Step-Brother to Step-Baby – Chapter 11
Mikey felt a wave of relief wash over him, albeit mixed with a tinge of embarrassment, upon hearing that he smelled bad. He couldn’t wait to get out of the wet nappy and feel clean again.
Despite his eagerness, bitterness lingered in the back of his mind as he walked upstairs with his stepmother.
There was an air of disbelief that he was walking upstairs with his stepmom to wait for her to remove his nappy.
He stood his head as he reminded himself that he was 17 years old and this wasn’t normal but however true that was, he had no other choice than to go along with this charade for the time being.
Mikey followed his stepmother to the bathroom, feeling a mix of anticipation and anxiety.
He couldn’t wait to get out of the wet nappy, but he also hated the idea of having to wait to be changed by Alison, and that she would see his private parts again.
She instructed him to lie on the bathroom floor.
“Down here please.” she said, her tone businesslike.
He was hesitant to follow her instructions, as he couldn’t understand why she couldn’t spare his blushes by removing the pants while he stood up, and then letting him remove the nappy after she had left the room.
But he had quickly realized that he had no option but to do what he had been asked, if he wanted to be free of the wet nappy so he closed his eyes and followed her instructions, without protest.
“Legs in the air.” she instructed.
He heard the click of the padlock being unlocked with the key, releasing the chain around his waist.
Mikey considered making a run for it or trying to grab the key from Alison. But he reminded himself of his long-term plan and that he needed to be patient.
Alison pulled the plastic pants down his legs, leaving behind painful red marks from the cuffs. Despite the initial discomfort, Mikey was overwhelmed with relief as the cold air hit his legs and the plastic pants fell to the ground.
After removing the plastic pants, Alison proceeded to release the safety pins on the nappies, causing the wet cotton material to fall away from Mikey’s crotch, leaving him fully exposed to the cold air.
Once the nappy was removed, she instructed him to stand up, leaving the soiled nappy on the floor. Upon standing up, Mikey became aware that his sisters had been observing the entire scene from the doorway.
He quickly tried to cover up his manhood but it was too late as they ran off down the corridor laughing and giggling at the sight of their so-called big brother’s private parts.
“Do you want a shower or would you prefer a bath?” Alison asked with a serious tone.
Mikey was surprised when his stepmother asked him whether he wanted a bath or a shower.
It had been a long time since he had taken a bath, and he had grown used to being told what to do.
He hesitated for a moment before finally responding.
“A shower, please.” he replied politely.
Alison’s next question was laced with a patronising tone, “Okay, can I trust you to clean yourself properly?”
Despite feeling the urge to express his outrage at such a question, Mikey held back and responded simply, “Yes.”
“Alright then, have a good shower, and I’ll see you in your room once you’re finished. Oh and I don’t want this door locked when you’re in here anymore. No excuses,” she stated before closing the door behind her.
Her remarks left him with more questions than answers. He wondered why she wanted to meet him back in his room. Did she expect him to dress himself, or would she insist on helping him with that too now? Was he now not allowed any privacy?
The uncertainty swirled in his mind as he turned the shower on. The steam enveloped him, and he closed his eyes, feeling the water cascade down his body.
The warmth was soothing and comforting, washing away the unpleasantness of the wet nappy and the embarrassment of being exposed in front of his sisters. He took his time lathering up with soap, relishing in the feeling of cleanliness.
When he was finally ready to face the world again, he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He reached for a towel and began to dry himself, taking care to pat himself dry in the sensitive areas where the nappy had been.
As he dried his hair, he couldn’t help but wonder what his stepmother’s plans were for him now that he was out of the nappy.
He was nervous that she would be waiting in his room and he didn’t know what to expect…
Once he was fully dry, he wrapped the towel around his waist and headed back to his bedroom.
As he opened the door, his stepmother was sitting on his bed.
“Good, you’re finally done,” she said, getting up from the bed. “Let’s get you dressed.”
Mikey was overwhelmed with emotions as he looked at the clothes and nappy laid out for him on the bed.
His voice shaking, and with tears in his eyes, he nervously asked for clarification before becoming more frantic, “What….. are… you… doing? I’m not wearing a nappy during the day! You said it was for the night time only. Why are you doing this?”
Mikey’s cries continued to fill the room, his face red and his voice hoarse. The anger he felt towards his stepmother and the frustration at his situation weighed heavily on him. He couldn’t bear the thought of being treated like a toddler any longer.
“Why are you doing this to me?” he wailed. “I’m not a baby! I don’t need nappies, and I don’t need you to treat me like one!”
Alison’s expression softened as she watched Mikey’s outburst. She knew he was upset, but she also knew that this was necessary tough love for his own good.
Alison responded calmly, “Mikey, I laid it out for you as a reminder. You need to behave like an adult and stop throwing tantrums like a toddler. If you can do that, and start behaving your age then I won’t make you wear a nappy during the day. Are we clear?”
Tears streaming down his face, Mikey couldn’t control his emotions. “So I don’t have to wear the nappy?” he asked hopefully.
Alison remained composed, but her voice carried a tone of disappointment. “No Mikey, not now, as long as you behave. But you need to understand that your behavior has consequences. I’m not doing this to be mean or cruel, but to help you grow up and become a respectful man.”
Mikey’s sobs turned into heavy breathing as he tried to calm himself down. After a few seconds of silence, he looked up at his stepmother, his voice shaking. “I understand. I’m sorry for my behavior. I’ll try to do better,” he said through tears.
Alison nodded, a small smile on her face. “You’re almost 18 years old and it’s time to start acting like it. Now, let’s get you cleaned up and dressed, okay?”
Mikey breathed a sigh of relief as he realised he wasn’t going to be put in nappies during the day, at least not yet. He had feared that his stepmother’s control over him was able to extend beyond the nighttime routine and that he would be trapped in this infantile state indefinitely.
Mikey looked down at the clothes she had chosen for him. They were a pair of shorts and a T-shirt with a cartoon character on it. He felt embarrassed just looking at them.
“I don’t like these clothes, can I get some others?,” he protested.
“That’s too bad,” Alison said firmly. “You’re going to wear them anyway. And remember what happens if you misbehave….”
Mikey knew there was no point in arguing further.
He obediently put on the clothes she had chosen for him, feeling a sense of relief at being in regular clothing again, even if she had chosen some childish clothes that he would never have selected in a million years. He didn’t even know where they had come from as he didn’t recognize them.
“Alright, you’re all set,” his stepmother said, checking his appearance. “Let’s go downstairs and you can go outside and play for a bit.”
Mikey winced at her choice of words. He was almost eighteen years old, and he was being treated like a little kid being told to go and play.
He followed her down the stairs, trying to ignore the feeling of being under her control.
He knew that he had to bide his time and play the long game if he wanted to regain his independence.
He would have to endure the humiliation and hope that things would improve, but for now, he was just grateful to have escaped the threat of being made to wear a nappy during the day, which was his greatest fear as that would be terminal to his hopes to regain control of this situation.
Despite the short term relief, he was aware that his card had been marked and he couldn’t afford any further slip ups…
The End of Step-Brother to Step-Baby – Chapter 11
Written by: BacktoBabyhood – Chapter Eleven
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