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Subliminal Baby 3

By Elfy

Steven stared up from his crib at the mobile that was spinning slowly and playing it’s tune. He knew that he couldn’t hear his own voice reading out instructions but it felt like, if he really concentrated, he could hear a word or two every now and then. It was rather spooky to think that this mobile was going to have a profound impact on his life. Half of him hoped it wouldn’t work and the other half, remembering he could be left like this for a long time to come, thought it couldn’t start working soon enough.

It had been a few days since Steven had begged his mother to start playing the tape for him but he couldn’t say he noticed much difference. His control had been slipping before the subliminal stuff had started and it didn’t seem to have become much worse in the last few days.

Arguably the worst part of the next few days was the way his mom and brother looked at him. They seemed to be just as expectant as he was regarding the changes and he got annoyed about the way they looked at him and the way they were talking about him when they thought he couldn’t hear them.

The first hint that something had changed was very subtle. One day, after being taken out of his crib following his afternoon nap, Karen, Steven’s mom, had left him on the floor of the bedroom as she went to start running a bath for him.

Steven had looked to the side and seen some small toy racing cars. Without really giving any thought to what he was doing, Steven crawled sideways and sat on his wet rear. He reached down and began moving the cars. In just a minute or two he had become totally immersed in his game, he had devised ideas for racing tracks, he wanted to have a championship for all his cars, Steven of course would drive the fastest one!

As Steven looked at the little cars he smiled and imagined himself on the winner’s podium in front of a huge crowd of cheering fans. He pictured himself holding up a trophy and…

Steven was suddenly brought back to reality when he heard his mom clear her throat. He looked up as the crowds melted away to see Karen looking at him with a slightly perplexed look. Steven quickly stood up and followed his mother out of the room and into the bath where he was thoroughly cleaned.

It was rather scary to be brainwashed like this. Steven felt like maybe his brain was resisting a little harder than Ritchie’s had and that was why it was taking longer. He liked to believe that at least, with his battered pride being assaulted on all sides it was nice to think that at least his mind had been a little stronger.

“Please, Ritchie…” Steven said to his brother one morning after breakfast, “I’m sorry. Please!”

“No.” Ritchie replied quickly and simply. He simply didn’t believe that his younger brother had learnt his lesson yet.

Steven knew the only way to stop this subliminal messaging from happening was if his brother stopped it. He felt his heart drop when Ritchie turned him down but he wasn’t surprised by it. After what he had done to Ritchie he didn’t expect to be allowed out of this hell for a while.

Ritchie’s girlfriend, Linda, seemed to take particular joy in the new status quo and obviously enjoyed Ritchie’s revenge on Steven. Most of the work of looking after Steven was done my Karen, Steven and Ritchie’s mother, but it really didn’t seem like she minded looking after Steven at all. Steven was a little worried and suspicious that if it were up to her he would never be allowed to be an adult again.

“Hey, Mom?” Ritchie asked just as Karen started gathering the cutlery up.

“Yeah?” Karen replied.

“Linda’s been bugging me…” Ritchie started as he looked at Steven, “Could we take the baby out to the park or something?”

Steven’s eyes flew wide and he uselessly shook his head. He had only been taken out twice since this whole mess had started. The disastrous shopping trip and the moment his friends all found out what was happening to him. The last thing he ever wanted to do was leave the house.

“That sounds lovely!” Karen replied with a smile a she walked out to the kitchen.

“Cool.” Ritchie smiled a cold smile that didn’t seem to reach his eyes. He looked at Steven with some satisfaction.

Steven was taken out of his chair and allowed to play in his nursery for a while. He didn’t know when this planned trip was going to be, one of the worst parts about this whole thing was how little control he had of his own life. He had no say on where he went or when he did anything, it didn’t take long for the mind to start getting used to this type of life. It soon became entirely normal for Steven to just not think or plan anything out, all he could do was react to circumstances.

As he sat down with his toys, Steven felt his diaper suddenly warm around him. His control had been slipping since even before the subliminal messaging had started but it had got much worse recently. Steven looked down as he felt the diaper warming but had no real way of stopping himself. It was like his brain had forgotten how to control his bladder. As much as Steven had expected this to happen, it was still very scary.

Ritchie burst into the room without knocking about an hour after Steven had started playing. He smiled down at Steven who looked up from the floor in shock and with a little fear.

“Looking forward to your day out?” Ritchie asked sarcastically as he walked into the room.

Steven shook his head. He hadn’t really lost his verbal skills but he found it a lot easier to just not talk these days. Like making himself speak would take a huge effort. He knew this was another symptom of the tape he was listening to every night but knowing about it didn’t help fight it when it seeped into your brain whilst asleep.

“Don’t be like that!” Ritchie continued. He walked forward and pressed the warm padding against his brother’s crotch, “Some fresh air will be great for you.”

Steven shuddered slightly. It was only more recently that he remembered the part of the messaging that made the diapers exciting. Even little touches like this made him tingle down between his legs.

“I guess I better change you before Linda gets here.” Ritchie said as he felt the wet padding.

“Mommy?” Steven asked. He blushed a little but he was trying to ask if Karen could change him. He felt even more embarrassed when it was Ritchie that changed him.

“Come on, Little Bro.” Ritchie said as he ignored Steven’s childish request.

Ritchie pulled Steven over to the changing table and Steven sighed as he climbed up with Ritchie’s help. Steven’s diaper crinkled loudly and was a constant reminder of his humiliating status.

Ritchie started pulling the tapes off of Steven’s diaper as soon as was laying on his back. He lowered the front of the wet padding and pulled the diaper out from underneath his brother. He smiled snidely as Steven’s penis twitched slightly. Ritchie remembered this well, he remembered the uncontrollable sexual arousal that came with the diapers thanks to the messaging. He didn’t do anything to help his brother out though.

Pulling out a clean and fresh diaper. A big and thick disposable diaper, white with little pictures on them, was unfolded. Ritchie lifted up his younger brother’s legs and slipped the diaper underneath him. When Steven’s legs were lowered again it was on to fresh and fluffy padding. It almost felt pleasant but Steven tried to hide that, he didn’t want to start appreciating this new type of underwear.

The diaper was rapidly pulled up between Steven’s legs and taped closed. Steven sighed sadly and quickly climbed off of the table after he felt the new diaper tightly taped together.

Steven stood very still as his brother started going through the drawers full of their “little” clothes. The clothes that were big enough for adults but styled like a baby. Steven shuddered at the thought of not only being taken out but also being taken out whilst dressed in any way like a baby. He could feel tears threatening to overwhelm him but he did his best to hide his emotions, he knew that it was the subliminal messaging making him overly upset.

“This looks good.” Ritchie eventually said as he turned around with an outfit picked out.

Steven felt his heart drop when he saw a bright yellow shirt with a popular children’s television show printed on the front and a pair of white shorts that looked like they would be too small even without the diaper underneath them.

“Lift your arms up.” Ritchie ordered.

Just as Steven did so there was a sudden noise downstairs. The doorbell rang and Ritchie immediately perked up. He dropped the clothes on the floor at Steven’s feet as his younger brother scowled at him.

“You can get yourself dressed, right?” Ritchie said as he walked towards the door, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Steven watched Ritchie walk out of the door and was thankful for some time alone, even if it was just a minute or so. Being able to dress himself was a very small victory, but a victory nonetheless. A good chance to prove that he was still an adult, a chance to do something for himself.

Picking up the infantile shirt, Steven lifted it up and suddenly paused.  He looked at it quizzically, he turned it around, he turned it upside down and he frowned as he tried to work out how these things work.

Steven felt his stomach drop and heat rising in his face as he realised he couldn’t remember how to put on the shirt. It was the simplest thing in the world, something he learned to do as a very young child… So why was he staring at this piece of clothing like it was one of the most complex things he had ever seen.

“Come on…” Steven said to himself in a panic, “This is easy.”

Steven’s memory was taken back to when he was regressing Ritchie and his brother came to him when he needed help with his diaper. Despite it being easy and something he had done countless times before, the subliminal messaging was forcing him to forget simple things.

Panic began to set in as Steven couldn’t sort this simple task out. He felt tears welling up in his eyes and as he tried to sniff them back they started to roll down his cheeks. He felt so useless, so helpless and he just wanted his Mommy to come and help him.

Steven threw the shirt on the floor in a fit of anger. He was frustrated with the whole world and he dropped to the floor. He sat down with his arms folded across his chest and started sobbing softly. He didn’t want any of this, he didn’t want to go out, he didn’t want to cry. All he wanted to do was stay at home forever.

“… and I said we could take him out an-” Ritchie stopped talking as he opened the door and looked at the scene in front of him. His younger brother was quietly crying next to the pile of clothes.

“Oh God.” Linda said as she followed Ritchie into the room, “What’s going on?”

“I have no idea…” Ritchie said to his girlfriend. He turned to his brother, “Steven? What’s wrong? Why aren’t you dressed?”

Steven took a few moments to catch his breath. He tried to calm himself now, he knew he was stupid to be this upset but his emotions were out of control. He tried to regain control of his breathing but it was incredibly difficult.

“I… I… Can’t remember…” Steven sobbed as he picked up the shirt again.

“You don’t remember how to get dressed?” Ritchie asked with furrowed brows.

Steven shook his head as he blushed. It didn’t help when Linda covered her mouth and started giggling.

“I remember that…” Ritchie said quietly to Steven, “Scary, isn’t it?”

Steven nodded his head quickly.

Ritchie helped Steven back to his feet and picked up the shirt. He fed it over Steven’s head and pulled it down. It stopped just below the waistband of the diaper he was wearing. Next, Ritchie held the shorts out and allowed his brother to step into them.

Once the shorts were around Steven’s ankles, Ritchie began pulling them up. It was a real stretch to get them over the thick diaper but eventually they got it over the top. Not that this was much of a relief for Steven, when he looked in the mirror it was very obvious how padded he was. The material of the shorts was pulled so tight that you could see bits of the diaper through it.

The shirt was no help. It barely covered anything and any slight movement pulled it up to show the waistband underneath. To put it bluntly, no one that saw Steven would be under any illusion as to what he was wearing. The colour drained from his face when he realised that he could be seen by a lot of people.

“Cute as a button.” Linda smiled.

Ritchie snickered beside her and nodded his head. He gave her a little kiss on the cheek and smiled. He grabbed Steven’s hand and pulled him, a little roughly, from the room and towards the stairs. He laughed when he heard Steven’s whimpers mixed with the obvious crinkling noises.

Ritchie put Steven’s shoes on for him whilst Linda headed into the kitchen and soon returned with a picnic selection of sandwiches and snacks to take with them. The fact that they seemed to be making this into a real day out was no comfort to Steven who watched with mounting trepidation. He was still preoccupied with the fact that he couldn’t remember how to dress himself and he was on the verge of panic when Ritchie pulled him to his feet, took him by the hand and led him out towards Linda’s car.

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The ride was far too short for Steven’s liking and they were soon pulling up at the local park. On this warm and sunny day there were a lot of people arriving to enjoy the wonderful day. From families with their children to teenagers playing football, the green area was very busy and Steven looked out of his car window with fear.

When Linda had parked the car, she and Ritchie got everything out of the vehicle. Their picnic basket full of food came out first followed by their blanket and the last thing they removed from the car was Steven.

As Steven stepped out into the sun he could feel his knees shaking in fear. He looked around at all the people and fretted about his embarrassing state of dress. Subconsciously, Steven pulled his shirt down to try and hide the waistband of his diaper. His shorts were bulging out at the front and back, he thought it was obvious but hoped it was just his mind playing tricks on him.

“Come on, let’s go have fun.” Ritchie said with a smile as he gave Steven a little push to walk in front of him.

The park was mostly a large green area with some goal posts for soccer and hoops for basketball. At the far end of the space was a fenced in area that was full of swings, slides and other apparatus. This area itself was split into two with climbing frames for older kids in one area and much smaller pieces in the one next to it for younger children.

Steven could see the fenced in playground from a long way away and he dreaded the sight. He knew that Ritchie and Linda would likely take him there. They wanted him to suffer, they wanted to punish him for what he had done and what better place to humiliate him than over there where people were more densely populated.

