Elfy

Will Emma have her happily ever after and get just what she wanted after so much struggle? --- 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 --- Epilogue I sat nervously. It was difficult to stay still as the clock ticked loudly in the silent waiting room. I wondered whose idea it was to buy such a loud clock and what their intent was. If it was to make you conscious of every single second that ticked by, they had done a good job. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. My diaper was still dry, a minor miracle, but the blue plastic chair beneath me wasn’t built with comfort in mind. “You’re going to be fine.” Jacob whispered to me, “Whatever happens, we have each other.” Jacob put a hand on my knee. It had been bouncing almost nonstop; the nervous energy being channelled down through my legs. A nurse came in a called out a name, it wasn’t mine, but I looked up to see another woman, very pregnant, get led off by her man. She was waddling. Still in diapers. And that was the crux of the problem for me. Prom had been nine months ago. A lot had changed in that time, but a lot had stayed frustratingly the same as well. Hence the diaper I was still wearing, and why I was now sat in the doctor’s waiting room. I’d had tests a week ago and when they called, they asked Jacob to bring me in. That wasn’t good. I knew enough to know that if a doctor wanted to discuss test results, it wasn’t a sign that everything was fine. I looked around at the other people in the waiting room and wondered what they were all there for. It was mostly elderly people, often in couples but occasionally a man on his own. I almost instinctively looked to see if the various women were padded. Most were. I wondered if it bothered them as much as it bothered me. Because that was what had driven Jacob and I to the doctor’s office. It had been nearly a year since prom. A lot had changed in that time. Jacob and I were still going strong, and, in fact, I had never been happier. Despite my best efforts it was clear my family was not going to be won around, they didn’t at all appreciate my choice of boyfriend. Dad had harangued me nearly every time I had seen him since prom night, demanding to know why I had let go of a fine man like Liam. He didn’t like Jacob’s liberal ideas such as letting me make my own choices. I got the feeling my mom was happy for me, I think even Ollie was pleased, but dad ruled the house and if he said they wasn’t going to be involved with my life as long as I was with Jacob, none of them were. As I predicted the moment I slapped Liam in the face, I was quickly told to pack my things and get out of my family’s home. Fortunately for me, Jacob’s family was more than happy to welcome me into their home. Living with the Wright family was a truly eye-opening experience. It took a lot of getting used to when people started asking what I thought about things and gave me some independence. One night, Jacob’s mom asked what I wanted for dinner and after stuttering for a few seconds I just burst into tears. They were wonderful and patient people. After around six months Jacob and I moved out of the main home and into a flat nearby. It was a lot smaller, but it was home and, thanks to a generous gift from Jacob’s family, it was ours. We still went over to the family home often though, after so many years it was just so nice to be treated like an equal that I never wanted to leave. It wasn’t only me that was experiencing a lot of change. After my initial joy that Zoe and Liam were getting on so well, I started to worry. I knew what Liam was like and I feared for my friend’s safety. However, after many months, and me asking seemingly a hundred times, Zoe told me she was really happy, and I had to believe her. She was getting what she wanted, a dominant man who would make her a “traditional” wife. Me and Liam had been a bad fit and it resulted in a lot of tension, but both Liam and Zoe seemed much happier and calmer now. A couple of months before my trip to the doctor’s office, Zoe stunned us all by announcing she was pregnant with what she assured us was the first of many children. I hadn’t forgotten about Nicole either. We didn’t see each other much, in fact, I could probably count the times we had met since graduation on one hand. Nicole was still in school, having dropped back a couple of years and joined the boys’ classes. We kept up over social media and the phone. I was happy, and not a little jealous, that she seemed to be excelling in her classes and seemed very likely to go on to university, an incredible feat. However, although so much had changed, there were some things that had stayed resolutely the same no matter how much I wished they would change. Just a couple of weeks after I moved in with Jacob, we started working on the things I wanted more than anything. My coordination and, especially, my potty training. It was embarrassing but I was determined. Jacob bought every book he could find whilst I scoured the internet for tips and advice. I tried so hard, and we cycled through all sorts of methods from setting alarms to make me go to the bathroom every few hours to limiting my water intake to special exercises designed to strengthen the muscles around my bladder and bowels. After months of hard work, and a lot of tears and frustration, I had got nowhere. No matter what Jacob and I tried, I was as helplessly dependent on my diapers as ever. Not only that, but the rest of my coordination wasn’t improving either. I was as clumsy and prone to accidents as I ever was. That’s what led us to the waiting room of the doctor’s office. I desperately wanted to get better but nothing was working, eventually I decided that we had to see if something was wrong. I had prayed to be told I was fine, maybe just a slow developer, but in my heart, I knew I