The Baby of the Family

[Babypants]

Interesting chapter.  You have not indicated where in the UK this story is taking place.  Scottish law would define the beach scene as indecent conduct, which is subject to prosecution under the public indecency provision.  Would prosecutorial discretion apply?  In England and Wales, the Sexual Offences Act of 2003 applies.  Intentional exposure of genitals constitutes indecent exposure, but in practice prosecution follows only when there is demonstrable intent to cause alarm or distress.  In this case, the only person who seems to have been distressed is the victim (more below).  Could he file a criminal complaint against his mother and stepfather when he is the one being exposed, and has specifically asked his parents not to change him in public?  If I was Scott, I would be consulting with a Solicitor soonest.

With regard to the audience that was filming this on their cell phones, I trust you realize that all it would take is for one of them to go to the police with this and the distress clause of the statute would be triggered.  As it is, once this gets spread all over the internet, I would expect the police independently to investigate.  They would not know that Scott is 18, and they do tend to take a dim view of child abuse and child pornography.

It's a pity that this is a commissioned story-- unless, of course, you have reserved the right to end the story in a manner of your own choosing.  I can see only two possible endings for the story, and I will follow it just to see if you can come up with a third. 

[Elfy]

3 hours ago, Angela Bauer said:

I really liked Scott's beach adventure.

However, I have one question.

In the final paragraph the character of "Michael" is introduced. Did you mean to type "Scott" instead?

Indeed I did. The perils of writing multiple stories at once and mixing up character names!

Also, to let people know, the story WILL continue past the current final part (which will be the next one) there just might be a delay before new parts are ready to be posted.

[Sammy9]

This is the final part?? ?. Nooooo i want to read more of it. I really liked reading this story, there were so many parts where I literally cried with Scott. I can feel him.

My only problem is with his mother, i mean what's her motive behind this? Is she enjoying humiliating her son or is she just oblivious to his mental trauma and despair? Coz Scott has completely gone insane 

[Sarah Penguin]

[Elfy]

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This is the final update of the original commission. In case you haven't seen the post on my Patreon there will be more to come but there will be a break whilst I write it.

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Scott's family go on a vacation and he has to manage his situation whilst away from home. As usual for Scott things don't go too well when they go for a family day out. Stay tuned for more of Scott's adventures to come in the future!

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“Wakey wakey, baby!” Huw’s voice penetrated the blackness of Scott’s sleep.

Scott slowly opened his eyes and rolled over to see his little brother standing next to the crib. Scott chewed on the dummy that was so often between his lips these days and slowly sat up as Deborah walked in. When Scott saw the packed bags by the nursery door he felt a feeling of dread in his stomach.

It had been months since the day at the beach had so badly shaken Scott’s confidence and his babyhood was more complete than ever. Deborah had given up trying to toilet train Scott and the potty had been long forgotten. With so much time spent in nappies Scott found that his control had dropped to virtually zero. His bladder and bowels only required the briefest pressure to give way and his reliance on the padding between his legs was near complete.

Scott sat up as Huw trod on the release for the side of the crib. Belatedly the young man realised that he was still cuddling the little brown teddy bear that had been in his arms when he fell asleep. His nappy was soaked despite being changed shortly before lying down, this was a normal occurrence for him these days.

“We have big day ahead.” Deborah said with a smile as Scott clambered out of the crib, “I hope you haven’t forgotten!”

Scott wondered how anyone expected him to forget such a stressful situation. It was nearing Christmas and the family were going away on vacation, not just on holiday but abroad. Scott had all sorts of new worries to contend with and he hadn’t been looking forwards to this trip at all. Scott had always wanted to see other parts of the world but this trip to Canada couldn’t come at a worse time in Scott’s life.

With the weariness of how regular this process was Scott climbed on to the changing table and laid down. He heard Huw playing with some of the toys in the room and he felt almost resentful that his baby brother was playing with his toys. They were in his room so they were his, Huw should at least have to ask before playing.

Scott had his nappy’s tapes pulled away and the front lowered. He jumped a little as the cold wipes brushed against him, despite going through hundreds of nappy changes he was never going to get used to that coldness against his genitals. He was soon wrapped in a fresh diaper and dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black trousers. It was about the most adult outfit Scott was allowed these days.

The rest of the family were already waiting in the hallway. Scott was led down the stairs by the hand and was the last to put his shoes on, it was early but everyone was excited for the trip and their flight was very early. Scott had his nappy bag over his shoulder and carried it out to the car. He placed it in the boot of the car along with all the other luggage before they drove away.

Scott was given his nappy bag to carry through the airport but after all these months he was used to the stares that he got. He didn’t feel good about walking through crowds but by this point it happened almost every time he left the house. By the time they were lining up at security his nappy was very damp but he couldn’t leave the queue to deal with it.

Placing the nappy bag on the conveyor belt when he reached the front of the line Scott stepped forward to the security guards who started patting him down. Scott spread his arms and legs causing the nappy between his thighs to sag slightly. The security guard’s hands started at the top and worked their way down past the young man’s belly to his waist where he clearly felt the padding and stopped.

“Sir, are you concealing anything down here?” The guard asked causing Scott to wince.

“No, sir.” Scott was cringing. He was the last of his family to come through the gate and they were all waiting for him, “It’s my, erm… my nappy…”

“Please, come into this side room with me.” The guard said as he indicated a private area to the side.

“Can Mummy come with me?” Scott asked before he could stop himself.

“Sure…” The guard looked at Scott with curiosity. He wasn’t used to eighteen-year-old men refer to their “Mummy.”

Scott waved for his mum to come over which she did after handing all her bags to the other family members. The guard explained about wanting to make sure nothing was being concealed and Deborah quickly agreed to go into the private room with her son. The three of them walked over to the room and stepped inside, the guard locked the door behind them.

“I apologise for the inconvenience but this is for the safety of everyone in the airport and on your flight. I need to make sure that you aren’t smuggling something on board or anything.” The guard looked genuinely apologetic at the embarrassing inconvenience.

“Don’t worry, we understand.” Deborah replied, “Come on Scott, trousers down.”

Scott hunched his shoulders and blushed but didn’t disobey his mother. He reached down and hooked his fingers under his waistband, with a second’s hesitation he pushed his trousers down to his knees and exposed his nappy to the guard.

“Oh, you’re wet?” Deborah commented with a raised eyebrow, “I thought you’d last till we got on the plane at least.”

Scott blushed harder. He had told his mum that he didn’t always know when he needed to pee but she seemed to have ignored him; or maybe she didn’t believe him and still thought he was being lazy or lacking in motivation.

“I’m very sorry to do this but… we require that any incontinence aids being worn must be dry…” The guard looked almost as embarrassed as Scott did, “There’s a disabled bathroom just across the…”

“Don’t be silly.” Deborah said with a smile, “We’ll just do it here and save some time.”

“Mummy, I…” Scott quietly started. It was already too late as Deborah pulled out the changing mat and laid it on the table.

“Ma’am, it really doesn’t need to happen in here.” The guard quickly said.

“Nonsense. We’ve got nothing to hide.” Deborah replied with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Scott looked at the guard hoping desperately that he would be able to convince his mother to let this go but he just shrugged. Scott’s pants came off and he reluctantly sat on the edge of the table causing his padding to squeeze against him, the room was almost deathly quiet with the soft crinkles being almost the only sound. Scott looked up at the corner of the room and saw a camera filming everything, he cringed imagining all the airport employees coming round to watch the video of the big baby.

Scott was laid down on the mat and could only look up at the ceiling as his nappy was loosened. He could see the guard out of the corner of his eye and it seemed like he was torn between shock and embarrassment, it looked like he wanted to leave the room and yet couldn’t take his eyes off the strangely unique situation.