Already, just from walking across the green area, Steven could tell that people were looking at him. He blushed a little bit as he tried to look down at his waist without making it obvious. Was his diaper showing? Could people tell?

As they approached the fence, Steven felt a sudden warmth spreading across the front of the padding. Belatedly, he realised that his bladder had given way and he was wetting himself, he didn’t try to stop it.

As Steven looked forward at the two halves of the playground he wondered which side would be worse. He could either be taken to play with the older kids who, if they found out he was diapered would tease him mercilessly. The alternative was to be put with the young kids, some of whom might also be diapered, where he would stick out like a sore thumb.

Perhaps predictably, Ritchie and Linda pointed Steven to the younger end of the playground and as Steven walked through the gate he became very self-conscious. He could see a lot of parents looking at him strangely and he was getting a few strange looks from the children as well.

“Why don’t you go play in the sand?” Linda suggested as she bent down in front of the 18-year-old. She began to remove his shoes and socks, putting them in her bag she stood up with a malicious smile.

“Please, Linda…” Steven whispered, “I know why you are doing this, I’m sorry! I accept I need punishment but please not out here…”

“If you need us we will be over at the benches.” Linda said happily. She completely ignored the cringing boy’s pleadings.

Linda and Ritchie walked off together towards the benches that were clustered together a little way down the fence from the gate. Steven watched them go like a small child being abandoned and he felt extremely self-conscious. He looked around at all the screaming, running and crying kids and felt so out of place.

The sand pit which took up a large part of the play area was slightly sunken into the ground and gave Steven his only chance for a little relief from the humiliation of his current situation. He walked rather quickly to the edge of the pit and quickly sat down against the side. It was less obvious how out of place he was when sitting down and he decided that the only way he could get through this with as little humiliation as possible would be to try and blend in.

“He’s certainly getting some odd looks.” Ritchie said with satisfaction as he sat down on the bench and looked over to Steven.

“Indeed he is.” Linda replied as she sat down on the opposite side of the bench and began unpacking her bag, “Pass me the sandwiches, I’m starving.”

The two of them were sitting and enjoying the time together, chatting about anything that came to mind when there was a sudden interruption from an older woman on a bench next to the couple.

“Excuse me.” The older lady said as she leaned over, “Did you come in with the, well, older boy?”

“Yes, that’s Steven.” Ritchie replied, “My brother.”

“Don’t you think he is a little old to be playing with the babies?” The woman asked with a rather concerned look on her face.

“My brother is, how do I put it gently… My brother is a little… Slow.” Ritchie explained, “Physically he is much older but mentally he is still just a toddler.”

“Oh my!” The old lady covered in mouth, “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s fine.” Ritchie continued with the voice of a brother burdened by responsibility.

“You look after him?” The nosy woman enquired.

“Sometimes.” Ritchie replied with a small smile, “Gives Mom a break, you know? She looks after him most of the time.”

“How nice of you to give her a break!” The woman replied as she returned the smile, “Your brother is lucky to have you.”

“Thank you, and yes, I really care about him. I love to take him out when I get a chance.” Ritchie gave Linda a look that nearly caused the latter to burst out laughing.

The older woman was suddenly distracted as a crying child ran up to her in tears. He was babbling about falling over or something and Ritchie and Linda used the interruption as an excuse to stop the conversation and begin eating.

Steven sat in the corner of the sand and looked around at the dozen or so other kids in the large sand pit. Some were chasing each other, some were building castles and it looked like two of them were trying to build a tunnel in the sand.

Steven knew he was attracting strange looks and he couldn’t exactly blame the kids for that, he was clearly bigger than the rest of them. To try and stop any unwanted attention, Steven picked up a nearby plastic shovel and started digging a little hole in front of him. Maybe if he made it big enough, he could sit in and pretend he wasn’t there.

For five minutes, Steven dug a hole and tried to avoid getting sand in his diaper, he was doing alright and was happy that by digging and keeping to himself he seemed to be avoiding the gaze of all the other people around him. He took a quick break from his digging to look over and Linda and Ritchie at the picnic benches. They were clearly having a great time talking and laughing together, neither of them were glancing his way at all.

Suddenly, Steven felt the small shovel he had been using get snatched out of his hand.

“That’s mine!” Said a young boy who couldn’t have been much older than six-years-old. The kid looked angry and he was flanked by four other boys of a similar age.

“I’m… I’m…” Steven stammered as he tried to get his mind to click into gear.

“What?” The kid said.

“Sorry…” Steven whispered. He felt humiliated at being intimidated by someone so young and small “I didn’t know it was yours.”

“Do you know who I am?” The kid asked as he stepped closer to Steven.

Steven shook his head and lowered his eyes to the floor. He really hoped this bully wouldn’t notice his underwear or ask any embarrassing questions. Steven wished he would just go away.

“I’m Harry.” The boy said with a smirk, “And me and my friends run this place.”

Steven didn’t know what to see. He knew the kid obviously didn’t run the park but he didn’t want to antagonise Harry. Steven kept his eyes on the small hole he had dug.

“Are you ignoring me?” Harry asked accusingly. There was a hint of menace in his young voice.

“N-No…” Steven stuttered, “I ju-”

“How old are you?” Harry asked curiously. He was looking Steven up and down as if appraising him.

“I’m…” Steven had to think fast. He couldn’t say he was an adult, “Eight.”

“Eight!?” Harry repeated. He didn’t sound like he believed him, “You look pretty big for eight…”

Steven didn’t reply. Of course he looked big for an eight-year-old, he was eighteen after all!

“I think he’s lying to you, Harry!” One of the big kid’s friends said with a malicious smile, “You should teach him a lesson.”

“Maybe I should.” Harry said with a smirk. Just like in a cartoon, Harry hit the palm of his hand with his fist in a threatening manner. If Steven hadn’t been so worried he would have found it funny.

Harry reached out and shoved Steven on his shoulder. Steven’s shirt rode up a little and he quickly flattened it down praying that no one, least of all this bully, saw his humiliating underwear.

“Come on!” Harry said with a raised voice, “You think you’re a big kid?”

Harry shoved Steven again. This time it hurt a little bit and Steven, who was known to have a rather short temper, started wondering what he was allowed to do to defend himself against this little brat. Harry and his goons were laughing which was only making Steven more upset. Steven’s eyes were watering slightly and he noted with embarrassment that a large portion of the kids had stopped what they were doing to watch the trouble. Steven’s cheeks blazed pink.

“I don’t want any trouble.” Steven almost whispered. His voice was quiet from a throat constricted by shame and fear.

Again, Harry pushed Steven. This time he used both hands and even though Steven was sitting in the corner of the sandpit, he rather roughly bent backwards over the edge a little. It legitimately hurt, he had to defend himself one way or another.

Steven began getting to his feet. He was short for an eighteen-year-old but compared to these kids he was a giant.

As Steven got up he felt Harry’s hands push him again. This time Steven was off-balance and when the hands pushed into his chest he wobbled dangerously, his foot slipped into the hole he had been digging and he toppled over sideways. He landed heavily in the sand and for a moment just laid there as the crowd that had gathered gasped.

“Wow…” Harry said as he looked down at Steven, “Is that a diaper?”

Steven’s eyes flew wide and he looked down to see that his shirt was halfway up his chest and his shorts pulled down slightly.

At first there was a little whispering amongst the gathered masses and slowly they began to laugh. Steven looked around to all the young faces and saw their uncaring faces pointing and laughing at his misfortune.

“He’s wet too!” Shouted a kid in the circle who could see the discoloured wetness indicator.

“An eight-year-old in diapers!” Steven lost himself in laughter and doubled over as his friends kicked some sand at Steven, “This is just classic. I’m going to tell everybody!”

Steven felt the sting of tears flowing down the cheeks as she tried to pull his shorts up with a little difficulty. This was the worst moment of his life, he couldn’t imagine anything being worse than being bullied and laughed at my kids less than half his age.

“Leave him alone!” Came a young shrill voice that was running closer to Steven.

Steven managed to get his shorts up and looked around in time to see a young girl, younger than Harry for sure, come marching in front of Steven. She was in a pale yellow shirt and had a pair of overalls over the top.

“What do you want, sis?” Harry asked dismissively as he recovered from his laughing fit.

“Leave him alone!” The little girl repeated angrily. She stomped her foot for extra emphasis.

“Or what?” Harry asked threateningly as he leaned in closer to the young girl. For a second, Steven was afraid he was about to hit her too.

“Or I tell Mom!” The little girl said defiantly to her older brother.

“OK, OK…” Harry finally said as he backed off slightly. He was still wearing the grin of someone who had humiliated another in a fight, “Come on guys. We have better stuff to do than beat up babies.”

The little girl stood in front of Steven and stared at her brother until he had retreated to a safe distance. Once Harry was gone, she turned around to look at Steven who was sniffling as he sat in the sand. The diaper was still partly visible but at this point everyone knew he was wearing anyway.

“Hello.” The little girl said pleasantly, “My name’s Sammie.”

“St… Steven.” Steven hiccupped back. He was still trying to get his tears under control. Thank God Sammie had been here to save him from further embarrassment, although even needing saving was embarrassing enough.

“Do you want to play with us?” Sammie asked. She pointed over to a group of young girls a little way down the edge of the sandpit.

Steven’s initial reaction was to say no. The last thing he wanted to do was play in the sandpit, he didn’t want to take part in any of these baby games and he really wanted to avoid playing with any of the children.

But when Steven looked behind Sammie to the group of boys led by Harry and to the crowds of other kids, some of whom were still laughing at him, he suddenly felt like he would be safer in the group.

Steven nodded which prompted Sammie to smile at him. She motioned for her to follow him over to her friends and then began to walk off. Steven started to climb to his feet to follow but suddenly remembered how much taller he was than these kids, the last thing he wanted to do was draw even more attention to himself.

Falling to his hands and knees, Steven decided the best way to hide how big he actually was, was to crawl the short distance. He felt very self-conscious as he started shuffling along the edge of the sandpit on his knees and knew that sticking his padded rear in the air was doing nothing to hide it.

Steven tried to ignore the raised eyebrows and funny looks that Sammie was giving him as he made his way over to her group. Once he reached the small circle, Steven sat down in an empty spot and looked at the sand as he tried to ignore the judging looks from the other girls. It was clear that, unlike Sammie, the others were not enamoured to have the big baby playing with them.

When he felt his padding unexpectedly warm around his crotch again, he tried to hide his surprise at suddenly wetting himself. He certainly hoped he wasn’t going to suffer a leak.

For five minutes the girls dug in the sand and talked to each other as kids do. Steven just tried to blend in and ignore how stupid and out of place he felt. He noticed, out of the corner of his eye, that one of the little girls was taking much more of an interest in him. It seemed like she was dying to ask Steven a question but was working up the courage to do so. Steven ignored her and hoped that he would be left to dig his small tunnel in peace. He was getting really into this idea of connecting his tunnel to one of the girl’s tunnels, he was getting really absorbed in his task and, dare he say it, was enjoying himself.

“Why are you wearing a diaper?” The question suddenly seemed to cut the conversation in half. Silence fell as one by one everyone in the small group turned to look at Steven.

Steven looked up at the girl who had asked the question and could feel himself sweating, not just from the heat, but the brash openness of such an embarrassing question. A question that Steven had no easy answer for.

“I… I…” Steven struggled to think of an answer, “I just have to.”

“But why?” The curious girl enquired, “You are bigger than us. We don’t wear diapers anymore.”

Steven was feeling hot under the collar and thought about responding with a sarcastic “good for you” type reply but he bit his tongue.

“I just do.” Steven said quietly.

Almost as soon as Steven had finished his sentence he felt a slight pang in his bowels. He had to suppress the urge to just let go straight away, a learned response from his extended time in diapers. Normally he would just go when he felt the need but he couldn’t do that here. He had to wait until he was away from these kids.

“It’s OK.” Sammie said with a smile, “You can play with us no matter what.”

Steven smiled. He was grateful for the little girl’s open-mindedness, as embarrassing as all of this was at least he had someone on his side. It would have been a lot worse if he was on his own. Even so, that pressure in his bowels was not easing and it seemed to be quickly getting to the limits of what Steven could control.

Steven was left with a dilemma now. Did he stay where he was and hope his body could still control his bowels or did he try to hide somewhere and do what felt increasingly inevitable. He could run back to his brother but he knew that wouldn’t do a whole lot of good.

