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  1. A small but necessary update to the story which will make the next part very fun indeed (For us, not for Nick ) I hope everyone is still enjoying the story and that you enjoy the update. As usual, comments/criticisms/suggestions/predictions and any other type of comments are very appreciated If anyone is interested in a commission from me, my price is £5 per 1000 words which is a bit over $6. Just message me if interested --- Nick was incredibly nervous as he sat in his room. He was mentally kicking himself as he realised just how badly he had messed up, he had been given a chance to show just a little bit of maturity and responsibility and instead of repaying that good faith he had made a horrible mistake and lost even more trust with his wife. Trying to sit still in his crib, Nick could feel his heart hammering in fear. Sarah had been so angry; he was terrified at what his punishment might be. He soon found that he could not just sit still in the crib, he was far too nervous and he started pacing up and down the room. Nick could feel that his nappy was soaked. He needed a change and despite having everything required within just a few feet of him, he dared not try and do it himself. He considered laying down and just trying to calm down with a nap but with his recent history of wetting the bed he thought better of it, he just didn’t know if the nappy could take it. A leaking nappy right now would only make things worse. Nick was both anxious to see Sarah and terrified of what he would see when she finally came up the stairs. The wait was agony, he almost wished she had just spanked him and got it over with. The fact he was having to wait only increased Nick’s tension. After around an hour, Nick heard footsteps on the stairs. He braced himself and quickly walked over and sat on the edge of his crib. He felt himself squelch as he sat down and prayed that he was getting a diaper change, the soaking wetness was threatening to overwhelm his nappy and sooner or later he would need Sarah to change him. The door was unceremoniously flung open and Sarah walked inside with a bowl that she placed up on a shelf. She stared over to Nick with a piercing look that the padded man could not sustain, he looked down in shame. “Changing table.” Sarah said shortly. Nick stood up and crinkled over to the table as fast as his wide-legged waddle would allow. He climbed up rather awkwardly and laid down in the established nappy changing position. Despite his fear of punishment and of his wife, he was immensely relieved that he was going to at least get a dry nappy. Sarah looked down at her submissive husband with a snort of contempt. She shook her head slightly as she prodded the padding that had swelled up dramatically. It was obvious how much Nick was hoping for a diaper change, it was written all over his face. It was really a rather pathetic sight. Sarah pulled out another nappy from the shelf under the table and started unfolding it. Lifting Nick’s legs, she slid the new nappy underneath her husband whose face had gone from relief to confusion. This wasn’t the usual procedure. The new nappy was pulled up and over the older nappy and Sarah began flattening it out and getting ready to tape it up. “Wait, wait, wait….” Nick said. He flung his hands down to his crotch to block the new nappy, “You haven’t taken off the old one.” “I know.” Sarah said coldly. She slapped Nick’s hands which got them out of the way and allowed her to tape the new nappy closed. It was a little stretched since it was the same size as the older diaper but it was very secure when it was taped up. Sarah walked away from the changing table and let Nick climb down. If Nick thought he was waddling before, it was nothing compared to now. His legs were spread so far apart that walking was a bit of an issue, he found he really had to take wide steps to stay on his feet. Sarah grabbed the bowl from the shelf and handed it to Nick. It was dinner, Nick had been in line for a nice meal with Sarah but since he had shown himself to be so disrespectful, Sarah decided he didn’t deserve the nice food she had so lovingly prepared. “What… What is it?” Nick asked as he looked down at the bowl with disgust. “Baby food.” Sarah said sharply, “It’s your dinner and it is the only dinner you will be getting tonight.” “But…” Nick was about to complain but when he saw Sarah’s wide eyes he decided not to push her, “Do I get a spoon?” “I will be back tomorrow for you.” Sarah said as she started moving towards the door, “You aren’t to leave this room until I come back for you.” Without another word, Sarah opened the door and stepped outside. When she closed the door behind her, Nick heard a small click and realised that the door had been locked. This room had become his prison cell until whenever Sarah decided to release him. Nick looked down at the nappy he was now wearing. He prodded his own crotch and could feel nothing but the thick padding that seemed to be enveloping him. It did not feel comfortable. Nick could still feel that he was soaked but at least the risk of leaking had been reduced. Putting his bowl down briefly, he stood up and took a few steps and found that he had a comical waddle. He blushed even though no one could see him at the amount of noise he was making and how infantile he must look with such an awkward gait. Sitting back down, Nick looked into the bowl he had been left and immediately looked away. The bowl appeared to be full of a cold and mushy substance. Nick knew it was baby food but what flavour it was meant to be was anyone’s guess, it was just a grey and lumpy mess. He would have to be desperate to eat such a meal. Nick laid down on the crib mattress and stared up at the ceiling with a sigh. How stupid he had been to have thrown his wife’s trust back in her face like that. He deserved everything he was getting, he felt terrible about making Sarah do this. All his worries about Sarah meeting with Jack paled in comparison to the sorrow he felt about being bad. Boredom was the word best used to describe his time in that room. With no clock, he was unsure of the passage of time and could only watch the Sun’s slow movement across the sky to get any sense of what time of day it was. He felt like he was in solitary confinement. Nick walked around the room a few times and looked more closely at a lot of the toys and other infantile paraphernalia scattered around the room. More than once Nick felt his bladder relax and empty into his nappy. After a few hours he had noticed that the outer nappy had begun to soak in some of the urine and his walking got even harder as the two layers of swollen padding forced his legs further apart. Boredom battled with his feelings of discomfort. Trapped in this room, the only things available to distract him were his thoughts and the childish toys around him. He picked up a toy every now and then just to examine it. He had no desire to play any stupid games but at least he could somewhat occupy his mind by making observations. Every couple of hours the door would unlock and Sarah would place a couple of bottles on the floor. She always left again without a word but Nick greedily sucked down the contents of the bottles, it was still a hot day and Nick welcomed the drinks. As the sun disappeared behind the houses, Nick climbed into his crib and laid down. His nappies were very swollen now and his legs were forced out at angles that made him slightly uncomfortable. He decided that the best way to pass the time was to just close his eyes and sleep, hopefully he would be woken up with Sarah coming to change him. It wasn’t an easy night. Nick was just about to drift off but any movement woke him up again as his body struggled to get used to the huge bulk in between his legs. Eventually the sun rose, and with it so did Nick’s spirits. He had drifted off a few times, even if for small periods of time, and this was evident by the state of his nappy when he sat up the next morning. The outer nappy was now much wetter, it seemed that it was doing a good job in catching the overflow from the drenched first nappy. The first thing Nick noticed was a pain in his stomach. For a brief second he thought it was going to be him needing to go number two but after a second thought, he realised that he was just really hungry. He hadn’t had dinner the night before and all he had was the bowl of cold mush that was on the floor. Nick peeked over the edge of the crib and looked down at the bowl. It looked no more appetising now than it did the previous evening. Picking it up, Nick glanced into the bowl with a look of disgust. It looked exactly as it did the previous night, a cold and lumpy mess. No matter how unappetising it looked, Nick was hungry enough that he sat up and started steeling his nerves to eat it. Without a spoon, the eating was a very messy affair. Nick had to dip his hand into the bowl and then eat it out of his hands. Inevitably, it meant that the food got everywhere as it fell between his fingers and got generally smeared on things. Nick blushed when he looked down to see that he seemed to have got more of the food down his front than in his mouth. He had to scrape it up with his hand and eat it, there was no other way of getting rid of it. It was a particularly embarrassing state to be in and the food was absolutely foul, at least it filled his stomach. Nick managed to swallow it all down as he sat in his soaked nappies and started to wonder exactly when Sarah would be back to open the door. His nappy was now reaching critical mass. Nick couldn’t see it, but the inner nappy was completely soaked and had absolutely no absorbency left. The outer nappy was now also showing as being very used as well, the wetness indicator had changed