Elfy

Joey continues to sink into his baby life and learns exactly what using his diaper feels 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 --- Joey picked up the bottle and looked at it uncertainly. The teat reminded him a lot of his pacifier but whilst the soother had become almost normalised, the bottle felt even more infantile. Lucas was happily drinking from his own, holding it with both hands and tilting it up as he eagerly sucked on the milk within. Still lying down, using a teddy bear for a pillow, Joey raised the bottle and tipped it upside down. A single drop of juice dripped out and on to Joey’s chest before he took the plunge. He lowered the bottle towards his mouth and slipped it between his lips. He wasn’t sure he would know what to do with it, but just like the pacifier, it seemed to come naturally. As soon as the latex touched his tongue, he sucked, and a spurt of juice filled his mouth. Joey swallowed and sucked again, repeating the motion and tasting the wonderfully sweet drink. It wasn’t long until Joey was feeling a familiar relaxation passing through him. Sucking on the bottle was giving him all the feelings of using his pacifier and yet it was, somehow, even better. Feeling the juice going down his throat as he sucked just felt… right. When Joey looked over to Lucas, he could see his little brother was smiling at him. It wasn’t in a superior way, it wasn’t making fun of him, he just genuinely seemed to enjoy having a playmate. Joey pulled the bottle out of his mouth and smiled somewhat guiltily in return. He hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that even if he was enjoying it, he simply shouldn’t. A burp forced its way up and out of Joey before he even knew it was coming that made Lucas giggle. To cover up his blushes he started drinking again. Halfway through the bottle, Joey felt his bladder send a signal to his brain that he would need to go to the bathroom soon. For just a second, he felt a pang of panic. Then he simply let go. Lying on his back, head propped up on a teddy bear and drinking from a bottle, Joey felt a moment of hesitation before warmth seemed to burst into his diaper. He shivered slightly at the feeling and remained frozen in place. He kept expecting to feel the urine pooling on the floor around him or running down his legs, but the diaper kept it all contained. He felt the warmth trickling over his balls and down between his legs where the padding greedily drank it up. It was only when Joey had stopped wetting himself that the reality of the situation hit him. He pulled the bottle from his lips and looked at it with a frown of disgust, a long line of drool dripping from it. He dropped it next to him and quickly sat up. He heard the crinkles, but they were somewhat muted now. What he really felt, more than anything, was the heated padding beneath him squish and conform to his body. Joey shivered slightly. He didn’t like how easily he’d been able to let go just then. His face was a deep red and he found himself unable to look at Joey, as if the baby could guess what he had done just by looking at him. Instead, Joey turned away and looked at the cartoons on the television screen, pretending they were the most interesting thing he had ever seen. It was surprising how quickly Joey had grown used to wetting himself. Surprising and more than a little scary. Joey didn’t know what to do in this situation. He had wet himself. Was he supposed to call for help? Could he climb out of the playpen to find his mom? No, he knew what was expected. A baby wouldn’t do that. If a baby really needed attention they were start crying, otherwise they would just continue playing. Fortunately for Joey, he was saved from having to think about it for too long. Fran stuck her head around the living room door not too long after and announced that dinner was ready. Joey felt as if his mom could tell what he had done just by looking at him, as if he had his shameful deed written across his forehead. He was unable to keep looking her in the eye for long. “Come on, babies.” Fran said as she unlatched the gate and opened it. “I’m not a baby.” Lucas said with a pout as he stood up, “I’m a big boy!” “Of course you are.” Fran said with a big patronising smile. Joey didn’t make any such claims as he stood up. His legs ached just a little from sitting in the pen for so long. He didn’t make any claims to being a big boy. Not when he could feel the wet diaper hanging a little from his hips, the fluffiness of the diaper somewhat reduced and replaced with a constant warmth. It wasn’t uncomfortable by any means, not like Joey would’ve assumed it would be. Instead, it felt like a sponge that had filled with warm water and was now pressing against some sensitive parts of his body. Fran didn’t check either of them as they left the pen. Joey didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. At least it delayed the inevitable humiliation of being found wet for the third time that day. Did he normally pee this much? He couldn’t remember. Joey waddled along, trying his best to walk normally, but finding it even harder than before to keep his legs together with the padding pushing into his thighs. At the kitchen table he found that Ben was already