Elfy

Ben expresses some distaste for some of his new duties, and Joey makes a rather forlorn plea to stop the whole thing. --- 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 felt some movement in his crib. His mom must’ve been leaning on the side as he felt the inflatable surface he was lying on slope slightly. His eyes were still tightly closed; he wasn’t ready to wake up yet. A hand pressed against the padding on his butt and he grumbled. “This is so weird.” Joey’s eyes snapped open, and he quickly rolled over to face the voice. It wasn’t his mother at all. Instead, he saw Ben leaning over the side with one arm reaching through the bars and pressing his disposable against him. Joey quickly slid away from the hand until his back hit the bars. It was bad enough being seen like this by his mom and baby brother, for some reason it felt worse that it was Ben. “W-What are you doing in here?” Joey asked. He wanted to sound authoritative but failed. “Mom told me to come up and check on you.” Ben said. It was difficult to read Ben’s emotions. He had clearly not been enthusiastic about everything the previous day, but as Joey looked up at his teenage brother, he found it hard to really read any one emotion in his face. He certainly didn’t seem happy to be roped into taking part but there were few clear and obvious signs of outright disgust. He seemed, perhaps, more confused than anything. “L-Look…” Joey got on to his knees and quickly regretted it. The loud crinkles seemed to shock Ben, and he stared at Joey’s crotch, “I… I didn’t want this…” “You let it happen though.” Ben replied with a shrug. Joey couldn’t really respond to that. Maybe Ben was right. A real man, a proper adult, wouldn’t have let themselves end up padded and kneeling in a crib. He looked away from his teenage brother and instead looked down, he realised that he was still clutching Mortimer against himself and quickly dropped it to his side. “Whatever.” Ben said, “Look, I won’t pretend that I get this. I won’t pretend like I think it’s a good idea or that it isn’t weird or gross. But as long as you don’t let people know what’s happening then I guess I can…” Ben trailed off and Joey wasn’t entirely sure what he was about to say. Perhaps he was about to tell Joey that as long as he didn’t embarrass his younger brother by having this new situation discovered then he wouldn’t make problems about it. Joey felt his cheeks flush red. His teenage brother, five years younger than himself, was embarrassed by him. He could hardly blame Ben. If people at school found out, then Ben would likely experience problems just because he was related to the weird big baby. “Believe me, I don’t want anyone to know either.” Joey muttered. “Yeah, well…” Ben didn’t seem to know what to say, “Mom said I’m the man of the house now. So, she expects me to take up some of your responsibilities. I told her I’m not changing your… you know.” Joey closed his eyes as the shame washed over him. His brother was taking his position and as such, he would be expected to help out with the babies. Plural. Joey didn’t say anything. He was more than happy for Ben to not be more involved with his diapers; everything was already embarrassing enough. “Well, anyway, I’ve done what Mom asked.” Ben turned away from the crib and started for the door. “Wait… Aren’t you going to let me out?” Joey asked. Ben looked from Joey to the door of the crib. Sure, there was a lock on it, but it was obvious that Joey could reach through the bars and open it himself if he needed. Hell, the inflatable bars weren’t even very high, Joey could just step out of it. After a few seconds Ben just shook his head and left the room without a word. Joey wasn’t sure if he was saying he wouldn’t let Joey out or that he was in disbelief that he was even being asked. Either way, he left, and Joey was left alone in the crib again. In the end, Joey had to wait another half an hour before his mother walks in. He was awake, but she still leant over the side of the crib to check him again. He was still dry, of course. He remembered wetting himself before his nap and the shame was so great it made him want to sink into the inflatable crib. “Right, up you get.” Fran said as she opened the gate. It wasn’t easy to walk on the ever-moving inflatable beneath him, so Joey had to crawl a couple of steps until he found the harder surface of the nursery floor. He stood up and the usual crinkles were only slightly lessened by the onesie. Joey didn’t know what the plan was, so he waited whilst his mom closed the gate. She turned and smiled at him before she took his hand and led him out and on to the landing. They headed downstairs and back into the living room where Lucas was still sitting in the playpen. The gate was opened, and Joey felt like he had essentially traded one cell for another as he stepped in. If he hadn’t been so mild-mannered he might have rebelled but that had never been in his nature, he’d always been a timid guy. “I’ll get you both some drinks. Play nice.” Fran said. A couple of minutes later two bottles were placed in the playpen. Lucas didn’t even look up from his toys as he grabbed it and started sucking. Joey was more hesitant but eventually put it between his lips and drank a little bit when his mom made it clear she was waiting for him. “Still a baby.” Lucas lisped slightly as he looked up. “Yep.” Joey replied shortly, “Still a baby…” And Joey had to wonder how long it will remain that way. --- The day was relatively dull. Joey was still hesitant to join in with Lucas’s games but for lack of any other stimulation he eventually gave in. It was around the time that Fran brought in some lunch for the pair of them, a couple of sandwiches, an apple and bag of chips each, that Joey had his second accident in diapers. Rather stupidly, Joey had been trying to hold back from wetting himself. He knew it was inevitable, but he still couldn’t bring himself to do it. It meant that when their mother came in to check both of them, she could take Lucas off to get his wet disposable changed and Joey was left squirming in the pen. Once alone, it seemed a lot easier to let go, and it was something he had to do as the pain in his bladder was getting a little too much to ignore. Joey got on to his knees and closed his eyes. For the second time that day he felt a burst of warmth around his groin. He blushed from embarrassment as he felt the diaper greedily soak up his accident and, once he was done, a generous proportion of the padding felt heavier and hotter than it had before. He felt a little shiver go through him before he finished and he sat back down, feeling the diaper get pressed against his skin. It was a few minutes later that Fran brought Joey back down. The baby was in a new diaper and, to Joey’s shame, dressed in a onesie very similar to his own. He wondered how he was going to tell his mom what he had done, that he needed a change for the second time that day, one more time than his baby brother, he thought to himself. Lucas was placed back in the playpen along with a couple of fresh bottles and then Fran left the room. Joey