For another ten minutes the girls and Steven played normally. Steven grimaced occasionally from the cramps that came on but he was able to fight through them. The girls were all talking about some cartoon character that Steven had never heard of and he was sat in the circle just staying quiet and trying to avoid any and all attention.

Needing the small pink shovel that was on the other side of their little circle, Steven leaned forward to grab it. Almost immediately, Steven realised he had made a mistake.

Steven gasped as, without any effort on his part, he suddenly felt a small and soft turd push out between his buttocks and against the padding on the rear of his diaper. His eyes flew open as he felt the piece of poop get pinched off.

“Ok, OK, OK…” Steven repeated to himself quietly. It was embarrassing but it wasn’t a disaster, one small lump of poop wouldn’t be too bad for now. The smell would be minimal, Steven thought, it wasn’t even that uncomfortable.

“Are you OK?” Sammie asked.

Steven realised he was just motionless in the middle of their circle and had frozen like that.

“Yeah I’m fine. I just-” Steven was cut off as he tried to take another step towards the shovel.

As soon as Steven took another step he felt an irresistible urge to push and he couldn’t refuse his body’s request.

Steven was compelled to squat down slightly as he pushed down with his tummy muscles. Almost immediately he felt a torrent of semi-solid poop start pushing out of him and pushing the rear of his diaper outwards. He realised he was scrunching up his face as he pushed and judging from the sudden gasps from the girls, they were quite aware of what he was doing.

Steven felt another urge to push and a muffled fart was cut off by one last log that settled against the rear of the diaper. He finally stopped and opened her eyes.

Looking at the girls surrounding him, Steven could see looks of shock and revulsion. Some were turning away and dramatically holding their noses, others were already running off to tell friends or parents. Steven looked to Sammie and saw that even the girl that had defended him from the bully and been so nice was now looking at him like a disgusting and helpless baby.

“I’m sorry…” Steven choked out from his hands and knees. He could feel the tears falling from his eyes again and he couldn’t stop them, his shame was just too great.

None of the girls said anything, not even Sammie. Steven crawled away from the sand with the horrible lumpy feeling in his pants. He didn’t dare stand up, he just crawled all the way across the park. Everyone that he passed stopped to stare as the large baby cried all the way to his brother and Linda.

Steven could hear the silence that fell over everyone. They all stopped talking as they saw, and smelt, Steven crawling past them. The only sound was the occasional murmured comment from one of the onlookers. “He’s too big to be in diapers…”, “Has he pooped himself?”, “Wow, how embarrassing…”

Steven sniffled and sobbed all the way across the park. He could see Linda and Ritchie suddenly stop their conversation and look over due to the commotion that Steven was causing as he crawled across to them.

“Erm, Ritchie?” Linda said as she tapped her boyfriend on the arm and pointed to Steven.

“What?” Ritchie turned his head to see his brother, in tears, on the floor, “Oh, right.”

Ritchie smiled slightly as he saw his crawling brother. He wasn’t too surprised, he knew that Steven hadn’t emptied his bowels that morning and he was certainly hoping that his brother would embarrass himself right here in the park. To tell the truth, Ritchie was planning on staying until it happened.

“Did we bring a change?” Linda asked with a disgusted look as Steven crawled closer.

“Nope.” Ritchie replied as he tried to suppress his smile.

“Ugh.” Linda shook her head in disbelief, “So we have to drive back to yours with him like this? Great. If he makes a mess of the car, you are paying for it!”

Ritchie and Linda hurriedly packed away their picnic stuff and stood up. They moved towards the gate and held it open.

Steven watched them heading towards the exit and for a horrible second he thought they were just going to leave him in this park. When he saw his brother holding the gate open, Steven quickly turned and started crawling through the gate. He was still under the mistaken belief that anyone in this park may think he was actually much younger than he was.

Ritchie and Linda stayed ahead of Steven the whole way back to the car. Steven understood that neither wanted to be to near to him, he knew that neither of them wanted to have to smell him. Not even Steven wanted to smell Steven!

Steven felt completely humiliated and when he finally reached the car he was actually pleased that the public part of his embarrassment was over. Ritchie held the door open and Steven crawled in. As he turned around and sat down he let out a loud and high-pitched whining noise. Steven could feel the lumpy mess in his diaper squash and cover the few areas that had remained clean.

The drive wasn’t pleasant for anyone in the car. The windows were rolled down but it did little to stop the smell from permeating the vehicle. Linda drove as fast as she could to get back to Ritchie’s house whilst holding her breath as much as possible. Ritchie was torn between disgust and laughter; he was just glad that his brother was getting his just deserts.

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Loved seeing Steven and Ritchie back. Thrilled I still had a like to give it. Nothing has changed for poor Steven, still being humiliated at every possible opportunity.  I will definitely be looking forward to reading more. 

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Steven's public humiliation is finally over as he is taken home but his respite may be short lived. Ritchie has some big news for everyone and an offer to Steven may end up being his salvation.

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When they finally got home, Steven, still sobbing, ran to his mother and had to ask to get his diaper changed. He blushed at the disapproving look he received from his mother and was led past his giggling brother and up to his nursery.

“I should be going.” Linda said just as Steven was disappearing up the stairs. Steven looked behind him briefly as he saw Linda moving towards the door

“Hold on.” Ritchie replied. Steven saw his brother’s hand placed on Linda’s shoulder and stop her, “I want to talk to you about something.”

Steven didn’t know what was coming next. He was pulled by Karen around the corner and into the nursery and didn’t see what Steven had to say to his girlfriend. He didn’t really care though; he was more worried with his own situation. Steven couldn’t wait to be placed into a new diaper, as much as he hated them there was no doubt a clean diaper was preferable to a horrible and messy one.

“They really should’ve taken a change with them.” Karen said to no one in particular after lifting Steven on to the changing table, “It’s obvious you would need one.”

Steven scowled slightly at the suggestion that it was inevitable he would need a diaper change. Even if the accusation was true, it still stung for Steven to hear it.

It took a while for Steven’s very messy bottom to be wiped clean. He was getting used to being so exposed now but it was still humiliating for this to be necessary. As the filthy diaper was pulled out from underneath him, there was a sudden cheer from downstairs that gave both Steven and his mother reason to pause and look towards the door. With the new diaper below him, Steven was still fully exposed and wishing his mother would hurry up and finish changing him.

Footsteps rapidly ascended the stairs and the door to the nursery flew open. Ritchie came bouncing into the room jumping around and cheering like a football fan after his team had just won the championship.

“Ritchie?” Karen asked as she turned away from Steven, “What’s going on?”

“She said yes!” Ritchie yelled. He jumped forwards and wrapped his arms around Karen, spinning her around and laughing.

“Ritchie, put me down!” Karen shouted with a laugh, “Yes to what?”

Linda stepped into the room now with a big smile on her face and clear marks of tears that had come down her face. Everyone now seemed to be ignoring the semi-naked Steven who was still laying on the table and eagerly awaiting getting his new diaper taped on.

“We are getting married!” Ritchie yelled happily.

“Ooh! How wonderful!” Karen covered her mouth and ran forward to hug Linda.

The three of the adults excitedly talked and hugged. A few tears were shed and there was only one thing missing.

“Show me the ring!” Karen said to Linda excitedly.

“Erm, about that…” Ritchie said.

Karen grabbed Linda’s wrists and looked at her fingers, she was surprised to see no rings at all.

“No ring?” Karen asked confused.

“I’m going to go buy it at the weekend.” Ritchie admitted, “I was going to wait until next week to propose but after today I just felt like I had to do it now.”

“I’m so proud of you!” Karen smiled at her son and gave him a big hug.

Steven had been in many more humiliating positions but this might have been the most awkward that he had felt. As all the adults celebrated the proposal, Steven was still exposed to everyone with a diaper waiting to be pulled up between his legs.

As all the adults celebrated, Steven became increasingly annoyed at how ignored he was. He deserved some dignity! He deserved someone to finish his diaper change!

“Ahem…” Steven loudly cleared his throat so that the others in the room could hear him.

“Oh I’m sorry, Baby.” Karen said as she came back over to the changing table. She was still smiling broadly.

Steven snorted in frustration and saw Ritchie and Linda both giggling at him. Steven looked to the other side and straight at the wall as if it was the most interesting thing in the room.

“We’ll meet you downstairs.” Ritchie said to his Mom as he turned to the exit of the room, “We have a party to plan!”

Steven sighed as the new diaper was taped closed by his laughing mother. It felt like the world was leaving him behind. He was stuck in the diapers that he increasingly needed whilst everyone around him was getting on with their lives.

When he was lifted down from the table, Steven sighed again and followed his Mom down the stairs to join in the celebrations. He didn’t feel much like celebrating, all he had to celebrate was his worsening regression. He put on a brave face though. He had to convince his brother to let him start growing up and being miserable on their day would not help.

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Steven opened his eyes on the following Saturday with butterflies already flapping their wings in his stomach. He turned over and faced his nursery and felt the wet padding between remind him of his lack of control, it had been dry when he had been put down to sleep.

Usually Saturday’s were a day for fun and enjoyment but for Steven, this particular Saturday promised nothing but awkwardness and humiliation. Steven bit his bottom lip as he felt the warm padding caress his crotch, despite everything Steven quickly felt himself growing harder in his diaper. It was another consequence of the messaging he was falling asleep with each night. Most mornings he was waking up feeling excited and sometimes he couldn’t help himself, it was one of the few ways he got to enjoy anything these days.

The 18-year-old reached down and tried to put out of his mind what his Mom had told him the previous evening. Karen was heading out for the day with some friends which meant Steven would be left with Ritchie to babysit him. Ritchie had swiftly informed his brother that he was going out to buy the engagement ring for Linda that day. It was therefore obvious that Steven would be heading to the mall with his brother. A prospect that made him shiver.

Steven shook his head and tried to clear his thoughts. Whatever was going to happen later that day was going to happen, at least he could have a few minutes alone to enjoy himself.

A soft crinkling filled the room as Steven began rubbing himself. His hand quickly warmed up the plastic of the diaper but he barely noticed it as he massaged himself through the wet padding.

Steven closed his eyes and let his imagination run wild as he picked up the pace and tried to think of exciting images. He thought about that actress that he had always found attractive, she was powerful, dominant and sexy and in his mind, Steven imagined making out with her in his old bedroom.

“Mmm.” Steven moaned slightly as his dream actress pushed him backwards on to his bed with a seductive smile. Steven could feel his arousal going to greater heights.

His mind’s eye watched as the actress ran her hands down his body and began unzipping Steven’s jeans. Steven’s diaper rubbing was getting faster now and he began to lift his hips into his hands to create more friction. A silly smile crossed his face.

Steven saw the actress pull down his pants and he prepared himself for the pleasures that would follow. Steven could feel himself reaching the point of no return, his straining tool couldn’t take much more.

Steven’s imagination heard the tapes of his diaper being pulled off. As he began rubbing as hard and as fast as he could. He knew that his sexual fantasy had turned into him having his diaper changed but that was a common occurrence now, Steven’s mind was almost obsessed with the diapers he was always wearing.

“Ugh!” Steven pushed himself over the edge and he bucked his hips roughly as he emptied himself into the diaper. He gasped as he shot his load into the padding which was now quite distorted from his desperate search for relief.

The pleasant feelings of his orgasm soon subsided and Steven found himself fretting again. The day ahead was so scary that it occupied all of his thoughts when he wasn’t distracting himself. He just prayed that his brother wouldn’t do anything to purposely humiliate him, the day at the park was still front and centre of his memory.

Steven didn’t have to wait long for the day to get started. Just minutes after he had finished having his play time, the door to the nursery opened and Steven scampered to his knees and peered over the headboard of the crib. It was Ritchie who was striding into the room with a wide smile.

“Hello, Baby!” Ritchie said with excitement as he dropped the side of the crib, “Ready for your big day?”

Steven knew it was a hypothetical question so he didn’t bother to respond. He just scowled as Ritchie stepped aside and let Steven stand up next to the crib, Steven wobbled slightly on his increasingly unsteady legs but he steadied himself and walked over to his changing table.

