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Joey is faced with a terrifying day ahead. --- 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 sat in the water as the tub began to fill. He found himself unable to stop focusing on just how smooth his skin felt. It turned out hair changed sensation quite a bit, now he seemed to experience every millimetre of water as it started to fill the tub. Fran placed a rubber duck and a toy boat, both things Joey had given to Lucas in the past whilst bathing him, as the water level rose up to his belly button. Without much hope that he’d be allowed to do anything, Joey reached for the soap. Predictably, his mom stopped him and took the soap herself. She was going to be bathing him just the same way she did for Lucas. It took an embarrassingly long time. Joey tried to keep his eyes averted from his mother as much as possible, but it was difficult to do as she soaped him up and rinsed him off. She even kept a hand on the back of his head as she put shampoo in his hair and then slowly lowered him into the water to wash it off. By the time the plug was pulled, Joey’s fingers had pruned up, and he felt cleaner than he had ever felt in his life, helped, no doubt, by the smoothness of his skin. Joey stepped out of the bath and into a waiting towel held by his mother. He was grateful to be covered up, but just like with the water, he really felt the difference of his new hairless body. The towel felt even softer than usual. It was hard to get used to the fact that, for the next month at least, he would have no body hair. Even if the baby treatment ended the very next day, the hair wouldn’t come back. It felt very permanent even if he knew it wasn’t forever. --- When Joey woke up the next morning, in his crib, he was already wet. He had been given a few bottles of liquid throughout the evening and been left with one overnight. At some point, long before the sun began to rise, Joey had woken up with a need to pee. He hesitated only briefly before letting go into the diaper. The warmth already becoming a feeling he was getting used to. The wet diaper was the least of Joey’s problems though. Of far greater concern was the fact that it was Monday and that meant he would be going to school, it would be the first time he was heading there in his current state. He felt a sinking feeling. The previous evening, Joey had argued and begged to not be made to go to school as a baby. He tried to bargain with his mother, saying he’d do things he didn’t really want if she would just grant him this one reprieve, arguing that he would be good and stay a baby at home without complaint. She just shook her head. “I don’t know why you’re so worried.” Fran said as she had changed her eighteen-year-old son into his nighttime diaper, “Nothing will be different. You’ll just have a bit of extra padding between your legs.” “And what do I do if I need to change?” Joey had asked. “See the nurse. I’m sure you’re not the only student in diapers.” Fran replied. Joey was now lying in his inflatable crib and dreading the start of the day. He was still thinking about what his mom had said, but he disagreed with her, he was pretty certain he WAS the only one in diapers. Certainly, the only one in his year, and the only one in his rather unique circumstances. He kept thinking about what would happen if his classmates found out, particularly Tracy and Brad. The saving grace in everything was that it was to be the final day. Joey just had to get through this last day, and exam, and then he would be done with school for good. Going through one day without completely humiliating himself should be doable, he just had to avoid people as much as possible, it was what he had already been doing since the baby treatment started anyway. He’d had several missed texts and calls from his girlfriend; he just couldn’t bring himself to speak to her in the few moments he was allowed with his phone. She was, obviously, annoyed at being annoyed all weekend. Joey had woken up with Mortimer held tightly against his chest again. It was something he found himself doing often. He pushed it away as the bedroom door started to open. Fran walked in, making sure to stay quiet, and came straight over to the inflatable crib. “Lucas can sleep in just a little bit.” Fran said as she opened the gate in the side for Joey. Joey found the inflatable bottom of the crib to be unsteady as he walked out. He had to put a hand on his mom’s shoulder to keep himself upright, Fran used the opportunity to reach down and press a hand to her son’s backside. Joey had no doubt she could feel the heat of his most recent wetting. It was peculiar how the diaper change process had become somewhat routine. Joey didn’t look forward to them, but he no longer felt the same dread that he used to. So, as he found himself flat on his back with his genitals exposed to his mom whilst she cleaned him, he spent little time thinking about what was going on and more time worrying about school. One day. That was all he had to get through. Joey was thankful that after putting on the fresh diaper he was at least allowed to wear some of his regular clothes. When he saw his mom walking to the closet, he had become very concerned that she was going to bring out a babyish outfit for him, but a pair of