The front of the nappy was lowered exposing Scott and the wet state of his underwear. He wanted to withdraw into himself like a turtle to avoid the embarrassment but Scott could only wait for yet another humiliating experience to come to an end. It seemed to take a n age for Deborah to open the packet of baby wipes and start the cleaning, Scott would’ve happily forgone the wiping to get this over with faster but his opinion was unwanted and unneeded.

Just as the used nappy was being pulled away something happened that somehow made the embarrassing situation even worse. Scott felt a sudden and unexpected twitch at the tip of his penis and before he knew what was happening he was openly peeing into the open nappy. Deborah, taken aback as much as Scott was, exclaimed whilst lifting the front of the nappy again to absorb the sudden accident. Scott tried to clench his slack muscles but couldn’t even slow the flow down.

“You couldn’t wait till the change was finished?” Deborah asked with obvious annoyance as she held the front of the nappy up like a shield.

“I didn’t know!” Scott said through tears that were springing to his eyes.

There was an awkward pause as everyone waited for Scott to finish wetting himself so freely. He was acutely aware of the guard and his mother looking down to his nappy area and watching impatiently. He could feel the fresh urine hitting the padding and running down over his butt.

“Ma’am, I trust you aren’t smuggling anything. I’ll give you both space to finish.” The guard finally said. He didn’t wait to be stopped and stepped out the door as soon as possible.

Scott’s bladder finally stopped just as the door closed and he was left alone with his mother. He sighed as the nappy was pulled away and he was given another quick wipe clean. He was feeling very frustrated even though he knew humiliation was to be expected at this point.

“Did you have to do that?” Scott asked as he wiped his watery eyes.

“What? Change your nappy?” Deborah said as she unfolded a new disposable, “They wouldn’t let you on the plane otherwise, silly.”

“I meant in here!” Scott’s voice was filled with emotion even when he tried to keep it calm, “With the guard and everything…”

“It’s just easier than to go elsewhere.” Deborah shrugged.

“And what about my feelings? My modesty?” Scott sulked.

“Babies don’t have modesty.” Deborah chuckled.

Scott closed his eyes as he felt the fresh diaper get pulled up between his legs. It suddenly clicked that his mother and family had gone beyond just treating him like a baby, they truly saw him as nothing but an overgrown infant. He could only lay back and wait for the nappy to be taped on before heading out to get on the plane.

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Scott’s flight was thankfully uneventful. He stayed in his seat and watched some films, for a few hours he was even able to forget he was padded and a baby. It felt strange stepping off the plane in a foreign country but in many ways it was an improvement over being at home. Everyone was so distracted being tourists that Scott managed to fade into the background a bit and that suited him just fine.

The hotel they stayed at was nice and Scott was honestly starting to have a good time. He began to forget how differently he was being treated and even felt like his old self a little bit. It was impossible to forget the nappies completely, of course, but more of Scott’s old and confident personality started to shine through.

Eight days into the vacation the family was venturing out of the city and into the wilderness on a nature trail. It wasn’t a long walk by trail standards and would certainly be completed within a few hours but it was still exciting for everyone as they drove their hired car out into the countryside. Scott felt quite relaxed about it which was different from most of his trips outside in recent memory.

The car drove out of the city and it didn’t take long for nearly all signs of civilisation to disappear behind trees and hills. They drove down a main road and then turned off on to a smaller one, they saw the car park at the start of the trail and it was only moderately busy. The car pulled up and people started disembarking.

Everyone was dressed for the walk and that included Scott who was in one of his least babyish t-shirts and shorts with one of his thinner nappies underneath. The shirt had alternate baby blue and white hoops that went all the way around. Scott was happy that his bulky nappy bag had been ditched, instead he was wearing a relatively benign black backpack with some of his changing supplies inside.

Scott was just looking out towards the start of the trail when he felt something being slipped over his shoulders. At first he thought it was just his backpack so he opened his arms to help his mother out, it was only as a couple of straps were clicked together across his belly that Scott realised something else was going on. He heard a metal click behind his back as he turned around. To his horror he saw that he was attached to a set of toddler reigns and Elliot was holding the other end.

“What the hell are you doing!?” Scott asked as he tried to reach behind him to where the leash was attached.

“What mum told me to do.” Elliot smiled as he gave a little tug on the reigns.

“Mummy?” Scott asked as he looked at Deborah with an expression showing he was already defeated.

“After you wandered off at the beach I can’t risk it happening again.” Deborah said with a shrug, “If you get lost here we might never find you. I’m just keeping you safe, sweetie.”

“But everyone will think I’m a baby!” Scott whined, “It’s embarrassing!”

“Honey, you ARE a baby.” Deborah replied with a sympathetic smile.

Scott stuttered and spluttered to try and argue his corner but it was too late. Everyone was already starting off down the trail and Scott could only follow along, the reigns made it impossible to hide or move away, all Scott could do was walk along and try to avoid looking at the people they passed who stared at him.

After half an hour Scott’s nappy was wet but he was feeling a little better about things. Now that they were away from the car park there was a lot less people around which was an improvement even if Elliot and Huw were taking it in turns to hold the leash.

“Are we nearly done?” Scott asked after nearly an hour and a half of walking. He didn’t say why he was suddenly so anxious to be done but his guts were beginning to complain and he knew he didn’t have a lot of time before he soiled himself.

“We’re about halfway there.” Nick said as he looked at the map and then out at the thick woodland.

“I’d just really like to go home now.” Scott moaned as his bowels started to cramp. He knew it was pointless, there was no chance he was even making it another hundred feet before the inevitable happened.

“And I’d like you to stop whining.” Deborah replied impatiently, “You’ve done nothing but complain today.”

“Can you blame me?” Scott replied before he could stop himself.

“Alright, that’s it.” Deborah stopped and reached into her pocket, “You’re forcing me to do this. We want to enjoy the wildlife and can’t do it if you keep talking and scaring everything away.”

Scott saw his mother pull out his dummy and though he wanted to refuse he knew his situation could only get worse. The latex teat passed between his lips and soon the plastic mouth guard was bobbing on his lips. He had been rendered silent in the same way a toddler would and just like a toddler he didn’t dare to disobey his Mummy.

Scott was led along by his leash but every step was increasing his discomfort and his body didn’t understand why he didn’t just fill his pants like he had become so used to doing. He was finding it hard to remember that people weren’t supposed to just poop themselves as soon as they felt a need to go.

“Mmmm!” Scott whined around his pacifier like a muzzled dog and just like a dog he was about to just squat in the middle of the open.

Scott couldn’t hold on any more. He was defeated and his weakened sphincter was already waving the white flag. Scott stopped suddenly and squatted down, his eyes were closed and his face was red as Elliot noticed the sudden stop on the leash and looked back.

“Hold on, everyone.” Elliot called out when he saw his older brother bent over on the path, “The baby is making a chocolate surprise!”

As Elliot and Huw laughed Scott thought he could hear his mother sigh in resigned disappointment despite being several feet from her. Scott grunted and soon felt sticky poop push out of him as if it was always meant to flow so freely. He felt one log squeeze out and a second one starting immediately afterwards. They followed each other until he could feel the crap pushing his nappy out in a bulge. He pushed again and felt even more of his waste drop out of him, almost simultaneously he felt his bladder release as he flooded the front of the nappy just like he had done the back.

Scott was sniffling as he finally finished and started to stand up again. He felt the poop shift in his nappy and the seat drooped so low it was threatening to pull his shorts down. He was just regaining his feet when he suddenly felt a tug on the reigns. He stumbled backwards feeling the stinky waste sticking to him and spreading all over. He lost his footing and fell backwards against the ground.