Ritchie lifted his brother on to the table and pulled the tapes off of the diaper. It was after pulling the diaper out and giving Steven’s crotch a cursory clean that he paused and looked at his brother with pursed lips. It looked like he was mulling something over.

“I’ll tell you what…” Ritchie started as a smile crept over his face, “How would you like to grow up?”

Steven’s eyes lit up suddenly. These were the words he had been waiting for, he could hardly believe they were coming from Ritchie’s mouth. He nodded furiously in the affirmative.

“Thought so.” Ritchie said with a smile, “I have a challenge for you. If you pass, we will end all of this and go back to normal!”

Steven’s smile faltered a little. He wasn’t keen on the idea of a challenge; he knew that whatever game Ritchie rigged up it would be likely that Steven would draw the short straw. But a chance of ending this was still a chance to end this. Steven tentatively nodded again to encourage his brother to continue.

“OK, well, how about I put you in a pull up instead of a diaper?” Ritchie asked as he eyed the stack of adult sized pull ups on the shelf above the table.

Steven narrowed his eyes in suspicion. Obviously a pull up was much preferred to a diaper but what was the catch? What would he have to do to win the challenge?

“All you have to do is control yourself until we get back. As long as you don’t leak I will tell Mom to stop the messaging and everything.” Ritchie offered, “You can use the pull up. Just don’t leak.”

Steven took a deep breath and thought about what was being offered. He would be prepared to try anything to end this nightmare but would he be able to pass that challenge? It seemed really difficult, he had questionable control these days but surely it was worth a try. Maybe he would get lucky. Obviously the downside was potential embarrassment and leaking but that was hardly anything new.

Steven nodded his head to agree to the deal. As soon as he did so, Ritchie smiled broadly and stuck his hand out. The still half-naked Steven reached forward and shook hands, Ritchie’s strong grip made Steven wince a little but he smiled too. This was the chance he had been waiting for and he wasn’t sure if he would get another one.

Ritchie helped Steven down from the changing table and stood him on the ground. He picked up one of the pull ups and opened it up. The pull ups were rather grown up looking, clearly designed for people with small leakage issues, the padding was limited and Steven felt nervous looking at them.

With Ritchie’s help, Steven stepped into the pull up and allowed his older brother to pull it up around his waist. It snuggly fit around him and hugged his waist.

Ritchie even gave Steven some nice adult clothing. Steven was given a nice shirt and pants; he could hardly believe he was being treated so nicely. It would be impossible to tell that he was padded underneath his clothes and as Steven looked in the mirror he smiled. This look reminded him of the good times, the times where he was in control.

“I’ll meet you downstairs, little bro.” Ritchie said as he rubbed the top of Steven’s head.

Steven took a few moments to compose himself. When he moved he couldn’t hear any crinkling and after the last few weeks that felt very unusual. He almost felt naked without a diaper protecting him, he didn’t feel safe.

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Well we know from previous chapters that Ritchie did let Steven start growing back up but you can’t help but think there’s some sort of catch. I don’t think Ritchie is going to give in that easy. I am looking forward to reading more. 

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Ritchie helped Steven with his shoes and took him out to his Mother’s car. Ritchie had a license but no vehicle of his own and his Mom was granting him use of her vehicle for the day. Steven jumped into the backseat and into the car seat that his mother had installed some time ago. He sunk into the seat as Ritchie tightly strapped him in.

“Oh, one more thing.” Ritchie paused as he was closing the door. From his pocket he pulled out a baby’s bottle filled with apple juice and placed it between Steven’s legs. Ritchie winked and closed the door.

Steven’s first instinct was to pick the bottle up and start drinking it. He stopped himself before the latex teat touched his lips. If he wanted to stay dry, the last thing he wanted to do was take more liquid in. As Ritchie pulled out of the driveway to head to the shopping centre, Steven flung the bottle to the opposite side of the car. He wouldn’t handicap himself, he already knew that he would struggle with this challenge, he didn’t need to make it any harder for himself.

The drive to the shops wasn’t a particularly long one but to Steven it felt like hours had passed. He wanted, even needed, this trip to be over and done with as quick as possible. All he had to do was get back home with a pull up that wasn’t leaking, the shorter the length of time he spent out of the house the better.

Eventually, the car pulled up in an open car park and Ritchie let Steven out of the car seat. Steven blinked in the sunlight and looked around at the crowds of people heading to the shops that morning. Steven was surprised when all of a sudden, without any warning, a small amount of urine squirted into the pull up.

Steven gasped and looked down. It was only a small leak but he hadn’t had any idea it was about to happen. The padding dealt with the small leak quite easily but it showed how quickly Steven could lose control. He felt like a ticking time bomb and felt like he could blow at any moment. The warm spot in his pull up was a reminder of how tenuous his grip was.

“Everything OK, bro?” Ritchie asked when he saw Steven looking down at himself.

“Uh huh.” Steven said. He quickly looked away and tried to hide the fact that he was already wet. The last thing he needed was for Ritchie to check him in public or something.

“One more thing.” Ritchie popped open the trunk of the car and pulled out a backpack.

Steven watched as Ritchie handed the backpack to him. He slipped it on to his back without asking what was in it, he didn’t need to ask. Diapers and changing supplies rattled around the bag as the two boys began walking into town.

It seemed like the jewellery store that Ritchie was heading to was clear across the town. Every step Steven took made him feel vulnerable, the pull up didn’t fill the space between the thighs like the diaper did and that made Steven nervous. It was already wet and he knew that it wouldn’t take much more to make it leak.

“Here we are.” Ritchie said as he pushed open the jewellery store door.

The shop was a very classy establishment. It clearly had a regular clientele of richer people and the uniformed employees looked more like butlers than store workers. If Steven felt out of place before, now he almost felt like he had a spotlight on him.

“Good morning, Sir.” An older man in one of the uniforms walked over to Ritchie with a smile. His name tag revealed his name to be Cecil, “May I be of assistance?”

“Hello.” Ritchie replied, “Yeah, I’ve just got engaged and I’m looking for a ring.”

“Congratulations, Sir.” Cecil smiled, “What kind of budget are we operating on?”

“Well I’m not rich…” Ritchie admitted, “But I have some money saved up.”

As Ritchie and Cecil started talking about options for what Ritchie could buy and his financing options, Steven started to withdraw into his own world.

The pull up didn’t stay warm like his diapers usually did, Steven was already starting to feel uncomfortable as the pull up began to go cold. He found that his crotch felt a little itchy but Steven resisted the urge to adjust himself in case he damaged the material. Everything he was doing was to avoid leaking.

There was one thing that Steven couldn’t control though. With his bladder control so weak he knew that despite his best intentions if his body wanted to evacuate it’s bladder he would have very little option but to let it happen. It was a scary feeling to know that it could happen at any minute, he just wished that his brother would hurry up.

Ritchie was deep in conversation with Cecil over the merits of certain rings and Steven was pretty much ignored. He was stood behind them and impatiently tapping his feet. Steven looked around at the store and thought that not only would leaking be embarrassing for him but it would be even worse in a posh store like this. Apart from Steven and Ritchie, most of the customers in the quiet shop were clearly quite wealthy and even without drawing attention to himself, Steven knew he was getting some interesting looks.

Steven gasped suddenly as he felt another small stream of urine enter his diaper. Again he had no control of when it started or ended, he was just glad that it was only a very small stream. The pull up didn’t soak it up straight away and Steven could feel it slowly absorbing, he held his breath and was very grateful that he couldn’t feel a leak. He was so close to ending this nightmare.

“I’ll take this one.” Ritchie said as he pointed to a nice looking golden ring. He had a wide smile on his face and he looked over his shoulder to give Steven a look. Steven gave him a weak smile in return but was clearly preoccupied.

“An excellent choice, Sir.” Cecil replied as he opened the glass display and pulled out the little box that the ring was sitting in.

Steven thanked every God that he could think of that it seemed like they were soon going to be leaving. He watched his brother walk with Cecil over to a table near the entrance, the table had a computer on it.

“Let’s discuss payment plans…” Cecil suggested to Ritchie as they sat down.

Steven let out an audible groan. He had thought that they might be leaving soon and now it sounded like they were going to be there even longer. As Steven had walked over to the desk he could feel the now swollen pull up rubbing against his thighs, it became pretty obvious that the pull up was at it’s limit.

“Sit down, little bro.” Ritchie said with a smile.

Steven didn’t want to antagonise his brother when Ritchie controlled his future. He wordlessly followed instructions and came around the chair. As he sat down he felt the padding squelch underneath him and he shuddered slightly, he prayed that it didn’t leak a single drop.

The discussions took another twenty minutes as Cecil and Ritchie discussed payment plans and insurance and everything else you could possibly need. Steven felt like he was on a tightrope the whole time, one slip and he would drop over the edge.

“I think that’s everything.” Cecil eventually said, “If you want to bring the ring over to the cash register we can authorise the payment.”

Ritchie stood up with a big smile which prompted Steven, who hadn’t really been paying attention, to also stand up. Almost immediately he realised he had made a mistake as a very sudden pressure dropped on to his bladder. Steven almost lost control straight away, he gasped as he used everything he had to squeeze his bladder sphincter shut.

“Everything alright?” Ritchie asked as he heard Steven’s gasp.

Steven couldn’t speak but he nodded. It seemed to be good enough for Ritchie who smiled and turned around. He walked towards the counter with his ring and handed his card over to Cecil who started typing into the computer and scanning the credit card.

“Come on, We’ll be going in a minute.” Ritchie said to Steven who was still stood in front of his chair at the desk.

Steven nodded but didn’t move. His face was screwed up in concentration as he felt an almost unstoppable need to urinate. He knew there was now no way he would make it all the way back home without leaking, he was almost certain he wouldn’t be able to get out of the shop without an accident at this stage. He felt like even the small movement towards Ritchie would be enough to cause him to flood his pants.

Steven watched as Ritchie paid for the ring with a permanent smile on his face. Steven could see his older brother glance sideways at him a few times and he felt sure that Ritchie knew exactly what battle was raging inside Steven’s body.

“Thank you so much for your help.” Steven said as Cecil handed him back the credit card and receipt.

“No problem at all, Sir.” Cecil replied, “And good luck in your future!”

“Come on Steven.” Ritchie said as he walked to the shops exit and waited for his younger brother.

“Are you alright, Sir?” Cecil asked as he looked over to Steven who was sweating slightly.

Steven knew he had to leave but he was sure his tenuous grip on his bladder would be lost as soon as he took a step. He could see that most people in the shop had turned to look at him as people waited for him to leave. He felt like a toddler whose parent was waiting for them to catch up.

“Come on!” Ritchie said with a little more impatience.

Steven whined slightly but knew he had to move eventually. Maybe walking would help take his mind off of the pressure he was feeling.

Steven took one step forward and immediately knew that he was in trouble. The pressure grew intolerable almost immediately and a small stream escaped him. It was the end of the resistance, Steven couldn’t get his bladder back under control and he felt the warm stream entering his pull up without any way to stop it.

Realising that a leak was a matter of time, Steven started running towards the exit to the store. His bladder was out of control and began flooding the pull up. Unfortunately for Steven, the subliminal messaging had taken it’s toll and halfway to the door he felt his balance leave him and he dropped to his knees. As he felt warm urine on his legs outside of his pull up, he felt salty tears filling his eyes.

Steven could hear shocked murmuring from the people in the store as the wet spot on his pants rapidly grew and urine ran down his leg. He didn’t dare stop, he crawled straight out of the door and past his brother. He found himself on the busy high street with pee dripping on the floor beneath him. It felt like after just a few seconds, everyone could see what was happening.

Not being able to take the shame, Steven sat back on his padded butt and looked down to see the wet patch underneath him growing. The car was too far away, he would never be able to get there on his own and he would have to pass hundreds of people on the way. What was he going to do?

“Come on.” Ritchie said as he suddenly appeared behind Steven.

Steven looked up in confusion as his brother picked him up. Even though he was covered in urine, Ritchie clutched Steven tightly to his chest and began hurrying past the shocked onlookers and to the car.

Ritchie had thought that watching his brother humiliate himself in public again would make him happy, that he would enjoy watching Steven struggle. He had enjoyed it each time he had watched it in the past but something was different about this time. He didn’t feel joy, he felt concern.