colours on every part that Nick could see and his movement was getting harder and harder. It would have been easier for him to crawl around the floor but there was no way he was going to do that. The padding was incredibly heavy and when Nick stood up he could feel the tapes straining to keep the nappies around his waist. It was getting so bad that he sat down on the edge of the crib and decided that walking around was a risk he didn’t need to make. In the end, Nick didn’t have to wait long for Sarah to come and unlock his door. He heard that little click of the lock being undone just half an hour after he had forced down the previous night’s dinner and he had never been so grateful to see his wife though, by the look on her face, she had clearly not forgotten or forgiven. As Sarah entered the room, Nick stood up and began to waddle towards the changing table. His gait was almost comical due to the huge masses of swollen padding between his legs but with the prospect of a diaper change upcoming he hurried over as fast as his spread legs were let him. Sarah held up a hand to stop him just before he reached the changing table and Nick stopped in his tracks. He really hoped his change wouldn’t be delayed again, surely no more nappies could be fit over his current ones! “Are you messy?” Sarah asked rather coldly as she looked at her husband. “No.” Nick responded rather defiantly. He was rather proud that his nappy was still clean even though he knew his next bowel movement couldn’t be far away. “If you need to mess, I suggest doing it now.” Sarah said rather coldly. She seemed to not share in Nick’s pride, “I don’t want to change you right after your bath.” “Right… Right here?” Nick asked hesitantly as he rather timidly kicked his feet a little. “Yes.” Sarah said, “I promise if you mess after your bath you will be in it until at least lunch time so come on. Do your business.” Nick felt so ashamed as he squatted down slightly like a well-trained dog obeying his master. He saw Sarah just watching him with a slight look of contempt as he closed his eyes and pushed with his tummy muscles. If Nick could have seen where he now was just a week or so ago, he would never have believed it was him. When he had been first put in a nappy by his wife it had been purely for the bedwetting, he was a grown up and trusted with his own padding. His wife still did all the work and he enjoyed luxuries. Since then he had been on a rollercoaster that seemed to constantly plummet as he was now crouching in his own nursery and trying to do in a poo in his soaked double-nappy. All whilst his wife, now his mommy, watched him. Nick brought his mind back to the present. Thinking about the past only made him feel more shameful. Nothing happened for a few seconds but then Nick felt a solid log of excrement start pushing out of his body. He squatted slightly lower to help his body with the process and he felt it slide into the rear of his nappy and rest on the soaked padding. Sarah’s face was unreadable but internally she was going crazy. She had ordered her husband to shit himself and he just did it on command! Sarah could feel herself getting wet between her legs as she watched her husband humiliate himself totally. She made sure to not let it show though, she had to maintain her persona of power and Nick’s punishment was far from at an end. As a second, smaller piece of poop easily exited him, Nick started wondering why he hadn’t asked to use the toilet before his bath and after his nappy was removed. With a pang of further embarrassment, he realised he had never really given it any thought. The fact that this man in his mid-twenties hadn’t considered an alternative to helplessly soiling himself spoke volumes about his mental state. Once he had finished soiling his nappy, Nick straightened up but kept his eyes on the floor. He was far too embarrassed to meet Sarah’s eyes after what he had just done. Sarah helped Nick climb on to the changing table and as he sat on the edge he felt his small messy accident smear around a little bit. Nick tried to ignore the rather disconcerting feeling and laid down as Sarah began removing the outer nappy. When Nick looked as Sarah pulled away the first nappy, he was shocked at how wet it was. He really had been like a sprinkler system. The inner nappy was opened up next and the sight was a lot grimmer. The plastic was almost totally useless and Nick could see that urine seemed to be soaking straight through it. Sarah lifted his legs up and made a quick job of cleaning Nick’s rear end, since it was such a recent bowel movement it hadn’t spread too badly which was a small mercy for Nick. The rest of the day was fairly standard for Nick. He was given a bath after the nappies were removed, it was a quick bath and Sarah seemed unnecessarily rough with him. After that he was left to play around in the playpen until lunch, after lunch he was allowed to watch television, only certain childish channels of course, before playing again. By the evening he had almost started to convince himself that the games he created with the toys that littered the playpen were actually fun. As Nick was being put down to sleep that night he almost welcomed unconsciousness, the day had been so dull that he was glad to get it over with. When he was given his pre-bedtime nappy change he gratefully sucked down on a bottle of milk before tottering over and into the crib. Nick honestly didn’t know what was worse. He hated the humiliation that he sometimes experienced, but was it possible that he actually preferred those days to days of complete boredom? Nick thought back to all his embarrassing moments and shook the thought from his mind. The boredom was horrible but it was much better to the embarrassment he otherwise would feel. “Get your rest.” Sarah’s voice caused Nick to jump a little bit. She had been so quiet all day that Nick was shocked she was talking to him again, “You will be getting your punishment tomorrow and I want you well rested. It will be a long couple of days.” Nick sank down into his thick padding as Sarah turned and left the room when she had finished her scary prediction. His punishment hadn’t even started? What was with the double nappies the previous night then? Was what was coming going to be even worse? Nick remembered that Sarah had something planned with Jack and he winced at the thought of what they might get up to. He felt like knowing those two were going to be alone together would be punishment enough but he knew that Sarah had something else planned for him. As Nick laid down and closed his eyes, he tried to push the thoughts of what might happen to the back of his mind. Something about Sarah’s coldness that day sent a shiver down Nick’s spine. He had really messed up this time, he just hoped what was coming wasn’t as bad as his imagination could think of.
  2. I know this pain from all angles. I understand the impatience for updates on stories that I've enjoyed reading but it must be understood that it isn't always a case that things just go from brain to computer, there are SO MANY things that can affect how much you write. Take me for instance... I was hit very suddenly by a bad bout of depression and anxiety at the end of November last year. My desire and even my ability to write completely disappeared. I cut off my Patreon, refunded my commissions and didn't touch any story for months and months. It is only relatively recently that I was able to start writing again and I'm still not firing on all cylinders in terms of quantity. I saw someone above mention that the author of this story has a baby now? If true then it should be no surprise that the time he has to write for people is diminished. Not to mention the exhaustion of trying to write with so many distractions and responsibilities. When someone looks to monetize their writing, that doesn't mean that they are "selling out" or that they are no longer interested in writing for people. It's a case of doing something you love and if someone wants to pay you to do it would be foolish to say no. Sure, paid word may take priority, but that doesn't mean older stories, passion projects or whatever else are forgotten about. I assure the readers of this story that there is nothing more frustrating for a writer than wanting to write but not having the time/energy/concentration/anything else to get stuff done. Impatience from readers only adds to the pressure and will never speed story writing up. Obviously everything I have said would be different if it was paid work... If you were paying OP and he wasn't posting updates then you are out of pocket and have a right to complain. When the writing is provided free of charge... It's pretty much a case of enjoy what you get but don't go snapping at people if they are slow. I've had stories that I have read get abandoned or left without updates for months and months and months so I understand the frustration... There are usually good reasons when these lack of updates happen though. It is best to just move on and read something else and check back in the future. Harassing people for stories will never work.
  3. Pretty much exactly what I was going for Nick has been quite submissive for Sarah for a while now but how much of that was just because he had little opportunity to take advantage of her? Sarah gives him a treat and, more importantly, a chance to show that Nick respects her privacy and won't look at any of her personal files and he screws it up. He hasn't changed! Thanks everyone for the kind words... Still writing the next part and will hopefully get a small update out soon before a bigger and more tantalising update!
  4. Ah yes, the dreaded difference in terms! I try to Americanise everything but always forget a few things... By torch, I do mean a flashlight!