pants and a shirt wouldn’t arouse any suspicion, even if the pants had to stretch to accommodate his new underwear and bulged out somewhat. Joey was fed breakfast in his highchair. A bib had been placed around his neck, embroidered with the words “Insert Food Here” with an arrow pointing up towards Joey’s mouth. He didn’t find it particularly funny, but Fran laughed as she started spoon feeding him cereal. Just like the diaper change, being fed like that was something he was adjusting to. He let his mind wonder away from the embarrassing mealtime and started worrying more about school. Would he be able to avoid his girlfriend for much longer? She was surely already upset with him. “Morning.” Ben said with a yawn as he walked into the room. “Good morning.” Fran replied as she slipped the spoon out of Joey’s mouth causing some milk and little flecks of cornflakes to fall on to the bib. Ben made his own cereal and sat down opposite Joey. As usual, his expression was difficult for Joey to parse. He stared for several long seconds before looking down and hurriedly eating his breakfast. Just as Joey was eating the last of his breakfast, he heard the baby monitor crackle to life signifying that Lucas was awake. “I’m going to have to deal with him.” Fran said as she took a cloth and started scrubbing Joey’s face, “Ben, can you make sure Joey is ready for school?” “I… guess?” Ben said slowly and with a pronounced frown. “Thank you. Have a good day, both of you.” Fran kissed both the boys on the forehead as she hurried out of the room and to the stairs. Joey found himself looking across the table at his brother and wishing he had a pacifier to suck on. He was so desperate for the relief brought by such a thing that he actually considered using his thumb in the same way he had seen Lucas doing, that seemed like a step too far though. He had to laugh at himself. A step too far? When he had just been fed breakfast and was sat in a diaper? Maybe such a thing didn’t exist for him anymore. Ben didn’t say much as the pair of them got ready to leave. He didn’t seem too keen to interact with Joey at all, he even let Joey put his own shoes on which was something Joey was sure his mom wouldn’t have allowed. It was only once they had their bags slung over their shoulders and were stood at the front door that Ben paused and turned to look at his older brother. “Stay behind me.” Ben said. Joey thought he was trying to be protective until he added, “Like, five or ten feet back. I don’t want people knowing we’re together.” It seemed silly. Everyone knew they were brothers; they’d been seen together plenty of times and, until right then, it had never been something either had hidden. Joey understood though. As he nodded his head and Ben opened the door, he knew that the brother Ben had known had been replaced by an overgrown baby. Joey was embarrassing. Ben wouldn’t want his friends finding out about him, he was sure of that. As if to underline the point, Joey spread his legs a little and felt a torrent of warmth flood into his disposable, before stepping forwards and outside where they waited for Fran to bring Lucas down and drive them into school. --- 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/mutqfw6z36f1a09 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2719558

It's the night of the prom, and Emma is dreading it. Liam has a very solid idea of what the night will be like, and some choice opinions about others Emma's friends. --- 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 could feel a swirling pit in my stomach. A churning, endlessly twisting feeling that made me want to throw up. I was in a fresh diaper and a dress that didn’t do a lot to hide that fact as I was dropped off on school grounds by Dad. He had given me one more warning to not mess this up because I would be out on my padded ass if I did. Mom gave me an extra long hug; it didn’t feel like she wanted to let go. Eventually she was forced to when Dad started honking the horn. As mom let go, crazy thoughts flashed through my head. Part of me wanted to take her hand and run away. Where would we go? I had no idea. I wanted to just run and run and never stop. Mom returned to the car and after another wave they drove away. I wasn’t alone for long as Zoe was walking across the parking lot with Jacob alongside her. Zoe was in a dress that was somehow even more revealing than my own. It pushed up her chest and exaggerated her curves, including those of her diaper. My eyes, however, were pulled to Jacob. Wearing a tuxedo with a black bow tie and a red handkerchief he looked simply stunning. “Hey.” I said as the pair approached. “Hello.” Jacob replied, “Liam not here?” “I have no idea.” I answered. I bit my tongue before I said anymore, like that I wouldn’t be sorry if he never showed. “You look amazing!” Zoe said as she bounced forwards to give me a hug. I attempted a smile that came off more as a grimace. I didn’t feel like I looked “amazing.” In fact, I thought I looked like a woman you might find on a street corner late at night. That seemed to be the look most of the girls were going with as people walked past, some in the arms of partners, others alone. I saw Nicole arrive, walking across the grassy patch in front of the main school entrance in an elegant flowing dress, she