As the two of them hurried towards the car, Steven was clutching on to Ritchie as if his life depended on it. Ritchie realised that his brother was totally relying on him and for the first time he felt like maybe Steven had learnt his lesson, that it was time to end the punishment.

When they reached the car, Steven’s crying had calmed down into a soft sobbing and he put up no fight as Ritchie strapped him into the child seat.

“It’s OK.” Ritchie whispered to his younger brother, “You’re going to be alright.”

The reassuring words comforted Steven and he reached over to the bottle that he had thrown away earlier. Sucking on the nipple helped to calm him down as Ritchie stepped into the front seat and started the car. Steven felt awful that he had failed the test, he had been given a chance to grow up and put all of this behind him and he had wasted it. Helplessly wetting himself in public and leaking, humiliating himself yet again. Maybe he was nothing but a baby and maybe he should be kept that way. He felt terrible and he was sure that his treatment would continue for a long time to come.

When they pulled up at home, Steven was despondent. Ritchie picked him up again and carried him through the front door. Steven was placed on the ground and he immediately dropped to his hands and knees. He heard footsteps and saw his mom appear from the living room.

“Oh dear…” Karen said, “He didn’t make it.”

Steven lowered his head in shame. He had let everyone down.

“Mom, I want Steven to be given the chance to grow up again.” Ritchie said with a smile.

Steven felt all his breath escape him in shock and he quickly looked up at his brother. Was this real? Surely it wasn’t just a trick.

“Are you sure?” Karen asked her older son, “He failed your test.”

“He did.” Ritchie said as he looked down at Steven, “But yeah… It’s time we put all of this behind us.”

Steven felt so happy and relieved that he could cry. He immediately spun around and hugged Ritchie’s legs.

“Thanks.” Steven whispered to his brother when Ritchie bent down.

“We’re even.” Ritchie said with a smile as he hugged Steven back.

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You know that was a horrible day for Steven but it may have been worth it to get Ritchie to realize it was time to move on and end the punishment. Great job on this, I am already looking for the next chapter. 

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Steven is given the all-clear by his brother to potty train again but exactly how effective will that be after the prolonged messaging that Steven has been subject to? 

Steven goes to stay with his brother whilst his mom goes away for a break. But not everything goes to plan...

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“We are getting married tomorrow and I have to tell you something beforehand.” Ritchie had sat his fiancée down and was nervously fiddling with his fingers.

Months had passed from when Ritchie had gone out with Steven to pick out a new ring and finally the wedding was about to happen. Ritchie and Linda were sat on the couch in their new apartment that they had moved into just a week beforehand in preparation for their big day.

“What is it?” Linda asked seriously. The way Ritchie was acting made her wonder if he had been having second thoughts about the wedding.

“Ever since I finished with the diapers.” Ritchie started explaining as he stared at his own feet, “I… Well, I still like wearing them.”

“You like wearing them?” Linda repeated with furrowed eyebrows. She wasn’t sure she understood.

“Yeah…” Ritchie said slowly, “Sometimes I like to wear them. It’s relaxing and I find it exciting. I wanted to tell you before the wedding, I’m sorry I waited so long.”

“It’s OK.” Linda smiled, “I understand.”

“Really?” Ritchie asked as he face lit up.

“I love you.” Linda said as she grabbed her soon-to-be husband’s hand, “And I already have some ideas…”

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Steven felt very uncomfortable as he sat in front of the front pew at the church the next day. His diaper didn’t fit too well beneath the pants of his suit and he felt uncomfortable in the hot and stuffy church.

Steven’s mom had stopped the subliminal messaging as soon as Ritchie had said that she should. Steven had thought it was the end of his troubles but it turned out that getting out of diapers was a lot harder than just ending the subliminal messages.

Months had passed and yet Steven was still padded full time. He was embarrassed every time his mom had brought out the little plastic potty and then left totally humiliated each time he failed to get to the potty in time.

“Never mind…” Karen would say each time his padding showed signs of yet another accident, “We’ll get it next time.”

But each time Steven tried and failed, he was left red faced and wondering why the messaging didn’t seem to be wearing off. He would panic when he started wondering that maybe the effects would be permanent. Ritchie had recovered quickly and yet Steven was still struggling with making any progress at all.

When the wedding march started and everyone got to their feet, Steven also stood up with the customary crinkling that followed such a move.

Despite his personal problems, Steven smiled as he saw Linda begin to walk down the aisle. She looked beautiful and was beaming with happiness. Ritchie looked a little more nervous but was also smiling widely.

As the vows started and everyone in the church sat down, Steven felt a sudden pang in his bladder and he had to react quickly to clamp himself closed and stop himself flooding his diaper where he stood. He bit his lip at this extremely unfortunate timing.

“Mom…” Steven whispered quietly as he tugged on the sleeve of her elegant dress.

“Shh.” Karen replied as she swatted Steven’s hand away as if it was an annoying gnat. She was clutching a tissue in her hand and looked like she was getting very emotional.

Steven looked around nervously but knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on long. His mom had always told him that he should let her know when he felt the need for the bathroom.

“Mom…” Steven repeated a little more insistently, “I need the potty!”

Steven blushed and prayed that no one in this tightly packed church could hear him. He didn’t know how much friends and family knew of his troubles and he didn’t want to find out. Even as he looked around at the assembled crowd Steven felt a small damp patch spreading on the front of his diaper.

“Just hold it.” Karen hissed a little too loudly for Steven’s liking.

Steven couldn’t concentrate on what was being said at the altar. The moment that Karen had finished talking he had felt his control slip completely and, with a sigh, the padding around his crotch suddenly burst with heat as Steven flooded his diaper.

Oh well, Steven thought as the flooding ended, there was always next time…

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Steven stood at the door to Ritchie’s apartment a month later with trepidation. The newlyweds had recently returned from their honeymoon and had settled into their new apartment. To make Steven even more miserable than he already was, his mom was now off on holiday herself. She was going away for a couple of weeks with a man she had met shortly before Ritchie’s wedding. It felt like everyone was moving on and leaving Steven behind.

“Karen!” Linda said as she opened the door and broke into a huge smile, “And little Steven!”

Steven scowled but didn’t reply. He could hardly argue the point too much when he was wearing a thick diaper between his legs, at least it was still dry for the moment.

“Linda, so good to see you.” Karen smiled as she stepped inside the apartment.

Ritchie and Steven’s mom looked around at the modest home with a smile. It was certainly a lot smaller than the family home but for just the two of them it was a perfect size. Karen had visited before and had been given the tour of the kitchen, living area and bedroom but there was one door that remained locked. She wanted to respect her son’s privacy so didn’t ask but she was curious what was behind that door, she wasn’t sure if she believed Linda when she said it was a spare bedroom.

“Ritchie’s been looking forward to spending time with his little brother.” Linda said as she gave Karen a quick hug.

“Are you sure you are prepared to look after Steven?” Karen asked anxiously, “We have tried hard to potty train him but he isn’t quite there yet.”

Steven looked at the floor with his blazing cheeks. His failure to potty train was a great source of embarrassment for him.

“Don’t worry about a thing.” Linda smiled, “We are perfectly ready for big babies.”

Karen wondered how they could be so prepared for Steven and his unique issues but didn’t want to press the issue. She trusted her son and daughter-in-law and didn’t expect any trouble.

“OK, so you have my phone number and the number of the place me and Ian will be staying?” Karen asked.

“All written down next to the phone.” Linda said with a reassuring smile, “Go and enjoy yourself. You have earned a break!”

“Be good for your brother.” Karen said to Steven as she wrapped him in a hug, “I’ll be back in three weeks.”

Just like that, Karen turned around and walked out of the apartment leaving Steven without his mother for the first time in months. Steven felt very vulnerable and more than a little worried. When Steven looked up at the face of Linda he saw the face of someone who was not at all happy to have him there.

“I just want you to know that you are only here because Ritchie insisted.” Linda said. Her demeanour couldn’t be more different now that Karen had left, “So here’s the deal… You stay out of my way and there won’t be any problems. Deal?”

Steven nodded and swallowed hard. Clearly she still hadn’t got over what he had done to Ritchie. Steven winced as he felt Linda lean down and press his dry diaper up against his crotch. She nodded in apparent satisfaction of the padding being dry.

“We have a potty for you.” Linda said. The contempt in her voice was thick, “Ask Ritchie and he will take you to it. I will do it as a last resort, but only if Ritchie is otherwise occupied.”

Steven nodded again. He looked to where Linda was pointing and saw a small red potty in the middle of the room. It was plain and somehow uninviting and… Something about looking at it suddenly made Steven very aware he needed the toilet.

“Ooh, ooh! Linda! Linda!” Steven jumped on the spot and pulled his pants down in the way he was used to. His thick diaper suddenly on display.

“What are you doing?” Linda asked with a look of disgust.

“I need the potty!” Steven said as he pointed at his diaper.

Linda smiled and nodded her head in understanding but she didn’t move from the spot near the front door. She enjoyed watching her brother-in-law struggle with such a simple task.

Steven couldn’t understand why Linda wouldn’t help him use the potty like a big boy. He spun on his heels and began toddling towards the plastic toddler toilet in a desperate need for relief. He didn’t even make it halfway.

Steven came to a halt after just a few steps as he felt the familiar warmth spreading against his groin. Steven closed his eyes and slowly exhaled as the diaper between his legs expanded to take in Steven’s urine.

“Aww. Didn’t make it?” Linda asked mockingly. She obviously could see the answer just like she could see Steven’s tear filled eyes as he turned to look at her, “Let’s get you a new diaper, little boy.”

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The next few days were a confusing time for Steven. His brother was very welcoming towards him even if he was condescending and arrogant, the frequent references to Steven still needing diapers when Ritchie had potty trained much quicker was unnecessary in Steven’s opinion. But for all Ritchie’s friendliness, Linda was the exact opposite. She didn’t even make a pretence that Steven was welcome here.

The biggest shock to Steven came when he was shown to bed on that first night and a previously locked door was opened to reveal a rather modest looking nursery. Steven had turned around to ask why they had a nursery and Linda gave him a glare that said don’t ask.

Steven was OK with how it was going though. Linda spent a lot of time outside the house at work whilst Ritchie stayed at home. It meant that for the most part Steven was left alone, he was even allowed to play some video games with his brother but he always lost.

The potty was off-limits in Steven’s mind. After the failed attempt on the first day Steven had decided that it was less humiliating to just use his diaper and ask for changes than use the potty in the middle of the living room. He could take the teasing during changes, he didn’t think he could take being watched as he used the toddler toilet.

“I’ve got a special friend coming over in a bit.” Ritchie said one morning shortly after Linda had kissed him and left for work, “You’re cool with that right?”

Steven looked down at his exposed diaper and then back at his brother with concern. Did Ritchie really want to bring a friend round whilst Steven looked like this?

“Don’t worry about that.” Ritchie smiled, “I’ll get you some clothes and she will never know.”

Steven wasn’t sure how his brother expected to keep the diapers to stay secret but he knew he didn’t really have a say in this anyway. He shrugged in resignation and got his hair tussled by his smiling brother in response.

Ritchie took Steven into the main bedroom that he shared with his wife and headed to his closet.

“She’ll be here soon.” Ritchie said as he started rummaging through his clothes, “Let’s see…”

Steven looked around the room as his brother looked for clothes. It was a pretty normal bedroom for a married couple, it was a little messy and was dominated by the large double bed that jutted out into the centre of the room.

“What the…” Steven exclaimed suddenly as his eyes fell on something next to the bed.

Steven saw a white plastic package that had been torn open and was laying down on the floor next to the bed. Steven recognised it immediately but his suspicions were confirmed by the plastic padding that was hanging out of it. Steven looked back to his brother who had followed Steven’s gaze and saw the same thing.

“Diapers?” Steven asked with a frown. He had always been told that Ritchie was fully potty trained, why did he have diapers in his room?

“How… How did they get there?” Ritchie asked hypothetically. He could feel himself going quite red in the face and he hurried over to kick the package under the bed, “They are, erm, for you and must have got in here by mistake.”

Steven wasn’t sure he believed his brother but he didn’t say anything as Ritchie returned to the closet. He came back out a few moments later with some clothing. He threw them on the bed next to Steven and then looked at him with suspicion.

