The Baby of the Family

[Elfy]

Scott wakes up from a dream that was literally too good to be true. Back in the real world he discovers that his life is going to continue in the same embarrassing way. A day out looms and with it the chances of humiliation and the threat of seeing an old friend.

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Scott woke up the next morning much earlier than everyone else. He could immediately feel that his nappy had been flooded in the night. It took him a moment to work out why he felt a sense of embarrassment. When his wet dream came back to him he cringed and rolled over in his crib. He crinkled loudly as he moved which was just another horrible reminder of how dependent he was on the nappies.

Sitting up in his crib Scott could see that dawn was still breaking. The sky outside his window was multi-coloured from the sun that was just peeking over the houses in the distance. Scott rubbed his eyes. It still felt so profoundly unfair that his subconscious would torture him like it had the previous night.

Scott felt thirsty and as he patted the mattress around his pillows he found a bottle. Without hesitation he popped the teat into his mouth and started drinking. He slumped back down so he was flat on his back and drinking like a baby. He had no idea what time it was or how long he was likely to be left in his crib.

Once the bottle was empty Scott dropped it to the side where it hit the mattress and rolled against the bars. He let out a loud burp and sighed. He was trying desperately to forget what had happened with Lyra in his dream but it was almost impossible to get his mind off it, the dream had felt so real that he now felt like he had lost the girl of his dreams. He growled in frustration at his own brain and the lack of distractions he had.

Eventually the door opened and Deborah walked in. Scott immediately sat up and eagerly awaited being let out of his baby bed. He stretched and yawned as he watched his mother who was already dressed for the day.

“Good morning.” Deborah said as she yawned and walked over to the changing table.

“Hello, Mummy.” Scott replied quietly.

Deborah went straight over to the changing table and started getting a new nappy ready. Scott thought she looked a little more tired than usual, perhaps they had had a few drinks whilst out yesterday. Either way, the side of the crib was soon lowered and Nick was able to crawl out and land on his feet.

“Come on baby.” Deborah said as she took Scott’s hand, “There’s a good boy.”

Scott blushed as he waddled across the room to the changing table. The heavy nappy sagged low between his thighs and he could only imagine how much he must look like a toddler just learning to walk. He hopped up on to the edge of the changing table and laid back in the same way he had done a thousand times before. He was undressed until his nappy was all that he wore.

“You are absolutely soaked.” Deborah commented as she rested her hand on the outside of the plastic and felt the nappy’s weight, “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You were already wet when I got home last night.”

Scott could have done without the running commentary on how helpless he was. It was almost a relief to feel the tapes getting pulled off the front of the nappy. The heavy front was lowered down between Scott’s legs and laid on the table. At least his overnight saturation likely meant the stains he had left from his wet dream had been washed away. Scott carefully watched his mother as she pulled out some wipes, it didn’t seem like she noticed anything was amiss.

“We’ve got a big day today.” Deborah said as she rubbed the cold wet wipes against Scott’s crotch.

“We do?” Scott asked hesitantly.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten what today is!” Deborah pretended to be shocked though her face betrayed her amusement.

“Erm, Sunday?” Scott replied dumbly.

“You know your days of the week!” Deborah paused her cleaning and looked as pleased as punch, “What a clever baby!”

Scott pouted as his mum chuckled and looked away as his face reddened with embarrassment. In truth, he paid so little attention to things like the time and the days of the week that most of the time he couldn’t be sure what day it was. It was only because his parents had gone out the previous day that made him suppose it had been Saturday.

“It’s the annual church picnic day.” Deborah said with a smile, “Down by the river.”

The colour drained from Scott’s face and he wanted to curl up into the fetal position. The annual church picnic was usually something he looked forward to. It was so much better to go to the river and play with his friends than sit in a stuffy church. Scott had in the past taken part in the big football game which often started between the various church goers. Sometimes there was a barbeque, other times some live entertainment. It was usually a great day out. This time Scot couldn’t have been more against the idea of going.

Scott’s legs were lifted up and the soaked nappy was pulled out from underneath him. The fresh disposable had been opened underneath the old nappy so that as Scott was lowered it was straight on to fresh padding, it seemed his Mummy didn’t trust him to be without a nappy for even a second. With a sigh he probably thought she was right not to trust him.

The new nappy was pulled up and over Scott’s crotch. As the tapes locked him into the disposable he could only think of what was to come. He allowed Deborah to take him off the table and stand him on the ground. He was dressed in what was, for him, a grown up outfit. A bright orange onesie with cartoon characters on it was pulled down and snapped closed under his crotch. He could feel the stretchy material pulling his crinkling underpants up closer to his body. The good news was that with his crotch covered by a pair of black shorts that went down to his knees no one would know it wasn’t a regular shirt.

