Step-Brother to Step-Baby (Chapter 19 - UPDATED 12-10) -- (Author) BacktoBabyhood

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jun 11, 2022 at 9:10 PM
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Mike has always treated his Step-Mum and Step-Sisters with contempt and considered males to be superior to females. After a series of unfortunate events, he will find out that he might have underestimated their determination to take back control.

Chapter One
Hi, I’m Rosie and I am 16. This story is about my 17 year old step-brother who has since become the step-baby in our family. He now acts just like any other two year old - it sounds crazy huh? Well it is a bit but hopefully you’ll agree that he kind of deserved it - we are only treating him like the toddler he is.

So where to start? Well, I should begin by saying that Mike was always bullying, teasing, hitting and humiliating me and my two younger sisters. We were all younger than him (Katie 13 and Sally 11) and he made sure to use that to his advantage.

It was always clear where he got it from - his Dad was also a bully to our Mother and there were many occasions over the years when the two of them would gang up against us girls.

One such example was when my poor sister, Katie, started having trouble with bedwetting at night. Both found it hilarious and within a few days, Mike’s Dad had concluded that she would need to go back to wearing nappies again until she stopped wetting the bed. This was not a view shared by our Mother but the decisions were made by the men of the house in those days and she had little influence over what happened.

We all felt desperately sorry for Katie, but not Mike. He pulled her outside in front of all his friends to be teased. But in life, what you do sometimes comes back to bite you.

Mike's father sadly passed away earlier in the year but he continued to live with us because his Mother had abandoned him and his Dad when he was younger and he had no other immediate family.

In the aftermath of his father dying, he was understandably very upset and soon began to wet the bed at night. In spite of how he had treated our sister, all of us including my mother were very understanding and tried to help. We did not seek to humiliate him - we just tried to be there to support him through a difficult stage in his life.

But it didn’t help, the bedwetting continued and Mike’s behaviour and rudeness to all of us worsened. After being checked by the doctor, they found no medical problem, so while he was out of the house one afternoon, my Mother called us girls together to discuss how to handle the situation moving forward.

“Girls, thank you for your support with Mike. I know that he’s not been easy at times and you have been extremely kind and understanding. But, I have been thinking….I can’t go on washing his bedding each night so I am going to propose that he goes back to nappies for the time being. Just at night to begin with but let’s see what happens....”

“Really Mother? Mike will go mad! There’s no way that he will wear nappies.”, my sister Katie replied.

“Well I have thought long and hard about this. If Mike’s going to continue to be so horrible to us all then he will have to find somewhere else to live, or he’ll have to live by our rules.”

I was impressed with Mum’s sudden assertiveness on the issue but I remained sceptical. There was no way that Mike would just lie down and agree to wearing a nappy without one heck of a fight.

“So you really think he’ll wear one? What if he kicks off a fuss and refuses?” I asked curiously.

“Well I am glad that you asked that question Darling because I will need all of your help. With Mike, you have to fight fire with fire so I’ve taken a few pictures of his wet bed the last two days and I will inform him that if he doesn’t oblige with the request that I will be sure to let his friends know about his night-time troubles and show them pictures of the evidence. I am sure that will help focus his mind on the situation”

“I can’t believe it Mother, I didn’t know you had it in you…”, I remarked.

“Now, that might not work. I have bought him the nappies - if he tries to make a fuss then I would like you with me so that between us, we can restrain him and get him changed. I am sure he will put up a fuss the first time but if he realises we’re serious then he’ll soon back down. He’s just most men - there's a lot of hot air but once you break the resistance, they will be putty in your hand.”

“I feel bad for saying this but it’s quite exciting.”, Katie smiled as she nervously exclaimed her view on the matter.

“Well, we have tried the nice approach and he’s behaved appallingly to all of us. I am sick and tired of it. It’s time he learnt his place in the house - if he wants to act like a toddler then we’ll treat him like one. I am not having him disrespecting you girls or me any longer”

“Can we see the nappies?”, Sally asked with a smirk on her face.

Mother went off upstairs and came back down with a bag. She had decided on cloth nappies so had a number of terry towelling squares, some pins and a very babyish pair of plastic pants which had some form of padlock on them.

“Awww they’re so cute, he’s going to look adorable. I can’t wait. Why is there a lock on the plastic pants?”, Katie said.

“I don’t want him removing them on the first night so this padlock will help prevent that risk. Once they’re on, they’re on and he can’t remove them until one of us does it. It's important that he realises that we're in control and that we will set the rules otherwise he'll just continue to treat us like doormats”

“Wait, so all of us are going to be changing him?”, I asked quizzingly.

“Oh yes, I want him to know that all of you are able to change his nappy. That way, he might start showing all of us a bit more respect. I am sure he might be a little more respectful to his sisters after he has to ask them for a nappy change.”

“Oh wow, this is going to be incredible. I don’t know if I am more scared or excited.”

“It might not be easy because I am sure he will put up a fuss. We might need to be patient but I am prepared to wait as long as it takes. I really would much rather give him time to come to terms with the situation so that he willingly accepts that he'll be wearing nappies at night from now on. Whatever happens, he will be changed into his nappy at 8pm every evening, starting tonight. It is important that he has a good routine with this.

My sisters and I were all in shock at what was going to happen. Mother never used to be this assertive but it seemed that time's were changing. It was time for a bit of girl power!

Mother smiled at us all and told us how proud she was.

"Now go and enjoy the rest of your afternoons and let’s regroup later. I will call him to his bedroom and I would like you girls to follow and prevent him from running away while I explain how things are going to work in this house from now on. There is a lock on his door so Rosie will be in charge of locking it and holding on to the key until we’re finished.”

All of us were pumped up for what was to come. I tried to carry on with my day as normal but in all honesty, I couldn't concentrate on anything else because I was too excited at the prospect of what was going to happen - I was just counting down the minutes.

We had always wanted a baby brother and now after several years of teasing and bullying, it was time for us to get our own back on Mike.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jun 12, 2022 at 10:58 AM
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Chapter Two
Mike returns home and is furious when his gaming session is disturbed by the four women. His initial dismissal of their plan soon turns to fear when he realises they are deadly serious.

Mike arrived home about 7pm, oblivious to what was about to come. He stormed through the door and without a hello, he demanded to know when food would be served.

“I’m hungry. When are you going to make us dinner?”

“Not yet Mikey, I am busy at the moment and I have something to do at 8pm. It will be after that - probably about 8.30pm if that’s ok with you?”

“I’m hungry now, and I’ve told you before - don’t call me Mikey - it’s Mike!”

He was clearly not in a good mood, but then again, he never was. He stormed upstairs to his room and turned on his television while we all looked at each other - it was not going to be an easy evening but it would be worth the short-term pain so we were all determined to execute the plan that Mother had proposed.

As the clock turned towards 8pm, we all nervously waited and visualised the inevitable storm that was coming. When the time came, Mother looked over at us with a determined look in her eye.

“Are you ready? This might not be easy but we have one chance - we can’t back down. If we do then he’s going to continue to treat us with no respect and make our lives hell.”

We all nodded our heads and waited for the instruction to go. He was already in his room so there was no need to call him up. As she entered his room, we followed closely behind. I took the furthest position back close to the door and discreetly turned the key in the lock before pulling it out and putting it into my pocket.

Mike had his headset on and was talking to some friends as they gamed together. He turned and looked at us with an evil look in his eye.

“One sec guys, I need to take a break.”, Mike paused his game and put down the headset before he began screaming at us.

“What do you think you’re all doing? Get out! I’m playing Call of Duty with my friends.”

Mother calmly smiled back and replied “No, I am afraid we can’t do that Mikey.”

“What the **** are you on about? And how many times do I have to tell you - I am not Mikey!”, he replied. It was clear he was slightly confused by what was going on.

Mother walked over to his bed and pulled out the white carry bag which she had hidden under there before he returned home. She walked back to where she had been standing and began to explain what was going to happen next….

“We have had a discussion and we have made a decision. When Katie had issues at night, you and your Dad thought it was a good idea for her to wear a nappy to protect the bed. We have tried to help you with your accidents but the Doctor cannot find a medical issue and you continue to be rude and disrespectful to all of us and we are no longer prepared to put up with it. Now today onwards, it stops and from tonight onwards….!

Mike tried to interject but Mother raised her voice and continued to speak until he stopped speaking and she could continue explaining the situation to him.

“AND FROM TONIGHT ONWARDS…. You will be wearing nappies at bed. This is not up for debate - at 8pm every evening, you will be changed into your night nappy by either myself or one of your sisters. If you can prove that you don’t need them and keep yourself dry for at least a week then we can review the situation. Are we clear?”

Mike seemed to be taken back by what he had just been told. He checked his headset was muted before he replied - he clearly didn’t want his friends hearing this conversation.

“Hahaha you ******* bitch, there is no way that I’m wearing nappies. You’re absolutely deluded. Good luck trying to get me to wear them. Now get out of my room.”

“We’re not going anywhere until this is sorted. It’s my house - you have two choices - you either wear a nappy as I have told you and follow my rules or you leave my house immediately and find somewhere else to live. It’s your choice”

Mike looked surprised at how Mother was speaking and how assertive she was being. None of us were used to this. As the deadlock continued, he started to get angry and defensive - he stood up and tried to walk to the bedroom door. He pushed me out of the way but found it was locked. He kicked the door aggressively but it was an oak door and there was no prospect that he would be able to break out.

“Why the **** have you locked the door? I’m warning you - I am really starting to lose my patience now.”

In the time that Mike had walked to the door, Mother had moved over towards his gaming station and picked up the headset. They locked eyes with each other before my Mother calmly explained her plan, if he did not comply.

“Well Mikey, if you don’t want your friends to hear all about your bedwetting habits, and see the pictures that I have taken, then I would suggest that you accept what is going to happen.”

She put the headset on her head and sarcastically remarked: “Is this the unmute button?”

He looked furiously in her direction and lurched towards Mother and the headset. My sisters and I moved to stand in front of Mother to protect her which only served to annoy Mike even more.

“I’m warning all of you - I won’t be responsible for my actions if you continue this. NOW GET OUT OF MY ******* ROOM”

It seemed that he was almost on the verge of tears as he was beginning to comprehend what was happening and realise that we were resolute in executing the plan that we had explained to him.

Mother continued to calmly sit in the chair with her button on the headset. She smiled at me and confidently asked “Can you get your brother’s bits out of the bag and lay them out on the bed? Once he’s calmed down, I can then get him changed for tonight.”

“I’VE TOLD YOU…. GET OUT OF MY ******* ROOM. I’M NOT WEARING ******* NAPPIES. I AM 17 YEARS OLD YOU CRAZY BITCH”

“Sorry Mike, you will be. It’s either that or I tell all of your friends about your little secret. What do you think they would say?”

Mike tensed his body up and aggressively responded to Mother:

“IF YOU ******* DARE THEN YOU’LL BE SORRY”

Again, she remained remarkably calm and decided to change her approach.

“Mike, this is happening whether you like it or not. We can do this the easy or the hard way. It’s not a big deal - you have had a tough time of things lately but we are not going to put up with the way that you treat us girls and I am not prepared to keep washing your bed, or having your room smell like a nursery. It’s making the whole house smell.”

Mike blushed at the allegation that his room was making the whole house smell. He looked unsure how to respond to the latest development and the change of tone.

His mind was clearly in overdrive as he tried to work out what to do - it did however seem that he was beginning to accept his fate and his resistance was wavering.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jun 13, 2022 at 1:51 AM
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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jun 28, 2022 at 1:01 AM
Content: IMPORTANT - APOLOGIES ALL, I MISSED CHAPTER 3 AND WENT STRAIGHT TO CHAPTER 4 BY MISTAKE. I HAVE DELETED THE ABOVE CHAPTER AND WILL POST THEM AGAIN IN THE CORRECT ORDER. SORRY AND ENJOY THE STORY.

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Chapter Three
The Women step up their plan as Mike’s resistance begins to waver.

Mother encouraged me to finish making the preparations and lay out the bits needed to complete the job.

“Go on Rosie, get Mike’s nappy ready on the bed please.”

Mike’s anger seemed to have temporarily subsided. He remained silent as he just looked angrily at me and my Mother as I unfolded the terry towelling and took out the other items.

There was a stoney look on his face - it looked like he was holding back tears as he clenched his teeth in an effort to avoid the tears that were forming behind his eyes.
Mother sensed his resistance had weakened and encouraged him to accept his fate.

“Come on Mike, let’s get you changed for the evening.”

With that, Mike’s anger reached boiling point and in one last desperate attempt to avoid his fate, he ran at me and grabbed the items laid out on the bed. He threw them all over the room and then proceeded to kick and punch the bedroom in an attempt to get out.

“LET ME OUT YOU CRAZY BITCH…..” he screamed but his voice gave away that he was now resigned to his fate and that he had realised that there was no escape from the situation. We were serious and there was no way out.”

Mother calmly replied, “Oh dear, you want to have a tantrum and act like a toddler, do you? Girls, will you pick up with the things please?”

It was at that point that Mike began to burst into tears and he slumped to the floor. It seemed his resistance had been broken - we had managed to break him down.

“Come on, let’s get it over with Darling. I know you’re upset but the quicker we do this, the quicker you can get back to your games and we can all have some supper.”

Mike looked broken but he didn’t respond to Mothers words. He sat with his head in his hands, remaining in the same spot for several minutes. Tears continued to stream down his face. Mother had discussed the prospect of this happening so we knew that we needed to be patient and let Mike have the time to come to terms with the situation and make the decision to accept the night nappy. It was important that he said ‘Yes’ and did not object - it was a battle of attrition but we were fully prepared for it and happy to wait as long as it takes.

“Mike, we can wait here all night if you want. None of us are going anywhere until this is sorted.”

