Step-Brother to Step-Baby – Chapter 9
Mikey slowly opened his eyes, his mind still foggy from sleep. The soft light of dawn was filtering through his bedroom window, casting a pale glow over the room. For a moment, he lay there, feeling a sense of peace wash over him.
But as he tried to sit up, he felt an odd sensation between his legs, something soft and squishy.
Confused, he reached down and touched the source of the sensation. His heart sank as he realised what it was – he was wearing a nappy.
As the memories of the night before came flooding back, Mikey felt a wave of confusion and disgust wash over him. He remembered how his stepmother had barged into his room, taken his money and car insurance, and then forced him into a nappy.
He had been too stunned to protest, too bewildered to fight back. And now, as he sat there in his wet nappy, he felt like he had lost all control over his life.
Mikey couldn’t believe this was happening to him.
He was nearly an adult and yet here he was, wearing a nappy. His stepmother had taken everything from him, and now she was treating him like a baby.
He felt angry and humiliated, but also confused and scared. How had he let himself get into this situation? How had he allowed his stepmother to treat him like this?
As he stood up, he felt the weight of the wet nappy between his legs. He couldn’t even take off the wet garment because he was locked into the plastic pants.
He briefly considered trying to rip them off so that he could remove the nappy and be free from his babyish attire but he knew that short-term action would make this situation worse and that he needed to be clever than that.
Approaching the door with a flicker of hope, Mikey’s heart sank as he realised that it too was locked. He was trapped, with no escape until his stepmother or one of his sisters decided to release him.
Feeling like a prisoner, he begrudgingly made his way back to his bed, resigning himself to waiting for his captors to grant him freedom.
The thought of being stuck in this situation forever filled him with dread. He knew he needed to get out of this situation, to take back control of his life. But how?
Mikey had been taken aback by his stepmother’s calculated and controlled behavior last night. She had seized control of his finances and freedom, leaving him helpless to her demands. And to make matters worse, she had evidence that she could use to blackmail him into submission.
He wasn’t used to being told what to do, and it kind of scared him. He was used to being in control, to calling the shots. But now, he was worried that his stepmother might not back down, that she might use the leverage she had against him.
As he sat patiently on his bed, uncertain of what to do next, he felt the weight of the wet nappy between his legs, a constant reminder of his vulnerability and helplessness.
After what felt like an eternity, Mikey finally heard the sound of the door unlocking. The creak of the hinges seemed to echo through the room, breaking the silence that had hung over him like a suffocating blanket. He sat up quickly, his heart racing with anticipation.
His stepmother strode into the room, her face etched with purpose. She looked like a woman on a mission, with her shoulders squared and her gaze fixed ahead.
“Good morning, Mikey,” she said, her tone businesslike. “Did you make it through the night without having an accident?”
Mikey hesitated, not sure how to respond. He knew that he had wet his nappy, but he didn’t want to admit it.
Before he could say anything, his stepmother marched over to his bed, her steps heavy and deliberate. She yanked the bedsheet off, exposing the dampness of his nappy to the cold morning air.
“Never mind,” she said, her voice cold and clinical. “That’s why you’re back in nappies.”
Mikey felt a surge of embarrassment and anger. He hated the way his stepmother spoke to him, like he was a child who couldn’t be trusted. He wanted to scream at her, to tell her that he was a grown man.
But he knew that it would only make things worse.
Instead, he clenched his jaw and tried to maintain his composure. He knew that he had to be strong if he was going to get through this.
Mikey nervously cleared his throat, “Can you take off the plastic pants, please? I want to take off the nappy and go to breakfast.”
Alison replied coldly, “Just come down as you are, Mikey. I’ll get you changed after you have finished breakfast.”
Mikey looked down at the wet nappy between his legs and felt his face flush with embarrassment. “I don’t want the girls to see me like this,” he murmured.
She cut him off, speaking to him like he was a little boy. “The girls already know all about your nappies, Mikey. They know why you’re wearing them – because you wet the bed. So it’s no big secret. You’ll have to get used to wearing them around them so there’s no time to start like the present”
Mikey felt like he was going to explode. He hated feeling like he was in her control, like he had no say in his own life.
“Why can’t I change it now?” he demanded, his voice trembling with anger. “I don’t want to sit at breakfast in a wet nappy. It’s uncomfortable and embarrassing.”
His stepmother sighed, her expression exasperated. “Because I said so, Mikey. You need to have breakfast first, like a responsible boy, and then we can change your nappy and let you have a shower. It’s not that difficult to understand.”
Mikey gritted his teeth, feeling like he was about to snap. He hated the way his stepmother spoke to him, like he was a toddler.
“I’m not a child,” he spat out, his voice rising with anger. “I’m almost eighteen years old. I can make my own decisions.”
His stepmother raised an eyebrow, her expression incredulous. “Really, Mikey? You can make your own decisions? Like deciding not to use the toilet before bed or drinking too much before you go to sleep? Like refusing to wear a nappy at night, even though you know you have a problem with wetting the bed?”
Mikey felt a surge of shame and humiliation. He knew that his stepmother had a point but it wasn’t as simple as she made it sound.
“I can deal with it, I don’t need your help” he muttered under his breath.
His stepmother sighed, her expression sympathetic for a short moment. “I know, Mikey. I know it’s hard. But you need to wear them, for your own sake. And for the sake of the rest of the family. We can’t have you wetting the bed every night.”
Alison’s shift in tone gave Mikey a slight glimmer of hope, causing him to wonder if he could convince her to abandon her current course of action.
In a quiet and pleading voice, he asked her, “Can we discuss this later, please? I understand you’re trying to help but I really don’t need to wear nappies.”
His stepmother’s tone suddenly shifted again as she let out a frustrated sigh, her expression conveying her annoyance.
“Really, Mikey? What about this?” She pressed her hand into the front of his wet nappy, making him cringe in embarrassment. “You’re wearing a wet nappy right now and telling me you don’t need them? You sound like a toddler throwing a tantrum about not needing nappies anymore, even after they have just wet themselves,” she said, her tone laced with sarcasm and annoyance.
Mikey could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he looked down at the floor, feeling completely humiliated in front of his stepmother.
Despite his attempts to reason with her using a polite and respectful tone, she continued to twist his words and use them against him, leaving him feeling belittled.
Of course Alison knew exactly what she was doing and relished the feeling of control that came with it. As much as she tried to hide it, deep down, she couldn’t help but revel in the power she had over Mikey at this moment.
As he hung his head in shame, she felt a deep sense of satisfaction knowing that she had complete control over him. After years of torment, seeing Mikey reduced to pleading for mercy like a helpless little boy was just the icing on the cake.
Alison was aware that giving him a glimmer of hope would help keep him compliant in the initial stages of her plan and so decided to indicate her openness to consider Mikey’s proposal.
“Maybe we can chat later, Mikey. But for now, it’s breakfast time. So come, let’s go downstairs and show the girls that you can act responsibly sometimes”
Mikey nodded, his heart heavy with a mix of resentment and hopelessness. He got out of bed and made his way downstairs, feeling the crinkle of his wet nappy against his skin with every step.
Her words gave him encouragement. If he could just comply with his stepmother’s rules for the time being then he felt there was a chance to win her over.
Unfortunately for Mikey, the window of opportunity was firmly closed, even if he didn’t know it yet.
The End of Step-Brother to Step-Baby – Chapter 9
Written by: BacktoBabyhood – Chapter Nine
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