“Lovely.” Deborah declared after checking Scott out in the mirror.

Scott followed his mum downstairs. The onesie went someway to hiding the crinkling in his underwear but he could still hear himself as he waddled into the kitchen for breakfast. He was there before his brothers and clambered into his highchair without being asked. Deborah came over and locked the tray into place and effectively trapping him there.

To Scott’s joy he was given toast for breakfast. After the episode with the baby food the previous evening he had been worried that would be his future, at least breakfast was safe. The toast was already buttered and cut up into small pieces. Scott didn’t hesitate to start eating even as a bib was lowered over his head and a bottle was placed on his tray.

Halfway through breakfast Elliot and Huw came down along with Nick. They all sat down and started their own meals with barely a second look at Scott. Scott tried to ignore the sinking feeling that this had all grown so completely normalised that it wasn’t commented on. Even Elliott who seemed to delight in tormenting Scott had nothing to say as he buttered his toast and yawned.

Scott finished his breakfast before the rest of the family and was left swinging his feet childishly in the air underneath the tray. By the time he was let down on to the floor he had dampened his nappy a little bit.

Elliot and Huw were excitedly talking about the day out as the family went through to the living room and prepared to leave. Scott sat on an armchair and his step-father was soon walking over with his shoes. He sat back as the older man slipped the shoes on to his feet and tied up the laces.

Scott stood up and Nick took his hand. Like a helpless toddler he was led out of the house and to the car. Whilst his two brothers climbed on to the backseat as usual Scott was lifted and placed in the toddler seat. His arms were pulled through the straps which were fastened and tightened until he was securely held in place.

“Hey Scott, doesn’t Jimmy go to our church?” Elliot asked. He tried to sound innocent but his smile gave away the game, “I wonder if he’ll be at the picnic…”

Scott felt his stomach drop just as the car pulled out of the driveway. He had completely forgotten about Jimmy. As the car pulled on to the main street for the short journey to the river Scott remembered the last time he had seen Jimmy. Scott’s best friend had visited him and seen just how bad Scott’s situation was. He had been decidedly unsupportive and said he was going to tell everyone. If he was at the picnic Scott would at the very least have a very awkward encounter in front of him.

It was a hot day and the car soon became stuffy. Fortunately it was only a ten minute drive to the river. The car pulled up in the car park and in the distance, closer to the water’s edge, there was a large congregation of people.

“Alright, stay near us till we get to the picnic.” Deborah said as the engine turned off and the doors opened.

Scott was stuck where he was until Deborah came around to his side of the car. Instead of undoing the straps she reached down and pressed a hand against Scott’s shorts. She pursed her lips at the obvious warmth. She shook her head as if to say she didn’t expect anything else which Scott thought was a little unfair since it wasn’t like he had a choice.

“It’s only a little damp…” Scott muttered quietly.

“Yes, I think we can hold off on a change for now.” Deborah said as she removed the restraints.

Scott was helped out of the car and he wobbled as he stood on the concrete of the car park. He swallowed hard as Deborah went to the boot of the car and pulled out a picnic basket and Scott’s diaper bag, Nick was already taken Scott’s brothers across to the group. Scott’s hand was taken by his mum and he was led towards the church gathering. He cringed at being led over in such a way and kept his eyes on the ground.

“I want you to tell me if you need a change, alright?” Deborah said as she walked quickly to catch up with the rest of the family, “There’s going to be a lot going on and I won’t be able to keep an eye on you the whole time.”

“OK.” Scott said quietly.

The truth was that there was no way Scott was going to tell his mum he needed his nappy changed whilst so many people were around. He could only hope that he could keep himself clean and dry until they left. As they approached everyone Deborah let Scott’s hand drop.

“Deborah, so wonderful to see you and your lovely family.” It was the vicar. He was walking over and hugged Deborah once he reached her.

“It’s lovely to be here.” Deborah replied.

“Come, you must hear Lucy’s idea for the bake sale next month.” The vicar pulled Deborah away leaving Scott alone on the edge of the picnickers.

Scott could see the rest of his family setting up their large blanket and getting ready to enjoy the day. He was about to join them when he saw something that made his heart stop. He froze as he looked over the heads of everyone who was sitting down and talking.

On the far side of the gathering Jimmy was stood up and staring at Scott. He wasn’t alone. Scott’s ex-best friend had around a dozen people with him. All people Scott recognised as his former schoolmates. As he stared in horror he felt a fresh burst of warmth heat up his nappy.