He continued to look down at the floor. It was now clear that he was beginning to contemplate accepting the situation and it was now a matter of when, not if.

The room was eerily quiet as we all waited for Mike to make his decision. My tummy was beginning to rumble as it was now nearly 9pm - it had been an hour since we first entered the room.

Mother reached down towards Mike and offered her hand to pull Mike up.

“Mike, we’ll keep waiting as long as it takes but the quicker we do this, the quicker we can all have some food. I can hear your tummy rumbling.”
Mike reluctantly accepted the hand initially and stood to his feet. As soon as he was standing, he flicked away Mothers hand. It was almost his last stand of defiance before he accepted his fate.

As he glanced down at the floor with his head hunched over his shoulders, he looked just like a toddler who had a tantrum after being told off. He looked like a vulnerable little boy who needed his parents - I kind of felt sorry for him at that moment but I then thought back to all of the unkind things that he had done to all of us.

Mother gently cajolled him over to the bed “Come on, over here please Mike.”

We all watched in amazement as he walked of his own free will towards the bed - it was actually going to happen. He was going to be put back in nappies by Mother, we couldn’t believe it. Even Mother seemed pleasantly surprised at how well it had gone.

We had all expected him to have been more violent or put up a bigger fight.

He stood by the side of the bed as Mother began to lift his t-shirt off him.

“Let’s get this off you. Arms up please.”

Mike continued to look at the floor as he willingly put his arms in the air and allowed Mother to remove his t-shirt.

He mumbled a few words out as she lifted the t-shirt over his head.

“Are you sure it’s muted? Can I just turn the Xbox off please?”

It was clear that the idea of Mike’s friends knowing his secret was a prospect that really scared him. It was incredible to see Mike acting in a polite manner - it was not something that any of us were accustomed to and it only served to reinforce our determination to follow through on our plan. It was also a big moment because asking for permission was a clear admission that he recognised that he was no longer in control - we were.

“Sally, can you turn off the Xbox for your brother please?”

Sally turned off the Xbox without having to say anything back. It remained eerily quiet in the room - it was almost as if none of us could believe what was happening.

“Right, your sister has kindly done that for you so let’s get you sorted for bed so we can all go and get some food. I don’t know about you all but I have worked up quite an appetite. Now, lie on your back here please”, Mother calmly showed Mike what she needed him to do.

Mike briefly opened his eyes so that he could follow the instructions he had been given. Once he had laid on bed as instructed, he closed his eyes. As he lay on the bed, he was sobbing silently and biting the nail of his little finger which only served to make him look even more like a toddler. We all watched in amazement as he did what he was told without any arguments - we really had broken his resistance.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jun 28, 2022 at 1:03 AM
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Chapter Four
Mike, now known as Mikey, is pinned into his night nappy. As he accepts his fate, there are a few further surprises in store for him…

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.”

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jun 28, 2022 at 1:04 AM
Content: Sorry for any confusion but it looks like I posted Chapter 4 ahead of Chapter 3 by mistake. Very sorry!

I have re-posted Chapter 3 and 4 in the correct order....

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Chapter Five

Mikey’s situation worsens as he begins to realise that his Step-Mother has been planning this for a while…

Mikey was still showing signs of defiance. It seemed he hadn’t quite given up yet.

“**** off and have your supper, I’ll just go and get something from town if you’re going to be so pathetic.”

I patted the back of Mikey’s nappy gently and made a facetious comment. I knew it would anger him but seeing him dressed as he was, I was no longer scared of what he might do.

“I think we should let him go, Mother. Everyone will think he looks so cute in that big nappy. I would love to see the reactions”, I commented in a babyish voice.

As expected, Mikey did not see the funny side, and responded venomously.

“Don’t touch me, you stupid girl. You’ll all regret this.”

My Mother smiled at me and then turned to look at Mikey with a serious look on her face.

“Mikey, your sisters will be checking your nappies to make sure you don’t need a change so I suggest that you treat them nicely. Sally, I am sure your younger sisters would be interested to see how you check if a baby needs a change. How do you check when you’re babysitting your cousins?”

Mike looked at me with utter contempt but he was speechless. I hesitated as I didn’t know how he would react to my Mother’s words.

“Go on”, Mother urged.

I leaned towards Mikey again and pushed into the back of his nappy to demonstrate it had not been soiled and then pressed into the front padding to show how to check it was dry.”

This was clearly unnecessary but it was again about reinforcing our power over Mikey and making him realise that we would be in charge and he would be treated like any other baby.

I was expecting Mike to respond angrily or for him to push me away, but he didn’t. He just stood there while I checked his nappy - I couldn’t believe it.

“Well done Sally. Now Mikey, you have three choices. You can put the dummy in the mouth, be a good boy and come to supper downstairs with us, you continue acting like a toddler and have an early night with no food, or if you want to go into town dressed like that then that’s your choice but you will have to walk in as you won’t be able to drive.”

“Why can’t I drive?” Mike questioned in a concerned tone.

“I’ve cancelled your car insurance for the time being. I am not prepared to pay for privileges like that until you’ve demonstrated that you’re a big boy.”

Mike looked shellshocked. Mother really had planned this.

“What about my car?”

“It’s not your car Mikey - I paid for it. If you behave properly, I might let you use it again. Otherwise, your sister is going to be learning to drive shortly so I am sure she would be happy to take over ownership of it.”

This was all news to me. Mother hadn’t told us any of this but it was very exciting as I would be able to start learning to drive in a few weeks and now I had a car to practice in.

“Oh, and one final thing, I’ve paid off the overdraft, but I won’t be funding your bank account any longer. You’re old enough to earn your own money if you want it. I will give you some pocket money each week like I do with your sisters, if you earn it. So unless you’ve got a secret stash of money hidden away, I am not sure how you’ll be funding your trip to town”

There was a touch of irony about Mother’s comments given that Mikey was being told that he was old enough to get a job and look after himself but at the same time, she had just pinned him into nappies and was treating him like a toddler.

He looked absolutely shell shocked and broken. In the space of an hour, he had ended up being returned to nappies by his step-mum and younger three sisters. He had now been told that his access to his car had been taken away and that his monthly allowance was being removed so he wouldn’t have any money.

Mother had really planned this. She had taken away all of his independence. She knew that he had no other family so he was reliant on her to support him and she had absolutely snookered him - he really had no option but to accept his fate.

“So, are you going to be a big boy and do as you’re told, or not?”

Mikey was clearly still trying to take everything in but he hated being spoken to like a child. If he accepted it now then it would just continue to happen. At the same time, his stomach was rumbling louder than ever. He had not eaten lunch and given that the option of going to town to get his own food was clearly off the table, he was left with just two options - either accept his fate and do as he was told in order to get some food or go to bed hungry.

He made one last desperate plea. An hour ago, it would have been an aggressive refusal or a demand for us to do what he wanted but now he was asking us for mercy.

“No…. leave me alone. And stop calling me Mikey or saying that I need to act like a big boy. I’m 17 years old - I am not a baby!”

His protests were getting weaker by the minute and Mother sensed his weakness.

“You’re right, you are a grown up so if you want to stay up and have no supper then that’s your choice. If you want supper then you need to put the dummy in your mouth as I’ve told you. That’s the rules - it’s your decision.”

“You’re messing with my head. I’m not sucking a baby’s dummy.”

“Ok, it’s your decision. See you tomorrow.”

“Please… this has gone too far. I will come down but I’m not sucking the dummy… is that a deal?”

“Nope, sorry, that’s not a deal. I’ve told you what you need to do, if you want your supper. We’re all hungry so we can’t stay here debating with you all night. See you tomorrow.”

As Mother opened the door, Mikey shouted…..

“Wait…..”

Mother turned back and looked at him.

“So do you want some supper after all? Are you going to do as you’re told and behave like a big boy? If you want some food then I suggest you put your dummy in your mouth now and come down with us. Otherwise stay here and we’ll see you tomorrow - it’s your last chance. No more games”

Mike looked furious but he knew that he wasn’t going to win this battle. It was either do what Mother said, or go hungry, and at the moment, the dummy was the lesser of two evils for him.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Aug 29, 2022 at 1:53 PM
Content: Sorry for the delay with updating this, I have been away.

The latest chapter has now been released on Patreon, with Chapter 7 set to be released shortly. I will be releasing them on here in the not too distant future.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Sep 11, 2022 at 2:27 PM
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Chapter Six

Mikey relents and decides to join the girls for his supper. He soon realises that his humiliation might only just be beginning…

“Right, ok then. I’ll play your stupid game. You’re honestly mad, do you know that?”

“Thank you Mikey, it is lovely that you’ll be joining us.”

As Mikey put the dummy in his mouth, I grabbed my phone and called his name. As he looked at me, I took a picture.

He spat out the dummy again and ran towards me to grab the phone.

“What are you doing? You said you wouldn’t tell anyone…”

Before I had a chance to reply, Mother had stood in front of me and interjected to calm the situation.

“It’s an insurance Mikey - if you behave then I am sure we can keep it a secret but if you decide to play up then we might have to share it with some of your friends and invite them round for playtime with you.”

That was the final straw. Mikey was defeated. He said nothing as he put the dummy back in his mouth and waddled behind us downstairs to the kitchen table.

It was incredible. Just a few hours ago, we were all scared of Mike but he no longer felt like a threat to us. I still couldn’t believe that Mother had managed to outmanoeuvre him and make him submit to wearing a nappy and suck a dummy.

Mikey was still sucking his dummy as he gingerly took a seat at the kitchen table. As he sat down, the plastic pants made a loud rustling sound. He was clearly conscious of the noise as he looked down at the floor nervously.

It was evident that Mother had planned tonight very carefully. She rarely cooked stews but knowing that there was a strong likelihood that tonight’s meal would have to sit around for a while, she had decided that it would be a sensible choice.

We all took our places at the table while she dished up the food and served it to us in turn. Mikey would normally help himself to food before any of us and would snatch the first plate that Mother served but tonight she deliberately made him wait until last.

When Mother finally put his plate in front of him, she spoke in a childish voice as she pulled the dummy out of his mouth.

“You can take your dummy out while you eat your food Mikey.”

By treating Mikey like a toddler, Mother was reinforcing the message that she was in charge and that he was just a child who needed her permission to make decisions. All of her actions were a deliberate ploy to turn him into the well behaved boy that we craved.

He did not say anything back and began to eat his food. I could only imagine what was going through his mind at that moment of time but he was clearly still in shock at what had happened to him and was understandably very quiet.

Dinner was very enjoyable as we talked about our plans for the weekend and flowers and other girly topics that were normally off topic when Mike was around. He would usually tell us to shut up and that we were “talking rubbish” or “boring” but tonight we had free rein.

We were all very pleased about how the evening had gone - except Mikey of course - and were in a jubilant mood as we finished our food.

I looked over at him and smiled. As I looked over, I could see that he had spilt some food down himself and decided to use it as an opportunity to tease him and get a reaction.

“Mother, look at Mikey. He’s spilled half his food down himself, perhaps we should look at getting him a bib?”

I could see Mikey’s face changing as he angrily looked over at me before he responded.

“You better shut up you little bitch otherwise I’ll make you sorry. You might think you’re big now and clever now but you’ll be sorry. You won’t get away with this.”

Mother quickly intervened to take control of the situation and remind Mikey of his rightful position in the family now.

“No pudding for you I’m afraid Mikey which is a shame because it’s chocolate brownie, your favourite. And you know the rules…”

As she finished her sentence, she placed the dummy back in his mouth and removed his bowl of food which he had not quite finished. He spat it out and shouted back at her.

“**** off you crazy lady. I haven’t even finished my food. Give it back here”

“I told you the rules earlier, put your dummy back in now please. If you want the rest of your food, you can ask me nicely.”

“Please can I have my food back?”

“I won’t have a discussion with you until you’ve got your dummy back in your mouth.”

“How am I supposed to ask you a question with this stupid thing in my mouth?”

“Oh Mikey, you are silly. Have you never been with a toddler? They are able to keep their dummy in their mouth and still speak so I’m sure you can too. Now if you want your food…”

Mikey again looked defeated and reluctantly placed the dummy back into his mouth. It was another win for Mother as he was accepting the rules that she had set and had understood that she was not going to back down and give him his food until he did as she told him.

He sounded ridiculously childish as he requested for his food to be returned with the dummy still wedged in his mouth.

“Please can I have my food back?”

“As you asked so nicely, I will of course let you have your food back Mikey. And to your sister’s suggestion, I had not thought of getting you a bib but perhaps it’s not the worst idea judging by the state of you.”

Mikey’s face went bright red as he came to the realisation that his humiliation might only just be beginning, and he was right…

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Mar 29, 2023 at 5:31 PM
Content: The latest chapter of Step-Brother to Step-Baby is live on my Patreon (www.patreon.com/backtobabyhood), and you’ll also find the latest chapters of stories such as the French Exchange and If You Act Like A Baby.

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Chapter Seven

Important - From this chapter on, I have decided to tell the story from a third person perspective rather than through the eyes of Rosie. I believe this will make the story better and allow me to better reflect the feelings of all of the characters. So rather than Rosie referring to ‘Mother’ like in previous chapters, I will be using her actual name (Alison).
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Alison was calm and composed as she explained her request. She spoke with a gentle but confident tone as she encouraged Mike to drink the juice that she had prepared for him.

“Drink up Mikey, you have not touched your juice.”

“I’m not thirsty.”

“Well you need to drink something. And you made a fuss yesterday about wanting me to buy it for you. Your sisters have finished their drinks so I am sure you can too.”

“I don’t want it.”

Rosie provocatively commented, “Mikey, you need to drink up if you want to be a big and strong boy.”

He replied abruptly with a cold and threatening tone, “I am warning you Rosie.”