  5. This is a short 4,000 word commission I wrote recently. Posted all in one go and a big thank you to the person who commissioned it! If you are interested in a commission, send me a message. My price is £5 per 1000 words which is a little over $6. A Night at the Movies By Elfy “The Impossible Mission? No… Fifty Shades of Black? Hell no…” James looked down the board of movies being shown with boredom. Nothing was standing out to him, it all looked like the same generic and boring rubbish that he had seen a thousand times before. “Don’t you have anything more interesting than this crap?” James asked the woman in the ticket booth next to the sign. “More interesting, sir?” The woman asked as she checked the tickets and allowed entry to a family who were going to see the family comedy, “A Toy’s Tale”. “Yeah. I don’t want a stupid, generic film that’s just like every other film. Do you have something that is different? Something I won’t have seen before.” The female cinema worker looked around and saw that all the people that had been hanging around outside had been admitted. She looked back at James and smiled a little bit. “We do have… Something.” The woman said slyly, “A new and more interactive experience, very experimental. It is a one seat cinema; it is designed to give one person an experience they will never, ever forget.” “One seat? Must be expensive.” James replied. He was more than a little intrigued, “What’s the film about.” “It’s about change, renewal and free will.” The woman said as James walked over to her, “It is artistic.” “How much? When can I see it?” James asked. He was very curious, this sounded like just what he had been looking for. “There is no cost, at least not in terms of money.” The woman said, “It is an artistic experiment. Only for people wanting a new movie watching experience. Only one showing a day as well. It starts at midnight.” James was very intrigued in this extraordinary sounding movie. He didn’t hesitate at all to hand over his money and take the one and only ticket, he was already there for the late showing so he didn’t have too long to wait for the clock to tick along until midnight. He just hung around the area until his watch told him it was five minutes until show time. Walking back to the cinema, James saw it was in darkness and he briefly wondered if he had been tricked until he saw the woman from earlier standing by the door. She was still in her uniform and smiled serenely as James approached. “I’m glad you came back.” The cinema worker said as she pushed the cinema door open. James stepped into the darkness. With no other films showing it was clear the cinema was closed, he strongly suspected that he and the attendant were the only two people on the premises. James followed the woman into the building, he felt rather creeped out by the darkness that was all around them. The large lobby full of posters and cut outs looked a lot more sinister when they cast their shadows as a result of the torch. “I don’t suppose I could get some popcorn or something?” James asked as he spotted the confectionary area. Like the rest of the cinema it was in darkness and all the machinery appeared to be turned off. “It will be provided inside. You will have plenty to eat and drink.” The attendant said. James nodded even though no one could see him do so in the darkness. He had started to become concerned with where they were going. The attendant had led him past all the doors that contained the seating areas for the screens and up to a door at the end of a dark corridor that had “Staff Only” written on the frosted glass. The attendant pulled out a bunch of keys and started fumbling around as she looked for the correct one. “My name is Jane by the way.” The tall, young woman said as she fumbled with the big ring of keys. “James.” James replied in a slightly shaky voice. He really couldn’t shake the sinister feelings all around him. Maybe this was all part of this new cinema experience that Jane talked about. Eventually, Jane placed a key in the lock and turned it producing a satisfying clicking sound. “Aha!” Jane exclaimed as she pushed the door open and started leading James down another dark corridor. “Do you think we could turn on some lights?” James asked hesitantly. “Don’t be silly.” Jane replied, “This is a cinema. It is meant to be dark! We are nearly there anyway.” As she spoke she approached a door that was double locked. Jane started unlocking the door causing an echoing clanging in the otherwise silent and dark corridor. The keys she used for these locks were large and looked very different to most keys that James had ever seen before. James felt an ominous sense of foreboding as the heavy locks were undone. He looked around but couldn’t really make anything out, it was pitch dark and his companion’s flashlight was the only source of illumination. The heavy door slowly creaked open and James was hit by the smell of stale air. It was as if this door hadn’t been opened in a very long time. James recoiled slightly, he felt really bad about the situation now. He usually didn’t get spooked easily but he was becoming increasingly jittery in the darkness. “Maybe we shou-” James began. “Enjoy the movie, Sir.” Jane interrupted as she held the door open for James. James closed his mouth and meekly stepped forward into the room beyond. Interestingly, this new room was not nearly as dark as the corridor before it. There was very dim lighting that allowed him to look around the room. Most of the room was very standard for a cinema. The screen at the front was large, though perhaps not quite as big as the other screens at the venue. There were curtains on either side of the screen and the floor sloped gently forwards. The walls were bare except for some very elaborate looking candelabras, these revealed the source of the dim light as the candles were softly burning around the edges of the room. In the dead centre of the room was a single chair. It looked like a recliner with a high back, James could see it was larger than most cinema seats and its black leather colour was noticeable, even in the extreme low light. James walked forward and touched the chair but hesitated. This was really starting to scare him now, he wondered if this was part of the experience or not. He realised rather suddenly he knew nothing about the movie he was supposedly about to watch. “I’ve changed m-” James turned to tell Jane he had changed his mind but was just greeted with a closed door. He hadn’t even noticed her going, how long had he been in the room alone? James gave the door a push but found it to be locked. With a sinking feeling he realised that, for better or worse, he was going to be watching this movie. As James turned to face the screen again he noticed that the screen had now been turned on. The screen was very simple, a white background with black text written on it. “Please take you seat.” James read. Seeing no other way out, James walked forward and, after checking the seat a little bit, sat down in the chair. It was very comfortable but James heard a strange noise humming quietly from within it, like a mechanical whirring. Very suddenly, wrist and ankle restraints suddenly came out of the chair and snapped themselves closed. The leather straps were extremely tight and James immediately realised he wasn’t getting up, no matter how hard he pulled the straps didn’t budge an inch. Was this part of the show? “What’s going on?” James called out into the darkness. No response. The words on the screen dissolved and was replaced by new text. It was still black text on a white background only now there was some weird music played over the top. The music was like a nursery rhyme, it sounded like it was being played on a xylophone. It was rather disconcerting. “This is the ultimate in immersive storytelling. Please do not try to resist. We shall get you correctly dressed.” The screen read. The words dissolved from the screen again and the music got slightly louder, it started growing in volume until James could almost feel the chair shaking from the vibrations. He was more than a little panicked by the strange events around him, he wished he wasn’t on his own. It was this panicked state that James was already in that caused him to yell out in a high pitched scream when he felt the chair move. The back of the chair started reclining on its own. The part James’ ankles were tied to started to rise up until he was in a laying down position. James’ panicked scream was drowned out by the music which had now morphed into an instrumental version of “Twinkle, twinkle little star.” James looked around wildly as he tried to see what was happening. He had no idea if this was part of the movie or if something more evil was happening, he just wanted out of this chair and out of this cinema. Firstly, the straps holding James’ ankles suddenly slackened. Before James could even react to this sudden release, he felt something metallic reach up and pull off his pants and underwear leaving his lower half exposed to the light of the screen. James couldn’t crane his head enough to see what had robbed him of his dignity but it felt like metallic fingers. The cold metal made James shiver. As soon as James’ lower half was exposed, the leather straps around his ankles tightened themselves again. The whole process had only taken a few seconds and James could barely react before he was strapped back down. “What the fuck!?” James yelled. His voice was drowned out by the nursery rhyme blaring through the surround sound speakers. This can’t be just a movie. They had to be doing something awful here. James’ next sensation was of the chair around his waist lifting him up. Like before, it felt like metallic hands were pushing his body, both of his hips were lifted this way and then lowered almost as quickly. James immediately realised he was laying on something. A soft, padded feeling was around his waist, it felt almost like a towel or something. “Stop! Let me go!” James yelled. He knew it was pointless, with all the noise in the cinema. “Time for your medicine.” The screen in front of him showed a new message as the sound of the nursery rhyme quietened down. James was confused as to what that meant until he saw a metallic hand appear between his thighs. His legs were spread open by the legs of the chair which moved apart and left him even more exposed. As terrified as James was, he was glad he was the only one in the cinema since it meant no one was seeing him in such an embarrassing position. The hand was holding two strange bullet shaped objects that were dripping a viscous fluid. It took James a few seconds to realise what they were, as soon as he worked out what was happening he started pulling against the restraints and calling out for help again. The hand moved down between James’ upper thighs and very suddenly he felt a pressure against his hole as the hand pushed the bullet shaped objects into his rectum. James gasped at the sudden intrusion. He recognised these things from when he had suffered from kidney stones once, he had been given painkillers that were inserted up his butt. Why was he being given them now though? He wasn’t in any pain… Was there pain coming? As soon as the first one was inserted, the second