either didn’t see or ignored us, either way she walked straight in without giving us a second glance. Unfortunately for me, Liam did show up. He came strolling over from a car lot across the road and whilst he had dressed up just as much as Jacob, he just didn’t wear it the same way, he seemed to lack some of the suave that made Jacob special. “Hey.” Liam said. He walked straight over to me and pulled me into a hug. I leaned away as he tried to kiss me. Fortunately, he didn’t persist. Instead, he grinned at me as he moved back, keeping one arm around my waist., “Plenty of time for that later, eh?” “Hi Liam.” Zoe was smiling shyly at him. “Zoe.” Liam said. His gaze lingered on her, “You look fantastic.” “Thank you.” Zoe gave Liam a little curtsey. “Shall we head in?” Jacob suggested. “Yeah, I could do with a drink.” Liam laughed. The hall was all dressed up for the prom. A room usually used for assemblies; it had been transformed. The lights were low except for bright strobe lighting that twisted and shone along with the music that was coming from a DJ on the stage. It was loud, though not overbearing. There were a lot of people already in the room, some were dancing with various degrees of enthusiasm and the rest standing around with drinks and chatting with each other. Everyone was dressed up and I felt incredibly self-conscious, as I always did when wearing something that was so potentially… revealing. My three companions were all talking excitedly about how the place looked. I, on the other hand, immediately wanted to go home. Liam’s arm went around my shoulders, and I felt my stomach lurch. It was certainly not the same feeling I get when Jacob did something similar. “I’ll get us some drinks.” Jacob said. He had to shout slightly to be heard over the music. He walked away towards the table despite Zoe seemingly trying to stop him before he left. She turned rather awkwardly to face me. “It’s great, isn’t it?” Zoe said with a big smile, “Really makes it feel like we’re done with school.” “It does…” I agreed with her. It certainly felt like a turning point, but whilst she greeted it with excitement, I felt an equal amount of dread. Liam briefly tried to talk to me, but I wasn’t giving him the answers he wanted to hear. I was too distracted by feeling out of place, so Liam turned to Zoe and started talking to her instead. I scanned the crowds of people and felt incredibly awkward, I had no idea what to do with my hands, all of a sudden, no position felt comfortable. I wished we had arrived earlier, so we could’ve taken one of the tables that circled the room and were now all occupied. “Here we go.” Jacob said as he came back over with the drinks. Something fruity by the smell of it. There was something else in there though, something which gave off a smell I didn’t recognise. I clutched it carefully with both hands, not wanting to spill it down by clothes thanks to my clumsiness. “I thought you’d appreciate some alcohol.” Jacob said with a big smile, “Technically you girls aren’t supposed to have any, but I snuck some in there.” Whilst Zoe giggled at the naughtiness and took a sip, screwing her face up a little at the unusual taste, I couldn’t help but think this was a parting gift from Jacob. Soon my crush on him would count for naught. The alcohol was probably to help me get through the night. I took a sip and soon made the same face as Zoe. I don’t know how much alcohol Jacob had put in the fruit juice, but it certainly gave it a kick. Liam laughed heartily. “Never had a drink before?” Liam asked. I shook my head. Girls were rarely given alcohol, certainly not before they had gained all their coordination. I felt a little light-headed and wondered if alcohol really acted that quickly or whether it was a placebo. Liam drained his whole cup in one without taking his eyes off me, it felt disconcertingly like he was trying to prove his superiority over me. I just rolled my eyes. “I think this is going to be a night of firsts.” Liam said after he wiped his top lip with the back of his hands. “Why’s that?” Jacob asked with a frown. “I booked a room at the hotel just down the road.” Liam’s smile grew seemingly in relation to my horror, “For me and Emma to get to know each other a little better.” I shuddered as his hand, which had returned around my waist, drifted lower until it was resting on my butt. It meant that I got a good look at Zoe and Jacob, neither of them looked particularly thrilled by the news though they could’ve hardly been as upset as I was. Like most people, I always dreamed of my first time being with someone special, someone I loved… someone like Jacob. “Let’s dance.” Zoe suddenly said with unexpected harshness. She downed the rest of her drink and dropped the cup on the floor. She took Jacob’s hand and led the pair into the crowds. Liam laughed again and I had no idea if he understood how uncomfortable I, or anyone else for that matter, was. I wondered if he knew and simply didn’t care. Suddenly, all I could think about was lying on a bed with him leering over and undressing me. I thought I was going to throw up and knew that had nothing to do with the meagre amount of alcohol I’d been given. “We should dance as well.” Liam said after a couple of minutes. “I don’t want to.” I replied. “What? We’re at a dance…” Liam