Alison intervened to calm the situation. She knew that she had to build goodwill and trust with Mikey and that it would help if she stood up for him whenever his sisters teased him. If she could win his trust, it would be easier to take control and get him to become the submissive boy that she desired.

“That’s enough Rosie, no more teasing please. I want you to be nice to your brother. Now Mikey, I’m going to count to 3 otherwise I will put it in a bottle and you can take it to bed with you…. 1, 2….”

Mikey realised that Alison was not bluffing and decided to drink the juice.

“Fine, I will drink the juice,” he replied, looking down at the floor.

He felt so embarrassed that he couldn’t look at anyone right now, he wanted to run to his bedroom and lock the door shut but he knew that would be a bad move in the circumstances, and Sally had the key.

It was really difficult for Mike to swallow his pride and give into the demands but he knew that he had to bide his time and that it would be fruitless or argue with Alison more tonight.

He reluctantly picked up the cup of juice that Alison had given him. He was aware that he wouldn’t be able to use the bathroom until the morning and seemed reluctant to drink too much. He sipped some of the juice to appease the request before he placed the cup back on the table.

Orange juice was one of his favourite drinks but it tasted funny tonight for some reason.

“Thank you for drinking your juice Mikey. And, as you listened so well and did what you were asked, I will extend your bedtime by an extra fifteen minutes.”

Alison was continuing to speak with Mikey like a toddler. The offer of a reward to reinforce his positive behaviour was a technique that she had read about in a book. While associated with young children, the author was adamant that it was just as effective on older children and men, if applied correctly.

As a result of what she had read, Alison wanted to make the whole situation seem totally normal and to subtly reward positive behaviour which was actually more embarrassing for Mikey because it was making him feel like a toddler.

Although it was early days, Alison was happy at how things had gone so far and felt that her tactics were already starting to pay dividends because Mikey was showing signs of being more compliant. Her desire to turn him into a meek sissy who respected women was on track and she was now confident that she could achieve her objective.

The decision to use bedtime as a reward was a deliberate choice. Mikey’s bedtime had been the subject of several arguments and he had often woken the girls late at night playing games with his friends online. While she expected it to be a difficult battle to win, she knew that it was pivotal.

Eventually she wanted him to be in bed by 9pm every night but that would be achieved gradually. At this point, it was important to get some small wins and by giving him extra time before bed, she was making him know that she was setting the rules and she would decide if and when he would be going to bed.

She was pleased that Mikey had not protested about her bedtime remark. She had expected a big argument but was pleasantly surprised that he had not responded. In fact, he actually wanted to go to bed tonight, partly because he was exhausted but also to escape the girls and have some time to work out what he was going to do next.

As Alison began clearing the table, she noticed that his cup remained half full. While he wanted to limit his liquid intake, she was determined to make him drink asmuch as possible knowing that it would make Mikey more likely to wake up with a wet nappy which would be important to her plan to turn him into a sissy who was reliant on nappies.

“Mikey, I need you to drink up please. I want to clear up and go to bed but I won’t throw away juice that you told me you liked.”

Mikey desperately tried to protest with her.

“I do like it but it tastes funny and I really don’t want anymore before bed in case… ”

Alison interrupted him mid sentence and responded decisively.

“Don’t be silly, it probably tastes funny because you’re so worried about wetting the bed that you have made yourself dehydrated. Are you worried about having an accident? Now you’re wearing nappies again, it doesn’t matter if you have a slip up so you can drink what you want.”

Her comments made Mikey feel very small. She was making it seem like it was an inevitability that he would wet his nappies. It didn’t help that the girls were laughing as their Mum talked so openly about Mikey’s issue.

He thought for a few moments about how to reply and decided that he wanted to make a defiant stand against Alison. He didn’t want to wet his nappy and knew he would, if he was forced to drink the remaining juice. Plus he didn’t even want it so why should he drink it?

“I don’t want to wear a nappy and I don’t want the drink either,” he replied defiantly.

“Ok, well I am not throwing it away so I will put it into a bottle for you and you can take it to bed.”

Mikey hesitated over what to do as walked towards the other end of the kitchen and opened one of the cupboard doors. He didn’t think she was being serious, he knew that she was a bit crazy but surely she wouldn’t actually give him a baby’s bottle.

He soon realised that she was not bluffing. The girls snickered as their Mum walked back to the table with an oversized bottle.

“That’s so cute Mum, perhaps Mikey would prefer milk in his bottle.”

“Rosie, I have warned you. Stop teasing him.”

Mikey remained in shock. The nappy was bad enough and then he was given the dummy and now she was trying to get him to drink out of a baby’s bottle. What the hell was going on?

After a few moments of reflection, he decided to give in.

He had experienced enough humiliation for one evening and reasoned that he would probably wet his nappy anyway so it would only make the situation worse if he ended up having to drink from a bottle. It would set a precedent which he didn’t want to do. On reflection, the lesser of two evils was to drink the juice.

“Ok ok, I will drink it.”

“Good boy”, Alison replied as she smiled at him.

While Mikey might have avoided the bottle on this occasion, he was resigned to the fact that it would only be a matter of time before the threat of it arose again…

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Apr 2, 2023 at 4:08 PM
Content: I will be uploading the latest chapter of Step-Brother to Step-Baby to my Patreon (www.patreon.com/backtobabyhood) in the very near future, and you’ll also find the latest chapters of stories such as the French Exchange and If You Act Like A Baby. Any support is greatly appreciated and will help me being able to keep writing! Thank you x
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Chapter Eight

Alison leaned over towards Mikey and without warning, she proceeded to push into the front of his nappy.

“Just checking you don’t need a change before bed.”

Mikey looked away embarrassed. He wanted to protest that he was not a baby and that he didn’t have daytime accidents but he knew it would be futile to respond.

He reluctantly gulped the remaining juice in the cup before slamming it down against the kitchen table.

“Oh dear, it sounds like someone is a bit grumpy. Time for beddy bye byes.”

The girls laughed as Alison continued to speak to Mikey like a toddler. She walked over to him, pulled out his chair and directed him to stand up.

He meekly complied with her request and stood up. He looked down at the floor while he waited for her to give him permission to leave the table.

“Rosie, can you take Mikey to the bathroom to clean his teeth and then tuck him into bed. I will be up shortly.”

Rosie smiled at the prospect and jumped up from her seat. By this point, the continuous reinforcement of the childish language had started to grind Mikey down. It was a bitter blow to his male pride being treated in this way but he was too tired to argue.

He stood patiently waiting while Rosie made her way towards him. His nappy loudly rustled as she patted him on the bottom, and took his hand before leading him away from the table and towards the stairs.

“Come on Mikey, let’s get you ready.”

He gritted his teeth as she led him up the stairs and into the bathroom. Rosie leaned into the cupboard beneath the sink and pulled out a new toothbrush and toothpaste.

“It looked like you had run out of toothpaste so Mummy kindly bought you some new toothpaste. She’s also got you a new toothbrush because your old one was looking a bit worse for wear.”

Mikey stood in shock while he was handed a tube of “Little Teeth”. The front of the tube contained pictures of Paw Patrol and clearly stated that it was designed for children aged between 2 and 5 years old. He then looked at the toothbrush in her hand, it was also Paw Patrol themed and was also clearly designed for a toddler.

“This better be a joke. You’re actually taking this too far.”

Rosie had observed how her Mother had successfully dealt with Mikey and took a similar approach.

“They had run out of a few bits at the supermarket so Mummy couldn’t get your normal ones. Why don’t you use it tonight? l will ask her if we can buy you some less babyish ones next time she’s shopping.”

Mikey didn’t know if he could trust Rosie’s explanation. His emotions were all over the place. Part of him wanted to hit out and fight back against this lunacy but he was utterly exhausted and drained.

After a few moments of tense silence, he took the toothbrush from her hands. She was surprised at how easily he had accepted the situation and that he had not argued more fiercely about having to use a toddler’s toothbrush.

Rosie couldn’t help but silently snigger as she watched Mikey clean his teeth with a toddler’s toothbrush. He looked ridiculous.

Once he had finished brushing his teeth, she led him towards his bedroom and stood at the door waiting while he got into bed.

“Do you want me to read you a bedtime story?“, she asked sarcastically.

“No, now leave me alone. I want to go to bed.”

“Ok, your choice Mikey. Sleep well.”

Rosie pulled the door shut and then turned the key in the lock, leaving Mikey imprisoned in his bedroom. He jumped out of bed and banged against the door.

“Open this door for **** sake! You cannot lock me in here. What if I need to go to the bathroom, or need to get out?”

“You’re wearing a nappy which will hold until the morning so if you need to go then just use it and we will change you in the morning.”

Mikey couldn’t believe what he was hearing. What if there was a fire? What if he needed to go for a poo? How would he possibly stop wetting the bed if he was not given the chance to go to the toilet in the night?

“But I need to go for a pee now. Can’t you take it off so I can go before I go to sleep?”

“Sorry Mikey, not tonight. Sleep well.”

Rosie walked downstairs while Mikey banged loudly against the door.

“All ok Rosie?”, Alison asked.

“Yes thank you Mummy, it was easier than I expected. He gave in without much of a fight.”

“That’s good, well done girls. I am proud of you all.”

“What happens now?”

“We have done the hardest bit but we have to be consistent and firm with him. Tonight is only the first part of the process. If we really want him to treat us with respect then we need him to train him properly.”

While the girls chatted downstairs, Mikey continued to bang against the door. It took several minutes before he realised his efforts were fruitless and that there was no escape. He slumped against the door and fell to the ground, with tears flowing down his cheeks.

The juice had gone right through him and he could feel the pressure building in his bladder. He crossed his legs in an attempt to prevent the inevitable but his eyes were closing and before long, he was fast asleep in front of the door. Unbeknown to Mikey, his bladder was soon releasing a stream of urine into the nappy.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Apr 3, 2023 at 12:17 AM
Content: Thank you @littlemoosey, I am really glad to hear that you’re enjoying it. I’ve been doing a story mapping session this evening so I’m looking forward to bringing some of the ideas to life in future chapters!

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Apr 30, 2023 at 2:05 PM
Content: I have just finished writing the next 3-4 chapters of this story so I'm looking forward to sharing them with you all.

They will all be released first on my Patreon page (www.patreon.com/backtobabyhood) with Chapter 9 now available to read.

I'm excited to take this story forward but it's a lot of work writing alongside the French Exchange and If You Act Like A Baby, which you may also be reading at the moment. If you are enjoying the stories then please do consider subscribing to my Patreon. I would love to dedicate more time to my writing, if I can supplement my current income so any support is greatly appreciated. Thank you

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Timestamp: May 9, 2023 at 2:13 PM
Content: The latest chapters of The French Exchange and Step-Brother to Step-Baby will be released early on my Patreon. There are now over 170 posts including exclusive stories for subscribers.

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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 behaviour 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.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: May 30, 2023 at 9:09 PM
Content: Chapter 12 is now live on my Patreon page. I’ll be releasing the next few chapters here over the coming weeks.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jun 3, 2023 at 1:24 AM
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Chapter 10

Mikey sat down at the kitchen table and looked at his stepmother with a pleading expression. "Please, can I stop wearing the nappies?" he asked. "I promise I'll be good and not have any more accidents."

His stepmother looked at him with a mix of sympathy and frustration. "Mikey, we've only just discussed this," she said. "You need the nappies to manage your bedwetting. It's not up for debate right now."

"But I hate them," Mikey said, his voice rising in frustration.

Mikey's stepmother let out a heavy sigh and looked at him with a gentle expression. "I know it's hard, Mikey," she said in a soft voice. "But we need to do what's best for you. And right now, that means wearing the nappies."

"I'm not a baby," Mikey retorted, trying to assert himself. "I'm almost an adult. I don't want to wear nappies like a baby."

His stepmother didn't falter, "When you stop wetting the bed then perhaps you can stop wearing them but until then….." she said calmly.

Mikey interrupted Alison mid sentence as he stood firm defending his position, "Well, I'm not wearing any more after this one. That's it!"

His stepmother shot back, "You don't have a choice, Mikey. It's my house, so my rules. While you're living here, you'll be wearing nappies until I say otherwise."

“Well I’ll move out then…” Mikey threatened.

“Really? How do you plan to do that with no money and no car?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I’ll go and stay with one of my friends” he replied with a slight stutter, as Mikey processed the viability of actually doing what he was saying.

Not phased by his threats, Audrey replied coldly, “And what happens when you wet their beds? You can’t control yourself, just like a baby. That’s why you’re sitting at the table wearing a wet nappy.”

Mikey attempted to defend himself, “It’s only a short-term thing. It’s probably the stress of having to live with you. The bedwetting won’t last and even if it does, I can deal with it. Anything will be better than living here and being treated like this.”

As Mikey persisted, his stepmother issued a stern warning, "As you keep telling me, you're a big boy, so if you want to leave, then you can. But just a word of warning, if you do decide to move in with one of your friends, I'll be sure to give them some pictures of you looking very cute in your nappy and dummy. I am sure they'll be very surprised to know your little secret."

The threat shook Mikey to his core, and he questioned why his stepmother was treating him this way. "Even if I do need nappies," he began to say, unsure of his own words. "Then why are you treating me like a toddler? I don't need someone to change me or to be locked into these stupid pants."

"If you don't want to be treated like a toddler," his stepmother snapped, "then perhaps you shouldn't have been behaving like one for the last few years. You wet your bed like a baby and have tantrums like a little toddler all the time. So how else do you expect me to treat you? It's time you remembered who's in charge of this house, and it's certainly not you, little boy. I can't trust you to keep your nappies on because you're so irresponsible that you'll probably remove them, and then I'll have to deal with your wet bed. So until you start acting your age, it will be me and the girls who will be changing your nappies, and you'll be staying locked in those plastic pants whenever I say. And if you continue to make a big deal about this, then I'll really show you what it’s like to be treated like a baby. Do I make myself clear?"