“You can dress yourself, right?” Ritchie asked.

“Yes.” Steven replied simply, rather annoyed that he had to confirm that he was capable of such a simple thing.

Ritchie walked out of the bedroom without another word and left Steven alone in the room. Almost as soon as the bedroom door closed and Steven started getting dressed the doorbell rang. He hadn’t expected Ritchie’s friend would be here so soon. The sound of the bell startled Steven enough to squeeze his bladder and force a small jet of urine into the front of his padding.

Steven had no time to dwell on another small accident though, he hurriedly took off the childish shirt he was wearing and put on Ritchie’s sports jersey and a pair of pants with an elastic waistband. He wasn’t sure if these clothes hid his diapers, visually they couldn’t be seen but he was very worried about the crinkling sound he made.

Steven walked out of Ritchie’s bedroom in clothes that were a little too big for him to see his brother opening the front door. A smiling brunette woman walked into the apartment, she looked like she was about to give Ritchie a kiss when the man put a hand out to stop her, she looked confused.

“Vanessa, good to see you. This is my brother, Steven.” Ritchie said as he gestured towards his younger brother.

“Your brother?” Vanessa replied with more confusion, “I thought we were going to get time alone…”

“We will… We will!” Ritchie confirmed, “I just have to babysit but he won’t be an issue.”

Steven shook his head under Ritchie’s intense glare to confirm he wouldn’t be any hassle.

“Babysit?” Vanessa asked, “He looks a little old for babysitting.”

“It’s a long story.” Ritchie said as he scratched the back of his head, “Here, come through to the bedroom.”

Steven watched his grinning brother and confused woman walk across the living room and into the bedroom against the other door. He was actually relieved when the door closed, Steven was more than happy to sit alone in front of the television if it meant he wouldn’t be embarrassed in front of Ritchie’s friend. What they were getting up to in the bedroom he didn’t really care to know.

After fifteen minutes had passed a new concern hit Steven like a ton of bricks. Just as the cartoon he was watching went to a commercial break, Steven felt a sudden full feeling in the pit of his tummy. His eyes sprung wide open as he immediately recognised the sensation. Despite being left alone by his brother, if he pooped himself he would very quickly be found out and humiliated, he had to find a way to get his brother to discreetly let him use the potty.

Steven jumped down off the couch and hurried to the bedroom door. He knocked lightly but there was no response from inside. He could hear giggling but they seemed to be ignoring him. His hand flew back to the rear of his pants as the pressure increased. He needed to discreetly ask for the toilet, surely Ritchie wouldn’t want to explain what that really meant to his friend.

Steven knocked again, a little louder this time, but there was still no answer as he was becoming increasingly desperate.

Despite knowing it would be rude, Steven pushed the door open and took a step inside as a strong cramp came on. He took only one step for two reasons. Firstly, any more movement might end his fragile resistance and secondly, the scene in front of him made him freeze as still as a statue.

“Get out!” Ritchie yelled from the bed.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Steven cried as he turned and ran out of the room.

Steven couldn’t believe what he had just seen. His brother and was behind Vanessa on the bed and…

“You little brat!” Ritchie came storming out of the bedroom as he threw his dressing gown on. He looked angrier than Steven had ever seen.

“You… You…” Steven stuttered as his brother advanced on him. The cramping in his tummy was threatening to overwhelm him, “You’re cheating on Linda!”

Ritchie reached forward and shoved Steven roughly in the chest. Steven quickly tottered backwards before toppling over, the pants that were too big for him dropped around his ankles and left his diaper on display.

Steven lost control as he hit the floor and he felt his sticky waste expel into the back of his diaper. Abandoning all pretence of being an adult, Steven pushed down with his tummy muscles and just forced out all of the poop inside him. He pushed it out quickly as he pushed himself backwards away from Ritchie, the heavy load in his diaper smearing all over his diaper area.

“I should… Vanessa, where are you going?” Ritchie stopped advancing on his brother when he saw his lover, now fully dressed but looking a little dishevelled, storm past him towards the door.

“You and your pervert brother can…” Vanessa stopped talking when she looked down at Steven, “Is that a diaper? And that smell… Oh my God!”

“Vanessa please…” Ritchie said as he tried to hold her back.

“I’m leaving. You freaks can play in your diapers together.” Vanessa said crossly as she walked out and slammed the door behind her.

Steven wondered what on Earth Vanessa meant by that and he turned on his messy butt to watch Vanessa storm out of the door. When the door closed behind Vanessa there was silence.

“What did she mean by “play in your diapers together?”” Steven asked as he turned around to look at his brother again.

Ritchie’s face was red as he stared at the door Vanessa had just exited through. He was breathing heavily and Steven couldn’t tell if he was more angry or embarrassed. It looked to Steven like Ritchie was a volcano about to explode, he didn’t speak but the pressure was building ever higher.

Steven was shaking slightly as Ritchie slowly looked down at him. When Ritchie started walking towards his younger brother, Steven scooted himself backwards. His poopy bottom getting worse as he tried to crawl away.

Steven felt Ritchie’s hands on his sides and he was lifted into the air. His legs kicked out slightly as his brother manhandled him, Steven was laid against Ritchie’s chest with one hand around his back and the other hand under Steven’s messy ass. Steven winced slightly as he felt the mess squelch underneath him.

Ritchie didn’t say a word as he carried Steven towards the nursery. Steven didn’t know if the silence was good or not, he could feel the tension in Ritchie’s muscles but he had expected an explosion of anger that had just never come.

Expecting a diaper change, Steven was expecting to go to the changing table but he was carried straight past the table and to the crib beyond.

“What’s goi-” Steven was cut-off.

Steven felt Ritchie’s hands suddenly let go and he tumbled backwards off of his brother’s chest and down on to the mattress below. He hit the mattress diaper first and the poop inside splattered everywhere. By the time Steven had opened his eyes and recovered from the drop, Ritchie was already on his way out of the room.

“Aren’t you going to change me?” Steven asked in a whiny voice to Ritchie’s retreating back.

“I wish I could change you for a different brother.” Ritchie hissed through clenched teeth as he turned to look at Steven.

Ritchie walked out of the nursery and slammed the door behind him. He turned on the television and raised the volume until he was sure he wouldn’t be able to hear his brother even if he shouted.

Steven was extremely uncomfortable. Trapped in the crib it didn’t take long for his rear end to start getting extremely itchy and despite efforts, his diaper meant that he couldn’t effectively scratch. The mess had spread everywhere at this point and he could feel the slimy layer coating himself. It felt horrid and it smelt even worse.

“Ritchie!” Steven yelled as loud as he could. There was no response, just another raising of the television volume.

Steven sat down on the mattress. With the poop already spread everywhere, he wasn’t worried about sitting on it since there was no way to make it worse. It didn’t take long for his eyes to start watering and he would have done anything for a diaper change.

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Steven has discovered a secret about his brother and now finds himself stuck in his crib. When Vanessa comes home will Steven be able to hide the truth? Does he want to hide the truth? If the truth comes out, what will be the fate of Ritchie?

This is the penultimate update in the Subliminal Baby story!

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This was so unfair! Steven hadn’t intentionally caught his brother having an affair, it was an accident. He didn’t deserve to be left in this horrible state and he was very angry that Ritchie would do this to him. He had half a mind to rip his diaper off in protest but it was obviously only going to make things worse.

Hours passed and the diaper was unbearable. Steven could barely smell the horrid odour by this point, his nose had got used to the air, but he knew it must be terrible. The window wasn’t even open, the room must have been toxic.

Steven was sure he was going to get a rash and tear tracks ran down his cheeks from the salty tears that he had cried intermittently. There had been no sign of Ritchie, from the moment the door had closed that morning Steven had been left alone. Steven couldn’t be sure that Ritchie was even still in the apartment, the noise of the television in the living room stopped any other sounds from outside the nursery coming in.

It was unbearable and Steven was unable to get any kind of respite. He couldn’t sleep, he could barely move, all he wanted to do was rip the messy diaper off himself and yet he couldn’t even do that without making the situation worse.

Just when Steven felt like he was reaching the end of his tether after hours in these inhumane conditions the door to the bedroom finally opened.

“Oh God… It smells like something died in here.” It was a woman’s voice. It was Linda’s voice.

Steven had never been so happy to hear Linda. He quickly rushed to the bars of his baby bed and looked out. He saw Linda walk in holding her nose and looking utterly disgusted.

“I’m not dealing with this.” Linda said when she saw Steven, “Ritchie! You’re brother needs a change.”

Steven could hear the television get turned down drastically and then the sounds of footsteps towards the nursery room.

“Sorry, honey.” Ritchie said, “I didn’t realise he needed it.”

Steven knew that was a lie. He didn’t say anything but he glared at his brother with annoyance as Ritchie stepped over to the crib and lowered the side. Ritchie had this smirk on his face that made Steven want to punch him, especially after the pain he had put him through with this messy diaper.

Ritchie didn’t want to touch his younger brother. He stood back as Steven awkwardly waddled across to the changing table. He could feel Ritchie and Linda’s eyes on him as he lifted himself on to the table. Ritchie’s hand pushing into his messy padding was absolutely unwelcome.

“How could you let him get like that?” Linda asked Ritchie. Steven knew Linda was not overly concerned with his well-being but since she was spraying air freshener throughout the room he assumed she was worried about the smell.

“I must have had the television on too loud.” Ritchie shrugged, “I didn’t hear him.”

As the front of Steven’s wrecked diaper was lowered and Ritchie visibly winced at what he saw Steven balled his hands into fists knowing that he had been deliberately ignored for hours. He was having to bite his tongue.

“You didn’t check on him at all?” Linda asked incredulously. Despite her negative feelings for Steven she could hardly believe her husband would be so careless.

“What can I say?” Ritchie said with a shrug as he began wiping Steven’s poop covered diaper area, “I must have forgotten…”

“Maybe you were distracted with Vanessa…” Steven muttered just loud enough for Linda to hear. He almost immediately regretted speaking when he saw Ritchie’s face.

“Vanessa?” Linda asked. Steven could hear that her voice had completely changed, it was full of shock and hurt, “She was here?”

“Linda…” Ritchie pulled the used diaper away and looked up at his wife. Steven noticed the colour had drained from his face a little.

“What was she doing here?” Linda demanded, “You know how I feel about her…”

“It was nothing.” Ritchie said as he unfolded a new diaper haphazardly. He was barely even looking down at Steven.

“Was it nothing?” Linda asked.

“I told yo-” Ritchie began.

“I’m talking to your brother.” Linda interrupted. She walked forward so that Steven, exposed and naked on his back, on the table, could see her.

Steven looked from Linda’s face which was still showing the shock she felt to Ritchie’s pale face with wide eyes. Steven considered what had happened earlier, he had definitely walked in on his brother having an affair and he was still incredibly angry at being left in such a bad state all day.

“What did you see?” Linda asked gently. Her eyes shimmered with tears as if she already knew the answer.

“They were…” Steven paused as he tried to find the right words, “They were having sex.”

Linda nodded her head and a tear fell down her cheek. Steven felt terrible for being the bearer of bad news, even to someone who he knew didn’t like him. Steven felt very vulnerable in his current position and he wanted nothing more than to just run and hide.

“You little shit!” Ritchie yelled. He grabbed Steven’s arm causing the younger brother to yelp and wince. Ritchie had balled his other hand into a fist and looked like he was about to knock Steven’s head off.

“Stop!” Linda shouted. She grabbed Ritchie’s hand to stop any violence, “We can talk about this later. Go into the living room and watch television.”

“Linda, I’m-” Ritchie started.

“Just go.” Linda forced a smile even as she wiped a tear away, “We will talk about it later.”

Ritchie looked very uneasy. He had expected Linda to be very angry, maybe even to demand a divorce on the spot, but she just gave an awkward smile and waited for Ritchie to leave the room.

Ritchie nodded slightly and slowly walked out of the nursery. He closed the door behind him leaving Steven and Linda alone. He walked over and turned on the television as he put his head in his hands. How could he have been so stupid? It was always going to be too dangerous to bring Vanessa here when Steven was staying over.

Steven winced as Linda began to tape a new diaper on him. She wasn’t hurting him but he knew how she felt and he was nervous around her, especially when she was so clearly hurt.