hadn’t said anything. He was too embarrassed. Though, as a result of his timidity, he had been sentenced to sitting in his own wet diaper for the foreseeable future. He had to admit; it could’ve been a worse feeling. Aside from the considerable embarrassment, the warmth was pleasant against his skin and the thickened padding made sitting on the floor a lot easier. He wasn’t at all uncomfortable. Physically, at least. Mentally and emotionally, it was a little harder to accept what he was doing and where he was. Lucas had gone right back to playing with his toys, so Joey joined in. He knew he was supposed to be feeling like Lucas, that it was meant to be “relaxing”, but it wasn’t working yet. His anxieties had shifted, sure, but they were still there. If anything, he felt like he was just doing some deep immersion babysitting. When Joey did allow himself to think past his immediate future he felt the familiar stab of anxiety. The feeling of a ball of anxiety, heavy and unpleasant, in his stomach. He had school and work to think about, and his mom still hadn’t explained how that was going to be compatible with his new… lifestyle? Was that how he could best describe it? He couldn’t think of any other phrasing that would make sense. Joey imagined Tracy walking in and seeing him like that. How on earth could he ever explain this to her in a way that didn’t result in her walking out on him whilst howling with laughter? He shivered, and this time it had nothing to do with going potty in his pants. The rest of the afternoon followed that same pattern. Joey spent his time playing with Lucas’s toys and getting used to the wet diaper. He tried not to let his mind idle, because whenever it did, he started worrying again. It seemed like the best course of action was to just try not to worry, to distract himself with the silly little games Lucas thought up. That was his mom’s plan with all this after all. The one thing that punctured the otherwise quiet time in the playpen was Fran coming in to find that Joey was wet again. She smiled when taking him for another diaper change. Her comments that she was quickly getting used to doing it didn’t make Joey feel much better about any of it. Somewhere in the mid-afternoon Joey could hear scraping coming from the kitchen. He couldn’t say the exact time, there was no clock in the living room, and he didn’t have access to his phone. Ben and Fran’s voices came down the hallway and then it was the teenager that walked into the living room. He walked over to the playpen and Lucas automatically got into a position to have his diaper checked. He was dry. “Come on, Joey.” Ben said. “It’s, erm, not necessary.” Joey mumbled. It was only as he spoke that he realised he had his pacifier in his mouth. How long had it been there? “Mom asked me to check both of you.” Ben replied impatiently. It was still difficult for Joey to get a read on Ben. He didn’t look overly happy about what he had to do, but at the same time there was definitely something in there that seemed to relish it. Was he enjoying getting to lord it over his older brother? Just happy to be given responsibility? Or maybe it was a sense of superiority that he was now the man of the house with Joey a useless baby. Joey thought that not even Ben was sure, he couldn’t blame him. He had no idea how he would’ve reacted if the shoe was on the other foot and Ben was the one who found himself in the playpen. “Mom changed me an hour or so ago!” Joey said with annoyance. When Ben raised his eyebrows and stared at him, his mouth curling into a bit of a smirk, Joey regretted saying anything and blushed wickedly. Any smile Ben might have had quickly disappeared very quickly. “Come on.” Ben moved his fingers to tell Joey to come closer. Joey got awkwardly to his feet. He walked over to the edge of his playpen and then spread his legs a little in the same way Lucas had done. He looked away and blushed as he felt Ben’s fingers press the padding against him before saying that he was still dry. Joey, of course, already knew that. He quickly retreated to where he had been sitting before Ben came in. For his part, his teenage brother looked like he couldn’t leave the room fast enough. At some point that afternoon Joey’s mother walked in with two baby bottles. One was handed to Lucas whilst a bigger one was placed next to Joey. He saw the amber teat, so like the pacifier he still found solace in, and shuddered. Fran was turning to leave the room when Joey spoke up. “Mom?” Joey said hesitantly. Fran stopped in the doorway, but she didn’t turn around. Joey realised what she was waiting for and, despite his throat feeling thick with shame that he couldn’t swallow, he cleared his throat and tried again. “Mommy…” Joey said quietly. This time Fran turned around and was smiling pleasantly. Joey took a deep breath. He thought he’d played along with this for long enough and was ready to throw in the towel. This was all supposed to be relaxing for him, but, if anything, he was more stressed than ever. “I think… I think we should stop.” Joey said seriously, “It’s not working.” “Baby, you’ve got to give it more time.” Fran replied quickly, “You’re still adjusting.” “I know you think that but…” Joey started. “I don’t think it.” Fran said with a shake of her head, “I know it.” And that was that. Joey didn’t know what else to say and after a couple of seconds Fran said that dinner wouldn’t be too far away and left the room. Joey leaned back until he was staring at the ceiling. He closed his eyes and wondered what he could say to end this crazy experiment. He considered calling his girlfriend and trying to arrange to stay with her, to get out of the house, but that seemed unlikely. If nothing else, Tracy would expect to be told what was going on that caused this sudden break. Joey couldn’t exactly tell her what had been going on. It was already embarrassing enough without more people finding out. --- 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/mtzkh1t2a8dc6b6 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2680274