Mikey was startled by the harshness in his stepmother's words and tone. He had never seen her behave this way before, and for the first time since his Dad had died, he felt really alone and scared, and it frightened him.

Feeling overwhelmed by everything that had just happened, he knew he didn't want to push his stepmother any further or find out what her final threat might be.

As he reflected on Alison’s comments, he began to acknowledge that there was some truth behind them. He had not always treated Alison or the girls with kindness or respect, so perhaps his behaviour was partly to blame for the current situation.

With his options limited, he decided that a different approach was necessary. Rather than continuing to argue and fight against Alison, Mikey decided to play the long game. He hoped that by proving to Alison that he had learned his lesson and was willing to behave, she would stop treating him like a helpless child.

If he could demonstrate his responsibility and maturity, perhaps she would finally treat him like the teenager he was and stop treating him like a toddler.

Having been told off by his step mother, he was in no mood for his younger sister's teasing and was hoping to make his exit from the kitchen table before they arrived but it was too late.

Just as he was finishing his breakfast, two of his younger sisters walked into the room.

They looked over at him with curiosity. He hated feeling like a spectacle for them to gawk at but he knew exactly what question he was about to be asked…

"Morning, Mikey," Katie said cheerfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Did you wet your nappy?"

While he was distracted speaking with Katie, Rosie had crept behind Mikey and to his surprise, she reached over to the front of his nappy and pressed against it firmly.

“Yes, he’s got a very wet nappy.”

Mikey felt like he was going to explode. He couldn't stand the way his sisters treated him, like he was a baby. Where was their respect for his dignity? He wanted to shout at them but he tried to remain calm and composed, as his commitment to the plan that he had settled on was tested for the first time.

"Mind your own business," he muttered under his breath, his tone sharp.

His stepmother raised an eyebrow, her expression stern. "Now, now, Mikey. Be nice to your sisters. They're just curious."

Mikey gritted his teeth, feeling like he was about to scream. He hated feeling like he was constantly under scrutiny, like he was being judged for something that was beyond his control.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, his voice barely audible. "I don’t mean it, I’m just tired." He couldn’t believe what he was saying but he knew that he had to appease the situation in an effort to demonstrate that he was serious about behaving properly.

With a nod of surprise, his stepmother’s expression shifted as she sarcastically quipped back to her stepson. "Good boy, Mikey. Maybe you’re learning to be a big boy after all…."

Mikey felt a surge of anger and humiliation flow through him. He pulled his fists together in an attempt to avoid rising to the bait, as the girls laughed.

"Can I leave the table?" he said, his voice quiet.

His stepmother smiled, her expression warm. "What a good boy you are asking to leave the table. I’m very impressed but why don’t you wait until your sisters are finished and then we can get you changed"

"Ok" he said, resounded to the fact that his plan was going to be far more difficult than he had envisaged. He just wanted to hit the stupid ***** every time she spoke to him like that but he took a deep breath and decided to do as he was told, and wait patiently for the girls to finish their breakfast.

Alison was watching intently at the table, delighted at how her stepson was behaving and that he had seemingly accepted her warning and had decided to do what she asked. The turnaround in such a short space of time was quite remarkable.

A few days ago he would have left the table without clearing his bowl and without any consideration for the rest of the family. Today, he had tidied his bowl, ready to be cleared by Alison, and was waiting patiently for his sisters to finish their food.

He sipped on some orange juice as he tried to avoid eye contact with the girls, longing for them to finish their breakfast so that he could leave the table and be released from the wet nappy which was starting to become more and more uncomfortable, as he rustled in the chair.

Just as Rosie was finishing her cereal, Mikey's youngest sister, Lucy, walked into the kitchen. With her hands on her hips, she paused next to him for a moment and then lowered her head under the table to look at the nappy he was wearing.

"You're such a baby, Mikey," she taunted, sticking her tongue out at him. "Wearing nappies at night like a little baby."

Lucy took great pleasure in humiliating Mikey, partly because he had relentlessly teased her when she had bedwetting issues.

Mikey felt his face flush with anger and embarrassment. He looked away, trying to ignore her teasing, but she again repeated her accusation, encouraged by her older sisters who were laughing.

“Aww what a big baby, you need a nappy change.” she laughed.

"Shut up, Lucy," he muttered, his voice shaking with anger. "It's not funny."

Despite Mikey's protests, Lucy persisted in her taunts, her voice becoming increasingly loud and obnoxious. Her sisters' laughter only fueled her behaviour, and she continued to act out with even greater fervour.

"Mikey wets his nappies" she sang, dancing around the kitchen, while her Mum did little to stop her. "Mikey wets his nappies, Mikey wets his nappies.”

Mikey felt like he was going to explode. He didn't want to be teased like this, especially by his own sister. He was trying to compose himself, trying to stop himself losing his temper but it was increasingly impossible…..

"Shut up, Lucy!" he yelled, his voice rising with anger. "I hate you!"

His stepmother intervened, her voice stern. "That's enough, both of you. And Mikey, don't talk to your sister like that otherwise you’ll be in trouble"

Mikey felt a surge of frustration and anger. It wasn’t fair that he was being told off. If Alison had stopped Lucy then he wouldn’t have shouted at her.

“But…” He wanted to fight his case and explain why it was unfair but he paused for a moment and reflected on his plan. For her to think he had really changed, he knew that he had to obey his stepmother's orders however hard it was for him. He couldn't let his anger get the best of him, especially not when it came to his family.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but he couldn't shake the feeling of humiliation and shame that came with his current situation.

After a few more minutes of waiting, Alison stood up and motioned for him to follow her. "Alright, Mikey. Time for us to change you out of that wet nappy as you’re really starting to stink. Let's go."

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jun 11, 2023 at 5:54 PM
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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 realised 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 behaviour 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 behaviour. 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…

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jun 17, 2023 at 2:50 PM
Content: Chapters 12 and 13 are now live on my Patreon, with Chapter 14 due to go live on Thursday.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jun 18, 2023 at 3:36 PM
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p.s. Chapter 13 is live on my Patreon with Chapter 14 going live mid-week.

Chapter 12

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, he heard a soft giggle coming from the living room. He turned to see his step-sisters, Katie and Lucy, sitting on the sofa and watching him with amusement.

"Aw, look at the little baby," Emily cooed, grinning wickedly.

Lily giggled. "Are you back in your big boy pants?" she teased.

“Girls, that’s enough for now.” Alison hushed her daughters.

Mikey felt his face flush with embarrassment as he hurried past them and out the front door.

He didn't want to deal with their teasing, especially since they were already enjoying his humiliation enough as it was.

"Why don't you go outside and play in the garden for a bit? It's a nice day out." Alison asked.

Mikey was taken aback by the suggestion. He hadn't been to play outside by himself in years. But he didn't want to argue or give his stepmother any reason to think that he was incapable of handling this small amount of freedom.

"Okay," he said, his voice still shaky from his earlier outburst. "I'll go outside for a bit."

As he stepped out onto the front porch, he felt a sudden sense of freedom. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and he could hear the distant sounds of children playing in the park down the street. It was as if the world had opened up to him again.

He spent the next hour playing in the backyard, kicking a football around and enjoying the feeling of the grass under his feet.

He was happy to be out of the house and away from his stepmother's watchful eye, but he also knew that he couldn't take this newfound freedom for granted.

He was determined to prove himself and show his stepmother that he was capable of being responsible and mature.

The peaceful atmosphere was shattered as Emily and Lucy burst out of the door and ran into the yard.

"Want to play a game with us?" Emily asked, her tone surprisingly friendly.

Mikey was hesitant at first, but he was concerned about upsetting the girls and them telling Alison so he knew that he had to try and play along with them.

Lucy grinned mischievously. "How about 'baby time'?" she suggested.

Mikey's heart sank at the idea. He knew exactly what that game entailed and that it involved him being bossed around and treated like a helpless toddler by his younger sisters, which would likely make him feel even more embarrassed and humiliated.

That was a red line, he wouldn’t do that. Not under any circumstances. Ever.

"Uh, I don't think that's a good idea," he said, trying to politely but firmly decline the offer.

He could see Lucy and Emily looking at each other, plotting their next move, and decided to intervene with an idea.

“Isn’t there something else we could play? What about a tea party or something?”, she enquired with no real idea what girls actually do in their spare time and surprised at what he had just suggested.

“Tea parties? How old do you think we are? Not all of us act like babies.” Lucy hit back sharply.

Mikey looked taken aback by Lucy’s response.

Katie quickly intervened: “That’s a bit harsh Lucy. It was a nice idea. Why don’t we play something else? What about a board game?

“That sounds great”, Mikey quickly provided his support, in an effort to divert attention away from Lucy’s ‘baby time’ idea?

The three of them began playing, and Mikey quickly found himself getting caught up in the game. They laughed and joked as they rolled the dice and moved their game pieces up and down the board. Mikey was surprised at how much fun he was having, and for a brief moment, he forgot about his troubles.

As the game went on, the competition grew more intense. They all wanted to win, and the tension was palpable. Mikey, being the oldest and most experienced, was winning, but Lucy and Katie were not going to let him have an easy win.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of play, Mikey managed to reach the top of the board and win the game. Lucy and Katie groaned in defeat, but they were all smiling and laughing. The three of them sat there for a moment, reliving the memories that they had just made.

It was a small moment, but it was also a powerful one. Mikey felt like he was part of something, like he had a place in the family. It was a feeling he had not felt for a long time. And for the first time in a long time, Mikey felt like he belonged.

As Alison glanced outside through the kitchen window, she saw Mikey, Katie, and Lucy having fun. A smile crept across her face as she realised that maybe, just maybe, Mikey could be part of her family.

A short while later, Alison called the children inside for lunch. They came in, laughing and joking, their faces flushed from the sun and their game.

Alison served them sandwiches and cold drinks, and they chatted about the game they had just played.

"So, what do you guys want to do now?" Alison asked.

"I want to watch a movie," Katie said suddenly, breaking the silence.

"Sounds like a good idea," Alison said, smiling. "What do you want to watch?"

"The Little Mermaid!" Emily exclaimed, bouncing in her seat.

Lucy groaned. "Not that again. We watch it every time we have movie day."

"Fine," Emily pouted. "What do you want to watch then?"

"How about Finding Nemo?" Katie suggested.

"Ooh, I love that one!" Emily said, clapping her hands.

“Mikey? What do you think? Would you like to watch Finding Nemo with your sisters?” Alison asked hesitantly, unsure what response she was about to get.

Mikey considered the question for a moment before responding, "Yeah, I guess that would be good." He wanted to show that he was making an effort.

If someone had told him just a week ago that he would be playing with them and watching Finding Nemo, he wouldn't have believed it.

But secretly, he was quite happy about it. He had always loved the movie, as it reminded him of his childhood, even if he would never admit that to his sisters and would rather pretend it was boring.

Alison turned on Netflix, and they all settled down to watch the movie. Mikey sat between Emily and Lucy, feeling a bit uncomfortable but also enjoying the feeling of being part of the family.

As the movie played, the children grew quiet, completely engrossed in the story. Mikey found himself caught up in the adventures of Nemo and his friends, forgetting about his worries for a little while.

When the movie ended, Alison stood up. "Okay, time for a snack. I should have probably got it for the actual movie but who wants some popcorn now?"

The girls cheered, and Alison set off to the kitchen to make some. Mikey got up and stretched, feeling a bit stiff from sitting for so long.

As he walked into the kitchen to get a drink, he saw Alison pouring some popcorn into a bowl. She looked up and smiled at him. "Did you like the movie, Mikey?"

"Yeah, it was good," he said, feeling a bit embarrassed to admit he liked a children’s film.

"I'm glad," Alison said. "I think it's important to take a break and have some fun sometimes. Don't you?"

As they walked back into the living room, the children fought over the bowl of popcorn and settled back on the sofa. Mikey leaned back against the cushions, feeling more relaxed than he had in a long time.

Maybe things weren't so bad after all.

Mikey’s thoughts were disturbed by the sound of the doorbell echoed through the house, jolting the peaceful silence that had settled within its walls.

"Mikey, the doorbell just rang. Can you go and see who it is?" Alison asked.

Mikey looked up, feeling a surge of anxiety. He didn't know who was at the door, but he had a feeling that it wasn't going to be good.

"Who is it?" he asked Alison, his voice trembling slightly.

His stepmother shrugged. "I don't know. But you better go and find out."

After hesitating for a moment, Mikey realised that he had no choice but to comply with his stepmother's request. With his heart pounding in his chest, he reluctantly rose from the sofa and slowly approached the front door.

He dreaded the possibility of encountering one of his friends and feared that his secret might be exposed.

As he peered through the peephole, he saw a man carrying multiple items and a van parked outside.

His heart sank as he had a sinking feeling about who the delivery was for. The mere thought of it made him want to run away and hide.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jun 19, 2023 at 7:36 PM
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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jun 20, 2023 at 8:53 AM
Content: You’ll have to wait and see what Alison has in store for Mikey but needless to say, she’s determined to take back control so his journey back to babyhood is only just starting

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jun 25, 2023 at 4:46 PM
Content: I would like to express my gratitude to all of you who are reading this story. If you are finding it enjoyable, please do not hesitate to share your thoughts with me and consider becoming a patron on my Patreon page, where you can access more than 300 posts. By subscribing, you will also be able to read new chapters of all of my stories at least one week before they are published, as well as gaining access to exclusive stories and posts.

As a writer, I invest a great deal of time and energy into my work, so your feedback and support on Patreon are invaluable to me, as they provide me with the motivation to keep writing. You can find my Patreon page at: www.patreon.com/BacktoBabyhood. Thank you

p.s. Chapter 14 is live on my Patreon with Chapter 15 going live mid-week.