wasn’t going to get good news. “Emma Crouch.” A man called from the hallway at the other end of the waiting room from the main entrance. I swallowed anxiously and stood up. Jacob asked if I wanted him to come with me and I nodded my head. I took his hand and squeezed it as I followed the smiling doctor down the corridor to an office. I sat down none too soon as I felt like my knees had turned to jelly. The room felt imposing, just being in there took me back to being the “little girl” who was to listen and not speak. Maybe that was the point, after all this doctor was unlikely to be of the enlightened variety judging by his age. Jacob’s hand found mine and he held it tightly as the doctor closed the door and walked around behind his desk to sit down. The moment he looked at me I felt my heart drop. His expression was of the kind that let you know bad news was coming before he said a word. It felt like a special way of looking at someone that they taught doctors at medical school. However, before he opened his mouth, he turned from me and looked at Jacob. “Mr. Wright, thank you for bringing Emma in. I see-…” The doctor started. “I’m sorry…” Jacob said loudly over the top of him, “But it is my girlfriend who is here for this appointment. It might help if you address her.” God bless Jacob. Even at times of high emotion like that, he was always the first person to stick up for me. The doctor looked back and forth between us a few times. It was as if Jacob had asked the doctor to talk to a potted plant, he clearly thought the idea pointless. He didn’t bother to suppress an eyeroll as he turned to me. I swallowed nervously and braced myself. “OK, well, Emma, we’ve done a battery of tests, as I’m sure you’re aware.” The doctor said slowly and a little louder than was necessary, “And I regret to inform you that you have Asthenia Nervosa.” I didn’t know what the disease or condition was, but my eyes started watering immediately. I could hear a ringing in my ears and my heartbeat seemed like it should’ve been audible to everyone in the room as the doctor continued. “I’m afraid it’s a congenital condition that has no cure or treatment.” The doctor continued. He sounded almost bored, perhaps he was just put out that he had to talk to me. My mind went blank. Tears rolled down my face, but I didn’t make a sound. I just stared straight ahead not really comprehending anything that was happening. The doctor was talking about exactly what caused the disease, but I didn’t care. All I wanted to know was if I could get better. It was like a tiny sliver of hope, maybe it would delay my development, but it didn’t have to be the end… “I’m afraid the effects can be quite debilitating.” The doctor said, “You’re lucky, you seem to have escaped the worst of it. You asked in your assessments particularly about your fine motor control and… potty training.” The doctor frowned. He clearly didn’t think a woman should be potty trained. Despite my shock, or maybe because of it, I started to wonder if he had a wife. I wondered what her life was like. “I have to say that it is very, very unlikely that your condition will improve at this point.” The doctor said casually. It felt like he was writing off my future and he was barely bothering to look at me. “What does that mean?” Jacob asked. “It means, Mr. Wright, that your girl is almost certainly not going to potty train successfully. I would very much doubt she would be able to improve her motor control either, certainly not to any significant extent.” Those words, the final condemnation of my future, seemed to wipe my mind blank. I only comprehended a few words here and there after that. Jacob asked if I was OK with a look of deep concern, I could only stare blankly at him. The doctor made a comment that Jacob should consider himself lucky, that the condition could’ve been worse and that a woman didn’t need any more than I already had, that I would remain, in terms of coordination and bladder control, a toddler. Things were a blur. I didn’t know how long after that it was that I was being helped back to the car. I had Jacob’s arm around my shoulder, and I slowly shuffled out as he kept talking to me. I sat in the car but didn’t remember the drive and when we reached the flat, I sat down on the floor with my back against the couch. All around me were the devices bought to try and help me gain the motor control I had desperately sought; I now saw them as little more than baby toys. A cube to put shapes into and colouring books with exercises designed to strengthen and train muscles, they no longer seemed like things I had been using to train myself, instead, they seemed like things I had been playing with. It had all been a waste of time. Jacob sat with me for a while. He kept telling me how much he loved me and that what the doctor said would never change that. He told me we could keep trying anyway, that maybe the doctor was wrong. After cuddling me and then getting us both drinks, mine in a sippy cup so it didn’t spill, he just sat with me. Slowly, the shock started to wear off. As it did so, it was replaced by an overwhelming sadness. The tears started and they didn’t stop. Unlike in the office, these weren’t silent or dignified. I started wailing as Jacob pulled me against him and wrapped his arms around me. I cried completely, as if I had never done so before, barely taking great big breaths between body wracking sobs. It felt like it would never stop. Everyone had been right. I was just a useless baby after all, and now I knew I always would be. My tears only stopped when I had no more left in me. I was laying against Jacob’s chest as he continued to stroke me despite the fact that I had soaked his shirt with my tears and snot. I felt exhausted and yet I knew I wouldn’t sleep. My head ached and I had to drink from the sippy