sitting there. He looked up briefly as Joey came in, then looked to the side and shook his head a little. When Joey followed his teenage brother’s gaze he saw Lucas’s highchair, as per usual, but next to it was another, larger one. Joey stopped suddenly. It was lucky he was the last one into the room or someone would’ve definitely walked into him. “W-Where did you get that!?” Joey asked. He felt his anxiety rising again. It never felt like it took much to make him nervous at the best of times. “Sandra across the road, you know she has Connor, her boy with…” Fran started. Joey didn’t hear the rest. It was as if his vision was so overwhelmed with what he was seeing that it overrode all his other senses. He knew what his mom was going to say anyway. The family across the road had a son with special needs and, apparently, they no longer needed this chair. It wasn’t exactly like a highchair, but it was close enough to make no difference to Joey. “So, let’s try it out.” Fran said with more excitement than Joey thought the situation deserved. “Are you sure…?” Joey asked slowly. “Of course.” Fran replied as she placed a hand on Joey’s lower back and guided him towards the chair, “It’s not like I got it for Ben!” “Hell no.” Ben muttered as he folded his arms across his chest. Joey gulped and stepped forwards. The seat was raised just a little, but it was enough that when he was sat down on the padded seat, his feet swung in the air. His head was level with Lucas who was being sat in the regular highchair. A tray came down in front of Joey, locking him in place as he squirmed to get comfortable on the unusually high seat. As Fran went over to the counters to get dinner, a thought occurred to Joey. “Wait, what did you tell Sandra?” Joey asked with wide fearful eyes, “Who did you say the chair was for?” “Don’t worry, baby, I was vague.” Fran said. She rolled her eyes as if she couldn’t see the big deal, “I just said I knew somebody who could make use of it.” Joey felt a little relieved. He felt particularly exposed in the highchair next to Lucas though. His mom had sat down in the chair on the other side of him whilst Ben sat next to Lucas’s highchair. A plate of food was placed in front of him; it was basically the same as what his mom was having except that the meat had been pre-cut. There was no cutlery and Joey knew that could only mean one thing. One of his duties over recent times had been to help feed Lucas, now he was the one in the highchair. What little appetite he had vanished. “Ben, can you help Lucas with his dinner?” Fran asked politely. It looked, for a second, like Ben was going to complain. He was already chewing on his first mouthful of food as he opened his mouth to say something. Then he looked at the two people in the highchair, particularly Joey, and he closed his mouth to swallow. A smile appeared across his face. “Sure thing, mom.” Ben said cheerfully as he scooted his chair closer to the baby of the family. Well, one of the two babies of the family, Joey realised with a sinking feeling. After all, he was pretty sure Lucas’s diaper was still dry, he was the one who was sitting in his own urine. The reminder made him shudder. “I can feed myself…” Joey whined. He lowered his voice as he finished, “Mommy.” Joey clearly didn’t speak quietly enough as Ben snorted with laughter. He was leaning over the tray and scooping some of Lucas’s food up with a spoon. Joey tried to ignore the way his cheeks were blushing. He tried to act with as much dignity as his position allowed him. It wasn’t much. “You don’t need to worry about things like that.” Fran replied cheerfully, “Just let us take care of you.” Joey wanted to complain more but his mom was already using a spoon to scoop up a bunch of his meal. It did look very nice, but Joey didn’t want to eat it. He wasn’t even sure if he could swallow with the shame coursing through him. “Open up for the choo-choo train!” Fran said cheerfully as she raised the spoon of steaming food. Joey felt almost as embarrassed as when he had wet himself in front of her. He slowly forced his mouth to open as his mom made train noises and brought the spoon closer to his mouth. On the other side of him, Joey could hear Ben doing the same thing and Lucas responding with giggles. The spoon went into Joey’s mouth, and he swallowed what he was given. It did taste very nice which helped lessen the blow of what was happening a little bit. Joey’s preference would’ve been to eat his meal as fast as possible so he could get out of the highchair and end the embarrassment. However, he had to wait for his mom to feed him, which meant she controlled the pace, and she was clearly in no hurry as she talked to Ben about his day. Joey remembered when it used to be him who she talked to like that. “Oh, Ben, could you get the babies their drinks?” Fran asked as she pointed to the fridge behind her, “I forgot.” “No problem.” Ben replied. His eyes darted to Joey before he pushed his chair back and stood up. Joey was unsurprised that the drink was in a large baby bottle. It was placed on the tray in front of him and the cap was lifted off. He saw the latex tip and was reminded of his soother again. He needed soothing, so he picked it up and pushed it between