one started pressing against him. James tried to resist and squeeze himself closed but whatever was controlling the machine between his legs would not be stopped. Eventually, James was forced to relax as he was getting tired and he felt the second suppository slip inside him. The metallic hand disappeared as quickly as it had arrived and as his legs were brought back together, James noticed that two different arms with fingers had come out of the chair’s sides and had grabbed the bottom of whatever strange padding James was sitting on. It was as James saw these new limbs lifting up the object between his legs that he finally realised what it was, though he could scarcely believe what he was seeing. A large diaper was wrapped around him and taped on. In the darkness of the cinema, James blushed a deep red at this humiliating development. With tears falling down his cheeks he sobbed and quietly begged to be released. He no longer cared if this was part of the new movie experience or not, he just wanted to go home. He just wanted to be anywhere but here. For a few moments everything stopped. James wasn’t being manipulated and the words on the screen faded away leaving just a white screen that bathing the room in artificial light. James found himself panting from the effort of struggling and the panic of the situation. He was now sitting in a diaper that had been tightly taped to him and a shirt. He was still strapped to the chair and found it almost impossible to move any of his limbs. He was sweating with the fear of what came next and he didn’t even know if this was part of the experience or if he should be even more worried than he already was. The flexible chair that James was strapped to started whirring to life again. James felt it begin to move again and he let out a whimper of fear as it returned to its original sitting position. He watched the text on the screen fade away again and was terrified of what would pop up next. Why wasn’t there an emergency escape button or something so that he could step out, he felt like he was trapped on a rollercoaster without a safety mechanism. James suddenly felt his senses get assaulted as the white screen suddenly started rapidly flashing through images. James winced as his eyes were assaulted by scenes that were appearing and disappearing so quickly he couldn’t make them all out. It became a full assault on the senses as the speakers started blaring out static noise. James thought he could hear some random words in amongst the noise but he couldn’t tell if it was his imagination. With James so distracted, he didn’t notice when a metal restraint came out of the back of the chair at head height and rapidly pulled his head back against the headrest. James found himself unable to even turn his head as he was pushed back against the chair he was sitting in. As the screen continued to flash, a long tube descended from high in the ceiling. The tube was quite thick and seemed to snake its way down as if it had a mind of its own. It dropped down and quickly started pushing against James’ mouth. James tried to resist for a little bit but with increasing pressure against his mouth he eventually relented and opened up. The tube pushed its way deep into James’ mouth as soon as the opportunity presented itself. James gagged slightly as the tube went just deep enough to make it uncomfortable. At the same moment, James felt a deep rumble in the pit of his stomach. The medication that he had felt been placed up his butt was starting to take effect. “Feeding time.” Appeared on the screen in black letters and images started playing on the screen of various foods. Flashing very quickly, pictures of different foods disappeared just as quickly as they first appeared. James was helplessly moaning into the tube that was halfway down his throat when he realised what was coming next. He watched a surging mass of mush pushing its way down the clear tube. It dropped by James’ wide eyes and he struggled against his restraints even more as the food pushed further and further south. James felt the food starting to get pushed out on to the back of his tongue. It tasted completely bland but he didn’t get long to experience the edible mush. James was compelled to swallow quickly as his mouth continually filled up. He stopped struggling and concentrated on a regular and reflexive swallowing motion. A minute into this force-feeding, James felt another rumble in his tummy, this one was more urgent than the last and he could almost feel his intestines twisting and pulsing and forcing their contents closer and closer to the exit which was struggling to hold them back. James wondered when the feeding would end. He was feeling very full and it was getting harder and harder to force down the tasteless food. It seemed like almost as soon as he couldn’t take any more that the tube stopped its flow of food. It was replaced by a sudden cascade of milk that forced James to desperately start swallowing again. This time it didn’t last long and soon the milk stopped and finally the tube withdrew from James’ mouth. Coughing and spluttering, James panted and looked down. He could see his belly sticking out somewhat, he had rarely felt as full as he did at that moment. Very suddenly another sharp pain wracked James’ digestive system. This time it was much stronger and James grimaced as he felt his whole body responding to the pain by pushing down. His brain desperately wanted to avoid making a huge mess in the diaper he was stuck in but his body was started to win the fight. It was screaming to release whatever was in its bowels and James was finding it harder and harder to ignore the call. Almost as soon as the pain ended James was hit by a second wave of discomfort. This time James’ body reacted on its own. James could feel the muscles around his bowels push and with a whine of desperation, a large mass of poop filled the back of his diaper. Without being able to lift up off of the seat, James felt the mass searching for space in the diaper and forced itself up his back a little bit with most of the rest heading towards his crotch. “God, please no…” James wailed desperately as his body pushed again and pushed even more of the horrible waste into the diaper. The smell started to seep out of the diaper and James tried to avoid breathing through his nose. He felt himself blushing. Was this supposed to happen? James was becoming increasingly sure that this was not legitimate. A third cramp hit James and this time he consciously pushed down. He finished the process of soiling his diaper and shuddered as he completed the destruction of his self-esteem by releasing his bladder. The warm liquid splashed around the front of the diaper and quickly began soaking into the thirsty padding. James finally couldn’t take any more. He didn’t even shout out for help, his head just dropped and he sobbed to himself. He was a broken man. The speakers started very softly playing a nursery rhyme and the large screen that had displayed the instructions all night began to lift up into the ceiling. James looked up with tear-filled eyes to see that behind the screen was a large metal sliding door which opened to show the back of a van. A couple of men in white coats came walking into the front of the cinema through where the screen used to be. James watched in silence as he wondered what could possibly be happening, who were these people? He started to feel very self-conscious as they got closer. James was aware he was in a terrible state with a full diaper and he could feel himself blushing. Despite everything he almost felt like he should apologise to these people for them having to experience him. The two people in white coats walked up to James and began to circle him. One of them was holding a clipboard and was taking a few notes whilst the other started fiddling with the base of the chair. James couldn’t see what was happening. “Help me… What’s happening!?” James felt exhausted from the ordeal and in panicked tones almost begged the men for answers. “Shut him up, Dean.” Said the man with the clipboard who seemed to be directing operations. James frowned. Wasn’t this over? He opened his mouth to protest but almost immediately felt something latex fill his mouth. A strap ran around his head and was tied tightly behind him. James suddenly realised that whatever was happening was not close to ending. Tears started silently flowing down his cheeks again. “How’s he looking, Alex?” Dean said as he finished fiddling with the bottom of the chair. “Looks good. Think he will be worth quite a bit.” Alex replied, “Take him to the van.” James’ eyes flew wide again and he tried to shake his head desperately. Why was he being taken to the van? What did they mean by worth a lot? James was screaming internally but the large latex bulb in his mouth was muffling any attempt to make some noise. James jumped slightly when he felt the chair suddenly move. He realised that they had separated the chair from the cinema floor and had begun to push it to the waiting van. Struggling against the restraints, James hoped against hope that one of the restraints would come free but they were all absolutely secure. James was placed on a wheelchair ramp whilst the two white coated men opened the doors. The ramp started slowly elevating and Dean pushed him into the back of the van, turned him to face the rear doors and attached the chair to the van to prevent it from rolling around. “Is he a good specimen?” Came a familiar female voice. James felt his heart sink as he saw Jane walk around to the rear of the van where the two men were still working. “You’ve done well.” Alex replied with a smile, “Another good specimen.” “Glad to hear it.” Jane said with an emotionless face, “Where’s my cut?” “Always straight to business!” Alex chuckled. Alex briefly walked around to the front seats of the van and then returned with a briefcase. He pushed a button to open it and reveal the contents. James had never seen so much money in one place! “Good.” Jane said as she took the briefcase, “I will let you know when I have another one to sell.” James, in a last desperate effort, started trying to pull free of the restraints and scream but it was just as futile as before. He desperately cried, begged, prayed and tried to scream but none of it got through the large pacifier that was acting as a gag in his mouth. “Tell me, Jane.” Alex asked as he and Jane watched the desperate man in the back of the van, “Why do you do all this film stuff? Our other finders usually just drug them up and hand them over.” “For fun.” Jane shrugged, “I film it all and watch it back sometimes.” “You’re a real sick one.” Alex chuckled as he shook his head, “Come on, Dean. Let’s get going.” One of the doors slammed closed leaving James staring at Jane and silently begging for her to help him. To his horror, she just smiled and turned away as the second door closed and left him in darkness. The engine of the van started and James felt movement. He realised he was being driven away. Where he was going and what would happen when he got there was a mystery. All James knew was that he was about to become a statistic. One of the many people who suddenly go missing. He only hoped he would one day reappear.