cup just to try and replenish some of the liquid that had poured out of me. After sitting with me for another half an hour, with neither of us saying a word, Jacob asked if he could go to the bedroom to get cleaned up and use the bathroom. I nodded my head, deciding not to tell him that during my flood of tears I had also flooded my diaper. I looked down at my crotch and realised it was something that would likely never stop no matter how much I wanted to. I felt like I had lost something I had never had in the first place. Jacob was gone longer than I expected. I didn’t move from my position on the floor even though my butt was going numb. I just waited for Jacob to come back, to continue to cuddle and stroke me as I came to terms with the diagnosis. I heard some bumps and bangs coming from the bedroom but before I could really speculate what was happening, Jacob came back into the room and my jaw immediately dropped. “J-Jacob…” I said. My throat felt like it had turned to pulp from all the crying and my voice was very raspy, “What are you…?” “I have to admit, this feels pretty weird.” Jacob replied with a tentative smile. Walking back across the room towards me, Jacob had stripped out of his pants and everything else. He was wearing a diaper, one of mine, which only just stretched enough to fit him, and a t-shirt. I watched as he walked across the room accompanied by the crinkling I knew only too well. “I don’t understand…” I whispered. Was Jacob making fun of me? “I have to admit, I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing.” Jacob said as he sat down just in front of me, spreading his legs so they went either side of my body, “But I wanted to show that you’re not going through this alone.” “By… wearing a diaper?” I asked. I couldn’t stop staring at it. If I was honest there was something strangely alluring and naughty about it. Most men would rather be killed than wear a diaper, it was one of the most emasculating things that men could imagine. “Yeah.” Jacob replied, “I just… I want to support you. I want you to know these diapers and things, they don’t define who you are. Me and you, we’re on the same level no matter what we’re wearing. I love every part of you. I don’t diapers have any bearing on how grown up you are… but if you aren’t able to “grow up” to where I am? Well, I’ll just have to “grow down” to you.” It took me a few seconds to actually absorb Jacob’s words. I still wasn’t sure what he was saying and, if I wasn’t honest, I don’t think he knew precisely wither. What was undeniable was that the words came from a place of complete love, and it almost didn’t matter what he said, the meaning was all the same. I smile spread across my face tentatively and then, despite everything, I let out a little tired laugh. “You’re so silly.” I said. I pushed myself forwards on to my hands and knees and crawled forwards. I sat up with my thighs going over his, facing him, so our legs were behind each other. Our padded crotches touched together as I scooted forwards into another, less tearful, cuddle. It felt very strange to have diaper on diaper contact with Jacob, and yet it wasn’t entirely disagreeable. That was a strange sensation to be having. “Oh, there was one other thing.” Jacob said as we pulled apart but remained in our sitting positions and pressed right up against one another. “Hmm?” I asked. Jacob’s hand went down to his diaper. I watched and wondered what he was doing as it slipped inside the waistband. He winced and twisted his body as he reached for something. I wasn’t exactly in the mood for sex, and I was about to say so when he pulled a little square box out of the padding. How he had fit it in there in the first place was a mystery to me. “Miss Emma Crouch.” Jacob said. He flipped open the box to reveal a gold ring inside, encrusted with a small diamond. I gasped, covering my mouth and feeling my breath catch in my chest, “I love you more than anything. Would you do me the honour of being my wife?” I thought I had no more tears to shed. I was wrong. My eyes filled as I rapidly nodded my head and mouthed “yes”, my throat not yet letting any of the words out. I pulled my legs under me and practically tackled Jacob to the ground as I kissed him passionately. “You’ve… made me… the… happiest… man alive!” Jacob managed to get out between my insistent kisses. And as one of my hands trailed down to the diaper he was wearing, ready to go searching for whatever else he might have in there, I knew that no matter what diagnosis I had and no matter what the future would bring with regards to my potty training, I was the luckiest girl in the world. --- This story is completed, but I've just started a brand new one over on Ream and SubscribeStar! "Chloe & Amanda" is a tale of sex, degradation, and the corruption of one woman into a diaper slut for another. You can find the first part down below: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mv9dc3dd3eefd1 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2735885