It's time for the double date and Emma is going with Liam... when really she wants to be with Jacob. --- 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 was tired out and a little sweaty after my walk to the cinema. Liam had offered me a lift but there was no chance I was about to accept that. He would’ve insisted but I lied and said my dad wanted to drop me off. Just about the only authority a man accepts is the authority of a man higher up the food chain. I had designed it so I arrived as late as I dared to. I wanted to get to the movie just before the start and then leave right after it ended, spending the least amount of time possible with Liam. I had, however, forgotten how unpleasant simply walking around outside could be. It was the third time that I received a wolf whistle that I started to feel unsafe, thankfully I was only a block away from the cinema by then. “Emma! We were starting to get worried!” Zoe wrapped her arms around me in a brief hug, “Jacob was worrying that you’d been kidnapped or something!” “No such luck.” I muttered. “You look nice.” Jacob said with the smile that melted my heart every time. I snorted. I had deliberately done my best to NOT look nice. I had dressed in my least revealing long skirt and a pink shirt that clashed horribly with it. I wanted to look as unsexy as possible and felt I’d done a very good job of it. If mom and Dad knew why I was leaving the house they would’ve insisted on a very different outfit. I just counted myself lucky that they didn’t ask too many questions. Ollie had a music recital going on, so their attention was elsewhere. “Liam’s just inside.” Jacob said, “Shall we head in? The movie starts in five minutes.” I nodded. Jacob opened the door and held it so Zoe could head in. I looked down the street and wondered if there were any excuses I could make to just walk away. It didn’t seem likely. “Emma?” Jacob said, “The entrance is this way.” I snorted with laughter even as my face started going red. He wasn’t laughing though, just smiling at me in the way he so often did, the smile that seemed to attract me like a magnet. That made me want to confess what a mistake I had made in turning him down and-… “Emma?” Jacob said again, “You might want to come inside.” I was jolted out of my thoughts and looked around to see a family behind me. I was blocking the doorway. With a mumbled apology I look studiously down at the floor as I quickly stepped inside and out of the way. I was pretty sure I heard the Dad of the family mutter something about “stupid girls” as he went past. The cinema’s lobby and screens were up on the second floor. I followed Jacob and nearly tripped over several steps. it wasn’t just my poor coordination that was giving me trouble either, not with Jacob right in front of me. “Ah, there they are.” Zoe said as we climbed the final few steps and emerged into a large foyer. She was struggling to hold on to several large buckets of popcorn and drinks. Jacob hurried over to help her. The room was bustling with activity. In front of us there was a counter that was packed with all sorts of candy and other snacks whilst behind all that there were several drinks machines. Standing between the confectionary and the sodas were a few teenage employees who looked overworked. I couldn’t help but feel jealousy. The people working at the cinema were mostly either my age or younger and doing something I would never get the opportunity to. “There’s my girl!” Liam called out. It looked like he was returning from the bathroom. Liam kept closing the distance and, too late, I realised he was doing more than just greeting me. I took one step backwards and wobbled dangerously before his arms were wrapped around me in a hug I wanted no part of. I felt a hand go down and cup my diaper against my butt with no thought about the fact that we were in public. “Get… off!” I exclaimed. Liam instead leaned in for a kiss, but I was able to avoid it by leaning away until I was at a very awkward angle. I could only go so far; my top half was practically horizontal and the odious man’s lips were so close to my cheek. I closed my eyes and braced myself. “Hey, Liam?” Jacob’s voice caused everything else to freeze, “We should probably head to the screen. We’re running a little bit late.” I waited with bated breath until Liam suddenly, and rather unceremoniously, let go of me. I stumbled sideways but thankfully a nearby promotional stand kept me upright. I took a few deep breaths and found I was shaking a little. I had always imagined myself being so much stronger if I found myself in a situation like that. I’d always imagined fighting off the man, kicking him between the legs, for instance. Instead, I froze up and did little more than limply lean away. “Alright, we’ll have plenty of time later.” Liam said as he leered at me. The others walked on ahead. I followed, aware now that plenty of other people in the lobby were looking at me. Some were doing it with sympathy, many more, mostly men, were smirking or otherwise eyeing me up. I didn’t feel safe at all. This was one of the reasons that I didn’t want to leave the house alone even if I was given the opportunity to do so. Despite what had just happened, I hurried to catch up with the others. We went down a short corridor that muffled the sound of the foyer until we reached a heavy door with the number three stencilled on to it. After a quick check of our tickets, we went inside. The door closed behind us so the only sound we heard came from the loudspeakers on the walls. The screen was already playing but it looked like it was just the tail end of the trailers. Our seats, predictably, were at the back. The cinema itself was only about half full and there was no one around us in any direction. As we took our seats in the dark it was difficult not to feel very isolated. I was at the end of our little foursome with Liam next to me, Zoe next to him and then Jacob furthest from me. Before I’d even got myself settled, I had Liam’s arm around my shoulder and he wouldn’t be shrugged off easily. “Sit still.” Liam leaned in and said to me, “Let’s not start our date off with a spanking.” I shuddered but knew it was no empty threat. Whilst not too terribly common, a man disciplining his woman in public wasn’t unheard of. Too many times, whilst growing up I’d seen women getting punished wherever they happened to be at the time. Whether at the supermarket, out at the park, or even just on the street. Mom had always used those occasions to remind me it was important that I was a good girl. The film started and at least it provided a distraction. My brain had started to really churn through future possibilities about what I had gotten myself into and none of them were good. If I ended up with Liam, I could see the sort of woman I would be forced to become and I didn’t like it one bit. Thankfully, everyone seemed to just be watching the film. I didn’t pay much attention to it and really had no idea what was going on after fifteen minutes or so. I was just grateful that I didn’t need to talk to Liam or in some way feign interest. I sat, leaning away from Liam, and ate my popcorn. The worst part about Liam, I decided, was that he really didn’t think he was doing anything wrong. Then again, I couldn’t say for sure that he WAS doing something wrong either. He acted in a very macho way, but was that his fault when his whole life had been spent telling him to be that way? He saw me as his, no doubt about it, but that was no different to how ninety-nine percent of guys would think. He was just contrasted with Jacob who was his polar opposite. I wondered if I was just making excuses for Liam, giving myself a case of Stockholm Syndrome to better endure what a long-term relationship with him might be like. It was hard to say. I leaned forwards to take the large soda that I’d been bought and turned my head to look down our row. My heart nearly stopped as I saw that Zoe had her arms around Jacob and was practically sitting on his lap as they kissed. I froze up. I felt a sense of betrayal which wasn’t mine to have. I had turned Jacob down but… that wasn’t right! I felt the familiar impulsiveness