  6. I wouldn't really blame Paypal or ebay. They just both need to do their due diligence to make sure it is a legitimate claim. When you think about how many transaction go through both services, they must get a lot of requests for customer support. I'm sure they are doing their utmost to rectify things ASAP.
  7. Here, at last, is the final section of the second Subliminal Baby story It has been a joy to write this story and I hope you all enjoy the conclusion(?) to the story of Steven and Ritchie. An extra big thank you to the person who commissioned both the first Subliminal Baby story and the second one. These have been a joy to write! If anyone else wishes to get a commission feel free to send me a message. I charge £5 per 1000 words, which is a little over $6. Without any further ado, the final part of Subliminal Baby 2. A bumper final 6,500 word post --- The next few days were rough for Steven. When he went to bed the night of his traumatic day with Linda, Steven prayed that his accident was a one-off. He laid awake for a long time before eventually succumbing to exhaustion, he was terrified of wetting himself in his sleep again. He had taken a long time to calm down in the evening and had eventually rationalised what had happened as just an accident. Accidents happen, no need to worry. When Steven opened his eyes the next morning he found Ritchie had come into the nursery again. He felt his older brother’s hand probing the bottom of his diaper and, judging by the giggling, Steven’s worst fears were confirmed. Rolling over, Steven immediately felt the swollen padding between his legs and realised that his accident during his nap was not a one-off at all. Each of the subsequent nights found the same thing happening. Steven would go to bed completely dry and then wake up the next morning soaked. Each day Steven felt his heart drop as he found out and he would start crying over his loss of control. More and more, Steven was spending his time crying to get attention or help from his Mom. This was only highlighted by Ritchie’s recovery. Ritchie was having no problems keeping his pull-ups dry. Not only that, but Ritchie had graduated from using the childish potty to using the grown up toilet. Frequently, Steven would find himself in a diaper that he didn’t remember wetting and watching his brother calmly walk to the bathroom without an issue. It was becoming increasingly evident that Ritchie was almost completely recovered. It was miserable for Steven. He was watching his brother progressing very quickly and receiving heaps of praise from Mom for it. Meanwhile he was frequently in a diaper that was wet and had to accept that he was back in the subordinate role that he had been in when all of this started, the only difference was he had made his position much worse. The routine was dull. Everyday felt the same and became very predictable, the monotony was made worse by the taunting Steven started getting from Ritchie. As Ritchie recovered from the effects of the messaging, his confidence also returned until Ritchie was back to lording over his brother with impunity. It was a surprise, therefore, when after his post-breakfast diaper change one morning the regime was change. Instead of his usual onesie or similarly infantile clothing, Steven was dressed in the same tight shorts and t-shirt that he had worn when he had been taken to the shops right after all this begun. It felt like so long ago. “It’s a lovely day today.” Karen said as she indicated the sunny day outside the window, “We should go for a walk.” Steven’s mouth dropped open and he felt his mouth go very dry very suddenly. Going outside? In these diapers? No, not again! Of course, Steven had no say in matters any more. His opinion was no more important than a baby’s opinion. Karen simply got Steven dressed and ready to leave whilst Ritchie got himself ready. Ritchie was even able to tie his own shoelaces, Steven watched with interest as it seemed like his brother was able to do complex things, surely he was recovered enough that Steven could be let out of his diapers. Even as Steven thought this he felt the front of his padding warming around his crotch. He sighed as he realised that even if he was allowed to grow up again, he would need to re-train himself to get out of diapers again. This thought was both terrifying and very frustrating. Steven was reluctantly led out the of the door. He followed his mother and brother as they walked down the street. Karen and Ritchie talked happily and were enjoying the day whilst Steven hung back several paces and felt remarkably self-conscious. He could hear his crinkling and kept smoothing out his clothes as he did his best to hide the bulky underwear he was wearing. Every time the three of them walked past someone, Steven found himself tensing up and then turning to watch them walk away to see if they looked around at him or laughed or anything. It was when the family were nearly home and Steven was watching a middle-aged lady walking away that he suddenly heard a voice in front of him that he recognised. “Steven? Is that you?” The male voice caused Steven to quickly spin back around to look in front of him again. “Oh, hi Charlie…” Steven said reluctantly. His worst nightmare scenario was in front of him. One of his good friends, someone he had known since elementary school, someone Steven hadn’t seen since all of this started, was now in front of him on his bike. “Where have you been?” Charlie asked Steven innocently, “You haven’t been hanging out, you haven’t been online… We’ve been wondering where you were.” “Oh, I’ve just been, erm, busy…” Steven replied vaguely. As he spoke he smoothed out his clothes again, he thought he heard himself crinkle slightly but prayed that it was just his imagination. He hadn’t thought about it but disappearing suddenly from all of his friends must have made them all quite worried. At this point, Ritchie had noticed that his brother had stopped and started talking to someone Ritchie had seen Steven hang around with a few times before. He told his Mom that he would be in soon and smiled a devilish smile before swaggering towards his younger brother. Karen duly walked a few houses up the street and then turned into her house’s front yard. “Anyway, I had better be going.” Steven could see Ritchie walking over and wanted to get away. He could see the look on Ritchie’s face and knew that hanging around would not be good for him. “Going?” Charlie repeated, “But where have you been? When are we going to see you again?” “I don’t know. Look, I have to go!” Steven was getting desperate and practically shouted at his friend as he started walking past Charlie’s bike. “Whoa, where are you going, little bro?” Ritchie roughly put his arm around Steven’s shoulder and stopped him just as he was standing next to his friend, “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” Steven scowled. He knew Ritchie had no interest in who Steven was talking to, and yet he had to play along or risk Ritchie exposing his secret. “Charlie… This is my brother Ritchie.” Steven said flatly. He tried to pull free of Ritchie’s grip but Ritchie used his superior strength to hold Steven in position. Steven was feeling really nervous and wanted to get away, he would have done anything right then to be able to wriggle out of his brother’s arms. “Hi Ritchie.” Charlie said slowly. This was strange, Charlie already knew who Ritchie was. Ritchie had never been interested in Charlie before. “So what were you two talking about?” Ritchie asked. He did his best to pretend to be enthusiastic, he could feel Steven cringing and trying to pull away but Ritchie made sure his brother stayed rooted to the spot. “I was just asking where Steven had been.” Charlie replied as he turned back to Steven. “Ah yes!” Ritchie chuckled slightly, “It’s a great story! Steven, why don’t you tell your friend where you have been recently.” “I… I…” Steven could feel his face blushing. He wanted to run away but his stronger older brother held him in place. What could he say? With Ritchie right next to him he couldn’t even lie. “Go on, Steven.” Ritchie said patting Steven hard on the back, “Unless you would prefer I tell him…” Steven was frozen. His breathing was ragged and he couldn’t seem to move his arms or legs. He could feel Charlie’s confusion as he stared at Steven, why wouldn’t he look away? “He’s so shy!” Ritchie said, “Not to worry. I’ll tell you.” Steven hesitantly turned his head to Ritchie. He was pleading with him through his eyes to not tell Charlie what was happening. At that moment he would do anything to hide the truth. “Steven decided to play a prank on me a few weeks ago.” Ritchie began, “And needless to say it was perhaps a little more serious than a prank… More like assault.” Steven couldn’t believe that Ritchie was telling someone about what had happened. He wanted the ground to open up, but instead he was forced to just stand there and stare open-mouthed at Charlie as Ritchie relayed the whole sordid affair to him. “So anyway, to cut a long story short Steven is now being punished for what he did. He isn’t getting out of the house much.” Ritchie concluded. Steven suddenly felt relief crash over him like a wave. Ritchie had not gone into specifics, Steven had a chance to make sure no one ever knew what had happened. “Oh, OK. Well when does the punish-” Charlie began. “Do you smell that?” Ritchie suddenly interrupted as he sniffed the air in an exaggerated way. Steven was confused, he sniffed the air but nothing seemed unusual. From the confused look on Charlie’s face, he guessed that Charlie had no idea what Ritchie was talking about either. Steven just wanted to leave this awkward situation. “Hold on. Need to check something.” Ritchie said as he turned to Steven. Steven didn’t