Chapter 13

As Mikey stood frozen in front of the door, his gaze fixated on the delivery van parked outside. The bright blue and yellow logo of NappiCycle caught his eye, featuring a cartoon image of a smiling baby holding a nappy. The sight sent a wave of panic through him.

Alison's voice echoed from the living room, cutting through his thoughts. "Who is at the door, Mikey?" she called out, her tone filled with both curiosity and impatience.

Mikey's heart raced, knowing the contents of the delivery could potentially ruin his life and expose him to ridicule from his sisters and the entire neighbourhood.

He considered the possibility of refusing the delivery, hoping that it would buy him some time to convince Alison to abandon her plans and see the absurdity of the situation.

Reacting instinctively, he hastily opened the door, determined to get rid of the delivery person before it was too late. A young man with a friendly smile stood before him, holding various items, including a pack of Betterdry adult nappies.

"Hi there, I'm from NappiCycle. We've got a delivery for you," the young man said, his voice cheery.

Mikey's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he realised that the delivery person likely knew the package was meant for him.

Desperate to find a way out, he stammered, "Um, no, I think there's been a mistake. We didn't order anything from NappiCycle."

The delivery person frowned, consulting his clipboard. "Are you sure? It says right here that we're delivering to this address. The name I have is Michael. Do you know...?"

Mikey interrupted him before he could finish. "Sorry, that's not for us. You must have the wrong house. Thanks anyway," he blurted out, shutting the door abruptly.

Leaning against the door, Mikey's breath came in short, shallow gasps. His heart pounded in his chest, and perspiration formed on his forehead.

He realised that running away from his problems wouldn't solve anything, but accepting the delivery would seal his fate and make it even more challenging to break free from Alison's control.

The thought of being trapped in nappies and treated like an infant indefinitely turned his stomach.

As the weight of his decision settled in, Mikey's mind shifted to Alison's impending reaction when she discovered what he had done.

Would she be disappointed? Angry? Or would she view it as a sign of defiance and subject him to even harsher punishment?

Lost in his thoughts, Mikey returned to the living room, attempting to act as if nothing had happened. But deep down, he knew that the delivery was a stark reminder of the reality he was facing, and the matter was far from over.

"Mikey, didn't you hear me? Who was at the door?" Alison's voice pierced through the room, her tone conveying both frustration and suspicion.

Mikey attempted to sound composed as he replied, "It was a delivery, but they must have had the wrong address."

Alison fixed him with a sceptical gaze, sensing that he was hiding something.

Alison took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation that was about to happen. She approached Mikey, who was nervously fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

"Mikey, I'm going to ask you again, who was at the door?" Alison began, her voice gentle but firm.

Mikey's eyes darted around the room, avoiding Alison's piercing gaze. He knew he was in trouble and was going to struggle to keep up the charade any longer.

"I told you they had the wrong address. There's nothing more to it," Mikey replied, his voice wavering slightly.

Alison crossed her arms, her expression unwavering.

"Mikey, I find it hard to believe that a delivery person would just show up at our door with a package meant for someone at this house" she said pointedly. "You can't expect me to think it's a mere coincidence, especially given I am expecting a delivery."

At this point, he knew that Alison would find out what had happened but he was in too deep to admit what he had done now. He had to just hope that for some miraculous reason, she wouldn’t find out, however unlikely that seemed.

"You better not be lying to me Mikey. There will be serious consequences, if you are.”

Mikey shifted uncomfortably, realising that Alison wasn't going to let this go easily.

"I’m not. I’m being honest" he pleaded, with little conviction.

Alison's eyes narrowed, her voice firm.

“Honesty? You don’t know the meaning of it.” Alison replied sharply, before exiting the room.

She made her way to the front door and opened it, scanning the surroundings for any signs of the delivery person. The van had vanished, leaving no trace of its presence.

She returned inside, her suspicion only stronger.

It was clear that Mikey had lied about the delivery, as she had received a time slot, but before reacting, she wanted to contemplate her next move, and carefully consider how to handle the situation, so that she could use it to her advantage.

Walking back into the living room, she took a seat opposite Mikey, who was desperately trying to avoid eye contact with her.

"Mikey, I can tell when you're lying. This is your last chance to admit it.” she warned.

Mikey stuck to his guns, in the hope that Alison would finally let the subject drop.

"I... I swear, I’m not lying" he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

The room fell silent, tension hanging thick in the air, as if signalling that a pivotal moment was about to unfold. The anticipation was palpable, but no one knew what form it would take.

Suddenly, the distant sound of voices outside broke the stillness. Mikey strained to listen, his heart pounding in his chest, fearing that his deception was about to be exposed.

His worst fears were confirmed as he recognised the unmistakable voice of their neighbour, Clare, a gossipy elderly woman known for prying into the lives of others. She approached Alison, accompanied by the delivery person, engaging in a conversation that carried through the open door.

“I’ve definitely got this address on the order” confirmed the delivery driver.

"All of her children are grown up. I think there must be a mistake," Clare exclaimed, her Scottish accent echoing down the street.”

“The name I have on the order is M Johnson. Do you know him?”

“Michael does live there but it can’t be him. He's 17 so long out of nappies!” Clare replied in a state of confusion.

“Alison, this gentleman is trying to deliver some nappies. I have told him that there must be some kind of mistake”

Alison, standing at the doorway, responded with certainty. "No, that's correct. It's for this house."

Surprised by this revelation, Clare gasped audibly. "Well, I never... I thought all of your lot would be well out of nappies by now. Or do you have another one on the way?" she inquired, unable to contain her curiosity.

Alison's gaze remained steady as she replied, "Well, they are, but unfortunately, one of them is just going back into them again."

Clare's astonishment was evident, and her mind raced with speculations. Meanwhile, inside the living room, Mikey listened anxiously, dreading the consequences that awaited him when his name was inevitably called.

Alison's voice boomed across the room, filled with a mix of authority and disappointment. "Michael Edward Johnson, come here... now!"

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Chapter 14

Mikey sprang to his feet as his name was called, his obedience now a stark contrast to his previous defiance. Though he wanted to escape, he knew he was already in trouble and didn't want to worsen the situation.

Alison stood at the door, her arms crossed and a stern expression on her face. Next to her stood the delivery driver, holding a large box of nappies.

Clare, positioned behind them, glanced down at Mikey's crotch, trying to determine if he was wearing a nappy.

"Thank you for returning," Alison said to the delivery driver. "I apologize for the mix-up." She wrapped her arm around Mikey's shoulders. "Mikey is a bit self-conscious about still needing nappies at his age."

As they continued chatting, Mikey stood there, feeling humiliated.

His cheeks burned with embarrassment as they discussed him as if he were invisible. He wished he could vanish into thin air.

"Mikey, say hello to the delivery driver... again," Alison instructed, her tone condescending.

"Hello," Mikey nervously replied, his voice cracking.

"Hey Mikey," the delivery man cheerfully responded.

Alison, speaking to Mikey in a condescending manner as if he were a child, asked, "And what do you have to say for wasting the gentleman's time?"

Despite her composed exterior, Alison seethed with anger at his defiance.

She had to seize this opportunity to teach him a lesson, to show that actions have consequences, if she wanted to prevent Mikey from regressing further.

Mikey mumbled, "I'm sorry for wasting your time, Sir."

Alison leaned in closer and said, "I couldn't hear you. Speak up." She was aware that she was embarrassing him, but she disregarded his discomfort.

Clearing his throat, Mikey repeated, "I'm sorry for wasting your time, sir," speaking louder this time as instructed.

"No problem, kiddo. So it seems like these nappies are yours," the delivery man remarked, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

Mikey felt sick to his stomach. He couldn't believe what was happening to him.

To compound matters, Clare's grandchildren had gathered around her, with Katie and Lucy now observing intently from behind Mikey's back, reveling in the spectacle.

Clare lingered, her grandchildren at her side, eavesdropping on the conversation despite it not being their concern.

"Grandma, why does the big boy need nappies?" one of Clare's grandchildren, likely 2 or 3 years old, innocently asked.

"I don't know, dear. Now go inside," Clare shooed her grandchildren away.

Upon overhearing the question, Alison turned to Mikey, her expression stern.

"Mikey, we don't want to waste any more of the nice man's time. Do you want to say thank you for delivering your nappies and explain why you need them?"

Feeling utterly humiliated, Mikey looked down at the ground, his face burning, and quietly said, "Thank you for the delivery, sir."

"And why do you need them?" Alison probed.

"I've... I've... I've been having trouble staying dry," Mikey replied.

The delivery man struggled to maintain a straight face, but a chuckle escaped him as Clare tutted disapprovingly, shaking her head.

"Well, Mikey, nice to meet you, kid. You're a lot bigger than most of my customers, but I'm happy to be delivering your new nappies," he said.

As the delivery man began handing over the items to Mikey, who took them in his arms, he couldn't resist making another snide remark.

"My three-year-old has been a nightmare to potty train at night, but I hope he'll be dry long before you, or it's going to be expensive," he said, gesturing toward Mikey.

Mikey felt sickened. He couldn't believe he was being mocked in such a manner, especially in front of a complete stranger.

Unconcerned by the delivery driver's mockery, Alison stated, "We're trying to potty train him again," her voice firm. "But he wets the bed every night, regardless of what we do."

Mikey couldn't comprehend it. What was she talking about? Potty training?

"That's the invoice. £406, please. Let me go and get the rest," the delivery man said.

Mikey's eyes widened. There was more? £406?! How much had she ordered?

It was evident that she had no intention of allowing him to stop using nappies anytime soon, considering the significant sum she had spent on them. There was no chance she would let all those supplies go to waste.

Observing Mikey's surprise, Alison remarked, "Babies are expensive. These are just your nappies. I need to buy you many other things too! Fortunately, your dad left us enough money to get everything we need to keep you dry—or should I say, to keep your bed dry."

The delivery man laughed. "Well, it looks like you'll be changing nappies for a while, so I'm sure I'll be back soon," he said before turning to retrieve the remaining items from his van.

"Take those upstairs and then come back down here for the rest," Alison ordered as Mikey carried the first batch of items upstairs.

Upon his return downstairs, Mikey was struck by the sheer quantity of the order. She must have ordered hundreds of nappies!

He only needed them at night, so why had she ordered so many? At this rate, he'd be using them until he was 20!

The thought of still wearing nappies at that age made him shudder.

"Come on, and the rest," Alison gestured toward the pile of diapers on the floor. "You can daydream later."

Alison watched as Mikey carried the remaining boxes upstairs. Her decision to place such a substantial order held immense significance.

It was a deliberate message to Mikey, emphasising the permanence of his new state. She wanted him to understand that these nappies were not a passing phase but a permanent fixture in his life, solidifying her dominance and authority.

She smiled to herself, satisfied with the progress she had made. Months of effort were finally paying off. As she contemplated the weeks ahead, Alison envisioned a gradual but complete erosion of Mikey's independence.

Step by step, she aimed to diminish his self-reliance and establish a state of absolute dependence on her and her daughters. The nappies played a pivotal role in this strategy, symbolizing the enduring nature of his submissive state.

Boosted by the initial success of her plan, Alison's confidence soared. Mikey's quick change in demeanour, within such a short period, exceeded her expectations.

Given his history of challenging authority, she had anticipated more resistance to change. But after his initial protests, he seemed to be accepting her new rules and expectations.

However, Mikey's recent act of disobedience served as a reminder that there was still work to be done. She had always anticipated setbacks and acts of defiance along the way, but she viewed them as opportunities.

By capitalising on these rebellious moments, she could further expedite Mikey's regression and cement her control over him.

It provided her with the chance to punish his poor behaviour, just like you would with a child, and reinforce her argument that her course of action was justified.

"Mum, what are you going to do about Mikey?" Katie asked, bringing Alison back to reality.

"You'll have to wait and see, Darling, but one thing's for sure: your brother needs to realise that actions have consequences."

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Aug 26, 2023 at 12:20 AM
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Chapter 15

Alison called Mikey down from his room, her voice carrying a firm command.

His heart raced as he descended the stairs, anticipation mingling with trepidation. He reached the bottom, where Alison was waiting for him.

Alison stood tall, her arms crossed, her expression a mixture of disappointment and stern resolve. The weight of her gaze bore down on Mikey, intensifying the sinking feeling in his stomach.

Without saying a word, Alison motioned for Mikey to follow her into the kitchen. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension as they entered.

Alison leaned against the countertop, her eyes fixed on Mikey, awaiting his confession.

Mikey took a deep breath, summoning every ounce of courage he could muster. "I... I can explain," he stammered, his voice laced with nervousness.

Alison raised an eyebrow, her tone calm but firm. "Go on, then. Explain why you lied about the delivery. And don't you even try to deny it, Mikey."

Mikey swallowed hard, his throat dry. He knew he couldn't evade the truth any longer. "I... I... I was... scared," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Alison's expression softened slightly, a glimmer of understanding crossing her features. "Scared? Scared of what, Mikey?"

Mikey hesitated, his thoughts and emotions swirling in a tumultuous dance. With a deep breath, he summoned the courage to voice his deepest fear, baring his vulnerability in the hope that it might elicit some empathy from Alison.

"I...I thought that if I could just make the delivery disappear, maybe...maybe you would change your mind about making me wear the nappies," Mikey stammered, his voice tinged with desperation. "I'm scared that..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Alison interjected, her tone cutting through his words like a sharp blade. "Mikey, have you been wetting the bed?" she inquired, her voice both direct and probing.

Mikey's shoulders slumped, and he begrudgingly admitted, "Yes, but it's only temporary. I can stop, I'm sure of it."

The corners of Alison's lips turned downward, a mixture of disappointment and concern etched across her face.

She pressed on, determined to convey an unyielding reality. "Were you wet this morning?" she asked, her voice firm yet laced with a hint of compassion.

