on the way, and I knew that the muscles down there wouldn’t be able to do a thing to stop the inevitable. I should’ve gone earlier; I should’ve tried to force it out when I heard a babysitter was coming. If I had known, it was going to be Jacob I would have done everything I could to avoid messing myself in front of him. I looked around for a place to hide. “I, erm, have to go…” I muttered. “Huh? Go where?” Jacob asked. I was already waddling from the room. I tried to tense my sphincter which was, of course, completely useless. I could feel my poop pressing against it and immediately started to push out of my body. I whimpered as I turned in the hallway and hurried towards the kitchen. I didn’t really know what my plan was, only that I didn’t want to humiliate myself in front of the one boy I didn’t despise. It was silly really, deep down I knew that one way or another Jacob was going to find me in my soon to me messy diaper, there was no way to avoid it happening, yet I couldn’t help but feel like I needed a private place to do it. “Emma?” Jacob called after me, “What’s going on? Where are you going?” I mumbled something but even I didn’t know what it was. Then I turned and opened a door to the far side of the kitchen that led into the garage. I didn’t turn on the light and ended up kicking a metal bucket rather painfully as I found a quiet corner and squatted down. It was just in time. I closed my eyes as I felt myself poop uncontrollably into my underwear. It was a familiar but hated sensation. The log curling around as it hit the back of the padding and smearing against me, it almost felt like I imagined ice cream would… If ice cream had been hot, stinky and all together more gross. I wasn’t thinking straight. I grunted a little as I heard Jacob in the kitchen calling my name again. It wouldn’t take long for him to find me; I’d left the garage door open. I pushed down and felt more lumps emerge into my diaper. I heard a slight crackle from the diaper shifting under my onesie to accommodate what I was doing to it. Despite how embarrassing it was, I slipped my pacifier into my mouth and sucked on the amber bulb. For some reason it always made me feel at least a little bit better in times like this. I started to stand up but before I’d even got halfway, I was crouching again for one last push. I felt the mush pressed against my skin spreading up towards my back. For good measure, my bladder released, and I soaked the front just as much as I had dirtied the back. I let out a deep breath as I slowly opened my eyes in the darkness. “Do you need some help?” Jacob asked. His voice coming from the doorway behind me. --- 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/msh16vkd684e5c15 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2623115