his lips with minimal hesitation. He tried not to focus on his peripheral vision where he could see his mom smiling cheerfully and his teenage brother equally happy but for different reasons. The juice was nice though; he tried to focus on that taste instead. Dinner felt interminable. Between every mouthful of his own food, he had to wait for his mom to eat, and she seemed to have no end of gossip to share with Ben who was only too happy to keep the conversation going and prolong their time at the table. Halfway through the meal, he had drained his bottle, and all the extra liquid was putting pressure on his bladder again. Joey froze up as he relaxed his muscles in the same way he had already done several times that day already. Had it been twice? Three times? It didn’t seem like a good thing that he couldn’t remember just how many times he had wet himself. He knew what wetting himself felt like, but when he felt a stream of warmth trickling into his padding, he wasn’t able to repress a little shudder. He hoped no one could tell what was happening as he opened and closed his mouth like an automaton, eating his dinner whilst focusing on the warmth spreading around his crotch and tickling his skin. Eventually his wetting came to a stop, and he released a breath he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding. He moved slightly in his seat, trying to assess if the diaper had managed to hold everything. He was a little surprised that it had. It was more absorbent than he would’ve given it credit for. Fortunately, no one tried to talk to Joey for most of dinner, in the same way that no one talked to Lucas. The only time he was really engaged with was when his mom repeated the “choo-choo train” motions as she lifted a spoon towards his mouth. By the time dinner was done, Joey was more than ready to get away from the embarrassing scene and find a place to hide. As soon as the tray in front of him was unlocked and lifted up, he slipped off the seat and against the edge of the table. Before he could take a single step, he felt a hand reaching between his legs causing him to jump. He was sure he would never get used to people doing that whenever they wanted. “Good grief, you’re soaked!” Fran said with a cluck of her tongue, “We need to get you changed pronto.” Joey wasn’t going to argue with that. As Fran took his hand and led him away from the highchairs, he found walking to be much more difficult. The diapers truly could swell up to be much thicker than he could’ve possibly imagined. He looked over his shoulder where he saw Lucas being checked by Ben, when his teenage brother looked up, he smiled widely and pulled up his phone. A photo was taken before Joey could reach the stairs. He shivered as he thought about all the places it might end up. Joey was taken to the nursery and told to get up on the changing table. Something that was easier said than done, the thick diaper making everything more awkward. It took his mother’s hand on his squishy rear end to get him up on to the padded surface for yet another diaper change. “I didn’t think you’d go through these so quickly.” Fran said as she pulled the poppers of the onesie apart, “Maybe I need to look for some thicker ones.” “There are… thicker ones?” Joey asked hesitantly. “Oh, yes.” Fran chuckled, “A lot of them list their absorbency and you wouldn’t believe the numbers I was seeing. If they made them in Lucas’s size, I’d never have to change him!” Joey must’ve made a noise, perhaps a pathetic little whimper, because his mom was soon leaning over with a pacifier. He popped it into his mouth and sucked. It was strange how such a small item had kickstarted the whole mess he was in. His warm diaper was removed, and he was wiped clean. He sucked on the pacifier for more relief as he was left so completely exposed to his own mother. A fresh disposable was placed underneath him and then the onesie was done back up. Yet again, his brief foray with being unpadded had been all too brief. Joey was led to his crib, and he surprised himself by not complaining as he went inside. He was more than ready for some time alone and, he had to admit, despite his nap earlier in the day, he was still feeling pretty tired. He laid down and pulled a blanket over him just as the door opened and Ben brought Lucas inside. Lucas came running in, stopping at the edge of the inflatable bars and pushing his grinning face against them, drool leaked out on to the plastic. He pointed inside and Joey felt like pulling his covers up and over his head to hide himself. “Baby!” Lucas said. He then laughed wildly as he ran around to the changing table. “Come on.” Fran said as she lifted the youngest brother on to the table for his own fresh diaper, “Make sure you stay in your crib, by the way. I don’t want a little explorer wandering the landing and hurting himself.” Joey, his cheeks red, laid down and pulled the cover up and over him. He didn’t need his mom to tell him to stay inside his crib. He faced away from the changing table so his mother and baby brother couldn’t see how much he was blushing. As always, when he closed his eyes and tried to focus on things other than his immediate present, his mind automatically went to what his friends would think