With a defeated sigh, Mikey reluctantly responded, "Well, yes... but I can stop. I can control it."

Alison's expression softened momentarily, her eyes reflecting a glimmer of sympathy.

However, her resolve remained unshaken as she delivered the sobering truth. "Mikey, I understand you want to stop, but unfortunately, you can't simply stop it. You need nappies. If you can't control it, you need something to manage it, and that means nappies."

Mikey's heart sank, the weight of reality settling heavily upon him. He had clung to the fragile notion that his bedwetting was a temporary setback, a hurdle he could overcome.

But Alison's words shattered that illusion, leaving him with little choice but to try and accept his newfound reliance on nappies.

With a firm yet commanding tone, Alison instructed Mikey to go upstairs to his room.

He hesitated for a moment, his apprehension still lingering, but he eventually complied, trudging up the stairs with a heavy heart. Each step seemed to echo the weight of his unease.

As Mikey entered his room, he was greeted by the overwhelming sight of countless boxes filled with nappies. The Betterdry packaging displayed a large nappy on the front of the pack, only serving to remind him of the nature of their contents.

The room seemed to shrink beneath the weight of the supplies, the walls closing in as if to emphasise his regression, while amplifying his anxiety.

Alison followed closely behind, her gaze fixed on Mikey's every movement.

She directed him to start opening the boxes and unloading the nappies, her voice now laced with a hint of authority. It was a task designed not only to organise the room but also to further solidify the idea of Mikey's dependence.

"Mikey, we need to create some space in here," Alison said, her tone firm but tinged with an underlying sense of purpose. "You need to start clearing some items out so we can make room for your nappies."

Mikey's brow furrowed as he surveyed the room, unsure of what he could remove. He glanced at his belongings, contemplating which possessions he could part with. The thought of letting go of cherished items struck a chord within him, a reminder that his autonomy was slipping away.

His frustration seeped into his voice as he turned to Alison, his tone laced with resentment. "Why did you order so many? It's your fault if there is not enough space," he protested, his words dripping with a mix of anger and exasperation. "Can't we store them somewhere else? They don't need to be in my room."

Alison's response was swift, her words holding a hint of finality. "No, Mikey," she replied, her voice steady and unwavering. "They need to be in your room. They are your nappies so they need to be in here. I'll give you a few days to sort it otherwise I'll decide what stays and goes"

Mikey clenched his fists, a surge of frustration coursing through his veins. It felt as if his protests were falling on deaf ears, as if he had no say in his own life. The fact that Alison answered his questions in such a frank and rational manner only served to make him feel even worse, as it was hard to argue with the logic of her responses.

And then, in a moment that seemed incongruous with the strict demeanour she had displayed thus far, Alison turned to Mikey with a soft, compassionate gaze. Her voice softened, her words imbued with a tenderness that momentarily caught him off guard.

"Mikey, do you know why I ordered the nappies online?" she asked softly.

He shook his head, confused at where she was going with this line of question.

"I ordered the nappies online to spare you the embarrassment of having to buy them in a store," she explained, her tone gentle and understanding.

It was a statement that held a hint of truth, a carefully woven thread of manipulation designed to elicit gratitude from Mikey. And, in that moment, his anger waned, replaced by a subtle sense of guilt.

He looked at Alison, his eyes welling with a mixture of remorse and gratitude. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to... I appreciate the thought behind it."

Alison nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. She had managed to twist the situation once again, redirecting Mikey's emotions to align with her own intentions.

In his gratitude, he had momentarily forgot the larger implications of his newfound dependence, focusing instead on the relief that he had been spared a potential source of embarrassment of having to buy the nappies in public.

The room was filled with the rustling sound of plastic, as Mikey resumed his task of unpacking the nappies. The Betterdry boxes began to diminish, their contents slowly finding their place within the room. And with each unpacked nappy, Mikey's acceptance of his new reality grew deeper, as did his reliance on Alison.

Mikey's mind whirled with confusion as he observed the sheer quantity of nappies that now occupied his room. His eyes swept across the neatly stacked boxes, calculating that there must have been at least 60 packs, each containing 15 nappies.

A quick mental arithmetic confirmed his suspicion — approximately 900 nappies. Nine hundred days of nappies. Nearly three years' worth. He shivered as he realised that he would be nearly 21 by the time he had used all of the nappies, if he wore them every night.

She had ordered far more than he could possibly need for his bedwetting issue alone. Why had she ordered so many?

He couldn't help but voice his question, as he remained oblivious to Alison's covert plan to gradually immerse him in a life of perpetual nappies.

"Why did you order so many nappies?" Mikey asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of disbelief. "I mean, there must be hundreds here. I don't think I'll need that many, even if I wear them every night for the next twelve months."

A flicker of satisfaction danced across Alison's face, her eyes gleaming with a hidden agenda.

She had anticipated Mikey's question and relished the opportunity to solidify her intentions.

With a calculated smile, she leaned in closer to him, her voice laced with a mix of assurance and determination.

"Mikey, I understand your concerns, but this is not a temporary solution," Alison replied, her tone purposeful and resolute. "This is a permanent thing, and you need to get used to it. Ordering in bulk is more cost-effective, and trust me, you'll be surprised at how quickly you go through them."

A surge of apprehension surged through Mikey's veins. The notion that this was a long-term arrangement, that he would be reliant on nappies for an extended period, rattled his core.

He had clung to the hope that his bedwetting would diminish with time, but Alison's words shattered that glimmer of optimism.

"But... if these are just for my bedwetting...... I don't understand," Mikey protested, his voice laced with uncertainty and a tinge of desperation. "I can't imagine needing this many nappies. It feels excessive. There's no way I'll use all of these."

Alison's smile widened subtly, masking her true intentions. She knew that Mikey's resistance stemmed from a limited perspective, one that failed to grasp the full extent of her plans.

She took a step closer, lowering her voice to a soft, persuasive whisper.

"Mikey, it's much cheaper to buy them in bulk," Alison explained, her tone gently coaxing. "Trust me, you'll be surprised at how quickly you find yourself going through them and you never know how things will develop"

Reluctantly, Mikey nodded, a mixture of resignation and trepidation clouding his expression. The reality was sinking in, his mind grappling with the understanding that his days of independence were slipping away, replaced by a new era of reliance on Alison's control.

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Chapter 16
Mikey couldn't help but feel a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach as he watched Alison methodically arrange the nappies on the shelf.

The sight of them, row upon row, was a stark reminder of his new predicament. Each pack seemed to mock him, their presence a constant reminder of his vulnerability and dependence.

His heart sank even further as he realised that his nappies would be in plain sight whenever someone entered his room. How could he ever invite a friend over again? The thought of his friends seeing his room sent a wave of humiliation crashing over him.

Alison, undeterred by his inner turmoil, continued with her task, carefully organising the remaining nappies.

Mikey's sisters, intrigued by the commotion, peeked into his room and burst into laughter at the sight of his new nappies. Their taunting voices echoed in his ears, amplifying his shame and embarrassment.

Distracted by the antics of his sisters, Katie and Lucy, Mikey's focus was drawn away. In the background, Alison seized the opportunity to unfold a nappy and discreetly place it on his bed, all the while keeping her movements shielded from his diverted attention.

Mikey's eyes widened in surprise as Alison's firm voice announced. "Mikey, we need to pick up some baby powder from the store. And you're coming with me."

“Do I have to?” Mikey asked. While he was reluctant to be seen buying baby powder, it was not a prospect that concerned him too much, as baby powder was used for a variety of purposes and therefore it was not an unusual purchase for an adult to make.

Alison responded to Mikey's question with a straightforward, no-nonsense tone. "And who do you think will be needing the baby powder?" she queried with a hint of sarcasm.

“Me.” Mikey reluctantly answered

“Well then, you better come. And one more thing…”

“What?” Mikey replied nervously, knowing that it was unlikely to be a good thing.

“As punishment for your behaviour earlier, I have decided that you’ll be wearing a nappy to the store. That will teach you to lie like a toddler.”

A shiver ran down Mikey's spine as the weight of her words settled upon him. The thought of venturing outside in a nappy, exposed and vulnerable, sent waves of embarrassment coursing through his veins.

Desperation coloured his voice as he pleaded with his mother, hoping for a glimmer of mercy. "Please, don't make me go out in a nappy.."

Alison's expression remained stoic, her resolve unyielding.

With an unwavering tone, she responded, "Mikey, this is not up for debate. You need to learn that your actions have consequences, and wearing a nappy in public is a part of your punishment for lying like a toddler. If you behave during the trip, that will be the end of your punishment."

Mikey's heart sank as he realised the futility of his protests. The walls of his world closed in, leaving him with a sense of powerlessness and resignation.

Fear mingled with defiance in his eyes as he implored, "Please, I can't go out like this. Anything but this…"

Alison's gaze bore into his, her tone resolute. "Mikey, you have no choice in the matter. This is the consequence of your actions, and you will face it like a big boy." Her words mocked him while the finality in her voice extinguished any flicker of hope that remained that he could win her round.

The old Michael would have told her to **** off and that there was no chance in hell that he would do it but the new Mikey was different. He had no fight left. He had been ground down and knew he wouldn’t win. It was easier to just accept his fate now.

As Mikey searched for words to express his distress, his sisters watched the unfolding drama from a distance, their curiosity piqued by the intense exchange between their brother and mother.

They exchanged glances, their eyes widening with a mixture of amusement and anticipation, eager to witness the spectacle that awaited.

Desperation etched across his face, Mikey turned his attention back to Alison and begged one final time. "Can't you reconsider? Please, I'll do anything else. Just don't make me wear a nappy to the store. Not in public. Pleassssssseeeeeeee"

Alison's expression softened, her voice laced with a false compassion. "Mikey, the decision has been made. You need to learn the consequences of your actions. This outing is an opportunity for you to understand the impact of your choices."

Alison's final words hung in the air, echoing with a cruel certainty. "There is no point arguing. You have no choice, Mikey. This is happening."

Of course this outing was not just about punishment. It was a calculated step of her hidden ploy to gradually introduce him to the idea of daytime nappies full-time, a reality that loomed ever closer with each passing day.

A sense of resignation settled over Mikey as he realised the futility of his pleas. Defeat washed over him, his shoulders slumping in acceptance of his impending fate and his rapidly distant dreams of a normal teenage life.

He reluctantly complied with his step-mother's demand and followed Alison to his bed. His eyes widened as he saw the nappy laid out ready for him.

Alison's hands moved with practised ease as she expertly pinned the nappy around Mikey's waist, the sound of the tapes securing it sending an unsettling shiver down his spine.

It had become an all-too-familiar routine, a ritual that stripped him of his independence and reduced him to a vulnerable state. The padlock securing his plastic pants only confirmed the control his step-mom now held over him.

With the nappy snugly in place, Alison's attention turned to selecting Mikey's outfit for the outing.
A sinister smile played upon her lips as she rummaged through his wardrobe, her eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction.

“What are you doing?” Mikey asked, still lying on the bed in just a nappy.

“I’m finding you some clothes. And don’t even think about arguing with me about what I choose. I decide. If you lie like a toddler then you lose the right to act like a big boy.” she said with a sense of determination that left no room for doubt.

She deliberately chose a pair of shorts, taking advantage of the sweltering heat, knowing that the abbreviated garment would leave little room for concealment.

And to further his helplessness, she opted for a tight t-shirt that rode up with the slightest movement, exposing the nappy that now encased him.

As Mikey reluctantly pulled on the shorts, he couldn't help but notice how they clung to his body, accentuating the bulge between his legs.

He tugged at the fabric, attempting in vain to conceal the unmistakable outline of the nappy beneath.

His efforts were futile, for no matter how hard he tried, the evidence of his infantile attire would be impossible to miss.

Alison's voice pierced through the air, her tone laced with a calculated cruelty. "There we go, Mikey. Now everyone will see what a big boy you truly are."

Mikey's face flushed with embarrassment, his cheeks burning hot with humiliation. He had been a teenager on the cusp of independence, but now he resembled nothing more than an overgrown toddler, paraded before the world in this babyish outfit.

As he made his way towards the door, the weight of his nappy and the shame it carried seemed to bear down upon him, making each step a struggle.

His sisters, Katie and Lucy, stood nearby, their eyes widening with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. Their laughter echoed in the room as they caught sight of Mikey's transformed appearance.

"Look at Mikey!" Katie exclaimed between giggles. "He's dressed like a big baby!"

"Are you really going out in public like that?" one of his sisters jeered, unable to contain her amusement.

Alison's response was swift and uncompromising.

"Yes, he is," she stated, her voice laced with determination. "He needs to learn the consequences of his actions."

Lucy joined in, unable to contain her mirth. "Yeah, a big baby going to the store!"

"Can we come too?" they chimed in unison, eager to witness Mikey's embarrassment firsthand.

Alison nodded, allowing a mischievous grin to play on her lips. "Of course, my darlings. It's going to be quite the family outing."

Mikey's head hung low, his shoulders slumped under the weight of their mockery. He felt the gaze of his sisters and the weight of his mother's expectations, their eyes like judgmental spotlights highlighting his vulnerability.

With a heavy sigh, Mikey took a deep breath, summoning whatever fragments of courage remained within him. He pushed open the door, stepping out into the world that awaited him, looking like an overgrown toddler caught in a merciless game of humiliation and control.

Alison surveyed her handiwork, a hint of satisfaction playing at the corners of her lips. She had orchestrated this elaborate charade, carefully crafting each step to further her hidden agenda.
It was only the beginning, the first step in her plan to reintroduce Mikey to daytime nappies.

Emerging from the house, her eyes tracked her stepson's toddler-like shuffle towards the car.

She wore a satisfied smile, her mind humming with anticipation and brimming with the thought that this was merely the beginning of what was to come…

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Sep 23, 2023 at 10:01 AM
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Chapter 17
As he walked towards the car, each of Mikey's heartbeats resonated in his chest like a drumbeat of mounting anxiety.