The splat was audible as poop seemed to explode in his diaper. He didn’t need to look down to know it had leaked out of the sides, he could feel his mess on his legs much lower than where the nappy was. Tears sprung to his eyes as he started to sob. He laid back on the ground and in the ultimate display of a tantrum he started hitting the ground with his hands and feet.

“Elliot!” Deborah shouted.

“What!?” Elliot pleaded his innocence, “He was stood up! I thought he was ready to go!”

None of this mattered to Scott who knew his white shorts were now streaked with brown poop. He cried harder than ever before at the futility of everything. In that moment he realised he was the baby his family treated him like and he would always be this way. There was just no redemption for Scott and he had to accept this was his place in life. It always would be. Something changed within Scott as he gave up the fight once and for all, as if a switch was flicked Scott gave up being an adult and now felt that his baby side was the biggest part of him.

[LBBoy]

Great story - great fun.  One minor point...  while fiction is fiction, and details don't REALLY matter, Christmas vacation in Canada might be too cold for any boy, no matter how big or small, to be in shorts on a hike.

[Josh23]

Loved this story Elfy! One of your best 

[Babypants]

A decent ending to part one, and a thought provoking one.  The key moment is when Scott asks his mother to respect his sense of modesty, and she responds that "babies don't have modesty."  Precisely.  Modesty is an acquired cultural trait, the definition of which varies widely across cultures at wide removes from one another in space and time.  Babies are neither modest nor immodest because they cannot conceptualize the distinction.  Scott is not a baby, and never will be, because he can make such distinctions.  Instead, Scott is the victim of a deliberate or accidental (this remains unclear) long form interrogation technique that relies on physical isolation of the subject, which creates a level of dependency ("mummy") that is heavily rooted in depriving the subject of control of his bodily functions.  With a subject not trained to resist, over time such an assault stands a very good chance of collapsing the ego in the manner that you describe in your last paragraph.  A skilled therapist with field experience in PTSD can repair the damage, so I look forward to seeing whether you will bring Scott back from the abyss in the follow-on.

 

[D503]

Love it. Hope it isn't over yet.

[Sarah Penguin]

[Angela Bauer]

Elfy, many thanks for sharing this story. I'll try my best to be patient until you can return to Scott.

[Elfy]

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Scott's back at home and feeling miserable. Perhaps a babysitting from Lyra will help him though he does somewhat doubt it.

The story isn't ready to return on a full time basis but I have a nice Christmas special (though there's nothing Christmassy in it) update for everyone

Merry Christmas and a happy new year everyone!

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Scott sat in his room in his wet nappy. He was looking out of the window at the world that was passing by. He wondered what his friends from school were doing now. He knew many were planning to go to college, Scott himself had never paid enough attention at school to really consider higher education.

Scott had finished his exams and got his results back just last week. He had actually done better than any of his teachers had ever predicted. His newly found obedience and home schooling seemed to help him out. Not that it mattered, Scott wasn’t going to be going to college or getting a job. As far as he could tell he was going to be kept at home under his strict mother’s watchful eyes forever and ever.

The crib that had become Scott’s bed had one side of it’s railings down and he was perched on the edge of it. His nursery was something he still couldn’t get used to. When he and Huw had started potty training Scott was excited at the prospect of getting out of nappies but it didn’t take long for the small child to show Scott up. Huw was now out of nappies whilst Scott was more dependent on them than ever before. The room switch had been hard for Scott to take. The only thing Scott had been allowed to bring with him to the nursery was his computer. However, the PC had the strictest parental lock settings available, he really couldn’t do or look at anything interesting.

There was a knock on the door and Scott looked up. He suddenly realised he had been spacing out for quite some time. The sun had moved across the sky whilst Scott watched the gently shifting shadows.

“Baby!” It was Elliot’s mocking voice.

“What?” Scott replied sulkily.

The door opened and Elliot swaggered in. He looked around at the nursery and smiled. Elliot had found Scott’s predicament no end of fun and hadn’t yet missed an opportunity to tease his “big” brother. This whole punishment had gotten old for Scott the moment it started, for Elliott it seemed to only get funnier.

“Do you want something?” Scott asked in annoyance.

“I’m just doing by brotherly duties.” Elliot smiled as he walked across to the crib. He reached down and pressed his palm to Scott’s nappy. He looked at Scott until the older brother looked away in shame.

Scott huffed but his thighs parted a little. It was an automatic reaction, whenever he was having his nappy checked he always made it easier for the other person. After countless checks it had become an embarrassing second nature. Any mother would recognise the wide-legged stance with hips moved forwards slightly.

“You’ll need a change soon.” Elliot’s mocking glare made Scott wilt.

Elliot was only a teenager and yet for all intents and purposes he was the older brother now. Scott turned his blushing face away. He knew Elliot wasn’t lying, he had been in this nappy for several hours and it was very wet.

“Are you going to change me?” Scott asked earnestly.

“Eww, no way.” Elliot replied. He stepped back, “I’ll leave that for Lyra…”

“Lyra!?” Scott looked at his brother with wide eyes, “L-Lyra is coming here?”

“She’s coming to babysit.” Elliot replied airily. He had picked up one of Scott’s stuffed animals to examine it, “Mom decided I’m too young.”

Scott swallowed hard. The last time Scott had seen Lyra was when they were having a pub lunch together. He remembered well how he had terribly embarrassed himself that day. The pretty young woman had also taken care of him at the day care, it felt like Scott only ever saw her at his worst and he was anxious not to embarrass himself again.

“When is she coming?” Scott asked.

“About half an hour.” Elliot replied as he dropped the stuffed animal, “Think your nappy can last that long?”

Scott knew his brother was teasing him but he nodded his head anyway. With a snort Elliot left the room and Scott took a deep breath. He didn’t really know why he could feel butterflies in his tummy, it wasn’t like he could do anything that Lyra hadn’t already seen. He had to admit that he might have a little crush on her but he knew she was out of his league. A beautiful young woman like her would never want a baby like him.

Scott was wearing just a t-shirt with his nappy so before Lyra arrived he went over to the closet and searched for something that might give him a modicum of dignity. He pulled out a pair of pants and stepped into them. When he pulled them up he had to work to get it over the bulging padding, they didn’t do a great job of hiding his underwear but it was better than nothing.

Scott’s heart was hammering as he looked around his nursery. There was nothing else he could do, it would be impossible to hide any of this stuff. A knock on the front door made the colour drain from Scott’s face. He took a deep shuddering breath and prepared for a fresh evening of cringing shame. At least it would only be a few hours.

“Oh, Lyra, hello!” Deborah’s voice came from the hallway downstairs as she opened the door.

Scott felt a fresh flush of heat in his nappy. The fear emptying his bladder seemed to freeze him to the spot. Downstairs was the sound of people moving around and voices. Scott heard his youngest brother, Huw, as well as his mom and step-father. Lyra’s angelic voice rang through and then… there was a mysterious male voice. Scott frowned. Was there someone else here?

Scott creeped out of his bedroom and on to the landing. He leaned over the railing to try and see what was happening but there was no one there, they had all moved into the living room. Scott wasn’t sure what to do. If there really was someone here who he didn’t know then he wanted to hide for as long as possible.

“You can’t hide up here forever.” Elliot’s voice made Scott jump.

“I’m not hiding.” Scott replied unconvincingly.

“Cool, you’ll come down with me then.” Elliot clapped Scott on the back.

Scott sighed as he followed his brother. He heard laughter coming from the living room and although he tried to listen for a voice he didn’t recognise he couldn’t hear anything unexpected. Elliot pushed the living room door open and Scott followed a few steps behind.

“There he is!” Lyra was sitting on the couch but as Scott and Elliot walked in she climbed to her feet.

Scott awkwardly stood near the door as Lyra came over and wrapped her arms around him. Scott felt embarrassed, a fact that wasn’t helped when Lyra’s hands travelled down his back and touched the seat of his nappy. When Scott was finally released he could see his parents sitting with Huw in the armchairs. Huw looked upset that Nick and Deborah were going out.