which so often made me do things I quickly regretted taking over. Jacob had all but said that he preferred me to Zoe and yet he was kissing her so wantonly, in a way that made my heart ache and my blood boil. Well, two could play at that game. “Kiss me.” I demanded to Liam as I sat up straight. “Huh?” Liam had been paying more attention to the film than the rest of us and apparently was slow on the uptake. Forcing matters into my own hands, I leaned across my seat and turned Liam’s face toward me. Despite what I was doing my eyes were fixed beyond his head at Jacob. Their kiss seemed odd, like he was doing his best not to touch her any more than he had to. I pushed my face forwards before I could have second thoughts. My lips met Liam’s, and we started to kiss. It was only after it started that I realised that this was my first kiss, a moment that was supposed to be special and that I was doing because I was jealous and trying to make someone else feel the same way, whether it was Jacob or Zoe, I had no idea. Maybe it was both. The point was that I was now feeling Liam’s soft, slightly dry, lips against my own. I was feeling his tongue probing forwards with absolutely no skill. It must’ve been his first kiss as well. As so often happened with my impulsiveness, I quickly regretted what I was doing. As the shock of seeing my best friends and my crush kissing subsided, I was left with what I was doing. I suddenly felt disgusted, not by Liam who had little say in what I’d initiated, but in myself. The impulsiveness I always swore I wouldn’t let overpower after each incident remained as strong as ever. I didn’t know how long the kiss went on for. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, even when Liam’s hands started exploring. A couple of times they got too close to places I didn’t want them to go and each time I repositioned his hands and, to my surprise, he didn’t move them again. Maybe he was so happy that he had made a “breakthrough” with me that he didn’t want to push the boat. I opened my eyes and as I did so I felt my heartbeat fall out of rhythm for just a second. Jacob was looking at me. Our eyes met and I froze up. Slowly and seemingly simultaneously both myself and Jacob separated from our partners. I heard Liam complaining but after I blocked his attempt to re-engage the kiss he sat back rather sulkily. By the time I was sat back in my seat I was rather glad that the cinema was so dark. Nobody would see how much I was blushing. I wondered if kissing Liam had made Jacob jealous, as intended, or if he thought I was just having a good time. I couldn’t resist glancing over every now and then and saw that despite Zoe seeming very keen, Jacob didn’t engage her in another kiss. It almost made up for the fact that I could still taste Liam. The film was long and, in my opinion, quite dull. Sure, there were plenty of explosions, and after each one Liam loudly cheered despite cinema etiquette, but the story made little sense. Still, it wasn’t the same old cartoons that I was often forced to watch at home if I tried to watch TV. As we stood up at the end and filed out of the screen and back into the lobby, I felt my diaper sagging quite a bit. I dropped the empty soda container in the trash and wished I hadn’t drunk so much. The problem was how salty the popcorn was. As I looked around the lobby, letting my eyes adjust to the light, I felt a hand reaching between my legs and pressing my diaper against me. I gasped and reacted instinctively. I spun around and slapped the person doing it, having no idea who it was. It turned out to be Liam who quickly withdrew his hand and put it up to his cheek. He looked shocked that I would dare to do such a thing. “You…” Liam muttered. “You shouldn’t do that!” I exclaimed. The concept of being told what he could and couldn’t do seemed completely alien to Liam. I think he would’ve been less shocked if I had suddenly sprouted a second head. Zoe and Jacob, who had lingered behind in the seats came out through the doors behind us. My eyes flicked to the side, and I saw that Zoe had Jacob’s hand and was practically pulling him into the lobby. They stopped next to us. “What’s going on?” Jacob asked when he saw the awkward situation developing. “She slapped me…” Liam said. He sounded like he was genuinely in shock. “He snuck up behind me.” I added. “I was checking you!” Liam held his arms out to the side, “Like any good man would.” “Yeah, well, I don’t need a change.” I muttered defiantly. It was a lie, of course, but I wasn’t about to admit that Liam was right in his assumption. Thankfully, attention was soon diverted as Zoe stepped closer to Jacob. She had a huge smile on her face as she took hold of Jacob’s hand and brought it forwards to press against her own diaper. She was smiling coyly at Jacob who seemed surprised and pulled his hand away quickly. He looked around, seemingly embarrassed and not wanting to be seen touching a girl like that. “What about me?” Zoe asked flirtatiously, “Do I need a change?” “I… I don’t think so.” Jacob said quietly. I saw Zoe’s face fall and she was practically pouting like a toddler. It would’ve been quite comical if I wasn’t still expecting Liam to suddenly leap at me for what I had done. The slap seemed to be so unexpected that his brain was still trying to process it. “I’m soaked!” Zoe exclaimed loud enough that half the lobby probably heard her. I felt embarrassed on her behalf. “It can probably wait until we get home.” Jacob said quickly, “Speaking of… Liam, shall we make a move?” I was grateful that Jacob seemed to be trying to get things moving again. The longer Liam was left to process that I had defied and embarrassed him in public the more likely I would face some strong punishment. “Liam?” Jacob said again when his friend had remained completely still. He reached out and touched his arm. “Huh? Oh, right, sure.” Liam said. --- 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/mtlemp0ne9555c19 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2669837

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 --- It was after a little while, with Joey trying to distract himself with his little brother’s games, that he felt the drinks that he had go through him. His bladder was telling him it was time to go to the toilet, and he very nearly stood up before remembering the very different circumstances he was now in. His eyes went wide, and he immediately clenched his muscles harder. “No!” Lucas exclaimed in frustration, “He goes over there!” The toddler picked up on of the larger army men and moved it across the miniature battlefield away from where Joey had first put it. He mumbled an apology but was so completely distracted by his bladder that he barely took in what was happening. He knew it would be inevitable; this is what happened with diapers after all, but it had somehow felt unreal, like it would never actually happen to HIM. He was stuck in a state of shock, his brain had shut down and he had no idea how to react to such an obscenely strange situation. Joey found his arms shaking a little and his heart was beating fast. Surely