Joey has to return to school to sit one of his final exams. However, that means confronting a girlfriend he's been ignoring and a bully he'd been trying to avoid... --- I make all my money from writing. It is the only income I have and every single cent goes to keeping the lights on and food in the fridge. I am IMMENSELY grateful to all of my wonderful subscribers who allow me to do this for a living. If you enjoy my writing you can find benefits such as early access to everything I post and 30+ complete stories that are EXCLUSIVE to my subscriber pages. If you are interested, I would be forever grateful for you checking out my subscriber pages below (the same content is posted on both). https://reamstories.com/elfy/ https://subscribestar.art/elfy --- “It’s just one day… It’s just one day…” Joey repeated that mantra in his head the whole morning as he was changed, dressed and then driven to school by his mom. Ben was in the car too though he didn’t talk or even deign to look at his “big” brother. Lucas was the other occupant, sitting in his car seat and playing with a stuffed dinosaur as if this was just another day. The closer the car got to the school building; the more nervous Joey became. He could feel anxiety rolling around in his stomach like a ball that kept growing and growing. The diaper underneath his butt and between his legs seemed to grow larger with every rotation of the car’s wheels. He dreaded seeing Tracy. She was perceptive enough that Joey was sure she would notice something was wrong the second she laid eyes on him. “Maybe we should be taking you to day care with Lucas.” Fran said as she turned the car into the day care parking lot. “Mom!” Joey exclaimed, “You’re not helping!” “Relax, baby.” Fran said as she stopped the car and looked back from the driving seat, “I know you have to finish your exams first. And, please, call me “Mommy.”” Joey looked down at his lap, his face burning red. Next to him, Ben snorted with derision. The rear passenger door to the car was opened and Fran helped Lucas out of his seat. Once Lucas was on his way to the day care and the door was closed behind him, Joey and Ben were left alone. The car seemed to be incredibly silent. The only noise was a small ticking, a dripping or something else from the hot engine. Joey took a deep shaky breath, the high school was just up the road, in the mirrors he could see students on the way there. Most of them looked excited, the year was coming to an end and a long, seemingly endless, summer seemed to stretch out before them. It couldn’t have been more different from how Joey felt. “Please don’t tell anyone.” Joey said eventually, breaking the uneasy silence between the two brothers. “As if I’d want to.” Ben muttered. “I know, I’m just saying…” Joey said. “Look, maybe you don’t get it.” Ben turned to look at Joey for the first time since they got into the car. Joey must’ve made a sorry looking sight, sure he wasn’t wearing baby clothes, but he was wearing an outfit that didn’t seem entirely congruent with his age still, “You’re embarrassing. Hell no, I won’t tell anyone wants going on, because I don’t want to be labelled the kid with the freak for a brother.” Joey ducked his head and closed his eyes. His brother’s words were harsh, but he understood why as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The diaper crinkled and in the silence of the car it was audible to Ben as well. “It’s alright for you.” Ben continued in a dark tone, “You get to disappear after today. I’ve got to come back next year, and the year after. You think I want to be known as the guy with a freak as a big brother?” “Alright, I get it.” Joey said quietly. Fortunately, Joey didn’t need to hear more of his brother’s diatribe. Through the windscreen they could both see their mother returning to the car sans Lucas. By the time Fran was sitting back down the two boys had lapsed back into silence. They could really have walked from the day care to the high school that was just down the block. Joey was grateful he didn’t have to though. He knew his outfit was completely hiding the bulge underneath and he got the feeling that if he moved too much, he would end up with bad rub marks on his inner thighs. When Joey got out of the car, he was hesitant to head towards the building. Ben, on the other hand, practically ran away and didn’t look back as he went up the steps to the front door. Joey’s heart raced and his mouth had gone dry. “Have a good day.” Fran said with the window of the car rolled down, “And don’t forget to go to the nurse if you-…” “I know!” Joey quickly exclaimed before his mom could say anything else. Joey slung his bag over his shoulder and walked quickly away from the car. He very quickly started feeling self-conscious about the crinkles coming from his waist. With all the excited students around him no one could hear his diaper, but there would undoubtedly be quieter moments, and a single crinkle could give him away. Joey walked down the corridor towards his locker. He immediately froze up when he saw Tracy standing next to it, leaning back on her own locker and typing on her phone. Joey thought about turning tail and running away, to go hide in the bathroom or something, but Tracy looked up and right at him. “Hello stranger.” Tracy called out, “Have you been ignoring me?” Joey swallowed nervously and almost stumbled forwards. He felt ultra-aware of his body and his senses seemed to be on high alert, he knew he was acting weirdly right away but he couldn’t seem to remember what normal looked like. “H-Hey.” Joey said nervously. “What’s wrong?” Tracy asked immediately. “Nothing.” Joey answered. He opened the door, to stop his girlfriend from seeing his face as much as anything else. “Uh huh.” Tracy didn’t seem convinced. When he closed his locker door, she was looking at him with a rather terse smile and a raised eyebrow, “So where were you? I tried calling, texting… I even left a message on your Facebook.” “I was at home.” Joey said evasively, “And busy.” “Too busy for me?” Tracy asked in a slightly hurt tone. Joey could feel himself sweating. He felt like he was under interrogation for some heinous crime and Tracy was the lead detective. He swallowed and licked his dry lips. The diaper between his legs had never felt bigger. What could he tell her? That he had been at home but hadn’t had access to his electronics because he was in a crib, playing with toys and getting his diaper changed? No amount of torture would get that information from him. “And I KNOW you were at home.” Tracy said, her annoyance at Joey’s evasiveness evidently growing, “I asked Ben when I saw him on Messenger.” Joey felt his blood run cold. Tracy had been talking to Ben? The possibilities of what she had been told and what she already knew suddenly exploded. Joey froze with his hand halfway into the locker, he could feel the colour draining from his face. “W-What did he say?” Joey asked quickly. “That you were at home.” Tracy replied with a frustrated sigh. “Nothing else?” Joey followed up almost as fast as his original question. “What are you hiding?” Tracy demanded. Her voice was raised now. Her patience had clearly already been at breaking point, but Joey’s behaviour had pushed her to the edge. Joey said nothing. He just looked at her like a deer caught in the headlights. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to come up with some sort of answer that would make sense, but as she looked at him lifted her arms waiting, he started wetting himself. The flood of urine into his diaper took all the concentration off his task and he was left completely speechless. He wasn’t even sure what had caused himself to pee, sure, he knew he needed to go but it hadn’t felt like he had been THAT desperate. “You know what? Don’t even bother coming up with some lie.” Tracy said as she pushed herself into an upright position with use of the lockers. “Tracy, I…” Joey mumbled. He shivered a little as the spreading warmth in his pants covered his genitals. It was too late. Tracy had turned away and was storming off down the corridor, almost knocking several other students to the ground as she passed. Joey stood completely still and watched her go. He didn’t think he had any choice. He couldn’t answer her questions in any way that would make sense. Joey turned back to his locker with a sigh and started getting his things ready. He was thankful he only had the one exam before he could go home again. Perhaps he would be able to convince his mom that with his exams over he was no longer as stressed. He felt doubtful but he had to cling on to something to give him some hope. “Hey, nerd.” Brad’s voice shouldn’t have been a surprise to Joey. The bully never missed an opportunity to twist the knife, “Girl problems?” Joey looked to the side where Brad was now leaning against the lockers and smirking. Joey reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his lunch money, handing it over without any fuss. He really didn’t need yet more trouble. Joey closed his locker and turned to walk away but Brad’s strong hand clamped down on his shoulder. “What’s the rush?” Brad asked. “I have an exam.” Joey muttered. “Not for fifteen minutes.” Brad replied, “Besides that what I wanted to talk about.” Joey already didn’t like where this was going. He turned around to face Brad who was looking at him like a shark might look at a particularly tasty fish. Joey subconsciously pulled the waistband of his shirt down a little more to make sure his diaper was fully covered. “We’re sat near each other in these exams, right?” Brad said, “Well, since you’re such a nice guy and everything, I figure you’d want to give your old pal a helping hand.” “What do you mean?” Joey asked cautiously. “I mean…” Brad stepped closer, “You’re going to hear me cough, and you’re going to look over and see what question I’m pointing at, then you’re going to give me the answer.” “But…” Joey had never been asked to cheat before. “I’ll see you in there.” Brad said as he clapped Joey on the back a couple of times and walked away. Joey was left staring down the hallway yet again. He had watched Tracy storm off, and now Brad swaggered away, clearing a path of frightened students in front of him. Joey closed his eyes. The diapers were meant to make him less stressed, but he had never felt less prepared than he did right there and then. --- 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/mv3fa2nz003d0a10 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2730972

Emma is taken to the changing table where she is faced with the ultimate choice of submitting to what is expected of her or getting the hell out of there... (This is the end of the main story, however there is an epilogue to come next week!) --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- The door opened again, and a smiling young woman came out followed closely by handsome guy. I met the girl’s eyes as she hurried away, and I could see her face was flushed red. I wondered if that was just from the change or if something else had gone on in there. “Come on.” Liam held the door open and gestured for me to go inside. I walked in to see a makeshift changing room. I’d never been in the small room before; I assumed it was usually kept as a storage area as it certainly wasn’t like the permanent changing areas that I normally went to. The changing table looked like it had come from the nurse’s office. I assumed they chose this room for the changes because of the sink at the back that looked old and was constantly dripping but otherwise seemed to work. The whole room smelt pretty bad, not surprising for how many diaper changes had already occurred in there. The smell of used diapers in the large pail in the corner only made somehow more nauseating by the extra strength air freshener and disinfectant that filled the air like a heavy cloud. My dress had a zip at the back and Liam turned me around so he could pull it down. I shivered as the dress drooped from my shoulders. I stepped out of it and felt incredibly anxious. Liam dropped my dress in a pile on a chair in the corner of the room whilst I did my best at covering everything up with my hands. Liam looked at me for an uncomfortably long time. “Are you going to get on the table?” Liam said in a deep voice, “Or do you need my help for that too.” I swallowed and turned to face the table. I put my hands on the padded surface and hopped up, turning around to land on my butt before shuffling into