about all this. He sucked on the pacifier for comfort as he imagined Tracy standing over him and laughing. There was no way Joey could let his girlfriend know what was happening. It would be the end of their relationship, for sure. How could she ever take him seriously after this? She would already be mad at him for being out of communication for the weekend. He hadn’t even seen his phone since everything had started. What was he going to say to her? That he was grounded? It would be embarrassing for an eighteen-year-old to say that, but it was certainly better than the truth. Lucas’s change was over in fairly short order. He was taken to his crib and Joey rolled over as his mom and baby brother passed so he was still looking away from him. He sucked on his soother as Lucas was placed inside the crib. Fran then drew up a chair and started reading a story for the baby. Joey listened as he closed his eyes. At first, he wished his mom would just leave so he could get to sleep, but it wasn’t long until her voice became soothing for him. He found himself sinking into unconsciousness with his mother’s voice in his ears and his pacifier in his mouth. --- The next thing Joey knew, he was opening his eyes as the first very early rays of sunlight were coming through the window. Joey was on his back and, to his surprise, still had his pacifier in. His first instinct was to go back to sleep, that it was much too early to be waking up. He closed his eyes but after just a few seconds they opened wide. There was a very good reason that he had woken up so early and it wasn’t all down to his early bedtime. There was a gurgling in his stomach that, try as he might, he couldn’t ignore. It was a feeling of uncomfortable fullness that made him want to curl into a ball. He needed to poop. Joey noticed there was already the smell of a dirty diaper wafting through the room. For a second, he thought it was coming from himself, and he felt a chill running over him as he considered that he might have lost control in his sleep. A second of patting his backside revealed that he seemed to be clean and dry. He let out a deep breath. The smell was coming from Lucas. The relief was short-lived as Joey knew that unless something happened quickly, he was going to end up in the same situation. He could only imagine the smell of two poopy diapers in the room at the same time. He swallowed anxiously. This feeling of fullness in his lower gut wasn’t going anywhere. It was as if he could feel the muscles of his digestive system individually pushing his waste closer to the exit where it was hitting a jam. Joey’s foot tapped quickly against the inflatable surface beneath him. He bit the inside of his cheek and tried not to focus on the increasingly unpleasant feelings. He wanted to distract himself but there was nothing to concentrate on except for a couple of teddy bears in the crib with him. Mortimer, the stuffie from his childhood, had somehow ended up in his arms whilst he slept and he pushed it away. He could climb out but… then what? He wasn’t allowed to use the toilet. Would he be punished by his mom? Would she spank him? Questions chased each other around Joey’s head and none of them had easy answers. The whole time he remained in his inflatable baby bed, doing nothing but worrying, he came closer to disaster. He clenched harder and harder, but it seemed to only make the need to poop all the stronger. He felt increasingly panicked. He hadn’t done this in his memory; to do it then would be the most humiliating moment in his life. The diaper crinkled as his leg kept twitching. It was almost inviting him to let go. He had never known feelings like it. Not just the physical sensation of needing to poop, but the panic that was flooding his system as well. “Oh god…” Joey muttered to himself as his tummy cramped up again. Joey was laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling through shimmering eyes. It would’ve been so easy to just let go, push down and end the pain in his intestines. The twisting and cramping feelings were making it almost impossible for him to remain still and a tear leaked out of the corner of his eye. Before Joey was mentally prepared to give up, his body made the choice for him. A cramp, longer and stronger, than the ones that came before it, wracked Joey’s digestive system. When it reached its apex, and he was debating if he could make it through, his muscles took over and started to relax slightly. The cramping remained the same but the pressure on his exit grew inexorably until finally… Joey froze. His eyes and mouth were wide open as he lost control directly into his diaper. With all the pressure that had been built up it felt like one second the padding was perfectly clean and the next it was incredibly dirty. A sticky feeling seemed to explode across the back of the padding as Joey’s muscles pushed down, eager to get everything out of his body. Joey grunted softly. He bent his legs in the air a little as he felt the diaper change shape to accommodate his mess. His face was going a bright red and he couldn’t help thinking, even in that moment, how this was surely not what his mom wanted him to be doing. When she saw him like this wouldn’t she be disgusted? Wouldn’t