Hidden under his clothes, the nappy’s bulk was impossible to ignore. Its substantial presence felt like an intrusive companion, asserting itself against his skin with every move he made.

For years, he'd cultivated an image of relaxed confidence arrogance, effortlessly navigating social landscapes as if he were invincible.

But now, that self-assured persona felt like it was crumbling, replaced by a version of himself he hardly recognized.

Each step felt laborious, as though he were wading through a quicksand of dread and self-doubt. The world outside, once a stage for his bravado, now seemed a daunting expanse of potential embarrassment and shame.

When he finally reached the car, a brief glimmer of relief washed over Mikey. He had navigated the first hurdle without being seen by anyone.

But his moment of satisfaction vanished as quickly as it came. Alison steered him to sit in the backseat, flanked by Katie and Lucy.

Automatically, his hand moved toward the seatbelt, but Alison interrupted.

"Wait, let your sisters buckle you in."

The remark hit him like a ton of bricks. Not only was he in a nappy, but now he was also being denied the basic autonomy of securing his own seatbelt.

Stripped even of this small adult prerogative, Mikey felt the scope of his autonomy shrinking by the second.

Sitting in his seat, Mikey felt a growing sense of impatience as he waited for the click of the seatbelt that never seemed to come.

Across from him, Lucy and Katie locked eyes and smirked. The pause was intentional, a detail Alison had coordinated with them.

By drawing out this simple act, they subtly underscored their own control over the situation, reminding him that things would proceed when they chose, not when he wished.

After what seemed like an eternity for Mikey, his youngest step-sister, Lucy, leaned across him to reach for the seatbelt.

With deliberate and slow movements, she clicked the belt into its latch, pulling it snug against him. She then humiliated him further by speaking to him like a little boy.

"There we go, Mikey's all safe and ready to go."

"Wait just a minute," Rosie said, swiveling around from the front passenger seat, her timing impeccably synchronized with the moment Mikey was strapped in.

"You'll need this, too," she announced, pulling a pacifier complete with a strap and clip from her purse. Mikey felt his heart sink.

He had begrudgingly accepted the humiliation of the nappy, comforting himself with the thought that it was relatively hidden. But a pacifier?

That was a whole new level of public embarrassment that would only serve to draw even more attention to him and the nappy’s bulky outline.

This was his line in the sand; he couldn't allow it to go any further.

But before he could even articulate his refusal, Rosie had already lodged the pacifier between his lips. Pinned between Katie and Lucy, their seatbelts securely fastened, he felt like a cornered animal.

In a knee-jerk reaction, he spat out the pacifier, his vocal protest following in a flurry of pent-up words. However, Alison silenced him almost instantly.

"Keep that in your mouth until you're told otherwise," she warned, her voice laced with an authority that brooked no argument.

Simultaneously, he heard the click of the car doors locking. A visceral sense of confinement washed over him. There would be no escape.

"If you behave, you won't have to use it in public. But if you make a scene, you'll keep it in for the entire shopping trip," Alison added, leaving Mikey grappling with the grim possibilities.

"Pick it up, it's on the floor then put it back in your mouth like a good boy," Alison instructed.

Reluctance weighed down his every movement as he leaned over to retrieve the fallen pacifier.

Holding it in his hand for a brief, rebellious moment, he finally capitulated, placing it back between his lips and beginning to suck.

The rubbery texture and infantile purpose made him cringe inwardly, but his step-sisters, Katie and Lucy, looked on in amused delight.

As if to seal his subjugation, Rosie reached around, took the strap attached to the pacifier, and clipped it to his shirt. "There we go. Now you won't lose your dum dums," she said, her voice dripping with patronizing sweetness.

Stuck there, between his giggling step-sisters with a pacifier strapped to his top, Mikey felt as if his previous life—a life of adult autonomy and casual coolness—was slipping further away with each passing second. The pacifier, though merely a small object, felt like a colossal emblem of his loss of control.

As the car smoothly merged into the flow of traffic, Mikey's stomach twisted with an increasing sense of dread. Each stoplight and passerby seemed like a potential spectator to his humiliation. Hunching in his seat, he tried to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.

What would happen if someone he knew were to spot him? How could he ever explain this away? The air inside the car seemed to thicken with tension, a palpable contrast to the steady whirl of the wheels on the asphalt below.

As they drove, the sun beat down relentlessly through the car windows, turning the enclosed space into a simmering furnace. Mikey felt the heat seep into his clothes, heightening the already uncomfortable sensation of the nappy he wore.

It clung to him, growing progressively warmer and more stifling with each passing minute under the sun's unyielding gaze.

Suddenly, he understood why parents might let their toddlers run around in just a nappy on hot days—wearing one in these conditions felt like an exercise in slow torture.

As the car turned into the supermarket parking lot, Mikey's eyes darted around, half-expecting to see a familiar face that would send his already fragile self-image into complete disarray. The notion of walking around in public while nappied had him teetering on the edge of full-blown panic.

"Can we park here?" Lucy asked inquisitively.

"Absolutely," Alison responded, steering the car toward a spot marked with the image of a baby in a stroller. "The sign might show a baby in a stroller, but Mikey's wearing nappies like a baby. So I think we're ok to use this spot."

Mikey tried to ignore the desperate attempt to humiliate him further.

The car slid smoothly into the designated space, and for a moment, Mikey felt like the earth had stopped rotating. Rosie then chimed in, " Maybe we could put Mikey in a stroller? Then no-one can argue!"

Mikey felt his heart sink to his stomach at the mere suggestion. An anxious gaze darted towards Alison, filled with trepidation for her reply.

But Alison dismissed the idea with a shake of her head, "I don't think we need to do that, do we Mikey? I imagine you wouldn't want the world to see you in a stroller as if you're an infant. Keep your behavior in check, act like the adult you're supposed to be, and there's no reason to put you in such an embarrassing situation."

Her words conveyed an illusion of fairness, though she fully intended a future scenario where Mikey might very well find himself confined to a stroller.

Mikey replied with a simple smile and "Thanks."

"Of course Mikey. But let me be clear - if you act up like a baby or try to escape," she paused, fixing her eyes on Mikey, "then you might just find yourself strapped in a pushchair, as your sister has suggested, or perhaps on a set of reins so we don't lose you."

Mikey shuddered at the prospect, remaining silent while Alison continued reinforcing the point.

"Do we understand each other?" Alison asked pointedly, completing her threat with an almost sweet smile.

Mikey swallowed hard, his mouth dry as sandpaper. "No, I promise I'll behave," he stammered. His words nearly jumbled together as he struggled to articulate them with the pacifier still wedged in his mouth.

The terror at the very notion had his heart racing anew, but the growing reality was that, as bizarre as this situation was, such an outcome was beginning to feel not just possible, but perilously likely.

As the engine turned off and the car settled into its spot, Mikey felt as though he were being thrust onto a stage he had never wanted to be on. Yet, he knew there was no turning back now.

With each passing second, the boundaries of his comfort zone seemed to be shrinking, drawing tighter around him like a noose. He went to remove his belt but was quickly reminded about his place.

"Stay in your seat, Mikey. You wait until you're unstrapped," Alison instructed.

One by one, his sisters unbuckled themselves, exiting the car and leaving him alone in the backseat. It was another calculated pause, one that reverberated with the imbalance of control between them. After what felt like an eternity, Alison opened the rear door and leaned over him.

With deft movements, she removed the pacifier from his mouth, unsnapped his seatbelt, and stood upright. Taking the clip that had been attached to the pacifier and strapped to his front, she moved it to the back of his t-shirt, out of sight but still very much in his awareness.

"For now, I won't make you keep this in," she said, her eyes meeting his. "But if you misbehave, it'll be back in your mouth before you utter a single word."

The weight of the pacifier, even if tucked behind him, felt like an albatross around his neck. It served as a constant reminder of his precarious situation, a looming threat should he dare to act out.

As he stepped out of the car, his legs felt shaky, his nerves frayed. The pacifier pinned to his clothes was more than a physical object; it was a deterrent, a symbol of the control he had surrendered, and a silent warning that kept him on a short leash.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Oct 29, 2023 at 8:00 PM
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Chapter 18
Shouldering into the supermarket, the sliding doors parting before them, Mikey felt a surreal disconnect between the normality of the grocery setting and the unease he carried with him.

The glaring lights and the chatter of shoppers were an abrasive reminder of just how public this place was. His sisters, Katie, Lucy, and Rosie, kept an eye on him, a pack of vigilant overseers, ensuring his compliance every step of the way.

The heels of Rosie and Alison clicked rhythmically on the tiled floor, as if marching to some ominous beat that only Mikey could hear. With each waddling step he took, he was keenly aware of the bulk between his legs, an unnatural addition that caused him both physical and emotional discomfort.

After collecting a few everyday items, Alison directed the girls and Mikey towards the baby aisle.

As they navigated into the baby aisle, Mikey felt a heightened sense of vulnerability. Shelves stocked with nappies, baby wipes, and baby food towered on either side of him, each item a glaring reminder of his current predicament. His mom, Alison, seemed to enjoy perusing through the items, as if this were just another ordinary shopping trip.

Then Rosie turned to him with a calculated smile on her face. Mikey knew whatever was coming next wouldn't be good news.

"Mikey, sweetheart, let's make sure you're still clean and dry, shall we?" Rosie said, her voice unmodulated, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

But of course, it wasn't—at least not for a 17-year-old like Mikey, being asked in a public setting about the current state of his nappy.

Feeling his cheeks flush with humiliation, Mikey cast his eyes downward. He looked at her with fear in his eyes as he begged his mercy.

"Please not here." He quietly whispered to her, not wanting to make a big scene.

"Mikey, what did Mum tell you? If you want to make a big fuss and cry then perhaps you need your dummy in to calm you down?", she said in a patronising tone, as if she was speaking with a toddler.

Before he could protest further, Rosie had already reached over and tugged at the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down just enough to expose the top of his nappy.

Mikey bit the inside of his cheek, feeling utterly stripped of his dignity. What had started as an odd, humiliating scenario had escalated into a full-blown spectacle of his subjugation.

She performed a quick, visual check and then, without any regard for the onlookers, put her hand at the back of the nappy for a more thorough inspection. "Looks like you're still dry for now, Mikey," she declared, finally pulling his shorts back up.

"Well done! Hopefully you won't need a change until we get home. I'm not sure you'd fit on the changing table here anyway," Rosie announced loudly, making sure her words resonated well beyond their immediate vicinity.

Alison, the puppeteer of this intricate dance of humiliation, feigned ignorance of the unfolding scene.

With an affectation of casual interest, she scrutinized the labels on various jars of baby powder, her actions a tacit go-ahead for her daughters to continue their treatment of her step-son.

Mikey felt like crawling into one of the empty shelves and disappearing. Now, not only did the entire aisle know about his nappy, but they also knew it was still 'clean and dry'', which implied that he commonly wet his nappy like a baby. The layers of his humiliation seemed to be stacking up by the minute, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

Mikey's mind raced, desperately seeking an escape from this nightmare. He was acutely aware that any act of rebellion on his part would likely result in even graver consequences. Yet, if he remained silent, they would persist in treating him this way.

Trapped in this lose-lose scenario, and without money, a car, or a place to live, Mikey could not think of any viable way to escape his current predicament, rendering him powerless and voiceless.

His sisters looked at him closely, amusement flickering in their eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the power dynamics at play.

Mikey's tried to glance away from the smirks of his sisters, but ended up inadvertently locking eyes with a young mother nearby.

She was browsing toys with her own children, a picture of everyday normalcy. Her eyes traveled from Mikey's face to his sisters, a mingling of curiosity and judgment colouring her features.

She seemed to pause, as if sizing up the abnormal swell under Mikey's shorts. His heart plummeted, crushed under the weight of her scrutinizing gaze.

His mind buzzed with the silent questions he imagined filling her head. What kind of young man wears a diaper? Why does he look so infantile? The urge to vanish surged within him, yet there he stood, an unwilling actor in this demeaning tableau.

Disconcerted, the young mother steered her children away, her gaze lingering a final accusatory moment on Mikey before turning a corner.

The bottom seemed to fall out of Mikey's already low spirits; he felt laid bare, fragile, a plaything in the cruel game orchestrated by his family.

Unfortunately for Mikey, his humiliation was not over just yet.

Katie and Lucy exchanged glances, their eyes glimmering with a wicked spark.

With a sly grin, Katie picked up a jar of baby food and waved it teasingly in front of Mikey. "Hey, Mom, maybe we should get some of this for Mikey, just in case he misbehaves again," she suggested, barely containing her laughter.

Lucy chimed in, her voice laced with mischief. "Yeah, it could be his special treat, if he's naughty. Baby food for the baby of the family."

Mikey's heart sank as he pleaded silently with his mother, hoping she would dismiss their latest attempt to humiliate him. But to his horror, Alison seemed to embrace the idea, her smile widening.

"You know what, girls? That's a brilliant idea," Alison said, her voice filled with faux enthusiasm. "Let's grab a few jars of baby food for Mikey." She then looked at the poor boy who was looking down the ground, "It'll be a good reminder for you not to behave like a baby, won't it Mikey?"

Mikey didn't respond, choosing to try and pretend this wasn't happening to him.

"Won't it Mikey?" Alison repeated her question, this time clearly reiterating that she expected agreement from her step son.

Wanting to avoid making a scene and ending up with the dummy in his mouth, Mikey reluctantly replied with a simple "Yes."

"What's your favourite flavour Mikey? How about apple, carrots and parsnips? Or pears, broccoli and apple? Or maybe even beef stew?" Katie asked, knowing full well that her step brother wanted none of these options.

Resigned to his fate, Mikey just replied "Any of them sound fine."