frowned and shook his head at me, “So let’s dance.” “But…” I started. Liam took hold of my hand and pulled me forwards towards the dance floor. I could feel his sweaty palm against mine and it made me want to pull away from him. Eventually we were amongst the writhing bodies, pushed together by the crowds of people. The music was blaring so loud that I couldn’t hear a word anyone was saying as Liam started to dance, he gestured to me that I should do so as well. I felt so incredibly self-conscious. I felt like every move was wrong and I kept looking around, expecting to see people pointing and laughing at me. Thanks to my poor coordination I twice bumped into other people and at one point managed to stand on my own toes causing me to trip forwards, unfortunately I landed right in Liam’s arms. “See? I knew I just needed to warm you up a little bit.” Liam leaned in close and had to shout so I could hear him. Taking advantage of my trip, Liam wrapped his arms around me and forced me to dance close to him. I wanted to pull away, but I was absolutely trapped as I felt him grinding against me. I was trying to extricate myself from his grip when I happened to look over his shoulder and saw where Jacob and Zoe were. I had expected them to be wrapped up in each other’s embraces like so many other people were. Instead, Jacob seemed to be saying something and when Zoe took a step towards him with her arms out, Jacob took a step back. I was so enthralled by the sudden drama happening between my friends that I only belatedly realised I was wetting myself. Not for the first time that evening either. As Zoe held her arms out in frustration and Jacob sort of shrugged before walking back through the crowd, I wondered what on Earth had happened. I was brought sharply back to focus when I felt Liam’s hand moved down my body. I closed my eyes, almost inevitably he pressed a hand against my padding and discovered it to be wet. “I’ll change you after this song.” He shouted to me. I scowled but there was little more I could do. Liam barely waited for the last note to ring out before grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the bathrooms at the back of the hall. I stumbled along behind him just trying to keep my feet amongst all the other people in the darkness of the room. When we reached the door there was a line, mostly of girls hanging on to the arm of a guy, a couple were making out. By the door was a particularly bored looking nurse from school who was clearly there to change any unattached girls, should they need it. “You can let go of me now.” I said as I tried to pull my hand out of Liam’s grip. “Alright, baby, no need to pout.” Liam grinned, “I’ll have you changed in a minute.” “I’m not… That isn’t…” I was trying to stop myself from pouting and giving Liam what he wanted. I turned to face away from him. I looked back out at the prom in general. Between us and the dancing masses was a line of tables filled with finger foods and drinks. I was surprised to see Zoe there, alone, filling up another cup of the fruity alcoholic drink I had been given earlier. She seemed unaware I was watching as she lifted the cup up and drained it in one big gulp. She then filled it up one more time and stalked off with the drink. Jacob was nowhere in sight. “She’s too much for him.” Liam commented airily. “What?” I asked without turning back from the table. “Zoe.” Liam explained, “She’s a handful and, no offence to the guy, Jacob’s a pussy. She needs a firm hand.” I looked down to the floor. It felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over my head. A part of me wanted to retort that he was more of a man than Liam ever would be, but I knew where that would end up. With me over Liam’s knee right in front of everyone. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he was deliberately trying to goad me into losing my temper just to put me in my place in front of everyone. “I like the guy.” Liam continued, “But he can’t keep a girl in line. Look at that, Zoe getting drinks on her own and he isn’t anywhere to be seen. I keep telling him, he can’t let you girls out of his sight for a minute or they get themselves into trouble. He thinks he knows better. Poor guy. He’ll learn.” “Learn what?” I asked, finally turning to face forwards again as the queue moved. “How to treat girls.” Liam answered, “You’re lucky he was around after that little stunt you pulled in my car. I shouldn’t have let him talk me out of spanking you for that one. You’ve got an uppity attitude as it is.” I decided I didn’t want to ask exactly what that meant. I didn’t have to, the line moved again, and we were at the front. I was feeling nervous. Liam hadn’t changed me before, but I knew he really wanted to, it seemed like he was finally going to get his chance. I was used to my mother and, very occasionally, my father changing me, and when Jacob changed me, it was nice, once I got over the embarrassment. But Liam wasn’t Jacob. I didn’t like how eager he was to get me into the changing room. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. 