she see her adult son as being truly pathetic? He couldn’t handle a few chores and now look what he had been reduced to. She’d never told him he had to poop himself, did she? Maybe she expected him to use his common sense and go to the toilet to do… that. Another push. Another large lump pushing out the diaper and spreading its muck. Joey could feel it all over the back half of the padding, all the way up to the back of his intimate parts. He prayed it wouldn’t go any further, the situation was already disgusting enough. Joey pushed down again. This time it was his choice. It wasn’t like he was going to get any messier and it was better to get it all out as soon as possible than prolong this humiliation. He shivered as the last of the waste of his bowels emptied into his underwear. He heard a muffled sound of breaking wind and shuddered. To complete the humiliation, Joey’s bladder gave way a second after he finished pooping. He slowly relaxed as he felt the warmth of his bladder releasing, washing down over him. He lowered his legs against the inflatable beneath him and closed his eyes. He couldn’t stop the tears running out the sides of his eyes. “What the hell is happening…” Joey muttered to himself as he rubbed his eyes with his hands. Joey tried not to move at all. He could feel what he had done touching his skin and he felt a deep need to get it away from him. The smell in the room had definitely got worse, he was sure that wasn’t just his imagination. The already pungent air from Lucas’s usage of his diaper had been added to. Joey was still wondering what he should do when, like so many other things recently, the decision was made for him. He didn’t want to move, remaining flat on his back and looking up, he just tried not to freak out about what he had done. It threatened to overwhelm him; a pure panic that made him want to do something even if he wasn’t sure what that was. The bedroom door slowly opened, and Joey immediately hid his face in shame. He heard the footsteps come into the room and sniff the air in an exaggerated manner. He was completely frozen, surely only moments away from having his disgusting state discovered by his mom. “My, my… It certainly seems we’re overdue for a change.” Fran said as she lowered the side of Lucas’s crib. --- 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/mu9l2le72d92377 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2696970

The double-date comes to a merciful end, but there is a venomous sting in the tail. --- 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 let of a giant breath of relief as the four of us made our way to the stairs. I was grateful to Jacob but also felt a deep fear that remained. I was sure that, had we not been in public and had I not apparently stunned Liam, I would be punished pretty severely for what happened. I probably wouldn’t have been able to sit down for a month. I knew that if mom acted that way with Dad she would’ve been in all sorts of trouble. I vaguely remembered a memory from my childhood, before mom was quite so well-trained. She had made some kind of mistake, I no longer remembered what, and I remembered cowering in my room as she howled with pain from the spanking she received. She was limping for days afterwards. The sun was setting as we emerged into the fresh air. It felt like the “date” had been a bit of a disaster on every level and I was just glad it was over. I quickly muttered some goodbyes and turned to start walking down the road back towards home. Liam’s hand shot out and he grabbed me rather roughly by the arm. “It’ll be dark soon.” Liam said, “I’ll drive you home.” “That’s really not-…” I started. “Don’t worry about it. It’s the least I can do as your boyfriend.” Liam said “boyfriend” as if he was reminding me. I considered my options and against every instinct I simply nodded my head. After what had happened in the cinema I didn’t want to push any more buttons. I followed the others to Liam’s small car. I climbed into the back with Zoe whilst Jacob took the passenger seat in front next to Liam. I nervously pulled the seatbelt across me and clipped it into place, at least Liam didn’t have any kind of child seat for us. Whilst the men fiddled with the radio I looked out of the window and back at the cinema we had just left. I felt someone squeezing my hand and turned back to see Zoe, she was smiling at me. “This was fun.” Zoe said. I gave her a weak smile and turned away again. It might’ve been fun for her, but it felt like anything but for me. Liam pulled out into traffic and towards home. It occurred to me that Liam may not know where I lived, however Jacob was able to give directions. As far as I knew, he hadn’t told anyone else about his babysitting job, but no one called him up on apparently knowing my address. I sat back in the chair and let out a deep sigh. My bladder released, a dribble of urine running out of me beyond my control. I thought about Jacob’s mother as I felt the warm liquid running down between my legs and collecting at the bottom of the disposable. I had heard about women being treated with some modicum of respect, but it was the first time I really knew someone who actually believed in it themselves. Whilst feeling the tickling