On the couch was a young man Scott recognised from school. Scott knew his name was Noah and he was a bit of an asshole. Scott blushed harder as a new pair of eyes saw his shameful state and smirked. Scott had no idea why Lyra would be the girlfriend of someone like Noah. Lyra deserved better than someone like Noah, she deserved someone like…

Scott made himself jump when he realised he was about to think of himself as a better boyfriend for Lyra than Noah! As if the mature young woman would want a little baby like himself. He really wished he wouldn’t torture himself with a crush he could never hope to act on.

“Are you sure you’re OK looking after two babies?” Deborah asked as Lyra sat back down on the couch. Deborah hugged Huw closer to her, “This one is nearly trained but might have some accidents.”

The implicit fact left out of what Deborah said was that Scott’s aborted attempt at potty training had badly failed and there was no chance of success any time soon. Scott pouted from the doorway and refused to walk further in to the room. As if being babysat by someone the same age as him wasn’t embarrassing enough he was now seen as smaller than Huw for all intents and purposes. It didn’t help that his nappy was currently wet, he didn’t need to check Huw to know that his pull-ups were dry. He hadn’t had many accidents recently.

“We’d better be off.” Nick said as he stood up and gathered his coat.

“No!” Huw cried out. He clutched his mum.

“Come on, Huw.” Deborah smiled as she pulled her son away from her and looked into his tearful face, “Mummy will only be gone a few hours. Lyra will be here, she’ll play with you and you’ll have a great time.”

Huw looked at Lyra sceptically. Lyra was an expert at looking after children though. Without missing a beat Lyra reached down and picked up a bucket of blocks that was left in the corner of the room. She looked into it and let a very childish awe come over her face.

“Wow, are all these blocks yours!?” Lyra said to Huw. She sat down cross-legged on the floor, “These are so cool!”

Huw nodded his head. His tears dried up as his attention was totally taken from his parents to the blocks Lyra was now emptying on to the floor.

Scott pouted for a second before he realised what he was doing and pulled his lip back in. The truth was that he saw those blocks as his. He was the one who played with them and Huw hadn’t wanted to play with him recently.  With a startling moment of clarity Scott suddenly realised he felt resentment towards his little brother over ownership of some colourful building blocks.

“These are great!” Lyra smiled as she picked two of the blocks up, “I’ll tell you what… I’ve got some sweets in my bag. How about whoever can build the best tower wins the sweets?”

Huw’s eyes grew wide and a smile grew across his face as he nodded his head. No longer looking at or clutching his mother he scrambled down to the floor. Deborah raised her eyebrows and nodded her head at the impressive way Lyra had distracted a toddler on the verge of a tantrum.

“Alright, well, be good everyone.” Deborah said as she stood up and grabbed her bag, “Lyra, you’ve got our numbers in case of emergencies.”

With that Scott watched his parents leave. The front door closed a few seconds later and the only sound left in the room was of little blocks banging together. Scott continued to stand awkwardly. It was impossible for him to miss the looks of amusement on the faces of Elliott and Noah. He wished someone would tell him what to do.

“Would you like to play as well, Scott?” Lyra asked as she held out a block.

Scott felt shame flooding his system but he forced himself to nod. He crinkled loudly as he stepped over and sat down to the side of the others. He couldn’t speak because he knew opening his mouth would probably start him crying like a baby.

“I can’t believe it!” Noah finally said as he leant forwards in his chair, “He’s actually treated like a baby? Seriously?”

“I told you I wasn’t joking.” Lyra replied with a small chuckle, “You owe me £20.”

“I’ll gladly pay.” Noah laughed.

“You should see his bedroom!” Elliott piped up from the couch.

“Oh yeah?” Noah looked over to Scott.

“I’ll show you it later.” Elliott’s favourite pastime seemed to be humiliating his older brother. He loved talking about Scott’s recent history, “We went on holiday and…”

Scott tried his best to tune out and focus on building his blocks up. He was blushing deeply as Elliott launched from one story into another, every one of them true and every one of them humiliating. Noah, a man whom Scott knew throughout school as an acquaintance was hanging on this teenager’s words. Elliott seemed delighted to be getting so much attention from a “cool” older teen.

“Do you want to go see his room then?” Elliott finally asked after telling Noah about the time Scott had to be found by a lifeguard and was changed on the beach.

“Sure.” Noah seemed infinitely entertained by everything Scott was going through.

Noah stood up and followed Elliott out of the room. Scott heard their footsteps going upstairs, he hated that he didn’t get a say in who saw his room. He didn’t get a say in any part of his life.

“Why did you bring him?” Scott sulkily asked as half his tower of blocks toppled over.

“When I told him about you he couldn’t believe it.” Lyra replied with a chuckle, “He thought I was making it all up so I invited him to come see.”

“You’ve told people?” Scott felt his heart sink. He knew that a lot of people had seen what he had become but it felt different when it was people that knew him.

“Just Noah.” Lyra replied. She turned to Huw, “Oh wow, look at that tower! We’ve got a little architect over here.”

Scott looked over to see that Huw’s tower was indeed better than his own. It wasn’t a surprise when Scott was so distracted by everything going on, it did make him feel a little embarrassed though. It seemed like he couldn’t even play as well as his toddler brother.

“Alright, Huw, why don’t you help your brother whilst I prepare some dinner for everyone?” Lyra suggested, “Can you do that? Can you be a big boy and help your brother build a cool tower like yours?”

“Uh huh.” Huw nodded his head happily.

Scott ducked his head a little as Huw got praised and Lyra stood up. To be left in the care of Huw was embarrassing in the extreme but the toddler seemed to revel in it. He took no time at all to start directing Scott as if he was a master engineer.

“No, not like that.” Huw said when Scott placed a block, “Like this.”

Huw took the block from Scott and placed it on the ground. He made it so the base was four blocks instead of one. Scott had to admit that it made sense, it would give the tower more stability but he didn’t think they were taking this seriously. He could only blush in humiliation as Huw praised him.

“Bossy pants.” Scott muttered under his breath.

“Huh?” Huw asked.

“Nothing…” Scott said.

“I need the potty!” Huw quickly stood up. He hurried halfway out of the room and then stopped and looked back, “Can I leave you alone?”

Scott nodded his head as his cheeks flushed red again. Everyone acted like he wasn’t really eighteen-years-old, they all seemed so deeply convinced that he was an infant that it made it hard for Scott to remember he wasn’t. It had been so long since he had experienced life out of nappies and he felt further away from getting his underpants back than ever before.

From the hallway he heard Huw calling for Lyra and then the two rushing up the stairs. Scott stayed alone in the living room and felt himself wetting his nappy. He sighed as the warmth tickled his skin and trickled down between the cheeks of his bottom. Regular underpants definitely felt further away than ever before.

Scott sat in silence and built the little block tower. Upstairs he knew Huw was using the toilet like a big boy and Elliott was impressing his new older friend. Scott definitely felt like the baby of the family.

A few minutes later there were more footsteps on the stairs and it sounded like everyone was coming back down. Huw walked into the living room with a big smile on his face and a proud swagger, Lyra wasn’t with him so had presumably returned to the kitchen to continue cooking. Elliott and Noah walked in shortly after Huw, they had these horrible condescending smiles on their faces like they were in on a joke that Scott didn’t know about.

“Lyra wants us all in the dining room.” Noah said from the doorway, “Dinner is nearly ready apparently.”

Scott was the last to leave the room. His bulbous rear end crinkled as he stood up, his clothes did next to nothing to hide what he was wearing underneath. As he was about to leave the room Noah put his arm out and blocked the doorway. Scott froze, he heard his two brothers going out into the dining room and felt a childish desire to call out to them for help.