“Are you telling the truth?” Linda asked as she placed the last tape on Steven’s padding.

“Yes.” Steven said simply.

“Swear to me.” Linda continued, “This is absolutely serious. Swear to me that you aren’t lying just to hurt your brother and me.”

“I swear.” Steven replied seriously, “They were in your bedroom together and they were naked. Ritchie was behind Vanessa an-”

“OK… OK… I get it.” Linda said. She held up her hand to cut Steven off and closed her eyes.

After a moment Linda helped Steven off the changing table and on to the floor. Steven was glad to be somewhat covered again although he was left disappointed when Linda didn’t grab any clothes to cover his diaper. It was embarrassing being exposed in such a way even in front of people who knew what was going on.

Steven toddled out into the living room where he found Ritchie anxiously pacing in front of the television. He sneered at Steven when he saw his younger brother but his face softened when Linda followed him out of the bedroom.

“Linda, please… Let me explain.” Ritchie said when he saw his wife.

“No. Not now.” Linda replied, “I’m going to make dinner. We will talk about this tonight when the little one is put to bed.”

“But…” Ritchie trailed off as Linda ignored him and walked towards the kitchen.

“Oh one more thing…” Linda said before disappearing through the door, “If you touch your little brother we won’t be talking at all. You’ll be straight out of that door.”

Steven smiled. Maybe Linda was softening up to him, maybe she was finally forgiving him.

“Don’t think I like you.” Linda said to the Steven causing his smile to evaporate, “I just promised your mom I would return you in one piece.”

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To say that dinner was awkward would be a huge understatement as the three of them sat down in silence and ate Linda’s delicious cooking. Steven wished he could just leave and let the two grown-ups sort out their marriage problems but he was stuck in the middle of them. He had to sit there, naked except for his already damp diaper, and eat in silence.

At one point Steven coughed and he received death stares from both his brother and his sister-in-law. He shrunk under their intense stares and looked down to his plate. He would have done anything to be back in his own crib at home.

It seemed like the oppressive silence would go on forever and Steven certainly wasn’t going to be the one to break it. As a renewed stream of urine soaked into the padding between his legs, Steven had to suppress a giggle. The tickling liquid felt very pleasant against his skin, to Steven’s shame to felt himself getting excited in his diaper but he tried to ignore that and hoped it would go away.

As Steven was finally finishing his meal he realised he was feeling a little sleepy. It hadn’t been that large of a meal and he didn’t feel like he should be tired already. Despite this, he couldn’t help but yawn deeply and as he looked over at Ritchie he saw his brother yawning in the same way. Ritchie had a confused look on his face and Steven was shocked when his brother slumped over. His face landed sideways in the mound of mashed potato that he had been working through.

Steven frowned and looked at Linda expecting to see some concern, instead he was surprised to see Linda smiling at Ritchie. Steven frowned and found his eyelids drooping as well.

“What’s… What’s happening?” Steven slurred as he rested his own head on the table in front of him.

“Nighty night, baby.” Linda said simply as Steven’s eyes closed.

That was the last thing Steven could remember as he fell into a deep unconsciousness. His body went limp and his mind went blank.

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“Wakey wakey!” Linda’s high pitched voice split the darkness as Steven heard the woman’s voice echoing in his ears.

“Ugh…” Steven heard another voice break through the darkness that seemed to surround him. He recognised it as his brother, the voice was very close to him.

The soft feeling underneath Steven let him know that he was on the mattress in the crib, it was most welcome and felt almost like a wonderful cloud that Steven was floating on.

Steven forced his eyes open with difficulty and, as they slowly adjusted to the brightness of the room, he found a couple of very troubling and confusing things.

Firstly, Linda was perched on top of the changing table at the other end of the room and smiling towards Steven in a very concerning way. The second worrying image was as Steven rolled over and saw his brother lying next to him. It took a moment for Steven’s brain to even process what he was seeing. Ritchie was in the crib with Steven and, like Steven, was naked except for a diaper.

“Ritchie!?” Steven exclaimed as his senses returned, “What’s happening?”

Ritchie slowly stirred from his slumber and immediately knew something was wrong. As his eyes quickly adjusted to the room he felt the diaper and the bars of the crib. A small smile appeared on his face until he saw Steven in the crib with him. His small smile suddenly turned to a look of horror and, like his brother, he stared through the bars to where his wife was sat and grinning at them both.

“Welcome back to the world.” Linda said as she hopped off the table and stood in the middle of the room.

“Linda? What the fuck!?” Ritchie immediately moved his hands to his diaper and made like he was about to rip it off in anger.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Linda said warningly, “If you want any hope of saving this marriage you will move your hands away from the padding right now.”

Ritchie followed his wife’s request. He slowly moved his hands away from the diaper and he blushed deeply. Ritchie was having some horrible flashbacks to when he was in diapers involuntarily. To be in that situation again with his brother right next to him was humiliating.

“I can see that we were too premature when we decided that you had fully grown up, Ritchie.” Linda said with a shrug, “You hurt me. You hurt me a lot.”

“No…” Ritchie scrambled and pressed himself up to the bars. The puffy diaper between his legs crinkled in the now familiar way. Steven could see tears in his brother’s eyes.

“Yes, baby.” Linda replied sternly, “You clearly can’t act like an adult but that’s OK. We just need to train you a little more. Now you two get a good night’s sleep. Those drugs won’t be out of your system yet.”

Linda started walking towards the door to the landing. She paused very briefly when she stood in the doorway.

“Oh, and you two better play nice.” Linda warned, “I have a webcam set up. No sound but I can see the pictures, if either of those diapers come off or you start fighting I can promise you’ll regret it.”

“Linda!” Ritchie shouted.

It was no use. Linda ignored her distressed husband and closed the door behind her. It left Steven and Ritchie alone in the quiet room, the crinkling of their diapers was practically the only sound echoing around the walls. Steven didn’t know what to say, he knew he was basically in a cage with someone who now hated him. He was worried of what Ritchie would do, even with a webcam watching.

It was to Steven’s surprise that rather than angrily lashing out, Ritchie started crying softly. He looked around at the room, down at his diaper and then across to his brother with tears streaming down his face and with great shuddering sobs.

Steven didn’t really know what to do and didn’t want to provoke any violence so he just stayed at the opposite end of the crib. He was still feeling tired, he assumed from the drugs, but didn’t want to lay back down whilst his brother was still awake.

“I’m… I’m sorry.” Steven said softly, “I had no idea she would do this. I shouldn’t have said anything. I was just ang-”

“Just… Don’t.” Ritchie said simply and sadly, “I’m doing my best not to knock you out cold. Don’t push your limits, you had better hope Linda is just teaching me a lesson and this will soon end.”

Steven gulped and nodded his head. If Ritchie asked him to stay completely silent, Steven would do his best not to make a single sound.

After an hour without anything happening, Steven laid down with his back to the wall and looking out into the room. His diaper was wet but that was hardly a surprise to anyone.

Steven had been watching his brother who had been sitting quietly and staring at the door non-stop. He had barely moved a muscle the entire time and Steven didn’t dare disturb him, in fact every time Steven made even the smallest sound he winced. He expected his brother to pounce on him at any moment.

As the sun set, Steven found himself getting sleepy and eventually he just couldn’t keep his eyes open. Maybe the drugs were still affecting him as well but he quickly found himself feeling so tired that keeping his eyes open became a huge task. Even Ritchie was yawning with increasing regularity.

At some point that evening Steven’s eyes closed and didn’t open again. He fell into a very deep sleep with his last images being of Ritchie who was sat at the bars still although seemed to be slumped against them.

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Linda creeped up to the nursery door in the dead of night. She had had a few drinks but was still very sober, she just needed to calm her nerves after hearing of her husband’s infidelity. She had known that Ritchie had been wild before he had suffered regression and that he liked to “play the field” as he put it. She was sure it had ended when Ritchie had grown up for the second time, she had been certain that he had a new perspective on life. She had been wrong.

Putting her head to the nursery door, Linda could hear the distinct sounds of her husband snoring. She slowly and silently pushed the door open a crack and looked inside. The two padded men were both asleep, laying at opposite ends of the crib. Linda could see that Steven’s diaper was soaked but was unable to see the state of her husband.

Like a burglar, Linda snuck over to the shelves next to the changing table and placed a CD in the small stereo. She covered her own ears with a set of ear muffs and then pressed play. She kept the volume relatively low but wanted to make sure the boys could hear it. She left the room and closed the door as stealthily as when she had entered.

Linda could hear her husband snoring through the door when she removed her ear muffs. She smiled as she walked down the hallway to her own bedroom knowing that Ritchie would regret ever going back to his old ways.

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Steven was the first to wake up the next morning. He had fallen asleep before his brother and he woke up to the silence of the nursery, the only sound was his brother’s heavy breathing as he slept. Steven couldn’t help himself as he sat up, he leaned over to look at Ritchie’s diaper. Steven didn’t know what he expected. He didn’t expect Ritchie to still be struggling from his regression but it was rather annoying to know that he didn’t need these diapers at all when Steven had struggled with them so much.

It was around fifteen minutes of mostly silence until Linda walked into the nursery in her dressing gown. Despite everything that had happened, Steven was still pleased to see her since it meant he would be allowed out of the crib. After the previous day Steven was desperate to get out of the confined bed.

“Morning, boys.” Linda said as she stepped into the room with a smile. She walked straight over to the stereo to make sure it was off. She had planned for it to stop playing roughly an hour before she would come in. She was confident that things were going well. With some luck the boys would never know what was hitting them.

“He… He…” Steven frowned as he tried to force the words out, “Hewwo.”

Steven’s eyes flew wide. Did he just talk like a toddler again? He hadn’t done that for a long time. This was a very scary thing for someone who had been struggling to grow up again.

The noise and commotion had woken up Ritchie who rubbed his eyes. He saw his wife in the room and quickly sat up. As angry and scared as he was Ritchie was glad to see the diaper was still dry. He quickly sat up and looked out at Linda, his lip trembled from emotion. He felt sorrow and remorse over what he had done, certainly he had learned his lesson.

“Linda, I’m so… I’m so…” Ritchie started openly crying. He cried so hard that he couldn’t get his words out. It wasn’t the cry of an adult, it was the wail of a toddler who had been caught.

“There, there.” Linda cooed as she walked over and lowered the side of the crib, “It’ll be OK.”

Linda grabbed Linda’s hand and assisted him down from the crib. He wanted to hug his wife, have her console him but when she let his hand go and stepped back Ritchie found himself swaying unsteadily. He quickly dropped down on to his knees and then fell forward so that his hands supported him. He felt so weak, something must be going on.

“Steven? Do you need a diaper change?” Linda asked sweetly.

“Ye… Yeth.” Steven lisped. What was wrong with his speech?

Linda grabbed Steven’s hand and walked him to the changing table. As she lifted him up she could hardly believe how successful the tape had been. She had been told that those messaged before were incredibly susceptible to it happening again but this was progress like she couldn’t dream of.

Linda quickly pulled the tapes off Steven’s diaper and lowered the front. The only sounds in the room were her husband’s confused sniffles and the crinkling of diapers.

Ritchie was trying to stand up, he kept getting up to his knees but his muscles just wouldn’t support him. On the third failed attempt he landed on his padded rear quite hard and immediately fell the familiar feeling of urine spurting into his diaper without his control. He frowned again, what the hell was going on?

“You should just stay on all fours.” Linda recommended, “A lot safer for a baby like you.”

Ritchie turned around and looked up at Linda with his tear filled eyes. He was confused but starting to put things together. He heard his brother’s speech and felt his own deterioration… Linda was messaging the pair of them. He looked up at the stereo with accusatory eyes.

“Well done.” Linda said coldly, “You’ve worked it out.”

Ritchie could hardly believe his wife would have done it but when he looked into her cold eyes he knew it was the truth. This was a side of Linda he had never seen before, it was very scary.

Linda placed a new diaper underneath Steven and taped it up. Lifting the younger man off the table, Linda looked over at her husband.

“Your diaper can wait till later.” Linda declared after inspecting the padding with her eyes, “Steven, bring your brother to the kitchen for breakfast.”