his mom didn’t expect… this, right? The diapers must’ve just been for show, to help him relax, but he shouldn’t use them. Despite appearances, he wasn’t actually a baby. He should go and use the toilet. He was sure he would be able to pull his private parts out of the leg bands to avoid any accidents. He imagined wetting himself and his mom walking in to find the diaper used when she never intended for him to go that far. What would she think then? “Where you going?” Lucas asked as Joey stood up. Joey put a finger to his lips and then pointed over to the baby monitor on the far wall. The one that had always been set up for Lucas, that usually didn’t pick up most conversations but would definitely hear if someone was crying. Joey put his finger to his lips to tell his younger brother to be quiet and then he stepped over the side of the playpen. Finding himself having to sneak around his own house, Joey tip-toed carefully up the stairs. His bladder was insistently telling him it was time to use the toilet; he avoided the squeaky floorboard as he reached the landing and looked down the hall. At the far end was his mom’s office, she would almost certainly be in there working even though the door was open. The bathroom door was, however, right at the top of the landing and Joey smiled as he turned towards it. “Joey? What are you doing up here?” Fran’s voice made Joey jump, and he let out a little yelp of surprise. He turned to the side to see Fran sitting on the edge of her bed, she hadn’t been in her office at all. “I was just…” Joey started before falling silent. He looked around nervously, “Aren’t you supposed to be working?” “It’s Saturday, baby.” Fran said with a twitch of a smile. Joey closed his eyes tightly. Of course. He couldn’t believe he had forgotten that important fact in amongst all the excitement of the morning. “It’s OK, I was going to-…” Joey started. “Come in.” Fran repeated. Joey nervously played with his fingers but slowly stepped forwards into the bedroom. He crinkled loudly with every step, still not something he was used to. He stood in front of his mom with his head bowed, blushing and doing his best to avoid looking her in the eye. Her hand reached forwards and slipped underneath Joey’s onesie, pressing the padding up against his body. “Still dry.” Fran said. Joey thought there was a little disappointment in the way she said it. “That’s, erm, why I was up here actually.” Joey mumbled around his pacifier. “Oh?” Fran raised an eyebrow. “Well, it’s just… I know you want me to try wearing these things...” Joey pointed to his waist. Saying the word out loud was proving difficult. Even just referring to it was making him blush, “But I didn’t think you’d want me to… you know…” “Use it?” Fran said for him. Joey winced but nodded his head. Fran seemed to smile a little, she shook her head and put a hand on Joey’s hip, rubbing up and down a little. “Baby, of course I want you to use it.” Fran said, “These diapers aren’t just for show.” Joey, in his heart of hearts, had already known that to be the case. How could it not be? These diapers couldn’t have been cheap; would his mom have bought them if she didn’t expect him to use them? Of course not. That left the terrifying idea of what happened next though. His need for the bathroom had only grown but now he was being explicitly told he couldn’t use it. He swallowed nervously. “Normally getting out of the playpen like this would be worthy of punishment.” Fran said, “But I suspect this is a valuable learning opportunity.” Joey wished the ground would just open up and swallow him. He was really going to be expected to wet the diapers, as if he was no older than Lucas. He swallowed down a lump of shame in his throat. Fran’s hand came out and cupped the diaper between Joey’s legs, feeling it’s weight through the fabric of the onesie. “Just let go, baby.” Fran said softly. “Huh!?” Joey blanched. His mom wanted him to do it right there!? The thought terrified him, “I… I can’t…” “You can.” Fran countered and smiled up at him, “You came up here because you needed the potty, right?” “Toilet…” Joey mumbled. He didn’t like all the infantile words his mom was increasingly using for everything. “You’ll feel better if you let it all out.” Fran continued, ignoring Joey’s little correction, “Then Mommy can take you for a diaper change.” It all felt so wrong. Joey was eighteen years old, none of this should be happening. He had never been the most overtly macho man in the world, but what did exist of his masculinity rebelled at the thought of doing something so humiliating. His muscles tensed up harder than ever, almost painfully so. “I can’t…” Joey choked out. “I assure you it’s the easiest thing in the world.” Fran said with a small chuckle, “If Lucas can do it, then so can you.” That was different. Lucas wasn’t potty trained, wetting himself was expected. Joey hadn’t had an accident for as long as he could remember. He shifted his feet nervously and looked towards the door. A part of him was saying he should be rebelling, pulling himself away from his mom’s grip and going out to the bathroom, telling his mom to screw whatever weird ideas she had about de-stressing him. Joey anxiously looked back and forth from his mom to the bathroom. His bladder ached and demanded to be allowed to release but was being denied, it was not happy. “Mom…” Joey mumbled desperately. “It’s OK.” Fran said softly, “You don’t have to worry about a thing. Just let go and I’ll change you.” It felt so wrong. Joey had been potty trained for as long as he remembered, his mom had told him he had been very quick to train, in fact, he was the first in his group of friends to manage it by quite some distance. Now he was reverting all the way back. It was guaranteed that he was going to wet himself, the first time he was going to do such a thing since he had got out of diapers. His hands found the pacifier that had slipped out of his mouth and shoved it back, he sucked on the amber bulb, desperate for a little relief. Joey didn’t want to give up. But his body made up his mind for him. He shuddered as he felt his bladder let go. Opening his legs just a little, Joey felt one of the strangest sensations in his life. As he started to pee, he expected to feel cold streaks running down his legs, splashing on to the floor and getting his feet wet. Instead, he experienced the complete opposite. Everything seemed to stop as Joey wet himself for the first time in over fifteen years. It was as if all his senses had turned off to focus on the embarrassing feeling of warmth that was quickly growing and expanding in his underwear. He could feel the urine rushing out of him like a waterfall, pooling in the bottom of his diaper and soaking quickly into the padding. Far from being cold, it felt exceptionally warm. In the silence, with his ears seeming to tune themselves to only pick up one sound, he felt like he could hear the faint his as he wet himself. He closed his eyes tightly, letting out a little whine as the warmth surrounded his genitals. Joey’s mouth hung open and the pacifier came tumbling out. He looked