“I always knew you were pathetic but this is more than I ever imagined.” Noah muttered, “What sort of man lets this happen to them?”

Scott had asked this question of himself many times and he didn’t have an answer. The “bad boy” who did whatever he wanted was now the baby boy with no control over his life. It had been so easy for his to fall into this submissive position.

“C-Can I just go…” Scott asked as he kept his eyes on the ground.

“Of course.” Noah’s smirk of dominance made Scott feel half as tall as he was.

Scott waited for Noah’s arm to move and then he started through the doorway. He was almost out in the hall when he felt a hand grab the rear of his pants and pull down. The soft material of the pants seemed to just glide over the nappy and drop down his legs. He froze in place with horror etched over his features.

“What are you-” Scott started but his question was answered before he could ask it.

Scott felt his wet nappy pushed up between his legs and against his crotch. It was Noah’s hand of course and Scott stayed as still as possible as this almost stranger checked him. He saw a second hand reaching towards his front and he closed his eyes in shame as he felt Noah assessing the obviously wet underwear.

“I can’t believe you actually use these…” Noah was practically whispering but he was so close to Scott it still made him jump.

“I-I don’t have a choice!” Scott pathetically tried to plead.

“Step out of your trousers.” Noah ordered.

“Can’t I…” Scott started.

“Step out of them and go for dinner.” Noah insisted. To make his point he stood on the trousers that were against the ground and around Scott’s ankles.

It seemed like any adult could order Scott around. With a groan of despair Scott started moving his feet to try and kick his trousers off. They weren’t easy to dislodge and he almost tripped himself up.

“Woah, careful there, baby.” Noah said with a chuckle.

Scott felt overcome with humiliation as he grabbed hold of Noah’s arm to balance himself and get his pants off. His wet diaper was on display and he felt like he couldn’t even undress and embarrass himself without help.

“There you go.” Noah said as he kicked Scott’s trousers into the living room, “Now you’re dressed for dinner. Say “thank you, Noah”… Wait, wait, wait, say “thank you, Uncle Noah.””

Scott physically winced. He chanced a look up at Noah’s face and saw him truly enjoying it. This was a game to him, Scott was a new toy that he was having fun playing with. Scott knew the look, he had seen it on so many people’s faces at this point. He took a deep breath and looked down at the floor.

“Thank you Uncle Noah.” Scott muttered.

“Good boy. Run along now.” Noah was failing to stifle his giggles.

[Sarah Penguin]

[Eagle0769]

Happy to see this back after a month.

Please keep going. :-)

[Sparkle Dust]

On 10/3/2020 at 11:30 PM, Babypants said:

Tom, you have just put your finger on the biggest structural problem embedded in any story written from a single POV.  In this instance, we don't know what the father thinks because the only practical way to insert it in the text is to have the protagonist ask the father, and get "no" for an answer, complete with explanation.  This would have worked, but too many asides of this type interrupt narrative flow. It is often better to have a second character with POV-- in this instance, the mother.  Using this specific example again, a conversation to this effect between mother and father would give us a better sense of her motivation, and rather than interrupting the narrative, would be central to it.

Alas, one of the real challenges in writing fiction is finding the balance between essential and extraneous detail.  The one constant is that you have to give your characters enough depth that their thoughts, words and actions are plausible.  As the number of POV's increases, the risk of getting this wrong goes up exponentially.  Very, very few professional writers can pull off something like James Clavell's Noble House. 

True words, although I consider myself to be too much of a novice to pull something as deep as this story.  
 

I like giving my characters quirky gimmicks but also their personality explored more through actions and experiences that better flow their character development.  
 

Katie: “i sure wish Mommy was this prepared in my story Chill Out Mom!  I’m already 200 pages in, and I only just started wearing diapers 24/7.  At least I get character development where at first I come out as a victim due to compressed love of infantalism,  to a very manipulative anti-hero using diapers as a zen substitute.”

And I end up switching POV between Katie and her Mom Mimi to explore both of their journeys wearing diapers for different reasons and different  reactions to them. 
 

With a Baby of the Family it would be interesting to see Deborah’s thoughts. Maybe it’s more maternal and a warm feeling in wanting to baby Scott.  The biggest issue with the story is lack of much character development.  Sure there is karma, but very episodic plot. Now if you really want sadism humiliation the best options are always public!  

On 11/2/2020 at 1:11 PM, Sarah Penguin said:

I don't so much hate math as the endless sheets of terrifyingly boring and dull much more so than any other thing that came up in school homework *itself*. Math class kind of okay except for high school  Calculus kind of melted my brain though.

Geometry was a nightmare.

[Sparkle Dust]

Hmm...  I would like to retract previous content of lack of character development.  More noticeable at this point.  

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As Scott was finally able to enter the hallway he felt Noah pat his butt several times. The sound of the hand on the outer plastic made him wince as it echoed around the tall walls of the hallway. Scott could hear Noah following him as he walked through to the dining room. Everyone else was already sat down. Elliott and Huw were in their usual seats with Lyra sitting next to the empty highchair.

“There you are.” Lyra smiled as Scott walked in. She said nothing about him suddenly being without trousers, “Did you get lost?”

“I was just checking the baby.” Noah said as he walked in behind Scott and sat next to Lyra, “Didn’t want him to leak during dinner after all.”

Scott crinkled as he walked over to the table. He could feel the eyes of everyone watching him, his wet nappy feeling very obvious around his waist. He hopped up and sat down with a face bursting with blush. He had Lyra right next to him and she reached over to pull the plastic tray down. A bowl of baby food was placed on the tray making Scott gasp in shock.

“W-What is this!?” Scott asked as he watched a bubble rise up and pop in the thick mush.

“It’s what your mum left you for dinner.” Lyra replied. She picked up the spoon and stirred the thick mush.

Elliott snorted in laughter and Huw joined in. Scott looked up to see Huw with his own knife and fork in front of him and the same food as everyone else. Scott didn’t understand, he had never been given baby food before no matter whether he was being good or bad. The baby food in front of him looked incredibly unappetising, it looked more like something a cat would throw up than food for human consumption. He felt his tummy turn at the thought of it.

“Th-This can’t be right…” Scott said through his embarrassment, “I don’t eat this stuff. Mummy must’ve le-”

“It’s what your mum left.” Lyra shrugged, “So be a good boy and eat your food.”

Scott didn’t think he could blush any harder but as he felt the heat rise in his face he knew he must be going redder than ever. He didn’t think Lyra would lie about this so that meant his mum had genuinely left a jar of baby food for his dinner. He felt his hold on adulthood slipping again. When Lyra told him to be good he felt he had no choice but to comply.

“Wait!” Noah said as Scott picked up the spoon, “Lyra, you should feed him.”

“Does your mum normally feed you?” Lyra asked Scott condescendingly.

“Of course no-” Scott started.

“She does.” Elliott interrupted loudly with a lie.

Despite Scott’s protestations that came across more as toddler whining Lyra reached over to the spoon and dipped it into the food. Nobody would listen to reason and Scott was stuck with the food being lifted towards his lips as everyone watched. He didn’t know what to do so he clamped his mouth shut and turned his head away. It was an automatic reaction to the embarrassing situation.

“Come on, baby.” Lyra gently encouraged, “Open up the tunnel for the choo-choo-train.”

Scott felt so humiliated he could shrivel up and implode upon himself. He trembled a little as he tried to work out what to do. If he let Lyra feed him he would look like a little baby but would it be any better to continue resisting? Would it make any difference?

“This is Conductor Lyra asking for permission to go through the tunnel!” Lyra raised a hand in the air and acted as if she was pulling a train whistle.