react fast enough. It dawned on him too late as to what was happening, he watched in shock as Ritchie suddenly grabbed the sides of his shorts and yanked them down. Steven’s wet diaper was exposed to the world, and Steven felt like his stomach had dropped with the shorts. “Better check my little brother hasn’t filled his diaper again.” Ritchie said casually as if checking an 18-year-old’s diaper was a normal thing to do. Steven let out a small yelp of horror as he felt Ritchie pull the back of his diaper away from his skin to see if he was messy. Steven was clean, of course he was clean, Steven knew his brother knew that too but it was an excuse to humiliate him. “What the hell!?” Charlie nearly fell of his bike as he stared at his friend’s crotch, “Is that a… Is that a… Steven, what is going on?” Steven couldn’t respond. His knees felt weak and Ritchie’s arm was the only thing keeping him upright. Steven just shook his head as his mouth failed to form any kind of response, the tears that never seemed far away started rushing to the front of Steven’s eyes. He looked up and down the street to see if anyone else was seeing this embarrassing exposure, it was with despair that Steven saw several people up and down the street turning to see what the commotion about. “Oh, Steven didn’t tell you?” Ritchie asked in mock surprise, “My little brother has had some problems staying clean and dry lately. Me and Mom have had to put him in diapers because he keeps wetting and messing himself like a baby.” Ritchie let go of Steven’s diaper but didn’t pull his shorts up. He smiled maliciously at Steven. “Revenge is a bitch.” Ritchie whispered as he leaned in close to Steven. The street was quiet but Ritchie could tell that other people had seen what was going on. The secret was out. “Oh my God.” Charlie mouthed. The sides of Charlie’s mouth twitched upwards as he recovered from the shock slightly, “It’s wet too!” “Yes, little Stevie just isn’t ready for big boy pants yet.” Ritchie responded sadly. He acted like a father who was trying to potty train a difficult child. “I have to show they guys!” Charlie laughed as he pulled out his phone and held it up. Steven uselessly shook his head again and felt the tears in his eyes fall down his cheeks. He started sobbing again. He desperately tried not to cry like an infant but he couldn’t help himself as Charlie took pictures from several angles. Charlie and Ritchie laughed at the humiliation. Steven finally felt Ritchie’s grip loosen. He didn’t even stop to think, Steven started waddling towards home just down the street. He was so desperate to get out of the public eye that he didn’t even pause to pick up his shorts. Waddling down the street towards home and being hampered by his shorts, Steven was chased by the mocking laughter and catcalls of his brother and friend. “Mommy! Mommy!” Steven wailed as he rounded the garden gate and headed into the house. Steven just wanted to get away from the scary and unwelcome world. He needed the safety of his Mom and his nursery. He was desperate to go back to the comforts he had grown used to. --- The rest of the day was spent recovering from the horror of the morning. Steven just turned his brain off and went through the motions as he considered the fact that he could never go back to the life he had before. Charlie would no doubt be circling the stories and pictures. Even as Steven sat in his nursery with his pacifier and a teddy bear, he knew Charlie would be telling everyone. He would be the source of all rumours, his terrible secret would be known to everyone in town. There was no way to recover without leaving the area and he had no way to do that. His shock and horror was not helped that evening when, as he was spoon fed a couple of jars of bland baby food, Ritchie announced that he felt like he was free of the effects of the messaging. He smiled as he told Mom that he felt normal again. Whilst they hugged and celebrated, Steven just fumed in the highchair. His social life was over but just like usual, Mom had sided with Ritchie and Steven was supposed to be happy for him. If ever there was a silver lining, it would be that it would surely allow Steven a chance to grow up again. He had held on to this hope ever since he noticed Ritchie improving, when Ritchie was free of any regression effects there would be no point in continuing the cruel punishment. “Well then, Ritchie, if you’re really feeling better.” Mom said as she stood up to clear away the plates, “Maybe you would like to change Steven for bed?” “I would love to.” Ritchie replied with an innocent smile, “Anything to help you out Mom.” As soon as Mom had turned towards the kitchen, Ritchie’s gaze fell on Steven and his face went from innocent smile to twisted smirk. Ritchie stood up and walked around the table. “Come on, little one!” Ritchie said in syrupy baby tones, “Let’s get you changed.” Steven scowled as his high chair restraints were undone. Ritchie lifted Steven on to his unsteady legs on the floor, and grabbed his hand to lead him towards the stairs. This was the worst, Steven thought. This must surely be as bad as things could ever get. There was no possible way things could get worse. He trooped up the stairs behind his brother and sulked as he realised Ritchie was going to milk this for all it was worth. Embarrassing him as much as possible. It wasn’t fair! Steven never humiliated Ritchie, just helped him when he needed it. Steven suddenly came up with a wicked idea as he waddled around the corner to his nursery. He stopped on the spot and squatted down, scrunching up his face he pushed down with all his tummy muscles. If Ritchie was going to make this difficult for Steven it seemed only fair that Steven returned the favour. “Steven what are you… No!” Ritchie suddenly realised that Steven was filling his diaper right before his change. The smile on Steven’s face made sure Ritchie knew that it was on purpose. Steven didn’t really need to go but as he pushed down with his muscles, he forced out a small amount of poop that dropped snuggly into the seat of his diaper. It was far from the huge messing that he had been accused of doing on purpose a few days ago. But it was enough that Ritchie would have to deal with it. It was a very small act of defiance. Ritchie grumbled as Steven stood up again. Ritchie pulled his younger brother to the changing table and helped him to get up and lay down on it. Steven’s messy diaper squelched against the changing table and made his small accident slightly worse. Steven smiled. It was a tiny thing to do, an almost meaningless protest, but Steven felt like a small victory was still a victory and he would take what he could get at the moment. “Gross…” Ritchie moaned as he set about wiping his brothers behind, “I can’t believe you did that.” Steven couldn’t suppress a small giggle from escaping his mouth. Forcing his brother to clean his messy bottom was a small victory to end a terrible day on. “Oh, good you haven’t put him down yet.” Both boys turned to see Karen in the doorway, “Wait… Did he mess himself again?” “Yep.” Ritchie replied through gritted teeth as he scraped the last of the sticky poop off of his brother’s butt, “Just as we got in the room. Looked like he did on purpose too, he laughed as he did it.” “Well, I was just about to come in here with a pretty big decision. Maybe, the choice has already been made…” Karen said thoughtfully. Steven felt his legs lifted as the old diaper was slid out and folded up and a fresh diaper was placed under him. He was only half paying attention to what was going on, having had so many diaper changes at this point it really didn’t bother him much anymore. Both his mother and brother had frequently seen him naked by now. This was the first time he was being changed by Ritchie but was that really a big deal? “What’s up, Mom?” Ritchie asked as he sprinkled some powder over Steven’s crotch. “When I found out what Steven had done to you.” Mom started saying. Steven perked up a bit and started paying some more attention, “I promised myself that when you were back to normal that we would then talk about ending the punishment of Steven.” Steven eyes jumped wide open as he felt his heart flutter with joy. Could this really be the end of this nightmare? Steven looked up at his brother’s face as Ritchie pulled the front of the diaper up and began smoothing it out. Steven noticed that Ritchie looked suddenly annoyed, clearly Ritchie wasn’t too happy with the idea of allowing Steven to get out of diapers. “But I think it would only be fair if the person who got to decide what happens next… Is you, Ritchie.” Karen continued. Steven’s face turned from one of joy to one of horror. His brother, the brother he had done such damage to, the one who been increasingly taunting towards Steven as he recovered, that same brother would get to choose what would happen next!? “Mom… You can’t let-” Steven began to say. “Quiet, Steven. I have made my mind up. You lay there and let Ritchie finish diapering you.” Karen said shortly to her younger son. Steven lapsed into silence as Ritchie slowly taped Steven into the new diaper. He tried to study his older brother’s face for some sign of what he was thinking but all he could see was someone in intense thought. Steven thought back to all the times he and his brother had fought each other growing up. The pranks, the tricks, the mean words and the fights… There was rarely peace between them, they were so different. Then everything in the last couple of months happened, the regression and revenge went beyond typical sibling rivalry. What he had done to his brother had crossed the line a long time ago. “I’m sorry.” Steven whispered to his brother with a voice restricted by fear and emotion, “Please… Forgive me.” Ritchie looked at Steven