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Joey faces the clean-up from what he's done. Yet again he's left asking questions about how this is supposed to LOWER his stress as he feels the humiliation surge through him. --- 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 --- Lucas stirred as he was lifted up. Joey knew he had to say something, to tell his mom that the toddler wasn’t the only one in a stinky diaper, but he couldn’t. The shame was too strong; he was practically choking on it. He just kept his face hidden as if he could hide from reality itself. Joey was still trying to work out how to broach the subject of what had happened when he felt a hand pressing into the diaper between his thighs. He gasped as the freshly deposited waste was pushed against his skin. “Looks like I have TWO babies overdue for a change.” Fran said. She didn’t sound as disgusted as Joey thought she ought to. Then again, keeping him diapered constantly made what had happened a certainty sooner or later. Joey shivered a little as the hand withdrew but the diaper remained stuck to him. It was so horrible, the worst feeling he could imagine. He had an overwhelming itch that he needed to scratch but he couldn't get to it. He couldn’t understand how his mom was acting so casually when he, an eighteen-year-old man, had just crapped his pants! “I’ll get to you after I change Lucas.” Fran said as she straightened up with a small groan. “After…” Joey opened his fingers so he could peer through them at his mom, “C-Can you change me first?” It was such a humiliating question. He wondered how exactly this was all supposed to be reducing his anxiety. His life seemed to have become an unending series of embarrassments. “No, baby.” Fran said, “Lucas will kick up a fuss if he properly wakes up like this. It’s better to get him changed before he has time to get upset.” “W-What about me?” Joey asked. He sniffed loudly. His own tears were only just being kept away. “It’s good for you to get used to it.” Fran replied with a small shrug, “You’re going to be experiencing this a lot.” Joey felt like a pit was opening underneath him and he was going to fall into the abyss. It might’ve been preferable to remaining in the present. Pooping himself just once had been such a dreadful feeling, the thought that he would be doing it again and again made him want to give up resisting the tears. He opened and closed his mouth several times but couldn’t find any words. Lucas was placed on the changing table and the stinky diaper that had been taped to him was opened. Joey finally moved, getting on to his hands and knees and feeling the slimy diaper rubbing against him. He thought he might be sick. He’d changed Lucas enough times to know what it must look like in his underwear. He shuffled to the edge of his crib and gripped the bars, looking through at his mother who was humming a happy tune as she cleaned her youngest son. “I’ve had enough now.” Joey said bluntly. “Hmm?” Fran replied absentmindedly. “I-I said… I’ve had enough now.” Joey repeated. “I’m not going to cover this ground again.” Fran shook her head without looking his way. Then, without warning, she suddenly shouted, “Ben! Could you give me a hand?” Joey felt a feeling of coldness wash over him as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. His teenage brother was about to walk in and see him in the most embarrassing position possible. Certainly, Ben was going to lose any and all respect he had for his big brother. As the nursery door opened Joey let out a whine and dropped forwards, so his face was pressed into the floor of the crib, his rear end was still stuck out behind him. “God, it smells like a public toilet in here.” Ben said from somewhere near the door. Joey didn’t have the heart to look up and see his brother. “Yes, I’ve got my hands full.” Fran replied. There was a pause. No one said anything but Joey was sure his mother was indicating his way, that Ben was going to be looking over and realising what she meant. He could well imagine the look of disgust that would be curling Ben’s lips. “So, I was hoping you would…” Fran started. “I’m NOT changing his crappy diapers!” Ben interrupted indignantly. Joey let out another moan of humiliation that was only partially muffled by the bottom of his crib. Could he possibly sink any lower? It seemed impossible. This had to be rock bottom. “I’m not asking you to.” Fran said with a sigh, “When I’m done with Lucas, I would like you to take him downstairs and feed him breakfast, OK?” “Sure.” Ben said. It sounded like he was eager for any excuse to leave the room. Joey had gone partially nose blind to the smell, but he knew it can’t have been good. Joey remained in place until a new diaper was taped on his baby brother. Ben carried the toddler out of the room and Fran finally opened the crib so Joey could step out. He kept his legs as wide apart as possible as he slowly shuffled out. It was a useless gesture. He was trying to prevent the mess in his diaper spreading but it was already a disaster in there, he was wasting his time. Joey started heading towards the changing table, but his mom took his hand and started guiding him towards the door to the landing. At first, Joey was confused, until he was taken to a room he hadn’t seen in a little while. “I think this is going to require a bath. A big baby creates big stinks, I suppose.” Fran said, “You’re overdue for one anyway. I’ve got some special products I want to use.” Joey stood in the middle of the bathroom. He shivered