[Josh23]

Love seeing an update!

[Sarah Penguin]

[Pierry Louys]

Poor Scott ! Now he gonna need a diaper change in open field with his friends watching 

[littlebabyjanner]

Uh oh spaghettios! I think someone is going to try and put off the embarrassment by not asking for a diaper change and end up leaking and ruining their shorts! Would be super embarrassing to then find Mummy doesn't have spare pair in his diaper bag ? 

[babycakes]

There are certainly bullies in the world but what amazes is that former best friends delight in denigrating the protagonist who is clearly having severe physical difficulties. As well as parents who seem to delight in humiliating their children for physical limitations that the child (regardless of age) can't control.  Imagine if the Scott had  a neurological impairment, what a hoot his parents and former friends would have with him.  Sorry, having a hard time enjoying this story at this point given the fact that Scott never seems to have done anything wrong or been a particular problem to anyone. Yet it's "open season" on him.

[Lost Little Neppy]

In the first part of the story, and peppered throughout, it's explained that Scott used to be a hellion. Would frequently act like a teenaged brat, swear at his mother and step-father, break things. I was half-expecting Scott to be part of the English punk lifestyle before it was shown how fashion conscious he used to be. So, my guess is the reason they're like this to him is because he used to be such a jerk to them, and now it's payback time.

About the only person in this story who treats Scott like an actual person, like someone his age, is his dad Lewis. Everyone else seems to serve him a slice of humble pie.

[keith60]

some people in the story are  assholes to scott

[D503]

I hope we get to see more of this excellent story 

[Elfy]

Long overdue but there is another update on my Patreon ( https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 ) and it will be posted publicly in one week like all my other updates

[Josh23]

Excited to see what happens Elfy!

[wetdiaper55]

I would love to see how this works out.

[Elfy]

Scott is mortified at the picnic and things are only made worse when he sees some old friends looking at him. He prays that he can get through the day without humiliation but that seems unlikely as his old friends start walking over...

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Scott hurried to get closer to the rest of his family and sat down as soon as the blanket was laid out. His heart was hammering and he could feel himself shaking. His diaper crinkled loudly and to Scott it seemed to overwhelm everything else. It was like someone had placed a microphone against underwear to broadcast to the world.

This picnic was already going to be mortifying but now it felt like the end of the world. Scott knew the families nearest him were looking but he didn’t have the anxiety spare to worry about them. He watched the food being set out on the blanket and furtively glanced over at the other side of the picnic, Jimmy was still there and still staring as he stood amongst all the friends Scott remembered from school.

This felt like Scott’s worst nightmare. He had tried so hard to do the impossible and keep his shame hidden from people but now the friends he had known for years were looking at him. He felt like a baby deer standing on trembling legs as a wolf pack surrounded him.

“Would you like a sandwich?” Deborah asked as she started putting the food out, “An apple? Your bottle?”

“No!” Scott exclaimed.

Elliot started laughing and Huw joined in though Scott was sure he had no idea what was actually funny. Scott didn’t have time to worry about them. He looked around hoping to find a place he could hide quietly until it was time to go. There was nowhere. The picnic was happening on open ground that didn’t even seem to have any hills. The only foliage on real change in elevation was at the bank of the river but even that wasn’t an option thanks to the group of men fishing.

“I’m going to go fish for a bit.” Nick said as he looked the same way as Scott.

“Alright, just make sure you socialise.” Deborah said as Nick gave her a quick kiss, “And don’t drink too much.”

Scott looked over the heads of the other picnickers again and was surprised to see that Jimmy was no longer there and neither were the other boys. Scott had learned long ago not to have hope but maybe they had seen what they needed and were leaving, Scott hoped that was the case.

“I’m going to go play football with the other kids.” Elliot stood up and nodded towards an impromptu match.

“OK, but take Huw with you.” Deborah said with raised eyebrows.

“But-” Elliot sighed, “Fine. Come on.”

Huw looked delighted to be included and was grateful to run off in front of Elliott. Scott stayed where he was and just tried to hide from view as much as possible. This day couldn’t end fast enough for him. It seemed that for a little while things were going about as well as could be expected. Scott stayed close to his mum and was grateful to be mostly ignored.

As Scott’s nappy grew wetter he started feeling increasingly concerned. He had to avoid being changed out here at all costs, which would be a humiliation too far for him. It was very frustrating therefore when he felt fresh bursts of warmth in his thick underwear with him being completely unable to stop it.