and then placed the last tape of his diaper. As he thought about it, Karen took Steven and led him back to the crib. She put the side up and Steven eagerly crawled to the bars to look at his brother who seemed to wrestling with a decision. “Ritchie?” Karen asked. She walked over and put her arm around her older son, “Whatever you choose, I will support you. If I’m totally honest all this stuff has reminded me how much I miss having you guys in diapers.” Ritchie chuckled slightly. He looked up to see his padded and fearful brother and then looked back at the floor. He bit his lip as he continued thinking. Ritchie still had Steven’s last diaper in his hand. It was all balled up but Ritchie could see some of the discolouration, he could feel the extra weight that had been added by his petulant brother deliberately pooping himself. There was a minute of near silence and it was getting unbearable for Steven as he waited for a verdict like an accused man at court. “Steven tried to hurt me permanently…” Ritchie started. “NO!” Steven shouted. It was never meant to be permanent. He would have helped him recover… Eventually. “Quiet.” Ritchie responded forcefully as he looked up and locked eyes with Steven. “If Mom had never found those files on your computer you would have left me regressed, a shell of my former self.” Ritchie continued. Steven shook his head furiously but otherwise remained impotently quiet. “Watching you intentionally mess yourself just before I had to change you made me realise how petty and childish you are. I don’t think you have learned your lesson at all.” Ritchie accused. Steven felt a tear run down his cheek as he shook his head slowly. This couldn’t be happening, if he knew his Mom would give Ritchie this choice tonight he would never have messed himself like he did. He would never have done half of the things he had done. “So…” Ritchie continued, “I think Steven’s punishment should continue. I think he should be left like this for quite a while yet.” “Are you sure?” Karen asked as Steven started sobbing gently. “Yes.” Ritchie said shortly, “He wanted to take my future away. So I think he should be left until I get my future back, until I finish college.” Steven’s mouth dropped open. That would be three years at the very least! Surely they weren’t going to leave him like this for that long. That would be unthinkable torture. Steven looked to his Mom, his last line of defence. “Ok, Sweetie.” Karen said, “Steven will be the baby until you decide to let him grow up.” Karen and Ritchie hugged as Steven burst into fresh tears. He felt the front of his diaper warming as his bladder emptied without him having any say in it. After a few seconds, Karen and Ritchie started walking out the room. “Wait!” Steven yelled desperately as they were going to close the door. Karen and Ritchie stopped and turned to face the young man in the crib. “You can’t do this!” Steven begged desperately through his tears, “You can’t leave me like this for that long.” “We can.” Karen corrected him, “And we will. Don’t forget, I still have the evidence of what you did to your brother.” Karen and Ritchie turned to leave again. They were nearly through the door which was closing on Steven’s hopes and dreams. “Wait!” Steven yelled again. He was desperate, he knew he wouldn’t change their minds but he felt like he would go mad if left like this. He had one last idea. If he was going to be stuck like this or a long time, maybe there was one way he could soften the blow. “What?” Karen said impatiently. “Use the messaging…” Steven said quietly. His head dropped and the tears ran down his cheeks. “Excuse me?” Karen asked unsure of if she heard her son correctly. “The mobile… With the programming on it… Use it on me.” It pained Steven to ask for his own re-programming but surely it would be better to just let himself regress rather than fighting this impossible battle for years to come. “I couldn’t do that.” Karen replied with a look of concern. “If you are going to keep me like this… Please, just do me this one thing.” Steven asked again, “You saw Ritchie when he was little. Yeah, it wasn’t perfect but he was OK with it. I would rather be like that than tortured every day.” Karen stared at her son for a few seconds and then slowly nodded her head. She sent Ritchie to get the mobile which he did. She attached it above the mobile slowly and looked at Steven. “It isn’t forever.” Karen said sternly, “You will be punished until Ritchie sees fit to let it end.” Steven nodded with apprehension as he eyed the mobile with worry. Slowly Steven laid down on top of his cover, his crinkling underwear rustling in the otherwise silent room. He still felt tears falling from his face but the sobs were silent. He closed his eyes and prepared for what was to come, he knew it would take a little while to kick in and who knows what effects would last from long term exposure. He was soon to find out. Karen leaned over the railings and, with one last look at Steven, she switched on the mobile and left the room. Closing the door behind her she sighed deeply and looked at Ritchie who was standing on the landing waiting for her. “He will be punished for as long as you wish.” Karen told Ritchie, “Just like I promised.” Ritchie nodded and hugged his Mom. After he let her go he walked to his bedroom, the room that had once been Steven’s and quietly closed the door. Sitting on his bed, Ritchie didn’t move for a little while. He waited until he heard his Mom pottering away in the kitchen downstairs. He knew he was alone, Steven couldn’t leave the crib even if he wanted to and Ritchie would hear his Mom coming from a mile away. Ritchie took a deep breath and reached down between his legs. With sweaty palms he reached around until his hand found a soft plastic. He grabbed it hungrily and pulled it out, looking around slowly to make sure he was alone. Ritchie pulled the plastic underwear out and held it up to his body. One of the diapers that he had been forced into, one of the diapers Steven was currently wearing in the crib as he was brainwashed. He looked at it in wonder, such a simple thing had developed such an attraction. The diaper was smooth, white and full of little pictures of little toys and balloons and with the classic wetness indicator strip running from front to back. Ritchie hugged the diaper to his chest and breathed in its slightly babyish scent. He closed his eyes and smiled as he laid himself down on the bed. He definitely felt completely adult again but something drew him to these diapers. Ritchie knew that despite being fully able to control his bladder properly, the diapers he had grown to love would still play a large role in his life. Epilogue The church was hot and stuffy. Ritchie fiddled with his suit as he watched dozens of people file in around him. He could barely believe this was happening, it was amazing how life can change so much in such a short period of time. It was three years since Ritchie had experienced that crazy period in his life which almost felt like a dream now. In the last three years Ritchie had gone away to college and earned himself a degree in “Sports and Business Management” and then returned home. Linda had attended the same college and her degree in nursing meant she was already highly sought after even though she had very limited experience. It had been a local university so Ritchie had stayed at home, something he had been thankful for because it meant he had a constant supply of diapers. Every now and then he would take a few and no one was any the wiser. Despite the passage of time, Ritchie’s insatiable love affair for the disposable underwear remained as strong as it ever was. There was a great deal of guilt and shame though. He felt completely unable to tell anyone about this side of him, even his family and Linda were in the dark. How could he tell them, after everything that had happened it would just be too weird. He had spent a majority of his free time in the last three years with Steven. He watched as his brother slowly relinquished control and slipped back into an infantile state. Ritchie was fascinated to see how Steven went from resistant adult to hopeless infant. He had even begun to enjoy looking after him, the nights where Mom went out and Linda came over to help Ritchie babysit were the best. “Knock, knock…” Linda said as she walked into the room with a big smile on her face. “Whoa! It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!” Ritchie replied with a grin. He knew that neither of them believed in that luck nonsense. Linda walked over to Ritchie and laid a big kiss on him. Holding him tightly she sighed as she felt his strong arms envelop her. They stayed very still for a few seconds, both of them dressed in their wedding clothes, and both feeling each other’s rapid heartbeats. “I saw your family out there in the front row.” Linda whispered as they hugged, “Steven looks so sweet all dressed up!” “Yeah…” Ritchie replied rather airily. “What’s wrong?” Linda asked as she pulled away slightly. “I just feel bad; you know?” Ritchie said as he turned to mirror he was looking at before Linda came in, “I left him to that treatment for three years. Every other week Mom would ask if I wanted to end it and I just kept saying no.” “He would have done the same.” Linda replied softly, “You know that.” Ritchie didn’t reply. He had let the punishment go on far too long and by the time he had agreed it was time to stop it had been a very long time since Steven had fully regressed. It had been six months since they ended the messaging and it had taken a lot longer for Steven to recover. He had been little more than an infant for so long that as they started trying to raise him again they had to teach him so much more than Ritchie had to learn. Ritchie