down at the padding and almost thought he could see it growing bigger, it certainly felt like it was, the sides of the disposable seeming to push into his thighs even more than they had already done so. It was a feeling Joey had expected to hate. The idea of wetting himself had seemed so abhorrent, so against what he had been told to do for so long, that he reasoned it must be something that would feel absolutely terrible. And yet, there he was, doing it, and not feeling bad at all. Aside from the embarrassment, which was considerable, he would’ve described the feeling of wetting himself as almost… pleasant. As all Joey’s senses fixated on what was happening in his pants, he kind of forgot that he was standing in front of his mom. The world around him seemed to become dark and he didn’t see, hear or even smell anything other than his diaper. He had never been so hyper-fixated on one thing in his entire life. By the time Joey had stopped he could feel the much heavier diaper sagging a little. It no longer felt so light as to almost not be there, it was no longer felt like a super fluffy cushion wrapped around him. The diaper had become much weightier and, although he was doing his best not to move, he could tell it was squishier. A small part of him thought it was no surprise it could be hard to potty train kids; the wet diaper seemed to be surprisingly comfortable. Joey had become so focused on himself and his “accident” that he had forgotten where he was. Still looking down at his crotch, he jumped as he suddenly saw a hand come into view. It reached between his legs and patted the padding, lifting it up and feeling the weight, pushing the disposable against his body, before letting it fall again, emphasising the considerably increased heaviness. Joey looked up bashfully to see that his mom was now standing in front of him. She had a big smile on her face and Joey felt heat flush his face red. The humiliation and shame of what he had just done suddenly overwhelmed him. He startled to mumble something that sounded like an apology, but he was instantly shushed. “It’s OK.” Fran said softly, “Mommy’s got you. You did so well.” The hand on Joey’s diaper withdrew and he was, instead, wrapped in a hug. He felt confused. Getting praised for wetting himself seemed odd and yet it had also felt difficult to do until his body made the decision for him. He wondered what his friends from school would think if they could see him, he wondered what Tracy would say, and shuddered as he then thought about the big bully, Brad. Finally, his thoughts turned to his middle brother, Ben. He was glad his brother wasn’t home to see this. His eyes filled with tears from all the complex emotions that filled his brain. “Come on, let’s get you changed.” Fran said as she let go of Joey and instead took his hand. Joey waddled behind his mom. He very quickly realised why Lucas seemed to have such a different gait when he was in need of a diaper change. The padding had already been pressing on his thighs, now it was digging in, and he widened his stance to compensate. He waddled just like Joey or any child with a diaper due for a change did. His mom looked back at him and her smile widened; Joey’s humiliation jumped several more notches. Led into the nursery, Joey was taken to the changing table. He did his best to clamber up, but his mom helped with a hand squarely on his wet butt. He laid down and quickly pushed the pacifier back into his mouth. It was hard to believe he was finding himself on the changing table yet again. He supposed it was something he should always have seen coming, something that was entirely inevitable from the moment his mom decided on this course of action, but it was still not something he could see himself becoming used to any time soon. The snaps on Joey’s onesie were undone, and the stretchy material sprang up over his belly exposing the diaper underneath. He looked away. Unlike the first time he was diapered, he didn’t do much to try and protect his modesty, it seemed pointless bearing in mind everything that happened that morning. Joey’s diaper was opened up, and he shivered as the cool air blew against his warm crotch. He kept his eyes averted as his mom took a handful of wipes and cleaned him up. The whole change was completed with Fran talking quietly, softly affirming Joey and reassuring him. “I remember when I used to change you.” Fran said with a wistful smile, “The first-time round, I mean. You were always such a good baby, never gave me trouble.” Joey didn’t respond to any of the comments made. He wasn’t sure what he would say even if his throat wasn’t blocked by a ball of humiliation. His friends at school had sometimes jokingly teased him that he was a “mommy’s boy”, he never got into a lot of the teenage antics that the others did. The truth was that sometimes he wanted to relax and go to parties with them, but he had always had duties at home, and they only increased as he got older. “I think it’ll be time for a nap after this.” Fran said as she started taping on the new disposable. “A nap?” Joey finally spoke. He hadn’t had a nap since he had been Lucas’s age. Though, perhaps that was the point. “Yes, I don’t want you to get too tired.” Fran replied, “You’ll get cranky.” “Is Lucas having a nap?” Joey asked. “Not today.” Fran said. Joey swallowed down his embarrassment. Maybe he was now a smaller baby than his brother. It made sense in a weird sort of way, after all Lucas was probably going to be potty trained sooner rather than later whilst Joey was only just getting back in diapers. It was still hard to get used to that idea. He didn’t think it would ever feel normal for him to be like a baby again. How long did his mom plan on having this go? Not THAT long, surely? The poppers on Joey’s onesie were pressed together, and he felt the fresh diaper press against him. He had to admit that it was nice to be dry again. He was helped off the table and led over to the inflatable crib. It was surprisingly big and still had a quite rigid structure. There was a metal frame holding it in position and one of the white poles, sticking vertically, had a gate attached. The small lock was undone and Fran held it open for Joey to step inside. “Have a good rest.” Fran said. Joey felt that his step was unsure on the inflatable floor of the crib and sat himself down so as not to fall over. Before he could think about what to say, his mom was leaving the room. As the door closed, he was finally left alone. For a solid minute he simply stared at the exit to the room and wondered if someone was going to come bursting in with a television camera on their shoulder, shouting that the whole thing had been some elaborate prank. Joey reached for the pacifier that was clipped to his onesie and put it into his mouth. It was soon clear that no one was coming in, that this was indeed very real. Slowly, and hearing the crinkling with every movement, Joey lowered himself down until his head hit the pillow. He wasn’t alone in the crib. Aside from his pillow and sheets, his mom had populated the edges of the inflatable bed with stuffies, some from his own childhood, and some that must’ve belonged to Lucas. It was very strange to be lying in the crib and staring up at the ceiling. Joey could see the edges of the bars all around him, feel the teddy bears that brushed his skin, and, just like before, any and every little movement caused him to crinkle distractingly. At first, Joey was sure that he wouldn’t be able to sleep in such unusual surroundings and in the middle of the day as well, but the stress of the morning must’ve taken it out of him. In no time at all he found his eyes struggling to remain open. He sleepily grabbed one of the stuffies, a monkey called Mortimer that he remembered having when he had been a baby the first time around and cuddled it against his chest as he drifted off. “What is going on?” Joey tiredly asked Mortimer, “This all so… weird.” --- 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/mth5npqdb0730c5 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2668376