“Oh look, there’s Joyce!” Deborah said after about twenty minutes, “I’m just going to go say hello to some of the other ladies.”

“But Mummy…” Scott whined fearfully.

“Relax.” Deborah said with a roll of her eyes, “I know babies get separation anxiety but I have to say hello to my friends.”

Scott bit his lip anxiously as Deborah stood up and walked off towards a collection of women on the other side of the gathering. Scott was alone. The blanket he was sat on almost felt like a life raft now and he looked around at all the other people as potential sharks. As he turned his head this way and that he saw no safety. His mum wasn’t looking back towards him, his dad was off fishing by the river out of sight and Elliot was with Huw playing football. Scott hated to think he was genuinely having separation anxiety like his mum had suggested but he was feeling very nervous.

“Well, well, well…” A voice Scott recognised well made him jump.

Scott looked over his shoulder and saw Jimmy standing with five other guys from school. Scott felt his stomach drop as he swallowed hard. He remained sitting as he turned around and hoped that his shorts were doing a decent enough job of covering his bulging nappy. He tried to force a smile on to his face but it must have appeared more as a grimace.

“It’s been a while.” Jimmy said as he smirked, “How about we go somewhere to catch up.”

“I, erm, I quite like it here…” Scott replied nervously. His hands self-consciously pulled down on his shirt.

“Come on… These guys haven’t seen you since school ended.” Jimmy prodded, “I’m sure everyone is interested in how you’ve been getting on.”

Scott realised these other boys with Jimmy would barely recognise how he was acting now. The Scott these guys knew had been loud and brash, a teenager that had never shied away from trouble. What they were looking at now was a very different person indeed.

“I think I’d rather…” Scott started. He looked over his shoulder and prayed either of his parents might be coming back to save him. They weren’t.

“Listen, maybe I’m not being clear.” Jimmy stepped forwards on to the edge of the blanket and leaned down menacingly, “I told these guys how you’re living and they don’t believe me. You’re going to come with us.”

Scott knew a threat when he heard one. He seriously contemplated just bursting into tears and crying loudly until a grown-up came over but he really didn’t want to draw more attention to himself. Maybe he could stall them long enough that his mum would return.

“I… I…” Scott stuttered uselessly.

“Come on.” That was Dennis speaking. He had always been the muscle of the group and clearly his patience had run out. He walked behind Scott and unceremoniously lifted him to his feet.

Scott’s legs were trembling as he spun around and tried to back away. Soon the boys had him surrounded. Jimmy was ahead of them looking quite smug. To outsiders this probably looked like a group of friends, to Scott it felt like a hostage situation.

Scott was pushed forwards and he stumbled slightly as he was marched away from the relative safety of the blanket. He didn’t know what to do and thanks to his treatment over the last months he had lost a lot of his decision making power, he wasn’t used to having to choose to do things himself. He needed a grown up to tell him what he should do.

At first Scott wasn’t sure where he was being taken but as they approached a wooded area that was a little distance from the picnic area it soon became clear. Scott looked around anxiously as the tall trees surrounded him. The group took him a little way beyond the treeline until they were at a small clearing.

As everyone stopped Scott felt his heart hammering. He watched one of the boys pick up a large stick and throw it out of the way. The dry leaves cracked underfoot as Scott contemplated running away.

“Alright, Scott, show them.” Jimmy said.

Scott was now the centre of attention and the other young men formed a semi-circle around him. Jimmy was stood just a little further forwards and scowling impatiently. Scott’s nappy felt so obvious to him that he thought the others should be able to see what he was wearing already. The trees deadened the sound somewhat, the picnic area wasn’t particularly quiet but now it seemed like it was on another planet.

“S-Show them what?” Scott asked as he tried to play for time.

“Don’t play dumb.” Jimmy stepped forwards, “I told these guys what I saw and they seemed to think I was making it up or that it was a prank. I want you to show them I was telling the truth!”

Scott was trembling. There was once a time he wouldn’t put up with anyone trying to embarrass him. He would’ve simply started lashing out and forcing his opponent to get away from him. That was a different Scott though, it might as well have been from a hundred years ago. He backed up a step and when he trod on a twig the snapping sound made him jump which made the others laugh at him.

“I don’t have all day!” Jimmy walked forwards and grabbed the top of Scott’s shorts.

Scott suspected this was coming and he quickly grabbed his shorts himself and held them up. For a couple of seconds he struggled with Jimmy as he desperately fought to preserve his dignity from the bullies. Jimmy eventually let in defeat and looked around at the others.

“Help me then!” Jimmy called out.