sensation of warm liquid spreading out towards the leg bands of my underwear, I daydreamed about what it would be like to be potty trained, to not be relegated to housewife. Then my thoughts turned darker. I let my head roll to the side and saw Zoe. If anyone epitomised what a woman was “supposed” to be, it was her. I couldn’t help feeling that Jacob would be wasted on her, she didn’t want to be an equal. I turned my head slightly to look at Liam who was currently honking his horn at something and swearing under his breath. I really didn’t want to end up with him, but my choices were limited. If he decided he wanted me as a wife I would be lucky to avoid it. I knew I would end up no better of then mom. The thought was enough to make me tear up. Whilst contemplating my future, I felt the liquid in my diaper spread even more. I closed my eyes as it soaked into the padding behind my butt and up towards my front. I felt it spreading outward on to my thighs, and then I started to feel cold streaks underneath my legs. My eyes flew open. I knew that feeling. All girls knew that feeling. It was a leak. I gasped and covered my mouth before anyone heard me. This was a disaster. Liam was already angry with me, if he found out I had leaked in his car… Home was getting closer by the second and I had no way out of the situation. I carefully looked down and could see my leakage soaking into the seat and spreading out from me. My hands started to shake. “Here we are.” Jacob said. For Liam’s benefit he pointed out my house. The car pulled up to the curb and slowed to a stop. I didn’t move. The two men in the front seats turned to look at me, Zoe turned to look at me, I could feel my face starting to burn. Sweat started soaking into my clothes just as my pee had soaked into the car seat. It would be impossible to hide. I remained in place, too scared to move, almost too scared to even breathe. “See you at school, Emma.” Jacob said with a smile that only made me feel more shame. I remained seated. “I’m starting to think she wants to come back to my place.” Liam said with a big smile, “Is that it? Not ready for the date to end?” I had been ready for the date to end the second it had started. I couldn’t stay where I was any longer, it seemed like Liam was seconds away from pulling away from my house and taking me back to his. My hand fumbled for the handle on the door, blindly striking the panel a few times. “Here, let me help.” Liam said as he reached up above his head and flicked on the car’s interior light. I found the handle and pulled on it. The door opened and fresh air flooded in. I let out a little whine and closed my eyes, the game was up, as soon as I moved it would all be over and the other three would see what I had done. I slid along the seat and felt the saturated padding underneath me squeeze and rub against my genitals. I heard Zoe gasp even before I stood up. Hoping that somehow Liam had developed a complete blindness I closed the door behind me. I took one step towards the path when I heard him swearing in the car. The driver’s door opened and then it slammed shut. “What the hell have you done!?” Liam exclaimed angrily. He shot me a dirty look as I froze. He opened the door I had just exited from and saw the puddle I’d left behind up close. I didn’t know what to say or do. I was torn between apologising and explaining that it hadn’t been on purpose, and running away to the house. Along with Liam’s continued expletives, I heard Jacob say something in a calmer voice but wasn’t sure exactly what. Zoe, on the other hand, just kept repeating “Oh my God!” over and over again as if it was blood on the seat beside her instead of urine. “Liam, I…” I started. I turned around fully to face my date for that evening and saw a look in his eyes that stunned me to silence. He seemed furious. I had expected him to be upset and a little angry, but I actually felt a little scared of him in that moment. I took half a step back when his hand reached out and grabbed my wrist. “Why did you do that!?” Liam demanded. He was shouting and I was looking around to see if attention was being drawn to us. “It was an accident!” I pleaded desperately. I hated how scared I sounded. I wanted to be the big, strong woman who didn’t need a man and yet I was being cowed with ease. “I asked you if you needed a change at the cinema!” Liam shouted, “You did this on purpose!” “No! I didn’t!” My eyes were tearing up. I tried to pull my arm away from Liam, but his grip increased in strength. I was just about to tell him that he was hurting me when he pulled me forwards. I yelped as I stumbled towards the car again. A hand on my upper back forced me to bend over and, for a second, I thought he was bundling me back into the car to drive away. My legs remained outside the vehicle though. I was pushed down and screamed as my face landed in the puddle I had left behind. The smell of urine assaulted my nostrils, and I could feel the wetness on my face. I tried to push myself away from the damp patch but a hand on my back kept me in place. I could hear noise assaulting me from all directions, but my mind was so overwhelmed I could pick any words out. I had been holding my breath as my face grew wetter, until a sudden tug on