position and lying down. There was no shortage of spare diapers in the room, clearly the organisers believed a lot of changes would be needed before the night was out. Liam grabbed a diaper as well as some of the wipes that the school had provided. I watched nervously and he stood at the foot of the table, staring at my diaper with a look of hunger in his eyes. “It’s about time I got to see this.” Liam said. One of his big hands rested on the front of the diaper whilst the other reached for the tapes. I tried to remain calm as each tape was pulled away from the disposable until the front of the padding was slumped against my crotch. Liam couldn’t keep himself from smiling as he took the waistband and pulled it down, revealing my most intimate areas. He looked like an adventurer in a movie opening a chest and seeing endless riches, for seconds that stretched out over eons he stared, unmoving. Eventually, Liam remembered what he was supposed to be doing. He took some of the wipes and started cleaning me. Starting at my lower tummy, he moved around to the creases with my legs and down near my bottom before moving back up towards my opening. I couldn’t stop myself from trembling as he gingerly cleaned me, I don’t know if he mistook my shivering for arousal, but he seemed to linger there. “Stop…” I mumbled quietly. “You want this just as much as I do.” Liam growled. “I don’t.” I said a little more forcefully. My heart pumped hard and fast as my body flooded with adrenaline. “Don’t say no to me.” Liam muttered as he pressed a little harder. Knowing where things were about to go, my body sprung into action before my brain clicked into gear. I sat up and swung my arm forwards, slapping him in the face with everything I could muster. He reeled back but seemed to be more surprised than hurt. I scurried off the side of the changing table and stood at the opposite end, breathing hard. “If you try to touch me again, I’ll scream!” I exclaimed. “You’re my girlfriend.” Liam said. His voice was a little shaky, it seemed his confidence wasn’t as strong as he made it out to be, “It’s your duty to…” “I’m NOT your girlfriend!” I shouted, “If you think you can just do what you want to me, and I’ll take it like a good little girl then you are sorely mistaken.” Liam stood and stared at me. I didn’t look away, even as I realised that I was standing in front of him as naked as the day I was born. I couldn’t do it. I had tried to go along with everything the way everyone else seemed to want, but I just couldn’t do it any longer. I didn’t care if my parents threw me out of the house, I didn’t care what happened, I just knew that if I was in a room with Liam for one moment longer than necessary one of us would do something we’d regret. “You’re crazy.” Liam said shaking his head, “If you’re trying to play hard to get…” “Jesus Christ, are you really this thick-headed?” I asked, “I’m not interested, Liam. I couldn’t be less interested. Now get out!” Liam didn’t move. It seemed like he was trying to work out what to do. For all his talk about putting a woman in her place, he didn’t seem to know what to do when someone genuinely stood up to him. I watched warily, ready to make a move at a moment’s notice and keeping the table between us. “Screw this.” Liam finally said with a shake of his head, “You aren’t cute enough to be worth all this trouble. You’re crazy.” “Uh huh.” I grunted as Liam started towards the door. “You don’t know what you’re missing.” Liam said just as he reached for the handle, “I could have any girl in this place.” I remained silent. When he felt like he had finally got the last word he opened the door and stepped outside. I slumped forwards on to the padded table and let out a shaky breath. I didn’t know what I had just done to my future. I had seen my life with Liam, one of domestic servitude and doing as I was told, and I had rejected it as emphatically as I could. In its place was left an uncertain future. One where I was likely to be homeless by the next day. Before the door to the changing room had closed fully, the nurse from outside walked in with a frown. He said Liam had sent him in. I nodded and got back on the table so my diaper change could be completed, and I could be dressed again. Stumbling out of the changing room, I half-expected Liam to be nearby. I thought he would try to claim me again. He wasn’t there. I slowly walked away from the changing room as another couple walked in and wasn’t entirely sure what to do with myself. I headed towards the doors that I had come through at the start of the night. Just before reaching them, I saw Zoe sitting at a table with her arms folded across her chest and pouting considerably. I would’ve gone over to check on her, but two seats away I saw Liam scowling towards me. I decided to head out for some fresh air instead. I would need to find some way to explain what had happened to my parents that might preserve the roof over my head in the short term. I hurried outside before I convinced myself that somehow apologising to Liam would be a smart move. It may have been smart, but it wasn’t what I wanted. I hurried down the hallway and wiped my eyes before the tears fell. The few people I passed stared as I went by. I felt the heat coming from the main hall gradually give way to the colder air as I approached the main doors. I pushed it open and felt the breeze against my face. For a second, I thought I might collapse, and for once it had nothing to do with my clumsiness. It was the adrenaline draining out of my system and leaving me feeling empty. I closed by eyes and moved out of the way of the doors to lean back against the brick wall. “Emma?” No sooner had I exhaled a breath I’d been holding for far too long than I heard something that nearly made me scream. My eyes opened and, on the steps in front of me, I