No one was eating. Everyone was watching Scott as if it was some kind of entertainment. He wished his brothers would look away at least but they seemed to have more appetite for his humiliation than their food. He shifted uncomfortable in his seat and heard himself crinkle again. This was a nightmare!

With trepidation and the realisation that Lyra wouldn’t give up Scott turned his head slowly and opened his mouth. He very quickly felt the spoon push past his lips with some of the mushy food smearing around his mouth.

“What a good boy!” Lyra encouraged as she ate a little of her own meal.

The baby food was as bland as cardboard but only half as appetising. He swallowed and was unable to hide his disgust and looked around for something to drink. He was left empty-handed.

“Oh, I forgot Scott’s drink…” Lyra looked around, “Elliott, could you be a dear? There’s something prepared for him in the fridge.”

Elliott’s chair scraped on the floor as he pushed it backwards. Scott watched as his brother went to the fridge, he opened the door and then let out a snort of a laugh. He pulled out a baby bottle and walked back over to the table. He handed it to Lyra who put it on Scott’s tray. Scott hesitated for just a second before swallowing what remained of his pride and bringing the bottle to his lips. He sucked down the milk and was grateful just to get the baby food taste away.

No sooner had Scott put the bottle down on the tray than another spoonful of mush was pushed into his mouth. He was humiliated as he sat there like a baby whilst everyone else conversed as if there was nothing strange going on. He didn’t know if the way everyone treated this as normal was any better than the staring from before. It seemed all four of the others genuinely thought he was nothing but a baby that could be easily distracted and ignored. Even Huw was joining in even if the others were just humouring him.

It was excruciating for Scott to be trapped in his highchair and helplessly spoon fed. He had hoped Lyra would treat him in a slightly more grown-up manner and yet it seemed she was going even further in treating Scott like a baby. He could feel his tummy grumble as it digested the semi-solid food. The food on everyone else’s plates made Scott intensely jealous.

“This is lovely.” Lyra said with a smile as she scraped up the last of the baby food and fed it to Scott, “Just like a little family.”

Scott’s mind immediately started wondering how things would be different if Lyra and Noah were his parents. He wasn’t sure about Noah but the idea of Lyra being his Mummy made his heart ache that it wasn’t reality. He was still daydreaming when he felt another rumble in his tummy. A sudden need for the bathroom was growing so quickly he almost immediately knew he was in trouble. It felt like there was a mudslide in his body and he knew holding it back would be impossible.

“Potty! Potty!” Scott suddenly exclaimed. He squirmed on his seat as he felt his bowels already pushing.

“Oh, quick!” Lyra said as she put her cutlery down.

Scott reached his arms out desperately like a baby waiting to be picked up as Lyra started undoing the latch holding the highchair’s tray in place. The others around the table were giggling with Noah shaking his head, he looked like he was almost in tears from laughter.

“Potty!” Scott said again desperately. He felt his little hole opening as poop pushed forwards regardless of where he was. He could barely even slow things down.

“I know, baby.” Lyra said as the tray moved out of the way, “Just hold on a minute.”

Scott didn’t have a minute. He whined as he realised internally that he was never going to make it to the bathroom. If his potty had been in the room with him he would’ve still struggled to make it, his body was putting up a pathetic defence against the inevitable. Lyra put her hands under Scott’s armpits and lifted him down to the ground. As soon as his butt left the hard surface of the seat he felt his body push down.

In a last desperate attempt to preserve his dignity Scott tried to hurriedly waddle forwards and out of view but after just a couple of steps his body cramped up. Scott squat down with his rear end sticking out behind him. He grunted and immediately felt his diaper expand. He could feel the plastic at the front pressing against his crotch as the rear pushed out.

With laughter coming from the males at the table Scott put his face in his hands. He could feel the sticky mess in his diaper settling, the warmth spreading out against his skin making his butt burn the same way his face was. The jeering from the table cut at him like a knife. When he felt a hand suddenly rest on his shoulder he almost jumped out of his diaper.

“It’s OK, Scott.” Lyra encouraged, “You nearly made it. Get all that yucky poo-poo out and we’ll get you a nice change.”

Lyra’s kindness was a blessing and a curse. Compared to the harsh laughter Lyra was like an angel and Scott found himself crushing on her even harder. Despite all that he found her pity somewhat condescending. He hadn’t nearly made it to the potty, he hadn’t even come close and being told he did well for pooping himself because he tried not to didn’t do much to make him feel better.

Scott pushed down in defeat and felt a second load enter his diaper. The mess spread around the padding as he filled his disposable with everything he had, it was better after all to completely soil this diaper than to soil his next one too soon. When he was finally finished he tentatively stood up again.

The contrast between Scott’s humiliating spectacle and Huw’s successful trip to the toilet earlier was stark. As Scott straightened up he could feel the mushy pile squeezing against him and the sides of the diaper. He didn’t hesitate when Lyra took his hand and gladly waddled out of the room away from the other boys.

“Ignore them.” Lyra said as if reading Scott’s mind, “They’re just trying to out-macho each other. Toxic masculinity, that’s all.”

Scott disagreed though he didn’t say so. If the shoe had been on the other foot and one of the others had pooped themselves he was sure he would be laughing. Still, he appreciated Lyra at least trying to make him feel better, it was more than most people did for him these days.

“Damn, it bloody stinks in here!” Noah called out. The table burst into laughter.

“Noah!” Lyra stopped to chastise her boyfriend, “Don’t swear in front of the little ones!”

Scott waddled awkwardly to the stairs. Lyra followed but seemed to make sure she was several steps behind the baby she was sitting. Scott went into the nursery and over to the changing table. As he waited for Lyra to catch up Scott looked at the padded table, the smooth plastic surface had several patches of discolouration. He knew at least half of them were made by him.

Lyra closed the nursery door behind her as she walked in. Scott watched her look around the nursery and smile, he didn’t know whether or not he should be pleased that his room was getting the Lyra seal of approval. It didn’t take long for the experienced babysitter to find the nappies and other changing supplies.

“Up you get.” Lyra said as she nodded at the changing table.

Scott knew it was coming but this was still one of his most hated parts of getting his diaper change. He rested his hands on top of the table and lifted himself up. He turned and then sat down. The poop in his nappy was compressed and spread out over his backside. He shuddered as he laid back against the table. He tried to distract himself by looking out the window but the reality of having his nappy changed by his former classmate was impossible to forget. It wasn’t the first time but that hardly made him feel any better.

“Gosh, you really had to go, huh?” Lyra said as she looked between Scott’s legs.

Scott blushed as he felt his babysitter prodding the padding. He could feel how much his mushy poop had filled his underwear. The padding hung low between his thighs and felt very slimy. Scott tried to swallow back the shame which threatened to overwhelm him. His crush was about to see him naked but it wasn’t how he had ever pictured it happening, this was all so far away from his fantasies.

“Well, big babies make big messes.” Lyra said with a smile as she looked up at Scott.

The tapes were pulled off the front of the nappy and as it was lowered between his legs the smell grew a lot worse. Lyra struggled to hide her disgust from her face as she grabbed a few wet wipes and started the long process of cleaning the poopy adult baby.

“You know, I would’ve thought you’re parents would’ve let up on this by now.” Lyra said conversationally as she worked away at cleaning Scott, “I know they were punishing you but it’s been going on a while.”

Scott didn’t need telling that his punishment had stretched out over a long period of time. It felt like an eternity ago that he had wet the bed and started this whole journey. It felt like everything had spiralled downwards since.

“Well… They tried to potty train me…” Scott mumbled.

“How’s that going?” Lyra’s question could’ve been considered sarcastic bearing in mind what she was doing. The earnest look on her face made Scott think she was being sincere.