slightly though he wasn’t cold. Fran turned on the faucet and let the water warm up before turning to her oldest son. Joey would normally have been asking if he could do this alone, that he didn’t need the help he expected was coming, but he didn’t really have the will to argue. In truth, he would welcome not being the one to deal with what he had done. Joey remained still, feet apart, as Fran leaned down to pull apart the front and back flaps on the onesie. It was clear she was doing her best not to breath through her nose. Joey wondered if she regretted everything that was happening, since she was the one who had got the ball rolling on this unusual treatment. To her credit, if she was having second thoughts, she wasn’t letting it show. “There’s no need to cry, baby.” Fran said, “We’ll have you all clean in just a few minutes.” “I’m not…” Joey started. He was about to argue that he wasn’t crying but that would’ve been a lie. He’d barely noticed that tears were still silently running down his face. “This is why onesies are so good for babies.” Fran said as the onesie’s flaps fell between Joey’s legs. He felt the diaper immediately sag, “They make it very easy for diaper changes. Alright, after I take this off you, I want you to stand in the tub, OK?” Joey nodded his head. He was still embarrassed, but the prospect of getting out of the poopy diaper was enough to override any objections he might have had. He lifted his arms as his mom tugged on the onesie and brought it over his head, then he carefully stepped over the side of the bathtub into the inch deep warm water that was still flowing from the faucet. Joey looked away as his mom started pulling on the tapes. This was something he definitely didn’t want to see. The disposable slackened and then fell away; it didn’t hit the wet bottom of the tub though. Fran had deftly caught it and folded it up, changing so many diapers in her life must’ve made such manoeuvres instinctual. “Alright.” Fran said as she opened the bathroom door and dropped the horribly discoloured diaper outside it, “Turn around and bend over.” “M-Maybe I should still do this part…” Joey suggested. With a majority of the mess now taken away Joey was ever so slightly more confident. “Baby…” Fran replied. She tilted her head slightly and raised an eyebrow. Joey didn’t need to hear any more. He slowly turned around in the tight space and bent over as asked. In this position it was impossible to avoid looking down and he could already see some lumps of what he had done falling away from him. Fran took the detachable showerhead and turned it on. A second later the jets of warm water were turned on Joey, and he instantly started to feel better. He watched as a cascade of brown water fell into the tub to be quickly washed away, the longer the spray went the cleaner it became until finally it didn’t feel like anything was stuck back there at all. He let out a deep sigh. “Stay standing.” Fran said as she turned off the shower, “I’ve got some new product I want to try on you.” Joey straightened up and turned to face his mom. He didn’t bother covering up his intimate areas, there didn’t really seem to be any point in it anymore. His mom was seeing just as much of it as he was. “This will feel a bit warm.” Fran said as she opened a bottle, “We just need to leave it on for a few minutes.” For the first time, Joey noticed his mom had put on some rather thick looking rubber gloves. He wondered if she’d had those on when cleaning him, he hadn’t been paying attention. It turned out the bottle contained a thick cream which was then liberally applied to Joey. It was rubbed in to his arms, legs, chest and, most embarrassingly, his groin. He averted his eyes as his mom handled his most intimate parts yet again. She wasn’t wrong about the warmth, almost as soon as the cream was applied, he could feel it warming his skin almost to the point of burning. He started to get fidgety. Fran had told him not to wipe the cream off but as it got hotter and hotter he struggled to follow the instruction. “Just another minute.” Fran said as she looked at the time on her phone. “What is all this?” Joey asked. He wrinkled his nose, “It smells gross.” “It’s hair remover.” Fran said casually. “It’s… What!?” Joey’s eyes grew wide. Suddenly the heated feeling covering his body felt a hundred times worse. “It will make it easier to keep you clean.” Fran said, “Besides, babies don’t have hair everywhere. Thirty seconds.” Joey whimpered. He looked down at his body and thought he saw the cream bubble though it was more likely just dripping off him. He felt an urge to wipe it all off, but he stopped himself. It was likely already too late, and he worried that if he started flailing, he’d end up getting the cream on his head which would be a lot worse. “Is it, erm… Permanent?” Joey asked anxiously. “No.” Fran replied. Joey’s relief was short-lived, “We’ll have to apply this once a month or so. Right, time to rinse it off. Close your eyes.” Joey did as he was told and felt the showerhead turned on him again. He felt immediate relief as the hot cream was washed away. Every patch that was removed felt wonderfully cool, but also very different. His skin felt more sensitive. When he was finally allowed to open his eyes, he was almost too hesitant to look