remembered the growing process for himself and how frustrating it could be to have to wait for the recovery to progress. He couldn’t imagine how it felt for Steven but was relieved when after a long period without any change, Steven finally began to show signs of adulthood again. He had helped his Mom as much as possible in the growing process for Steven but it was a lot harder than it had been for Ritchie. “I’ll see you at the altar.” Linda said as she gave Ritchie one last squeeze before leaving the room, “I love you!” Ritchie took a deep breath and continued to look in the mirror. Fixing his tie and making sure his shirt was tucked in, he sat down and listened to the chatter from the assembled crowd. He felt some nerves about the ceremony but he was certain that this was what he wanted to do. Ever since Linda had stayed with him through his tough times, when it wasn’t certain he would recover, he knew that he wanted to marry that woman. As soon as college was done with he had proposed and got Linda to the altar as fast as he could. There was another knock on the door. Ritchie turned away from the mirror again as he shouted that whoever it was could come in. “Hewwo.” Steven cursed himself and cleared his throat, “Hello.” “Hi…” Ritchie replied with uncertainty. Steven was dressed up in a suit like everyone else. The only difference, and it was a fairly obvious one to Ritchie, was the bulges around his waist showing the thick diaper that he was wearing. Ritchie could see the small chain around Steven’s neck as well, he knew it was attached to a pacifier hidden under the shirt. The atmosphere was frosty. This had been Mom’s idea. Ritchie had planned to use one of his long term friends as best man but Karen had said it would be great if Steven was the best man. Ritchie was unsure but Karen had insisted, she wanted to mend the broken bridge between the brothers. She wanted them all to be a family again, there were definitely still tensions there but Ritchie had to admit that he and Steven had grown a little closer once they had started talking properly again. “How are you?” Ritchie asked his younger brother as he picked up the flower that he planned to wear in his suit jacket pocket. “I’m fine.” Steven said shortly, “All ready?” Steven was doing his best to forgive and forget. He had recovered extensively from his three years of baby treatment, he had learnt to talk and walk again and had very slowly gained back most of his motor functions. The one thing he continued to have trouble with was his potty training. Despite it being half a year since the messaging ended, he still required diapers full time. “Yeah, I think so.” Ritchie said as he took a deep breath. It was only a few minutes to the start of the ceremony now. The two men fell silent as they adjusted their clothes in preparation of heading down the aisle. Steven heard himself crinkling in the silent room and he blushed a little bit, despite not being able to stop himself using his diaper, he had regained the feelings of shame of needing them. “Are you, erm, going to be OK for the ceremony?” Ritchie asked as he watched Steven in the mirror’s reflection. “I don’t know…” Steven reluctantly admitted. Ritchie nodded slightly and turned around. He walked over to his little brother and stuck his hand down the waistband of Steven’s pants. He was damp but not completely soaked. Steven turned his head away as his face went deep red. “You’ll be fine.” Ritchie confirmed, “Will just need a change before the party.” Steven nodded silently. There was something that had been burning a hole in him for a long time, something Steven had promised he would say to his brother before the ceremony but had left to the last minute. “Ritchie…” Steven said slowly as he searched for the correct words, “I just wan-” “Ready when you are!” The door to the room suddenly opened and an elderly man who worked at the church stuck his head to let the boys know it was time, “Oh my… Sorry to interrupt!” Steven and Ritchie looked at each other confused as to why the old man had suddenly got a very shocked look on his face and walked out of the room before either boy could say anything. It then dawned on both boys exactly what had caused such a reaction. Steven and Ritchie looked downwards and realised that Ritchie’s hand was still down Steven’s pants and exposing the top of his diaper! Ritchie pulled his hand rapidly away from Steven’s crotch and covered his mouth in shock. He had not meant to expose his younger brother’s secret, nor did he want to be caught in such a compromising position. “Oh God, Steven, I’m sorry!” Ritchie gasped. Steven felt the shock wearing off slightly and slowly his face turned into a smile. He started giggling and before he knew it he was laughing loudly, the image of the elderly man’s shocked face causing him to double over with laughter. Ritchie started laughing as well and soon both of them were wiping tears of laughter from their eyes and the tension that had been choking the room evaporated completely. Eventually both of the brothers composed themselves and Ritchie was just about to walk through the door into the main hall to start the ceremony when Steven grabbed his arm and stopped. “Ritchie.” Steven started again. This time he was more certain of what he wanted to say and he looked up to his slightly taller brother. “Yes?” Ritchie asked as he wiped his eyes with a tissue. “It’s long overdue.” Steven said, “But I want to apologise to you so much for what I did it. It was terrible and I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t expect you to forgive and forget but I just want to apologise, truly, from the bottom of my heart.” Ritchie was rather taken aback. It was very sudden and almost seemed to come out of left field. What made the apology even stranger to Ritchie was that he felt he should be the one apologising to Steven. It was still uncertain if Steven would ever get out of diapers again. “No, Steven.” Ritchie replied, his face suddenly looking a lot more serious, “I want to apologise to you. What you did sucked but I went way overboard in response, I left you getting messaged for far too long and… Well, any lasting effects you may have are my fault. I’m so sorry for being so vindictive.” Both boys felt very emotional at that moment, they had never been so close. It was like a huge weight had lifted. Steven nodded and then found himself lunging forward and wrapping his brother into a huge hug. They stayed together for another minute or so as they hugged and composed themselves. Both of them wiped their eyes as they pulled apart. “I’m not supposed to cry until I see Linda in front of everyone.” Ritchie said with a chuckle. Steven giggled slightly. As he did so he felt the front of his diaper warm slightly but he barely paid attention to it, it was hardy an uncommon occurrence these days. “Let’s go.” Ritchie said. Steven nodded and let his big brother put his arm around his shoulders. They walked into the main room together and saw dozens of smiling faces turn around to watch the groom-to-be and his best man take up their positions. It had been a very strange period for both of them. They had both been through things they thought impossible, they were both still reeling from the effects and they had been hard on each other. But now, as Ritchie prepared to join himself to Linda, the two brothers were closer than they had ever been. A chapter of their lives was ending and a whole new chapter was about to begin.
  8. How old are you, Ben?
  9. Thanks for the feedback and I understand your complaints. In terms of the characters acting how they acted... Linda was/is extremely upset with Steven still. Linda cares about Ritchie a lot, they love each other, and Steven threatened the health and well-being of her boyfriend with what he did. In her eyes she might have lost Ritchie forever so she has strong feelings against Steven. The whole story takes place over only a few weeks so for the characters this is all very recent and very raw. Linda acted the way she did because she hasn't forgiven Steven and thinks he deserves more and harsher punishment. As for Ritchie... He has been slowly recovering and as he has got better he is gaining his cognitive abilities and is also pretty mad about what his brother did to him. Way back at the start of the first story I spoke about the two of them never being close and Ritchie always seeming to dominate Steven in terms of privileges at home and being a more forceful personality, a bit of a bully even. Ritchie's decision to lie was a mixture of showing his recovery, showing that he was feeling more "grown up" than Steven and taking the power back and lastly, perhaps some scheming with his girlfriend that also suggested a more grown up frame of mind. These were the character motivations and I hope they work for most people reading! If you do not like where the story is headed that is fine, sometimes stories don't go how we wanted or expected so there is no hard feelings if you decide to stop reading or anything. I would suggest that with only one part left, perhaps it would be worth reading just to see if what happens can put this part into some context and perspective Sorry for the essay... I just enjoy discussing character motivations! Thanks for the kind words, those that have left them (and thanks for the criticisms as well!) the final part will be posted towards the end of this week
  10. Asking for some suspension of disbelief here! I imagined it in my mind to be that the Mom is in shape and both the kids are relatively slim and Steven being quite short as well. Is it realistic? Maybe not completely. But I don't think it is totally out of the realm of possibility The next and last (actually, definitely the last part since it is officially finished!) will be posted here soon