Linda walked out of them room with a wide smile. She had known as soon as she heard that Ritchie had cheated what she was going to do. She would be lying if she hadn’t investigated subliminal messaging, after everything that had happened, how could she not?

“Sit at the table and I will be out with food soon.” Linda instructed as she walked in to the kitchen.

Linda had done her research and found out that this subliminal messaging was a bigger thing than she thought and, just to experiment, she had made one that made the suggestion to Ritchie that he should allow his brother to grow up. When he had come home from his mother’s house a few days later and told Linda he had followed the hidden command she knew it was very legit.

After locking Ritchie and Steven in the crib the previous night it had been simple for her to go to the computer and create a new tape. The message was simply designed to regress both boys before Karen came home and it was working better than Linda could ever have hoped for.

“She’s messaging us!” Ritchie whispered, “I can’t believe it!”

Steven was less incredulous than his brother. He had seen Linda’s nasty side before and he wasn’t overly surprised that the scorned woman was capable of this.

Breakfast was a quiet affair. Ritchie begged for forgiveness but when it became clear Linda wasn’t listening to his pleas he stopped talking and despondently ate the cereal he was given. His weak limbs made it hard to coordinate but he managed to eat most of the food without incident.

Following breakfast Ritchie got his already soaked diaper changed before both boys were left in front of the television with a bunch of toys whilst Linda stayed on the computer in the bedroom.

For a week this was the routine. Diaper changes and boredom as they were left listening to the tinkling baby tunes that hid the insidious message.

Slowly but surely the messaging caused the men to descend back to toddlerhood. Steven was despondent as all the progress that months and months of hard work had brought him were being undone in a matter of days. Watching his brother regressing next to him just compounded the misery as neither of them had the strength to fight it off.

Steven’s speech was the first thing to go. His words became more and more slurred until he realised that Linda was really struggling to understand him. At that point he just decided it was better not to talk at all. After a week he wasn’t sure what state his voice would be in if he attempted to communicate but he suspected he could babble at best.

Steven’s strength went next. He had never been the strongest person in the world but now his limbs felt so heavy and uncoordinated that any and all movement was made difficult. After a week of this messaging a lot of Steven’s days were spent playing with the baby toys around him. He never moved far and with Ritchie usually right next to him, they listlessly watched cartoons on the television all day.

The messaging must have been strong and Steven would have been impressed if it weren’t being used on him, and the two brothers were left much more helpless than they had been before.

The last vestiges of Steven’s adulthood slipped away for the second time when what little control he had regained of his bladder and bowels evaporated. It was strange that it was weak when the messaging started and yet was the last thing Steven noticed going. He didn’t ask but he assumed Ritchie had experienced a similar decline, neither of them really spoke now, it was pointless since they couldn’t really understand each other.

The regression was stronger than Steven could believe. It made what he had done with his own messaging seem like child’s play. He couldn’t believe how much he had changed. Without being able to properly move, talk or do anything for himself he was left completely helpless as was his brother.

Steven’s situation was rendered even worse by the fact that despite the decline in all of his functions, he could still think rationally. It was horrible to witness your own decline and knowing there was nothing you could do to stop it.

“Diaper check time!” Linda’s sing-song voice pierced the quiet living room and Steven turned his head to see her walk out of the kitchen.

Steven thought that Linda must have gone completely insane when she found out Ritchie had cheated on her. She smiled toothily as she walked over to the boys. Linda leaned down and whilst staring at Steven in the eye she cupped the padding against Steven’s crotch and felt that the younger man was soaked.

“Lin… Lin…” Ritchie had crawled over and was screwing his face up in deep concentration, “Ple… Ugh, Please…”

“Wow.” Linda responded with a look of wonder on her face, “Is that the best you can do? Go on… Say your own name. If you can say your name I’ll stop this. Go on, say it for mommy!”

“Ri… Ri…” Ritchie was going red in the face with the effort.

Steven looked at his older brother with both hope and scepticism. When Ritchie saw him struggle he felt disappointed for him and wanted him to just quit trying.

“Rit…” Richie continued to try even though it was clear his mouth wouldn’t respond to his brain. The frustration became a little much for the regressed man and he started sobbing as tears filled his eyes.

Steven climbed on to his hands and knees and scooted himself across the floor. Despite all of their differences and all of the problems they had caused each other they were still brothers. They were in this together and Steven felt Ritchie’s frustrations.

With his padded rear in the air and plastic crinkling coming from his butt Steven crawled to Ritchie and wrapped his arms around him. Steven squeezed his brother with silent comfort as he heard Ritchie sniff and squeeze him back.

“How sweet…” Linda snarled sarcastically, “You two are as bad as each other. Come on, you need a diaper change.”

Steven was pulled away from his brother and he whimpered as he was carried away to the nursery. Since the two of them had started suffering this enforced regression they really only had each other. No one else understood them or knew what was happening, the two brothers were forced to be close by their situation.

Linda laid Steven down on the changing table and he could do little but scowl as the diaper was removed and replaced with a new one. He was rather embarrassed by the whole procedure, especially since in the last couple of days Linda had started talking to him like an actual baby during times like these.

There was one thing that kept both the brothers feeling hopeful. At some point, and it would be soon, Karen would be coming home from her vacation to pick Steven up. How would Linda explain what had happened? It was a small shred of hope that he could cling to when he didn’t have much of anything left.

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The days soon started rolling into each other and the two regressed boys lost track of the time. Every day was the exact same. Wake up, diaper changes, breakfast, play, diaper change, nap, diaper change, play, dinner, play, diaper change, bed.

The routine was mind numbing and yet neither of the men had even the slightest hope of resisting. Steven had to do mental puzzles to keep himself entertained, he didn’t want to lose his mental capacity when it was the last thing he had left. He just had to keep himself going until his mom got home and rescued him from this mad woman.

Steven could smell that Ritchie had soiled himself and knew that the older brother had been sitting in his own mess for some time. It wasn’t unusual for Linda to leave either of them in soiled padding longer than was really necessary. The smell didn’t bother Steven all that much by this point, he was too busy trying not to drool on himself to care about what was going on in his brother’s diaper.

It was the middle of the afternoon when there was a sudden knock on the door. Something that hadn’t happened since Ritchie’s affair had left. Steven didn’t know whether to feel hope or dread, this could be salvation or humiliation.

Linda hurried past the two boys who were staring at the door from in front of the television. She looked through the little spyhole in the door and a smile spread across her face.

“Karen! Welcome home!” Linda said happily as she opened the door and hugged the incoming woman.

“Good to be home.” Karen said with a giggle as she returned the hug.

Steven and Ritchie saw their mother walk through the door. She was a little browner than usual, no doubt having caught the sun, and looked happy as she returned the hug.

“Mama!” Steven babbled. He got on to his hands and knees with his diaper swaying behind him, he shuffled across the carpet so fast he nearly gave himself a carpet burn. He clung to his mom’s leg like it was a piece of debris after a shipwreck.

This was it. There was no way that Karen would be happy with what Linda had done, finally it was time for justice and getting back to growing up again.

Steven was confused when he didn’t hear his mom questioning what was going on or making any movement to pick Steven up. He let go of the strong leg and sat back on his wet butt as he looked up and just saw a judging stare looking back at him.

“I see you were correct with what you said over the phone.” Karen said coldly to Linda as the former looked over to Ritchie, naked except for the obviously messy diaper.

Steven frowned and looked to Ritchie. What was going on? Why wasn’t mom whisking them out of this horrible place?

“It happened a lot quicker than I expected.” Linda replied, “All of it was a lot quicker than I expected. Come in and sit down, I’ll make us some coffee.”

Karen strode away from Steven and planted herself on the couch. Steven looked at Ritchie as if he had any idea what was going on, Ritchie seemed as confused as Steven was. Steven crawled back into the room and sat next to the couch in confused silence as Linda walked back in with coffee.

“How did this happen?” Karen asked coolly.

“He broke the rules.” Linda said as she stared a hole through Ritchie, “He… Cheated on me.”

Ritchie looked at the ground in shame. It was hard to know what he was causing the most discomfort, the diaper or his mom hearing of his affair.

“Oh, honey.” Karen said with sympathy, “I’m so sorry.”

“I know, I know… And you were right.” Linda replied, “He wasn’t ready. He looked like an adult and sounded like an adult but he is still a boy.”

Ritchie wiped a tear from his eye. Steven was just confused and wondering what any of this had to do with him.

“So you did what we planned?” Karen asked. The answer seemed pretty obvious since she could see and smell the results.

“Yes. When Steven told me what was going on I started our plan. It’s worked better than I could ever have hoped.” Linda answered as she sipped her coffee. The two women were talking about the infantilised pair of men as if this was normal.

We? Our? It was slowly dawning on Steven in his mentally clouded state that his own mother had been complicit in this treatment. Steven’s eyes went wide with fear as he realised his saviour was actually just another person enforcing this treatment.

“I started the tape playing later that day.” Linda smiled, “You wouldn’t believe how quickly they regressed!”

“I can see it has been quite dramatic…” Karen replied as she looked at her boys who were in shock, “Much faster than before.”

“Yeah, the message we had prepared was much more effective than Steven’s one. It’s a good job we had it ready.”

“Mama?” Ritchie asked from across the room. It was clear to everyone he was on the verge of tears.

“Ritchie, sweetie…” Karen finished her coffee and turned to her older son, “I was never totally convinced you were fully mature after the regression, the way you treated Steven for instance, I had at least an inkling that you weren’t ready for adult responsibility.”

“So me and your mother had a talk and decided that if you proved that you weren’t as mature as you should have been that we would regress you again and start over.” Linda concluded.

Steven and Ritchie were horrified. All of this horrid treatment was planned by both these treacherous women. Neither of them had known the scrutiny they were under. How could these people they trust play with their lives as if they were dolls?

“One thing I have to ask.” Karen turned back to Linda and ignored her shocked offspring, “How come Steven has also got the full blast?”

“He knew all about Ritchie’s cheating.” Linda said coldly as she lied to Karen, “When I caught my husband and this other woman, Steven was in there with them.”

“No!” Steven hit the floor with his fists as he shouted, “No! No! No!”

“Then what happened, Steven?” Linda asked the younger man.

Steven coughed and spluttered but he could only babble uselessly. The frustration he felt when he saw his mom frown at him was unbelievable and yet all he could do was cry like a baby. He could think of the words but he couldn’t make himself say them.

Steven looked through his tears and saw Linda’s hate-filled glare. She had never liked him and had always been looking for revenge for Steven’s regression of Ritchie. Steven could hardly believe she was going this far but he realised in that moment that this crazy woman had no level she wouldn’t stoop to.

“I see.” Karen said to Linda as she ignored Steven’s pitiful wails, “So what’s next?”

“Well… If it’s OK with you I would like to send them both home to you.” Linda said drawing a gasp from Ritchie.

“Both of them?” Karen asked in clarification.

“Yes. I think they both need a long treatment of regression and recovery and I think their own mother is the best person to give it to them.” Linda suggested, “To be frank, I’ve already contacted my lawyer for a divorce.”

It was Ritchie’s turn to start crying now as he reached out for Linda in his still messy diaper. It was like his whole world had fallen in on him.

“I understand.” Karen replied simply, “Well, if you want to carry Ritchie down, I’ll take Steven.”

Linda nodded and she didn’t hesitate to stand and pick up her soon-to-be ex-husband. Steven hugged her and bawled as she carried him towards the door. He was making a lot of noise and it seemed like everyone in the building would come out to see what was causing it. He didn’t care though as he tried to beg Linda for forgiveness in baby talk.

“What a mess…” Karen said when Linda and Ritchie had disappeared down the hall, “Come on sweetie.”

Karen lifted Steven into the air and held him to her chest. Steven couldn’t believe he was going to be kept like this again, and for how long? He felt like it would drive him mad this time. All because of a lie, he hadn’t been involved in Ritchie’s fling but he had no way of letting anyone know, even if he did they wouldn’t believe him. He was a prisoner of his own infantile body.

As Steven was carried towards the front door he felt a pressure suddenly build in his bowels. Steven couldn’t fight it even if he wanted to and with little to no input he felt a hot, sticky mush push out of his body and into his already wet padding. He cried and clutched his mom as he soiled his diaper like a baby and was carried away to babyhood again.

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