Scott yelped like a scared puppy as he was advanced on. There was no way he could fight back against all these people and as hands reached out grab him he backed up to try and get away. Scott was hurrying backwards and trying to bat away the hands that threatened to grab him. He was doing alright until he stumbled over an unseen stump. With his hands occupied he fell over backwards and immediately became winded as he hit the ground.

Before Scott had a chance to move and recover he suddenly felt hands grabbing him all over. His resistance was broken and he couldn’t fight off everyone. He clutched at his shorts desperately but they were ripped and pulled away from his body showing the padded underwear underneath and the thin onesie that covered it.

“No…” Scott whined breathlessly.

“See! I told you!” Jimmy excitedly exclaimed.

Scott couldn’t make out individual words as there just seem to be general loud laughter and mockery. He tried to reach out for his shorts but they were quickly kicked away into a bunch of stinging nettles. He watched them go with tears in his eyes.

“I bet he’s wet too!” Someone shouted as Scott felt the bottom of his onesie get pulled apart. The elasticated material bounced over his tummy to show that he was indeed very wet.

“Wow! He really is a total baby!” Someone said.

Scott started crying. The tears he had been trying to keep in sprung forth as he was taunted by the people he previously thought were friends. He tried to turn over and crawl away but a foot on the side of his nappy pushed him on to his back again.

“Please…” Scott whined tearfully, “Just let me go!”

“Aww, is the little baby upset?” Jimmy asked mockingly, “Does he want his mummy?”

“Yes!” Scott yelled out. He didn’t care that it caused the bullies to laugh at him more.

One of the other boys walked up and prodded the expanded padding with his foot. He looked disgusted by what he was seeing, like his shoe might catch something just by touching the wet nappy. Scott was worried, he didn’t know what these boys were planning. All he knew for certain was that they were up to no good.

“Hey guys!” Jimmy smirked wolfishly, “I’ve got an idea…”

Scott saw the other boys circling him as Jimmy suddenly hurried off in the direction his shorts had been kicked. He looked through the legs of the group to see Jimmy take off his jacket and use it to cover his skin as he pulled up stinging nettles. Scott wasn’t sure of Jimmy’s plan but he was sure he wouldn’t like it.

“Why don’t we give the big baby a special kind of nappy rash?” Jimmy suggested as he walked back over.

Scott wanted no part of this and he slowly got to his feet. He tried to run through a gap in the group that surrounded him but they easily stopped him with outstretched arms. He was held in place as he felt his onesie being pulled up so that the waistband of his nappy was visible. He felt it get pulled back as he tried desperately to get away. Jimmy was advancing with the nettles and it seemed obvious they were destined for the back of his nappy.

“No! No!” Scott cried.

“Hey!” A voice shouted bringing everyone to a halt.

Everyone turned around including Scott. His mouth dropped open as he saw Elliott standing ten feet away at the edge of the clearing, he was holding Huw’s hand. Scott was let go and he immediately sunk down to his knees with tears still streaming down his face.

“Who are you?” One of the bullies asked.

“I’m his brother.” Elliott replied. He was younger than the bullies by a few years but he marched forwards nonetheless with Huw hiding behind his legs and looking at Scott with wide eyes, “Get away from him.”

“Oh, come on.” Jimmy said as he dropped the nettles on to the floor, “We were only having a little fun. He’s an old friend…”

“Yeah, well play time’s over.” Elliott replied. He was now right up in front of the bullies, “Come on Scott.”

Scott scrambled to his feet and expected the bullies to stop him. He expected someone to hit him but no one moved as he scrambled over to Elliott and hid behind him just like Huw was doing. The bullies seemed unsure of what to do as well but Elliott standing up to them had certainly put a crimp in their plans.

“Fine.” Jimmy finally said, “I got what I wanted anyway. You can take the stupid baby back to his mummy and daddy.”

Scott had never been so thankful for his brother and as Elliott led the two babies away from the clearing he smiled a little despite his humiliation. A smile despite the tears and shuddering breaths he was still drawing.

“Thank you.” Scott said quietly to Elliott.

“You’re welcome.” Elliott said, “But you should thank Huw. He saw those jerks leading you away and came to get me.”

“Thank you, Huw.” Scott said.

“You may be a dumb baby.” Elliott continued as they exited the treeline, “But you’re our dumb baby. I’ll be damned if I let anyone bully my baby brother. That’s my job.”

Scott saw the family’s picnic spot and saw his mum sitting on it with a magazine. Without a second thought he pulled free of Elliott and ran across the open ground. Without his shorts the two flaps of his onesie flapped with every waddled step showing his diaper to anyone who cared to look. Scott was bright red in the face as he saw people turn to stare.