saw Jacob sitting down. The top button of his shirt was untucked, and his tie was hanging loose. “Jacob? What are you doing out here?” I asked quietly. “I needed some fresh air.” Jacob replied. He looked away from me and out at the stretch of green lawn in front of us that then became the road. He scooted over and patted the step next to him. I walked forwards and sat down. As my padded rear touched the concrete steps, I realised I was wet already, I had no idea when that happened. It was extra disappointing considering I had been changed so recently. “How about you?” Jacob continued after I remained silent. “Oh, you know…” I let out a deep sigh, “Just ruining my life, same as usual.” “Huh? What’s up?” Jacob asked. There was genuine concern in his voice. “I just basically told Liam to go to hell.” I replied, “He was… moving too fast and I’m just not into him.” “You too?” When I looked at Jacob with a frown he continued, “Geez, I know Zoe is your friend, but she can be… a lot. When we were dancing, she was talking about marriage and kids and… I told her before I wasn’t ready for all that. She was looking for me to be “her guy”, you know what I mean? The one that would take control of her. I was honest, I told her I didn’t think I could EVER be that person. I told her when I agreed to come to the prom that I wasn’t necessarily looking for anything romantic or serious, I think she took that as a challenge.” “But what about the kiss?” I asked with a frown, “At the cinema?” “You mean the ambush?” Jacob laughed and shook his head, “She grabbed me and before I knew what was happening, she was pushing her tongue down my throat.” Despite everything that had happened, I couldn’t help but let out a little laugh. Zoe had intimated that she and Jacob were serious, now it seemed like it was a case that she was looking for something that didn’t exist. “Honestly, I’ve been dreading tonight.” Jacob finally said, “I knew she wanted something I just couldn’t give her.” I realised, quite suddenly, that our experiences weren’t all that different. I had been dreading being the “little woman” for Liam, and Jacob had been dreading being the “big man” for Zoe. I looked at Jacob and felt my heart lurch. It was trying to take control of me, stop my brain from overthinking everything as I so often did. “Can I… hug you?” I asked quietly. “Of course.” Jacob replied. He opened his arms and looked for all the world like there was nothing he wanted more. I leaned forwards and felt his arms around me. I let myself sink against him and put my hands on his back. I could’ve stayed like that for the rest of the night. I could smell him, and it was intoxicating, his breath against my ear gave me goosebumps. I started talking almost before my brain had worked out what I wanted to say. “Can I be honest with you?” I whispered. “Always.” Jacob replied. “I want you.” I said. The words came out as a gasp, like if they didn’t get out of my mouth when they did, they would never be said at all. Jacob didn’t say anything. His head was on my shoulder, and I felt terrified that I had somehow misread everything. I had made the worst mistake of my life in turning him down and maybe he didn’t want to give me a second chance at all. What if the relationship with Zoe wasn’t over despite the difficulties they’d experienced. I tensed up. “Emma…” Jacob said quietly. My heart sank. Suddenly what was left of my world felt like it was caving in. I felt Jacob letting me go but I didn’t want to, I wanted to hold on to him. I lived in a moment where he hadn’t rejected me and as soon as I let him talk it would all be over. “Wait…” I said as I desperately clung to Jacob, “I know now that turning you down was the biggest mistake of my life. Even before you told me about how your mother is treated as an equal, I wanted you in a way I’ve never wanted any man…” “Emma, please…” Jacob said again. He pushed a little to try and get me to let go, “You ne-…” “I think I love you!” I cried out desperately as tears formed in my eyes. I couldn’t deny that it was the truth. Few things had ever occupied my thoughts like Jacob. My heart ached for him. I felt him go still again and then a second later, he rather more forcefully separated me from him. I leaned back and looked at the ground between us, I couldn’t bear to see the look of pity and embarrassment I was sure must’ve been on Jacob’s face. “Emma, look at me.” Jacob said softly. I couldn’t. I shook my head. I wanted to get up and run away but I wasn’t sure my legs would support me, besides, Jacob still had hold of one of my hands, a fact I only noticed after he gave it a little squeeze. Jacob’s other hand came up and cupped me under the chin. He made me face him, never anything more than the gentlest of touches required as I allowed myself to look up. I blinked and felt tears roll down my cheeks. I expected pity to be etched on his face. Instead, I saw him smiling. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to hear you say that.” Jacob said. “R-Really?” I stuttered. It felt like my heart had stopped. “Emma, I’ve been crazy about you since we first met.” Jacob said, “I’ve never met a girl… no, a woman, so sure of what she wants. Maybe Liam is right, maybe I’m some weak boy who doesn’t know how to be the alpha man. I’ve never been interested in a glorified maid, seeing you stand up for yourself and speak your mind, it drives me crazy in the best possible way.” If I wasn’t already totally in love with Jacob, then his words would’ve washed over me like a spell. I was leaning into the hand that cupped my chin, not trusting my body to be able to support itself any longer. Jacob had stopped talking and it felt like I should have a response, but my brain had seemingly melted, and I had no words at all for a moment that deserved an eloquence I wished I possessed. My mouth opened and closed without anything coming out. “Don’t say anything.” Jacob whispered. Jacob leaned forwards and I realised what was about to happen. He had his eyes closed and as he drew inches away from me, he puckered his lips. I closed my eyes and felt his mouth closing on mine, his breath within me. I leaned into him, and he wrapped one arm around my back whilst the other went to my head, holding me in place as if there was any chance in the world that I would want to break this perfect moment. I felt as if I was melting into Jacob as I pushed myself closer to him. It was the first unambiguously good feeling I had felt in a long time. I don’t know how long we sat there with our lips locked together but it wasn’t long enough. Jacob pulled away first and I slowly opened my eyes to see him looking just as happy as I felt. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for.” Jacob said quietly. My cheeks were flushed, and I couldn’t keep up eye contact with the man of my dreams, the man I had just declared my love for. I felt a sudden wave of terror, that it might be some big joke despite what Jacob had said. I leaned forwards and kissed him again, wrapping my arms around him. It was only as I felt his lips parted and allow entry for my tongue that I became satisfied that this was something very real. By the time I belatedly pulled away I had saliva around my lips. I was slightly out of breath but at least I wasn’t the only one with a red face. Jacob put his arm around my shoulders and chuckled to himself. “What?” I asked. “I was just thinking how much trouble you would have saved us if you had just said yes to me when I asked you out.” Jacob shook his head. I snorted with laughter myself. But it didn’t take long for guilt to start taking over. I had no problem jettisoning Liam, but Jacob was with Zoe. What would she think if she found out? When she found out would’ve been a better question, there was no way we could keep it from her, I wouldn’t have wanted to even if I could. “We need to go back in there.” I said, “Zoe deserves to know what’s happening.” “I know.” Jacob sighed, “I don’t want to hurt her, but you’re right. What about Liam?” “Liam? What about Liam?” I asked. “Aren’t you worried about hurting him too?” Jacob asked. “Honestly, at this point, I’m not sure he’d care.” I shrugged. We stood up and dusted ourselves down before walking back through the doors to the school. Our hands found each other and swung by our sides as we went back towards the music. Despite the coming awkwardness, I couldn’t believe my luck. Jacob, the one tolerable man I’d ever met, was holding my hand! The music grew louder until we finally reached the hall again. I looked over to the seats where I had last seen Zoe and Liam sitting together. They weren’t there anymore. I frowned. “That’s strange.” I said, still looking over at the strangers now occupying the seats, “They were sitting… What?” As I was talking, I heard Jacob let out a loud laugh next to me. I looked around at him and saw that he was bent over, eyes tightly closed as he shook his head and continued to laugh. I didn’t have a clue what had set him off until he held up an arm and pointed to the dancefloor. “I don’t…” I started as I followed where he was pointing with my eyes, “Oh my god!” Through a gap in the crowds, illuminated by the colourful lights and lasers that swept across the hall, I saw Jacob and Zoe. They were in each other’s arms and slow dancing. Jacob’s hands on my best friend’s rear end whilst they shared a kiss as passionate as any I’d ever seen. I had to cover my mouth with my hand at the sight. “I guess we don’t need to be worried about telling them.” Jacob leaned over to my ear and said over the music. I could only laugh with him as he brushed against me, “Would you like to dance?” “Only if you’ve brought your steel-toe capped dancing shoes.” I laughed, “Liam can tell you how bad I am.” “I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Jacob replied. “Before we dance, just one more thing…” I said. “What’s up?” Jacob asked. “Kiss me.” I said as I leaned into his ear, “Prove to me that what happened outside wasn’t just some crazy dream.” “Gladly.” Jacob said with a big smile as he turned to face me and leaned forwards. When our lips touched it was as if someone had hit the mute button on the music. Everything and everyone melted away until it felt like it was just me and Jacob, alone in an empty void. When he pulled away, I was no longer under any illusion how real it all was. Jacob took my hand and pulled me gently out on to the dancefloor. Unlike the first time I had been out there, I didn’t feel self-conscious at all as I started dancing for Jacob, especially since it turned out Jacob wasn’t much better than I was. After a couple of songs, just as I was starting to get sweaty my back bumped against someone. I turned around to see Zoe, who seemed surprised to see me. In fact, she looked a little worried as she had Liam’s hands all over her. She clearly thought she’d been caught “stealing” my date until I walked over to Jacob, and he put his arm around my shoulders. For a couple of seconds there was confusion as no one seemed to know how to respond. Then Zoe started to laugh, which made me giggle and the two boys followed soon after. I turned back to Jacob, and we danced long into the night. I prayed, as the last song ended, and people started to leave that it was going to be the first of many evenings I spent with Jacob. --- 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 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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The big snip? I don't know, seems like a very small snip to me I don't have any knowledge to impart, but I hope all goes well for you.

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!