Scott didn’t reply. Instead he let his head flop dejectedly to the side so he could look at the window. Outside he could see people living regular lives. He thought about all the people he had met growing up and wondered what they were up to now. He started to wonder if he would ever get out of nappies. If he couldn’t potty train now there was no reason to suspect it would get any better in the future.

“There we go.” Lyra said as she balled up the used nappy.

Scott looked over and felt a fresh cascade of humiliation as he saw the badly discoloured nappy. He could see how big it was even when folded up and it was sufficiently heavy that when Lyra dropped it in the trash can for his nappies it hit the bottom with a thud.

A new nappy was unfolded and slipped underneath Scott. He felt Lyra sprinkle baby powder over his crotch, Scott wasn’t powdered all that often and he wondered if maybe it looked like he was getting a rash or something. He so rarely got to see his own crotch these days. Lyra started massaging the powder into Scott’s skin.

Scott went very still as he felt himself growing excited. With how much his face was flushing he was surprised there was enough blood to get him hard. He could feel Lyra’s hands pause and then pull away. The next thing he felt was the front of the nappy getting pulled up and over his crotch.

Scott dared to glance at Lyra out of the corner of his eye saw she was a little pink in the cheeks. She typed the nappy slightly more tightly than she meant to. She looked a little embarrassed.

“Sorry…” Scott said quietly, “I can’t help it.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Lyra replied as she checked the tapes and the leg bands of the diaper, “I just… Yeah. I think it’s time for a nap.”

Scott didn’t argue. Anything that kept him away from the boys downstairs was welcome in his eyes. He sat up, the fresh nappy crinkled loudly, and he dropped down to the floor. He walked across to where Lyra was standing next to the crib. He scrambled up and into the baby bed and turned to face the young woman.

“You know… You’re a very sweet boy.” Lyra said. She raised the side of the crib until it locked into place, “Have a nice rest.”

Scott watched Lyra go and then laid his head down on the pillow. Scott felt a little bit of pride at the compliment, he really felt that Lyra liked him even if it wasn’t in the way he fantasised about. Unfortunately for Scott the physical feeling of his nappy tenting against his straining penis was very distracting. Soon the compliment disappeared to be replaced with frustration. As if being frustrated about his situation and life wasn’t bad enough he now had to add sexual frustration to the list.

[Sarah Penguin]

[Pierry Louys]

Good chapter like always! But I still hope Scott someday get some love and affection in his live again 

[Sammy9]

Despite the bleak chances I am still rooting for Scott and I still can't understand why is his mother so oblivious to his pain? I mean the guy is spacing out and his parents haven't yet consulted a psychiatrist 

[Elfy]

Lyra has put Scott down to bed but maybe she has other plans as well...

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Scott was lying in his crib dozing off when he suddenly heard the door to his nursery creak open a little. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and rolled over, his nappy crinkled underneath the thin covers. Whoever it was coming in they were probably going to check him and then leave, the same procedure he had experienced a thousand times. He felt dry though, he smiled sleepily. There was still some pride to be had in remaining dry when asleep.

Scott was facing the wall when he heard the side of the crib rattle to the ground. He thought that was a little odd since his nappy checks in bed usually involved a hand reaching through the bars. Oh well, it wasn’t Scott’s place to question how more grown up people went about their business. He assumed it was either his mum or step-dad, at worst it would be Elliott.

A hand touched the back of Scott’s nappy. He felt it cup the padding and then rub a little. It felt like a small hand, in his experience that meant it mostly likely belonged to Deborah. He sighed a little, that was probably the least bad option and when she found out he was dry maybe he would actually get some praise for it!

The hand moved lower. Scott frowned with his eyes closed. This seemed like a particularly thorough check but that kind of made sense, if the rear of his nappy was dry then his mother would have to check the front as well. As the hand nudged his thighs he lifted his leg so that his foot was flat on the mattress and his knee in the air. He felt the hand move to the warm plastic between his thighs, fortunately it was only warm because of his body heat. The hand then reached all the way round to the front of the padding. It cupped the small bulge made by his genitals. Scott was getting annoyed now, he just wanted to continue his nap.

“I’m dry…” Scott whined.

“I can feel that.” Lyra’s voice startled Scott, “What a good boy.”

Scott jumped and quickly powered his leg back down. His eyes had snapped open and they remained wide as he rolled over to face his babysitter. She was smiling at him.

“L-Lyra… I… I thought…” Scott mumbled.

“You thought what?” Lyra asked.

Scott’s heart was hammering and he slowly looked down to find Lyra’s hand still cupping his nappy. Despite, or maybe because of, his embarrassment he felt himself twitching inside the padding. Half of him wanted to pull away from the lingering hand but the other half kept him where he was.

“I thought you was my Mum.” Scott practically whispered.

“If that’s what gets you going…” Lyra giggled.

“No! I mean, I… What!?” Scott spluttered. He was so confused. It was like his brain was suffering from whiplash.

“Come on, you know what I’m talking about.” Lyra said. To punctuate her point she gently squeezed Scott’s nappy twice.

Scott was now already at half-mast. His nappy felt tighter than usual as he felt blood inflating his member with every pulse of his heart. He didn’t really know what was happening, he hardly dared to hope this was what it seemed like. If Lyra was still here didn’t that mean Noah was downstairs? And what about Scott’s two brothers?

“Don’t worry about a thing.” Lyra whispered as if reading Scott’s mind, “I saw what happened when I changed your nappy.”

Scott blushed even further. His penis was now fully erect and straining against the padding inside his nappy. He could only barely supress the urge to start thrusting his crotch against Lyra’s hand. Scott remembered his change as well, his body had reacted predictably to the pretty young woman cleaning his crotch.

“You really think I want to be with that asshole?” Lyra asked gently. She was leaning into the crib now, “I want a sweet boy like you…”

Scott gulped as he felt his heart hammering so hard he thought it might crack his ribs. His leg shook and he had no idea what to do. He was a virgin and despite the “bad boy” persona he used to have he hadn’t even kissed a girl. He had thought he would never get with a lady now that he was essentially a baby but a miracle appeared to be occurring in front of his eyes.

Lyra was leaning in closer and closer. She was just inches away and Scott realised that this was it, he was about to kiss a girl!

Scott closed his eyes and opened his mouth a little. He really had no idea what he was doing but he was sure Lyra knew. He still found himself shocked when he felt Lyra’s soft and slightly moist lips press against his. He breathed out deeply through his nose and almost seemed to melt into the woman giving him such attention. Lyra’s lips opened a little, it was so warm and inviting. Scott could barely manage to keep himself still.

Scott felt Lyra’s tongue flick past his lips. He could feel her smile as she kissed him, Scott could’ve stayed like that forever but was left disappointed when Lyra pulled back after just a few seconds. She was smiling at Scott rather dreamily. She slowly licked her lips as she moved back and looked down to Scott’s crotch.

“Maybe we should change you out of that nappy…” Lyra whispered throatily.

“But I’m dry.” Scott replied rather dumbly. As excited as he was he felt like he wanted someone to acknowledge that he had kept his nappy dry during his nap!

“I know.” Lyra smiled wickedly.

Scott watched as Lyra climbed on to the crib. Fortunately the bed was big enough for the pair of them, not that they needed much room as Lyra knelt between Scott’s legs. Scott watched as Lyra reached down to the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. Her breasts were barely contained by the lacy white bra underneath. Scott thought he might faint.

“You can touch them if you like.” Lyra giggled, “I promise I don’t bite.”

Scott’s hands lifted as if he was a zombie. They trembled slightly as he reached forwards and touched his first breasts. The boobs were heavier than Scott was expecting, they were soft, smooth and firm. His mouth went dry as he dared to gently squeeze the mounds just like Lyra had done to his nappy. His mouth went dry, he ran his hands and fingers across the skin as if he was a cartographer mapping out a new land. He didn’t want to miss a single feature on Lyra’s glorious chest.