“What on Earth happened to you?” Deborah asked as soon as Scott was close.

[Sarah Penguin]

[Lost Little Neppy]

Aw, I was kind of looking forward to the nettles!

[Mommaboycuck]

I can’t wait to see how this story continues! 

[Elfy]

Back home from the picnic Scott finds that his relationship with his family feels somewhat different. His mum has a proposal for him and everyone else seems a lot more confident of his success than he is.

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Scott sat in his car seat and sniffed back the tears that were still falling. He had been humiliated and hurt before his brothers came to his rescue, he had been helpless against the bullies. He had snivelled pathetically and would likely still be there if Elliot and Huw hadn’t shown up to save him. After that the family had decided to leave, the other people at the picnic were extremely apologetic even as they openly stared at Scott’s dishevelled onesie and nappy, but Deborah was fuming and after sending Elliot to find Nick the whole family made their way to the car.

“I can’t believe those boys!” Deborah shook her head angrily from the front passenger seat, “To pick on a poor innocent baby like that.”

“Are you sure they weren’t just rough-housing?” Nick asked. He had been most annoyed to have to stop fishing.

“Look what they did to my poor baby!” Deborah fumed.

It was true. Scott was in a bit of a state. His shorts had been ripped off and discarded, his nappy was askew and barely held up by tapes that were peeling off and his onesie was dirty and had little leaves stuck to it. His face was a bright red with streaks of tear tracks on his cheeks and eyes puffy from all the crying. He had been given his pacifier but that did little to calm him down on the drive back home.

The car pulled up in the driveway and everyone got out. As usual Scott had to wait for someone to come round and release the straps that were holding him down in his car seat. He was somewhat surprised that it was Elliot who leaned across the backseat to do it.

“There you go.” Elliot said sympathetically.

“Thank you.” Scott said around his dummy, “For everything.”

There had been quite a sudden and remarkable change in how Elliot seemed to act around Scott. The big baby had long learned to fear his teenage brother who seemed to delight in his embarrassment but he was seeing a different side to Elliot now. It was almost like the younger brother had finally donned the mantle of protective older brother. A role Scott himself had never taken. It was the job of a big brother to protect his little brothers but Scott had never done that, he now felt ashamed at how he used to act.

Deborah opened the rear passenger door and Scott awkwardly clambered over the side of his seat. His large padded butt stuck up in the air as he backed his way out of the car and on to the driveway. Almost immediately he felt a pressure in his bowels and he didn’t hesitate for a second.

The reaction was automatic. Scott’s brain had learned that when it felt like he needed to poop he might as well do it whenever and wherever. So it was right there in the middle of the driveway on a bright and sunny day that Scott squatted down and started pushing. He knew any neighbours could be watching, he knew that his family WAS watching but that made little difference to his learned behaviour.

Scott held his breath and pushed down with his tummy muscles. He was quickly rewarded as he felt a sticky lump emerging from his backside. It slid out until it hit the nappy and seemed to bunch up into a lump, when Scott felt it leave his body completely it dropped down into the area between his legs. He couldn’t help but grunt softly and sigh at the feeling of relief.

Scott expected someone in his family to make some sort of comment but no one did. In fact, most were carrying on as if nothing unusual was happening. Nick was taking his fishing gear indoors and grumbling that his day had been ruined, Huw and Elliot were playfully chasing each other and it was only Deborah who watched the infantile display from her oldest son.

Sliding his feet further apart to make room Scott pushed down again and felt a soft mush pushing his nappy out as it spilled out of him and filled up all the available space. His bladder similarly gave way and hot urine splashed around the front of the disposable until Scott was finally finished.

“Come on.” Deborah said as she reached down and took Scott’s hand.

Scott stood up and felt his nappy hanging dangerously low. As he waddled after his mother he felt the mess in in his underpants acting like a lubricant as his skin slipped over the padding. It was a familiar feeling that somehow made Scott feel a little better.

Whilst the rest of the family went elsewhere Scott was taken straight up to his nursery. He knew how these things went and held his arms up so Deborah could pull his onesie off. The smell escaped from his nappy as he did this but it barely phased Scott who was so used to it by now. When he jumped up on to the changing table he felt himself sink into the poop as it spread even further.

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“Potty training?” Scott repeated as his legs were lifted and his wet nappy was slid out from underneath him.

“Yes, baby.” Deborah replied as she wiped Scott’s crotch clean.