down. When he did, he gasped. Joey had never been the hairiest man around. He had the usual covering on his arms and legs as well as around his groin, but in terms of his chest, he only had one wispy section in the middle. All of it was gone now. He could hardly believe his eyes. His skin was as smooth as if he had never even started puberty. He had been naked in front of his mother often in the previous day or so, but he never felt quite as on show as he did now. “Perfect.” Fran said with a smile. Joey felt her hand against his arm as she reached out to run a finger against his skin. It was so… smooth. It felt very strange and would certainly raise questions from anyone who might see his arms or legs in the near future. “Alright, sit down.” Fran said as she put the showerhead back on to its holder, “Bath time.” --- 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/muiyuk3wbaca898 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2707661

In the final run up to prom, just what is going to happen to Emma? (Slightly shorter update here just because it is a natural stopping point before heading into the final act.) --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- What happened after that was somewhat of a blur. It was Ollie who answered the door and after the shock of seeing me in such a state wore off, he finally stepped aside to let us in. I could see him smirking at me as I passed, clearly he enjoyed seeing me put in my place. I did what Jacob suggested. I hurried upstairs as Ollie led Jacob into the living room. I don’t know what exactly was said. I knew it was roughly half an hour before I heard the front door opening and closing again. Then mom was in my room shortly after, she didn’t say anything as she changed me. I had no idea if it was a good sign or not. It was only at school the next day that I got a rundown of the aftermath. My parents were very surprised to find out I had been on a date, I had lied to them about where I was going, but Dad’s initial anger quickly faded. Jacob said he seemed happy that I was getting on so well with Liam. Obviously, the incident in the car wasn’t talked about. I was lucky my parents usually had the television quite loud; it meant that despite half the street being nosy and seeing what was happening, my family wasn’t among them. Jacob had lied and said he was walking me home when I had leaked, he took the blame for that one. When I had walked into school that morning, having been given a lift by Dad who decided to lecture me on how important it was that I found myself a husband and not so subtly saying Liam was a fine choice, I found Zoe and Nicole talking. I assumed it was about me as they both stopped as I approached. “Hi.” They both chorused. “Hey.” I replied, “Nice to see you, Nicole.” “Thanks. I’m not back for long. Just waiting for Mr. Smith to sign my transfer slip.” Nicole said. “Oh, you’re going off to the boys’ classes then?” I asked. “Yeah.” Nicole smiled. She was unable to hide her pride even though she knew it would wound me, “I’m going to have to drop back a couple of grades to get me up to speed but it’ll be worth it.” “That’s great.” I smiled and gave her a quick hug, “I’m happy for you.” It was awkward. I genuinely was happy for Nicole, I really was. But my intense jealousy of what she was getting couldn’t be entirely forgotten. I knew I had the intelligence to transfer along with her. It was just my coordination that lagged so far behind even the other girls in my class. I had run out of time to develop and mature my motor skills. A future as a housewife for Liam was getting closer and closer. Speaking of Liam, he seemed almost normal, which was scarier than if he’d been ranting and raving. Not much changed in how he interacted with me. I did notice that I never saw him alone. Jacob was always around, much to Zoe’s annoyance. She kept trying to get alone time with Jacob, but he always found excuses against it. I got the distinct impression that he was making sure Liam acted properly towards me, whenever I glanced his way, I saw he was watching our interactions like a hawk. It was weird. Prom was now less than a week away but there seemed to be more tension between the four of us than ever. I tried to avoid everyone as much as possible. Hiding in the library when I could and, when I was found there, behind various buildings. Anywhere that got me away from people as my panic grew. The closer to prom we got, the more reality seemed to weigh down on me. Dad had made it clear that if Liam invited me into any kind of long-term relationship, I was to accept. “And what if I don’t?” I asked. “Don’t bother coming back here.” Dad replied. It hadn’t been an empty threat. There was a very real chance I could end up on the street and the prospects for a young woman on the street were not good. In those last few days before Prom, I had butterflies in my stomach near constantly, which was doing nothing good for my control. I was going through more diapers than ever, constantly having to visit the nurses for changes to the point they started thinking I was up to something. I wasn’t helped by Zoe who seemed to spend every waking second talking about the Prom and how important and exciting it was. It got to the point where it took all my self-control to not snap at her. I dreaded