The babysitting has left her a lot to think about, though when the idea of a double-date is proposed she finds herself with new things to worry about. --- 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 --- “Huh? Whe-…” I said sleepily. “Shush, it’s OK.” Jacob’s voice was soft but close. I felt like I could feel it vibrating through me. My eyes remained closed, but I could feel movement. The last thing I remembered was sitting on the couch, far too close to Jacob for my own good, and we were talking. Then… I must’ve fallen asleep. I must’ve fallen asleep ON Jacob! Oh god, just when I thought I couldn’t embarrass myself any further. I had dropped into unconsciousness in the middle of a conversation like an overtired toddler. I felt strong arms. One was under my butt and the other wrapped around my back. I could smell Jacob’s very strong musk all around me. We were definitely moving but… My eyes flew open, and I had to stifle a gasp. I was in Jacob’s arms! He was carrying me! “Jacob, I…” I had no idea what I was going to say. Was I going to protest being carried by someone I was so obviously crushing on? Was I going to apologise for falling asleep on him in the first place? My mouth closed as I blushed hard. I felt the chest pressing against my face move up and down with a deep laugh. “Just relax.” Jacob said easily, “You’re tired. It’s my fault, I probably overstimulated you when you were already overdue for a nap.” Whilst Jacob wasn’t wrong, I still felt my heart sink. I didn’t want him to think of me as a baby and yet what other impression could he possibly get? I snuggled closer to his chest. If this was going to be the last time he showed any interest in me, as I assumed it would be, then I might as well do my best to fill every sense with him. He was so strong, and I felt so protected as he held me close. I wondered if he knew what he was doing to me, that he was breaking down walls I had built to protect myself and leaving me so very exposed. I was carried back up to my nursery. I had thought Jacob would just put me back down in the crib, but he took me over to the changing table instead. Of course, I had been wet before I had fallen asleep on him. I didn’t really know what to do. He had changed me before but now I wondered if I should pretend to fall back asleep or something. In the end, as my diaper was changed I just sort of laid on the table like a mannequin, not moving or saying anything. “Have a good rest.” Jacob said to me as he helped me up into my crib. I desperately wanted to resist the sleep that was already overtaking me again. I had enjoyed my time with Jacob so much, I didn’t want it to end right there in the nursery. “I ju-…” I started. I didn’t get very far before I had Jacob leaning over me. He pressed his lips to my forehead, and I thought I was going to melt. The warm, soft kiss felt more delicate and loving than anything I had ever experienced before. It stunned me and as Jacob slowly pulled away to stand up straight, I found myself wanting more. “This has been fun.” Jacob said as he pulled the bars up. They rattled into place and sealed me away from him. “Are you leaving?” I asked. “I think your folks will be home by the time you wake up.” Jacob said. “Oh.” I replied. The disappointment must’ve been obvious on my face as Jacob gave me a sympathetic smile. “I’ll see you at school.” Jacob said. With that, it was over. I leaned my face against the bars and watched Jacob go until I physically couldn’t see him anymore. I heard him walking downstairs and felt an overwhelming desire to get him back to me, one way or the other. I thought about wailing but I didn’t need to make myself look like any more of a useless baby in front of him. Besides, even if he came back, I had no idea what I would actually say. I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh. In the end my decision was made for me. I laid my head on the pillow and, like one of Pavlov’s dogs who just heard a bell, had an immediate reaction. Sleep pressed in on me from all sides and with no real plan to keep Jacob around I let it sweep over me until I was snoring. The sound being carried through the baby monitor on the nearby shelf and heard by the other one in the living room. --- When I woke up later that day it took me a second to remember why I felt an almost instinctive embarrassment. Then it came back to me, pouring on top of me like one of my leaky diapers. Jacob, the babysitting, the falling asleep, the being carried in his big, strong arms. I buried my head in my pillow. It was hard to believe it hadn’t all been one particularly embarrassing dream. If there had been any doubt remaining, it had been blown away by the events of that morning. No matter how much I might’ve wanted to remain an aloof and independent young woman who didn’t need anyone else, it seemed destiny had other plans for me. I wanted Jacob. Remembering that he had asked me to go to the prom and I had flat out turned him down now felt like a crushing mistake, like I’d thrown away my one chance at a future I desperately wanted. Instead, I had Liam. I shuddered as I imagined what a future with him would be like. I would be just like mom. I wondered if mom had ever had any individuality or dreams independent of her family or if she had always been happy with her lot. The rest of the day was a bit of a blur and before I knew it, I was waking up the next morning for school. I was in a bit of a daze when mom came in to change my wet overnight diaper and dress me. My mind was elsewhere and before I knew it, I was walking into school next to Zoe. She had been talking for most of the journey on the bus, but I couldn’t remember a word of what she had said. I could only think about Jacob. Whenever I did manage to turn some of my attention to my best friend, I could only feel a deep sense of jealousy. She had taken the opportunity that I had spurned, pounced on the one good man in the whole school, maybe the whole town. The morning was a bit of a blur. One of my classmates was given a spanking in front of the rest of us. I didn’t know what her supposed crime was, but I had been in her position enough