Scott certainly hadn’t expected his mother to bring up potty training. He was lying on his changing table with his legs high in the air. His wet crotch was being wiped and he was looking up at his mum’s face as if he couldn’t understand what she was saying. He wondered what he had done recently that suggested he could or should potty train.

“Didn’t we try that already?” Scott asked quietly.

As if Scott could possibly forget his failure the last time potty training was brought up. He was constantly reminded every time he saw Huw who had found it much easier to stop using nappies. It had been an unmitigated failure the first time but now his mum wanted to try again. Scott was hesitant.

“We did.” Deborah nodded as she pulled the old nappy out and folded it up, “But you can’t be in nappies forever.”

Scott wondered what had changed. His mind immediately went to the picnic. It had been a rather traumatic event for the young man and it had felt like a bit of a watershed moment. His brothers had come to his rescue and when they told mum what had happened she had seemed shocked. Technically Scott was the oldest of the brothers but it had been his teenage brother who had taken control. It was a side of Elliot he hadn’t seen before.

The crinkle of a fresh nappy brought Scott back to the present. His butt was lifted off the table and the unfolded padding was slipped underneath him. When he was lowered down he could feel the fluffy padding, it was reassuring, it was familiar. The front was pulled up and taped tightly closed.

“Would you like to try potty training?” Deborah asked as she placed her hands on the eighteen-year-old’s hips.

Scott was unsure. On the one hand getting out of nappies had been something he had been desperate to do from the minute he had been put in them, on the other hand he was very concerned about failing… again. It felt like if he failed potty training a second time he would never get a third chance. He didn’t feel in a good place to try it with his control practically completely withered away but it wasn’t like that was going to get any better on its own.

But what would it look like if he said no? He had been begging and whining and pleading to be allowed to be grown up, if he was given the chance and he turned it down he would look foolish. If not now then when?

“Scott?” Deborah said.

“I… erm, sure…” Scott said. The lack of conviction must’ve been plain as day because his mum frowned a little before nodding her head.

“Alright, well, you can go play now.” Deborah said.

“Aren’t you going to dress me?” Scott asked pathetically.

“Since we are staying in the house today you might as well stay like that.” Deborah shrugged.

Scott blushed as he noisily climbed off the changing table. It was hardly a vote of confidence in how grown-up he was to be left with his nappy on display and be otherwise naked. With his ears full of the noise of a fresh disposable Scott followed his mum downstairs and into the living room. Elliott was laying on the couch and some music was playing on the television, Huw meanwhile was on the floor with building blocks. With a further pang of shame Scott could see his youngest brother had no sign of padding, he had graduated out of pull-ups whilst Scott himself was still in full nappies.

“Hi Scott.” Huw said as he looked up, “Wanna play?”

Scott smiled and sat down opposite Huw. When Deborah saw that everyone was getting along she left to do whatever it was she did. Scott looked at Elliott who gave him a quick smile before turning his attention back to the television. It wasn’t just the way he was dressed, Scott truly felt like Elliott was the oldest brother now. It felt like Elliott was his protector, he had certainly been so at the picnic when the bullies had been picking on him.

It was cosy. Scott was sat on the floor building with his baby brother and Elliott was de facto looking after them. He didn’t have to do much, he just occasionally said something that would make Scott and Huw laugh. Something had definitely changed in their relationship that day at the picnic, Elliott still made fun of him but it seemed less malicious somehow. Maybe it was just Scott’s imagination.

“I need the potty.” Huw announced proudly as he stood up.

As Huw hurried out of the room and towards the stairs Scott almost subconsciously reached down and felt the front of his nappy. He was both surprised and not surprised to find it was wet. He wondered if he had simply forgotten that he had needed to go or if his brain just ignored it entirely.

“I heard mum’s going to try to potty train you again.” Elliot said lazily.

Scott didn’t know what to say so he settled for a small nod. He wasn’t able to meet his brother’s eyes, it was all still intensely embarrassing no matter how “normalised” it all became. He didn’t know where to look so he settled for keeping his eyes down on the slightly discoloured padding of his nappy.

“Well… Good luck.” Elliot said.

Scott looked up with surprise. Elliot had already turned back to the television but Scott felt a sudden swelling of happiness within. It was such a small gesture but it meant the world to him, he suddenly wanted to potty train successfully just to make Elliot proud. The old Scott would’ve been ashamed at how new Scott smiled so happily.

Deborah came walking into the living room a minute later. She looked down and could see Scott’s clearly wet nappy. She scowled a little and sighed though it was clear she didn’t really expect anything else.

“Where’s Huw?” Deborah asked.

“He went to the toilet a couple of minutes ago.” Elliot replied.

