Step-Brother to Step-Baby – Chapter 4
Mother walked to the end of the bed and began pulling off his tracksuit bottoms. He squirmed and grabbed his boxers as she made a move to pull them down.
“Not in front of the girls please…”, he begged.
“Don’t be silly, you’ll have to get used to it. We’ll all be changing your nappy plus it’s nothing that we haven’t seen before.”
This scenario seemed impossible a few hours ago but Mike clearly had no fight left and removed his grip on the boxers allowing Mother to pull them down and expose his manhood to all of us. He tried to cover himself up but his hands were quickly shewed away.
Mike only had a small amount of pubic hair but Mother felt it was best if this was removed to avoid the risk of nappy rash. It also made him look more babyish which was a bonus as it reinforced his new position in the family.
Mother rubbed the hair removal cream into the small amount of pubic hair that Mike had. She waited a short while before she began wiping the hair away. At this point, Mike opened his eyes and saw what she had done.
“What are you doing? I now look like a total baby”, Mike groaned. His choice of words were fitting but perhaps not the best given the situation that he found himself in.
“You don’t want a nappy rash do you?”
The reality of the situation was beginning to hit home for Mike. It was clear that he didn’t know how to reply to that question.
“I guess not”, he reluctantly muttered back.
“Okie dokie. Legs in the air for me please, Mikey…”
I had never seen my Mother like this before. Her calm and assertive aura had enabled her to take total control of the situation. It clearly had radiated to Mike too who lifted his legs in the air without any form of protest.
He grimaced as the baby powder was sprinkled over his hairless crotch. Mother expertly pulled the front of the nappy in between his legs. I could tell from his face that his head was spinning and he couldn’t believe what was going on.
In truth, neither could I – our arrogant and horrible 17 year step-brother was being willingly changed into a nappy just like a baby. I could only imagine how embarrassed he felt about what was happening.
My sisters and I watched attentively as Mother finished securing the nappy in place before fastening it around Mike with the pins.
Mike was looking directly at the ceiling as he continued to squirm and silently sob. Mum reached for the plastic pants and began pulling them up his legs.
“There we go. All done. Just stand up for me so that I can pull these up please.”
Mike continued to avoid eye contact with any of us as he stood up. The nappy looked extremely bulky on him – it would certainly be obvious to anyone who saw him.
Mother pulled up the plastic pants and then asked Mike to turn around. As he did, she turned the key in the padlock and patted him on the bottom.
“All done. Let’s go and have supper”.
Mike was not expecting the padlock and reached around the back of the plastic pants. If he had been planning to take them off and make his escape once we left the room, he was out of luck. He tried to pull them down but found that they didn’t move.
“What the hell is this? What if I need to use the bathroom?”
Mother had used Mike while she was trying to persuade him to accept his fate but now she had won the battle and he was securely fastened into a nappy, she reverted to Mikey. It was a name he hated as he said it was babyish which is exactly why she liked calling him it.
“Sorry Mikey, I thought there was a risk that you might try and take them off once we were out of your room so for now, this is for the best.”
“And what if I need the bathroom?”
“You can ask me or your sisters and we’ll remove it. If you need to go in the night though, I am afraid that we’re not getting up so you’ll have to use your nappy. If you can show us you’re a good boy then we might consider removing the padlock”
“Are you ******* joking?”
“No, we are not Mikey and I won’t accept that sort of language anymore.”
“I’m not ******* Mikey and where are my pyjamas?”
Mike stormed over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of pyjamas. He tried to pull them over the nappy and plastic pants but it was quickly evident that they wouldn’t fit
“Mikey, you’ll just have to come down as you are for now. I’ve got you some more PJ’s coming later in the week – they will fit over your nappy.”
“Are you taking the piss? This is a ******* joke.”
Mike’s behaviour was clearly not totally corrected as he threw his arm towards Mother.
“Right Mikey, if you want to act like a baby then you can have an early night without supper. And every time you swear, you will have to keep this in your mouth for one hour.”
She reached out and pulled out a dummy. She placed it in his mouth but he instinctively spat it out.
“You’re really taking the ******* piss now. You better stop it or else.”
It was quite scary to see Mother being spoken to like this but she had handled it so well so far that I was not concerned and I was confident that she would be able to deal with it.
“Oh dear, we’ll have to get you a strap for your dummy so you don’t lose it, if you spit it out.”
“You are mad you stupid bitch”.
“Mikey, if you want some supper, then I suggest you listen to what I’ve said and put your dummy in your mouth while you calm down. When you’re ready to come downstairs and behave, we can go and have some food.
“No chance”
“Ok, no supper and an early night for you then. Let’s go girls.”
The End of Step-Brother to Step-Baby – Chapter 4
Written by: BacktoBabyhood – Chapter Four
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