times to know how she felt. Otherwise, it felt like I was in a dream, somehow disconnected from what was going on and lost in my own thoughts of self-pity. Not even my usual trip to the school nurse managed to break through my malaise. The one thing that DID get through, that made me seem to wake up from my trance, was Jacob sitting down opposite me at the lunch table. I had been staring across the room to where Nicole was sitting and laughing with her male friends when Jacob walked straight over to my usual table, Zoe was next to him and seemed to be keeping up a constant stream of one-sided conversation. He smiled at me, and I looked away, a red blush spreading across my face. He was sat next to Zoe who was keeping up a steady stream of chat. I wondered if Jacob tuned her out like I sometimes did. Maybe it was an acquired skill. “Hey, babe.” Liam’s gruff voice announced his arrival. He dropped into the seat next to me and I felt his arm try to wrap around my shoulder and I shrugged it off. The opposite side of the table showed what I could’ve had if I hadn’t been so stubborn, my side of the table showed my reality. Liam had very traditional views and that meant, in his mind, I was already his. Agreeing to go to the prom with him was basically a commitment for a long-term relationship. I knew as much when I had rashly agreed to go with him just to hit back at Zoe. At least THAT seemed to be working. I couldn’t help but notice that Zoe had finally stopped talking and was looking across at me and Liam with obvious annoyance. “Hello.” I said as politely as I could. I really didn’t want to encourage Liam. “Oh, she does talk to me.” Liam said loudly with a bark of a laugh at the end, “You haven’t been answering my texts.” “I must’ve missed them…” I lied. I hadn’t. From the time I last saw Liam to that lunchtime I had received no less than twenty-three texts from him, each one demanding my attention. “Naughty, naughty.” Liam said with a chuckle, “Good girls don’t lie. And they certainly don’t ignore their boyfriends.” I shuddered. “I would never ignore a message from you, Jacob.” Zoe suddenly said, “Not that you send me many… That’s OK though! I like the strong and silent type.” I looked across the table as Zoe held on to Jacob’s arm as if he was a lifeboat. Jacob didn’t look too terribly comfortable, but I didn’t think any of us at that table were. I tried to ignore the complex drama happening around me as I bit into my sandwich, half of the filling fell out and as I tried to stop it falling to the floor, I managed to bang my elbow on the table and drop the rest of my food. Liam immediately started laughing as I turned red. “See? She REALLY needs a man to look after her.” Liam said sagely, “Poor little thing, so clumsy and delicate.” I really wanted to respond. My embarrassment at my lack of coordination along with my anger towards Liam’s mocking tone was slamming my buttons. I clenched my hands into fists and my jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth might shatter. “Hey, I’ve been thinking.” Liam said. He seemed to be completely unaware of my discomfort. It was more likely that he simply didn’t care, “Why don’t we go on a date before prom?” “No.” I said flatly. That was an idea I could dismiss out of hand. “Ooh, I like that idea!” Zoe excitedly said from across the table. She turned to Jacob, “How about WE go on a date?” “That sounds…” I saw Jacob’s eyes flash towards me for just a split second, “Sure, why not.” I felt my heart sink. I knew I had no right to make demands on Jacob. I was the idiot who had turned him down when I’d had a chance. It seemed unfair though. I hadn’t known he was the one decent man alive when I said no! I felt panicky. My diaper warmed beneath me as my agitation caused my bladder to void helplessly. Zoe was already discussing ideas for things they could do, and I felt that intense jealousy starting to rise to the surface. What if they kissed? What if they did… more? “W-Why not make it a double date?” I quickly said a little more loudly than I had planned. “A double date?” Jacob raised his eyebrows. A smile started to creep across his face. “S-Sure.” I said. “I thought you just said you didn’t want to-…” Liam started with a confused frown. “I changed my mind!” I interrupted. “That’ll be fun!” Zoe said excitedly. She clapped her hands. “Then let’s do it.” Jacob said. I looked up to see Zoe lean forwards as if she was going to give Jacob a peck on the cheek, but he shifted away and leaned down to look into his bag. Zoe was left pouting, and I wondered if it had been a deliberate move on Jacob’s part. If it was then he was certainly a good actor as he acted like nothing had happened. “We should see a film.” Liam said. He leered at me, “One not many other people will be at. We can get the back row and in the dark who knows what might happen.” Liam winked and I felt my skin crawl. It seemed that the decision wasn’t going to be mine to make as the others eagerly made plans. Well, to be precise, Zoe and Liam made the plans. I noticed Jacob staring at Liam with an intensity I hadn’t seen before. It was an expression that softened as soon as he turned to me again. Eventually it was decided that we would all go to the cinema that Friday night. It meant that most of the rest of the week I had to endure Zoe endlessly and excitedly talking about it. I couldn’t even hide how annoying it was and asked her to stop multiple times, she didn’t listen. No, Zoe, I don’t know what I’m going to wear. No, Zoe, I don’t know what we’ll see. No, Zoe, I haven’t been on a date before. No, Zoe, Liam hasn’t talked to me about you. In fact, I’ve been avoiding him so-… “Wait a minute, why do you care if Liam has talked about you?” I asked with a frown on Friday afternoon, just hours before the date was due to begin. “I don’t know…” Zoe shrugged, “Just curious.” I knew Zoe had a crush on Liam. At least she used to have a crush on him. She hadn’t talked about him much since getting together with Jacob. It was understandable, Jacob was better in every way. It had been a tough week. My jealousy of Zoe was only growing. I found myself hoping the rest of my family were going to announce they were going somewhere and that they were hiring a babysitter again. I didn’t care if the situation was embarrassing, I just wanted one on one time with Jacob where we could talk again. I would’ve asked if he wanted to come over as a friend, but it seemed Zoe was occupying nearly all of his time. Liam would be doing the same with me if I let him. In fact, I was somewhat surprised that Liam continued to respect my lack of replies and didn’t barge into my house regardless. “Do you think the guys will try to kiss us?” Zoe asked. I saw her cheeks reddening and she bit her lip like a young girl saying something she wasn’t supposed to. “I hope not…” I muttered in response. I pictured Liam kissing me and it was nearly enough to throw up my lunch. --- 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/mtbaum3zdb01c418 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2656801

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