Deborah smiled and nodded her head. She informed the two boys that dinner would be ready in a little bit and then went upstairs to check on the youngest sibling. Scott found the warm happy feelings of earlier dissipating, he should have been used to Huw showing him up in terms of potty training but it still rankled with him that his toddler brother was so far ahead of him in that regard.

When Deborah came back downstairs it was with Huw. Both were beaming with delight. Another successful trip to the bathroom for Scott’s youngest brother. Elliot gave the child a thumbs up, all Scott could manage was a quick smile. His nappy never felt bigger or wetter than when Huw had successfully used the toilet.

“Come on everyone.” Deborah said.

Elliot stood up and stretched before walking out to the hallway. Huw ran along, his smaller strides compensated by moving his legs much quicker. Scott stood up and felt his nappy sag beneath him. Deborah held out her hand and Scott took it without hesitation. He waddled and crinkled his way into the kitchen last of all.

As everyone took their seats Scott climbed into the highchair. His mother closed the tray until it clicked indicating it was locked. She then went over to the counter where the plates of food were waiting. Plates were put in front of everyone and Scott was glad to see he was getting the same as everyone else even if his portions had been cut up for him.

Dinner was pleasant. Scott was mostly quiet as everyone else talked but he was alright with that, he was too busy enjoying dinner to talk much. Besides it wasn’t like he had a lot to say. Whilst Deborah and Elliot could talk about what they had done out of the house all Scott could talk about was what toys he had played with. It was hardly the most thrilling of discussions for people older than three-years-old.

“Alright, before you all go off and do… whatever.” Deborah smiled as she looked around the table, “I have a little announcement to make and feel it would be best if we were all present. I would’ve liked your step-father to be here but he had to work late.”

Scott had no idea what his mum was about to say but from the way she was looking at him he felt butterflies fluttering in his tummy. He saw everyone’s faces turn towards him and he felt his cheeks burning.

“We’ve decided we want to give Scott another chance to potty train.” Deborah said. It was clear that she was talking more to Scott’s brothers than Scott himself.

“Like me!” Huw proudly proclaimed.

“That’s right, sweetie.” Deborah smiled warmly at the youngest brother.

“So… last time we tried that it didn’t go well.” Deborah continued.

Yet again all faces turned to Scott and he wished he could hide his face. The last thing he wanted was to discuss his failure to do one of the most simplistic things that most infants only briefly struggled with.

“This time I want us to work together as a team to do it.” Deborah looked at Elliot and Huw.

“A team?” Elliot asked, “What can we do?”

“Well, simply put, Scott needs all the help he can get.” Deborah replied with a sigh, “So I think he can do it if we all show him we are willing him on. Also, if he needs the potty he can ask you to help him with it.”

Scott was cringing. The way his mummy spoke it made it sound like he needed a whole support staff to get this done. At the same time he couldn’t help but think Deborah might be right. He had completely failed with his training the first time round so maybe more helping hands couldn’t hurt. Imagining having to ask Elliot or even Huw for the potty felt impossible though, it would be more embarrassing than using his nappy in front of them.

“So how about it?” Deborah asked, “Are you both ready to help your brother get his big boy pants?”

“Yeah!” Both of Scott’s brothers chorused in return.

“You can do it!” Huw said, “It’s easy!”

“We believe in you.” Elliot added, “Whatever you need, just ask.”

Scott wanted to pull his head into his body like a turtle. He felt humiliated even if he knew everyone meant the best. As his brothers cheered and his mum smiled warmly Scott could only mutter his thanks.

What Scott certainly couldn’t tell everyone else was that as they talked about how he could finally potty train he was freely wetting himself. The warm urine splashed around his wet nappy without Scott being able to stop it. He couldn’t help but feel concerned. All the good will in the world might not be enough to get him back out of his baby pants.

[Sarah Penguin]

Maybe they should go back to how they treating before they tried to potty train scott the first time. I think he might feel more secure that withh ful baby treatment  as opposed to this daily routine. of being a half adult in a crib and highchair. Maybe he could try cloth diapers so he is wet he can really feel the moisture  instead of it absorbing and hiding his wetness.

[Mommaboycuck]

It would be interesting to watch Scott lose control to the point that he doesn’t even know he is going until he feels it in his diaper as he is going causing more humiliation in public. But this story is amazing and I will be loving to see anything more to it. 

[Thad]

@Elfy, so how is the next chapter turning out in draft form?

[Smitwitter270]

Please, Please, Please continue this story. 

[BabySerenity]

I sure hope this isn’t going to be another dead or discarded story!!