Lyra reached behind her and after a second of fumbling the bra came free in Scott’s hands. Scott moved his hands away to allow the bra to fall on to his legs, the tits were now in the open. Even without the bra the breasts remained firm upon Lyra’s chest. Scott’s hands went back to their awkward fumbling. He was a young man and yet he fondled Lyra’s breasts like a teenager who wasn’t quite sure what to do.

Lyra looked up to the ceiling as Scott continued to massage the fleshy orbs. He heard Lyra let out some soft moans until she brought her own hands up to pull his away. Scott watched on enraptured by the beauty before him as Lyra undid the button on her pants and then shimmied out of them. Her lacy red thong couldn’t have been more of a contrast to Scott’s thick white nappy.

Scott felt drool on his cheek as he looked Lyra up and down. She giggled at his obvious inexperience and swayed her hips seductively. She leaned forwards so her breasts were over Scott’s face and her panty-clad crotch sat on the bulge in the front of the padding. She rubbed backwards and forwards a few times until a groan escaped Scott’s lips.

The worries Scott had about his family finding out what was happening had evaporated. He didn’t care if they walked in on this, he just prayed he had the time to “become a man” before they were interrupted.

“Better be careful.” Lyra teased quietly, “We don’t want you losing composure before the fun can really begin…”

The implication made Scott gasp. At every step he thought things couldn’t go any further but Lyra was definitely hinting at more to come. He hadn’t been treated like an adult for so long and now someone was going to do the most forbidden adult activity with him. He suddenly became paranoid of someone walking in on them, not because of embarrassment but because he didn’t know if he would get another chance like this!

Scott watched as Lyra now pulled her panties down leaving her completely naked. Scott thought he might pass out for a second and he had to remind himself to breathe. He was unable to take his eyes off of Lyra’s perfectly shaved crotch. It looked perfect and Scott’s penis twitched to a hardness that almost hurt. Lyra was perfectly shaved between her legs, the lips looked inviting and Scott hoped he got a chance to experience the treasure within.

Lyra reached down to Scott’s nappy and started pulling the tapes off. Scott tried to remain calm and failed. As the front of his padding was lowered between his legs Scott felt his rock hard dick spring up like a Jack-in-the-box. He leaned back as Lyra smiled down at him. She shifted forwards until her kitten rested just behind Scott’s straining tool.

“Is this what you want?” Lyra asked seductively as she reached down to Scott’s penis and gently stroked, “Do you want Mummy Lyra to make you feel good?”

Scott rapidly nodded his head. Lyra calling herself “Mummy” was almost enough to make him go off in her hands. He really wanted her but he also didn’t want to embarrass himself by being so premature. He was practically begging for Lyra to sink down on to him, to make him a man!

Seemingly reading Scott’s mind Lyra shuffled forwards and pointed Scott’s tool at her entrance. Scott held his breath as he looked down. He held his breath as he saw the head of his desperate dick disappear beyond the beautiful woman’s lips. He closed his eyes and sharply inhaled in pleasure as Lyra sunk down on to him. He felt his hands tingle as he held his breath and felt himself disappearing into Lyra.

“Such a big boy.” Lyra said softly as she looked down at Scott and ran her hands down his chest.

Scott almost lost his composure but thankfully didn’t embarrass himself. He felt Lyra moving as her soft body surrounded him. It really hadn’t sunk in for him, it would’ve been unthinkable just minutes ago but it was really happening. Scott was actually having sex!

Lyra started by grinding her hips almost completely horizontally. Scott had never done this before and wasn’t sure what to do, he assumed if Lyra needed him to do anything she would tell him so he laid still and let the beautiful woman do the work. The sensations and feelings he was experiencing was far beyond anything he had enjoyed in the past.

“Does that feel good?” Lyra asked in a throaty whisper, “Do you like your special nappy change?”

Scott nodded his head quickly and let out a quiet moan. He opened his eyes to see Lyra throw her head back causing her hair to fly behind her. She was moaning as well now, every time she sunk down on to Scott’s excited tool she let out a deep breath and small exclamation. A small part of Scott was worried they would be overheard. If one of his brothers or Noah came in he knew it wouldn’t be good news for him. It was easy to ignore that part of his brain when the rest of him was feeling ecstasy.

Lyra started speeding up now. Scott’s breathing became deeper and noisier as she practically bounced up and down on him. When he looked down to her opening and saw himself sliding in and out he almost lost his cool there and then. Even managing to control himself a little he knew he wasn’t going to last long and as he got closer he started pushing his hips up to meet Lyra’s bounces.

“Call me “Mummy”!” Lyra said breathlessly.

“H-Huh?” Scott could barely keep himself together. He felt like he was on the edge of an orgasm that would shatter his crib.

“Call me “Mummy”!” Lyra demanded again with more urgency, “As you cum!”

Scott didn’t have time to think. He was already over the edge and he was seconds away from finishing. Did it even matter? He wanted Lyra to be his Mummy! He wanted Lyra to love him!

“Mummy! Mummy!” Scott cried out as his balls tightened, “Mummy!”

Scott felt himself exploding. The orgasm was so powerful he almost felt like the tip of his penis had literally gone boom. He felt his balls contract as he spurted seemingly endlessly. After the enforced celibacy of his baby treatment that had felt like it lasted forever his body was making up for lost time. His eyes were closed as he thrashed around on his bed, he must be absolutely flooding Lyra.

“Mummy!” Scott cried out again, “Mama! Mama!”

“It’s OK, sweetie. It’s just a nightmare.” Deborah’s voice suddenly seemed to split reality.

Scott felt every muscle in his body freeze. The scene in front of him seemed to fade away leaving Scott lying on a mattress in a void. At first he wondered if his extremely powerful orgasm had literally killed him but then he realised he wasn’t dead, he just had his eyes closed.

Scott’s eyes opened up to a dark bedroom. He looked around in confusion with his heart racing. He couldn’t understand what was happening. The side of his crib was up and his diaper and onesie were both on. He was achingly hard inside the warm padding which he had wet at some point. With a sinking feeling of disappointment he realised it had all been a dream.

“No…” Scott whined. The disappointment felt crushing. It wasn’t fair!

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” Deborah said as she reached between the bars of the crib, “We just got home and I wanted to check on you. We were out a bit later than we thought, thankfully Lyra and Noah agreed to stay longer. Looks like I was just in time, you were tossing and turning and moaning for your Mummy, I’m here, baby. It was just a nightmare, you’re OK.”

Scott felt utterly betrayed by his mind for creating such an impossibly good scenario just to have it ripped away. He could feel himself tearing up but he willed himself not to cry. He just laid back and stared at the ceiling.

Scott was barely paying attention to anything his mum was saying or doing. He felt heartbroken that the situation that felt too good to be true really was just that. It hadn’t been a nightmare at all, it had been the greatest dream he’d ever had. Deborah pressed her hand to the crotch of Scott’s nappy, there was no doubt she felt that he was excited but she made no comment.

“You’re wet but you should make it through the night.” Deborah said as she withdrew her hand, “See you in the morning.”

It was only as Deborah left and Scott dejectedly rolled over that he felt like something was off. His nappy felt a little bit different. Scott snuck a hand into his nappy, there was something sticky against the front of the interior that felt a little uncomfortable. It was only as he withdrew his hand that he realised what had happened. As he blushed so hard he could’ve lit up the nursery like a beacon he realised it had been a wet dream!

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Poor Scotty, I really thought he might have been lucky here. Well, kinda lucky in a way, as long as he doesn't get in trouble for it. Might reinforce a love of nappies though if he's no careful!

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New chapter of both Bad Husband and Baby of the Family posted on my Patreon today!

You can find them there or they will be posted everywhere else in one week as usual

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Loved this last one