the back of my skirt left it down around my ankles, exposing the dripping diaper underneath. “Woah, woah, woah…” In all the noise I heard Jacob’s voice. The front passenger door opened and closed. I heard the two men behind me until the pressure on my back suddenly removed itself. I still didn’t dare move. Tears were streaming down my face, and I realised I was crying but had no memory of when it had started. As the hand on my back was gone, I slowly slid backwards out of the patch of urine, when no one shoved me back into place I let myself drop on to the pavement by the car, landing on my sponge of a diaper and causing more urine to get squeezed out of it. Above me I saw Liam, as angry as ever, but Jacob had put himself between me and my date. “It was an accident, man. She said so herself.” Jacob was saying. “I don’t care, dude.” Liam had his hands behind his head as he looked skywards, “She’s ruined the upholstery. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get piss out?” “I know, I know.” Jacob said. His voice was pacifying, like he was trying to calm Liam down. “And she should’ve let me change her.” Liam said as he pointed at me. I flinched. “If she needed a change before she got in the car isn’t that your job to do?” Jacob asked, “Like, you’ve said it yourself, you know what girls are like.” “God damn it!” Liam exclaimed, “She needs a spanking. She needs to learn that it’s not OK to do that.” “Look, we’re causing a scene, come over here and let’s talk quietly, yeah?” Jacob said as he put a hand on Liam’s shoulder and turned him away from the car. Jacob and Liam took several steps away and stood by the fence. I couldn’t hear their discussion anymore, but I could see that Jacob was right. As I looked around, I saw porch lights on and curtains twitching, neighbours looking out of their windows at the sudden commotion. I had never felt more embarrassed. “Are you alright?” Zoe’s voice made me jump. I nodded my head. Tears were still falling but I was holding in the sobs, I knew that if I opened my mouth, I wouldn’t be able to stop crying until I ran out of tears. She crouched down behind me and put her arms around my shoulders in a hug. Things had been a little strained between us recently, but right then I knew she cared for me. I leaned back against her and rubbed my eyes. My breath hitching every time I breathed in. After a minute or so, before I’d been able to gather my composure together, the two men came back. Jacob walked over to me whilst Liam, avoiding even looking at me, walked around and got in the car. After a second, he unwound the window. “Zoe, if you still want a lift home, you better get in.” Liam called. “I’ll see you at school, OK?” Zoe said as she gave my shoulders an extra little squeeze. I nodded my head, and she went back to the car. “W-What about you?” I asked haltingly of Jacob who had crouched down next to me. “I’m going to walk home.” Jacob replied. His voice was as soft as velvet, “I want to make sure you get home alright.” “I live right here.” I said with a frown as I pointed at the gate to the front yard just a couple of feet away. “I know.” Jacob said, “But since you’re still sitting in the middle of the street with your skirt around your ankles, I figure you might not be in the best of mindsets.” “Oh… Crap.” I muttered as I looked down. The shock and speed of events had made me ignore how exposed I was. The car with Liam and Zoe in pulled away from the curb and drove into the night. What had just happened had seemed to make everything more real. Perhaps a part of my brain had compartmentalised what was happening to stop me feeling the full shock of it, but Liam’s anger had startled me. I still saw him as another boy at school, one of dozens who didn’t really hold that much power over me comparatively speaking. But he was going to be more than that. The wheels were turning though, and it seemed increasingly likely that he could end up my husband. What I had seen from him that evening was frightening, it reminded me of my Dad, always ready to punish harshly for the slightest infraction. My future, being like mom, seemed more certain than ever. “Come on, I’ll help you to the door.” Jacob said. Jacob helped me to my unsteady feet. When I started shuffling with my wet skirt still between my ankles, he reached down and pulled it up for me, trying to give me what little dignity I no longer thought I deserved. Not after what I had just done in Liam’s car. I sniffed despondently as Jacob opened the gate and shuffled slowly up the path. He had one arm around my waist and didn’t hurry me, just letting me go at my own pace until we reached the front door. “I don’t know how to face them.” I muttered. “Face who?” Jacob asked with a frown. “My family.” I said quietly, “I never wanted them to see me… like this.” “It’ll be OK.” Jacob whispered to me, “You just head upstairs. I’ll do the talking.” “Thank you.” I sniffed wetly. The sobs seemed to throb in my throat, desperately trying to push their way up and out of my mouth whilst I fought to keep them back. --- 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/mu4wwvll56340b20 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2691043

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