each approaching day. As the prom got closer, and preparations started to be made, I considered running away. Where I would go, I had no idea. I already knew that women who were unattached and with nowhere to go didn’t usually end up in good places, but I was desperate. When the day of the Prom finally rolled around, I woke up feeling like a condemned woman. I laid in my crib, eyes open, and staring at the ceiling. My desperate want and need to have some independence seemed to be hanging by a thread and Liam was standing, his smirk warping his face, with a pair of scissors, ready to sever the last link with the life I wanted. I was saturated to the point of leaking when mom came in to get me up. I had expected her to be in a good mood, she’d been talking about the Prom as much as anyone, talking up how important it was as if it hadn’t been made abundantly clear to me. But when she released the side of the crib and it came rattling down, I saw she seemed somewhat apprehensive, maybe even sad. She stood aside as I slid out of my baby bed and landed on the floor, my poor coordination making me stumble a couple of steps as my diaper hung low between my legs. “I can’t believe I might not be doing this for you much longer.” Mom said as she opened my diaper. I remained silent. I had managed to avoid Liam changing me thus far, but it was going to happen sooner or later. There was even a chance this would be the last change my parents gave me. They certainly expected Liam to take over duties, I wondered if that meant that I wouldn’t be coming home again. Mom went through the process of changing me in the same way she always did. But when the new diaper was slipped underneath my butt, she went to lift the front but hesitated. I saw her looking down at the diaper, fiddling with the edges and looking conflicted. The expression looked strange on mom’s face when I was so used to her obedience to dad. She looked towards the door to the nursery, making sure it was closed. “I’m… I’m sorry.” Mom said in a voice that was little more than a whisper. “You’re… what?” I frowned. The only people I’d ever heard mom apologise too before were the men in the family. I pushed myself up on my elbows and saw that mom’s eyes were shimmering. “I… I know how much you wanted to be a big girl.” Mom continued. Her voice remained low, she was frightened of being overheard, “I know you don’t want any of this. I’m sorry.” I didn’t know what to say. Since finding out about my date with Liam, mom had been nothing but enthusiastic, ignoring what I wanted and pushing me to get a nice dress, make-up and everything else. She’d talked of little else in the last few days. Now she was stood at the foot of the changing table, in a long and flowing blue and white dress inappropriate for the time of morning, looking like she was sending her daughter off to prison. Mom was still fiddling with the waistband of the diaper as I stared with my mouth hanging open. I had never seen this side of mom, the exaggerated smiles for my dad dropped and full sincerity on display. “It’s not so bad.” Mom said as she tried to recover her smile. It didn’t work, “You get used to it.” “I don’t want to get used to it.” I replied, “I don’t like Liam.” “That’s not always an impossible hurdle. Look at me and your father.” Mom said. Her eyes suddenly widened like she realised she had said something she shouldn’t have. I saw her nervously fiddling with the pacifier hanging from the front of her dress, like she needed to shove it in her mouth before she said anything else negative about Dad. “It’s alright.” I said as I reached down and touched mom’s hand, “I’m not going to tell anyone.” Mom still didn’t look like she knew if it would be safe to say more. She looked at the door again and I wondered if she though Dad or Ollie might be on the other side with a glass to it, eavesdropping on everything. It was the sort of paranoia that wasn’t entirely unjustified in her life. “I’m just sorry things haven’t gone how you would’ve preferred.” Mom said, “I don’t think your future with Liam will be bad, but I know it isn’t what you wanted. And more than anything I wanted you to be happy.” Mom finally finished changing my diaper. I was quite stunned. I’d never seen mom be so candid with me. It felt like, for once, her guard had come down and she wasn’t putting on an act. In that moment I could see that the act was as much for her own sake as anyone else. I unexpectedly found myself with tears running out the corners of my eyes that I wiped away. It6 was maybe the first time I had actually got to see who my mother really was. Mom dressed me in a basic onesie before we went down for breakfast. I had to endure many barbs from Ollie and my Dad talking animatedly about the wedding they all seemed sure would follow Prom, but my attention kept wondering back to mom who was as quiet as usual, but the smile she usually forced on her face was missing. --- 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/mueuarb3f7603021 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2701824

I would also say that I'm a Middle. For me I like to age play as a teenager who is kept in diapers for one reason or another and doesn't like it, but is still looked after by Mommy and/or Daddy!

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