He couldn't believe that he was stood in public, in a busy supermarket wearing a nappy, with a dummy around tied to his sheet, responding that he was happy with the baby food choices being suggested by his sister. What had happened to him?

The reality of his regression and the loss of his independence loomed before him, a dark cloud that threatened to engulf his very identity. He had lost any fight. He was coming to accept that there was no point arguing with these crazy women.

The girls picked up several jars of baby food and placed them into the basket, as they headed towards the checkout. With a mix of trepidation and relief that his nightmare was nearly over, Mikey followed closely behind Alison but became distracted by something in the distance.

Realizing Mikey had come to a standstill, Alison and his sisters turned back to find him frozen like a deer in headlights. "Mikey, we can't afford to lose you,"

Alison admonished, a tinge of irritation coloring her words.

She gestured to Lucy, as if giving an unspoken command. Obediently, Lucy reached out and grasped Mikey's hand, a seemingly innocent act that only amplified his degradation.

Tightly holding onto his hand, Lucy guided him toward the cashier. As they approached, the woman behind the register eyed Mikey with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. Her gaze briefly dropped to his midsection, as if piecing together that the baby items in the cart might actually be for him.

Lucy seemed to sense the cashier's silent speculation and, with devilish timing, exclaimed, "Just wait here, Mikey, while Mum pays for all your bits and bobs."

Mikey felt like a balloon deflating, his self-respect vanishing into thin air. He wondered how this situation could get any worse but the increasing pressure in his bladder indicated it could....

And then just when he thought he had plunged to the lowest point of his shame, he turned his head slightly.

A familiar voice, tinged with the casualness of everyday conversation, echoed in his ears. "Hello," they said, making Mikey's heart skip a beat.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Dec 10, 2023 at 5:19 PM
Content: Chapter 19

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"Clare! Fancy seeing you here," Alison greeted with a bright smile, noticing her neighbour's curious eyes darting towards the assortment of items she was in the process of purchasing.

Clare raised an eyebrow, her gaze lingering on the unmistakably babyish items. "My, my, Alison. Are all these for Mikey? It seems you've got everything one might need for a little toddler here," her tone was playful yet dripping with insinuation.

Alison chuckled, casting a faux forlorn look at the growing pile. "You know, I'd forgotten just how expensive having a 'baby' in the house is. But here we are," she replied, allowing Clare's implication to hang in the air.

Ethan and Isabelle, two of Clare's grandchildren, dashed around, their giggles filling the air. Ethan was particularly energetic, playing an improvised game of tag with his sister.

Mikey, already self-conscious about his situation, tried to shrink back, hoping to avoid any further humiliation. But as fate would have it, in one of Ethan's enthusiastic runs, he collided directly into Mikey's backside.

The impact surprised Ethan, causing him to pause and reassess the situation. He reached out, his youthful fingers pressing against Mikey's bottom, the unusual padding catching his attention.

With wide-eyed innocence, he asked, "Why's the big boy wearing a nappy?"

Mikey felt his face heat up, the weight of Ethan's query making him wish the ground would swallow him up. Before he could even think of how to respond, Alison intervened with an air of practiced calm. "Mikey's had some trouble keeping dry, just like little boys sometimes do."

"I'm a big boy, and big boys don't wear nappies. Only babies do." Ethan declared, with the confident certainty that only a three-year-old possesses.

The girls burst into giggles, while Mikey struggled to keep his composure, humiliated by the toddler's innocent observation.

Ethan looked contemplative, his little brow scrunching up in thought. "Will I have wear nappies like him?" he questioned with a tone of worry in his voice.

Clare chuckled, a warm, melodic sound. She ruffled Ethan's hair affectionately, "Oh, sweetie, you're a big boy! You've been such a champ with your potty training! Remember, you've been dry day and night for so long now so I don't think you'll be needing nappies again. Big boys like you don't need them"

Ethan beamed, puffing out his chest. "Yep! No nappies for me! I'm a big boy!"

Alison offered a resigned sigh, her voice tinged with a hint of envy. "I bet Grandma is very proud of you. Mikey... well, we're still waiting for those dry nights. His nappy is soaked every morning"

Mikey hated Alison's blatant disregard for his privacy, discussing his personal matters so openly. Did she truly harbor such disdain for him?

Clare first gave Ethan a warm smile, then approached Mikey, placing a hand on his shoulder, her tone dripping with condescension.

"We're very proud Ethan, he's a very big boy," she cooed. "And Mikey, don't worry, I am sure you'll be out of nappies very soon!"

Lucy and Rosie exchanged a glance, mischief dancing in their eyes, knowing that there was no chance of their step brother getting of nappies anytime soon.

Clare relished the chance to both probe into Mikey's predicament and embarrass him further. Never one to resist stirring the pot with some playful teasing, she asked, "So is little Mikey in nappies all the time now?"

Alison hesitated, her gaze flitting to Mikey's downcast eyes before answering. "Not full-time... just when we think he might... need them. He's normally dry in the day but there's a special reason why he's wearing them for this trip. Do you want to explain why you're wearing them today Mikey?"

Mikey's cheeks burned, a mix of mortification and fury. He defensively folded his arms, not wanting to engage with Alison and Clare's belittling tone.

But Alison's stern voice cut through, demanding his attention. "Mikey, you have been asked a question. If you don't want to speak like a big boy and be rude then perhaps we should put your dum dums in."

Yielding to Alison's intimidating tone and keen to sidestep the embarrassment of using a dummy in public, Mikey hastily apologised, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been rude."

Clearly enjoying the opportunity to humiliate the young boy, Clare tilted her head, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. "Don't worry, I'm quite used to tantrums! Now, tell me, little Mikey, what have you done to end up back in daytime nappies?"

Swallowing his pride, Mikey replied with thinly veiled frustration, "I didn't tell the truth so I have to wear them as a punishment."

Alison gave an affirming nod. "That's right Mikey. And what do you need in the future to avoid being in this situation again?"

Mikey, his eyes flashing with a mix of irritation and resignation, knew that arguing wouldn't help him now. With a reluctant sigh, he begrudgingly answered, "I need to act like a big boy and tell the truth."

Patting Mikey's cheek, Clare responded, "That's what I like to hear. You need to respect your lovely sisters and mother. You're very lucky to have them."

Mikey bite his tongue as Clare turned her approval to Alison.. "Alison, I really admire what you're doing with Mikey. It's so crucial to keep young boys in line. They need to understand their place and treat people, especially women, with respect. Well done!"

By now, Mikey was hyper-aware of the growing pressure in his bladder. The urge, fierce and insistent, had come out of nowhere. He shufflingly adjusted his stance, trying to alleviate the discomfort.

Noticing Mikey's discomfort, Alison inquired, "Mikey, is something the matter?"

For a brief moment, he debated whether to reveal his predicament but he knew he had no choice. Taking a deep breath, he hesitantly confessed, "I really need to use the bathroom."

"You'll have to hold on until we get home," Alison said decisively. "I can't be taking off your nappy constantly just because you can't control your bladder. If you want to be treated like a big boy then you need to act like one."

Mikey knew that it was a ridiculous argument. He wanted to fight back and protest but he knew that it was a pointless battle . He couldn't see a way out and at that moment, all he could think of was avoiding the overwhelming urge to pee.

The intensifying pressure in his bladder was something Mikey hadn't felt before. A surge of anxiety hit him, recognizing his desperate predicament and the looming prospect of having to resort to using his nappy, just as a baby would.

He remained blissfully unaware of the intricate web Alison had been weaving around him. She had meticulously orchestrated a sequence of situations to place him in progressively compromising positions, heightening the chances of him having an 'accident.'

Every time Mikey wet the nappy, it would reinforce her argument for keeping him in them indefinitely.

To ensure the success of her plan, she had been covertly adding diuretics to Mikey's drinks. This not only intensified his frequency of bathroom visits but also the urgency. As a masterstroke in her scheme, Alison had also timed everything such that Mikey was changed into his nappy for the supermarket visit before he could even think of using the toilet.

Mikey shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, his face scrunched up in evident distress. His hands instinctively went to his lower abdomen, pressing lightly as if to ward off the growing urgency.

His eyes darted around frantically, searching for a sign or indication of a nearby bathroom. Every so often, he'd cross his legs, squeezing them tightly together in a futile attempt to control the building pressure. Small beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, and his breathing became more shallow and rapid. He tried to distract himself, occasionally hopping in place or squeezing the sides of his legs, but the unmistakable dance of desperation was evident to anyone who chanced upon him.

Alison reveled in Mikey's discomfort. She had anticipated a moment like this, though she hadn't imagined it would come about so soon in her plan. His disobedience, coupled with the unexpected ease of executing the initial phase of her scheme, had given her the licence to expedite the long term goal of returning him back to nappies full time.

Instead of rushing home, she purposely lingered in conversation with Clare, hoping to heighten the likelihood of Mikey wetting his nappy. With the amount of diuretics inside him, she knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. It was just a matter of time.

As Mikey's unease reached fever pitch, he hesitantly broke into the conversation between Clare and Alison,

"Can we please leave? I really need to use the toilet."

Without sparing him a glance, Alison replied coldly, "Don't be so rude, Mikey. Can't you see that I'm in a conversation? Behave like a big boy. If you can't hold it like a big boy then you'll have use your nappy like a baby and I'll deal with you when we get home."

Purposefully ignoring her stepson's urgency to return home, she carried on conversing with Clare, who eagerly listened to every detail of Michael's escapades.

Mikey's eyes widened in sudden alarm, a look of sheer disbelief crossing his face. Despite his best efforts, he felt a warm rush as he involuntarily began to pee into the nappy.

The sensation was foreign and deeply embarrassing; he was a big boy, and yet here he was, wetting a nappy as a baby would.

As the wetness spread, his body tensed, and his cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. It was unmistakable from his posture and expression what was transpiring.

The girls witnessing this spectacle, exchanged a mix of shocked and amused glances. Giggles and laughter rippled out into the air as they realised what had just happened and what this meant for their plan.

Rosie was the first to pinpoint his predicament. With a teasing smile, she declared, "Looks like someone isn't a big boy after all. Have you had an accident?!"

Then, without warning, she began to lower his bottoms, revealing the damp nappy for everyone to see. Mikey's desperate effort to intervene was brushed aside as she swatted his hands away and pressed the front of the nappy, feigning a check for its wetness like she was checking a toddler.

Mikey's cheeks flushed a deep red as the sensation of warmth grew, and a pronounced wet patch formed on the front of his nappy.

Ethan scampered over to see what was happening. Upon spotting the sodden nappy, his eyes lit up with childish glee. "The baby wet himself! Baby! Baby! Baby!" he chanted with delight.

To Mikey's horror, Isabelle soon joined in with her younger brother, echoing the same chant.

Dumbfounded, Mikey faced the reality that he, who had been a bully just a short while ago, was now being humiliated in public, by a toddler.

Time seemed to stand still as onlookers paused their shopping to stare, their attention drawn by the shouting of Clare's grandchildren, and the sight of a boy of Mikey's age standing in a wet nappy.

Throughout this spectacle, both Clare and Alison remained passive, neither intervening nor commenting. They simply watched, allowing the events to play out on their own. The raucous only ceased when Rosie stepped in to pull up Mikey's bottoms, concealing the nappy and silencing the uproarious chants of Ethan and Isabelle.

By now, tears streamed down Mikey's face. Katie's words, spoken in a tone one might use with a toddler, did little to console him. "There, there, Mikey," she cooed. "We'll get you home into a nice, dry nappy in no time at all."

Clare, chimed in. "He can't stay in that condition. He might develop a rash….”

Before Clare could continue, she was interrupted by Ethan who was tugging at her shirt, “Grandma, I need to use the toilet like a big boy.”

"Good job, Ethan! Such a big boy you are. Let's take you to the toilet, okay?" she said, glancing pointedly at Mikey, emphasizing the contrast between them.

Clare hesitated for a moment before addressing Alison, "While I am there with Ethan, should I change Mikey too? If you have a clean nappy, I can take him into the changing room."

Mikey's eyes widened in disbelief, as he looked at Alison, his expression begging her to refuse.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Dec 17, 2023 at 12:45 PM
Content: Chapter 20

If you enjoy my writing then please consider subscribing to my Patreon (www.patreon.com/backtobabyhood) where Chapter 21 is live and 22 is due to be released shortly. Subscribers get access to early release all of my stories including If You Act Like A Baby, The French Exchange and Step-Brother to Step-Baby, plus other exclusive stories and content. Any support is much appreciated

Alison momentarily hesitated, seemingly taken aback by the sudden turn of events. This wasn't a scenario she had anticipated.

Yet, she quickly recognised it as an opportunity to further cement Mikey's new role. Babies didn’t mind who changes them so why should Mikey have a say?

With a nod that subtly conveyed a hint of hesitation, Alison turned to address her nosey neighbour, who seemed to take a certain delight in Mikey’s predicament and the control she was exerting over him, "That would be incredibly helpful, Clare. Would you mind? Let me get his changing bag."

Mikey's eyes widened, his pupils dilating with sheer terror. "Please, this is too far. I don’t need Clare to change me, I can do it myself," he begged, his voice trembling with the weight of his dread.

"Mikey, honey, do you really think I can trust you to change your own nappy like a big boy after you told fibs earlier? Big boys who tell fibs can't be trusted with big boy tasks. Besides, how many babies in nappies do you know that change their own nappy?"

Alison's voice dripped with condescension, making Mikey squirm with discomfort.

"I'm not a baby, though. It's you who's making me wear nappies and treating me like one!" Mikey retorted, his tone carrying a whine that sounded uncomfortably close to a tantrum.

"Mikey, dear, who's the one waking up in a wet nappy each night? And now, you can't even keep your pants dry for a few hours. That's a bit babyish, don't you think?" Alison replied, her voice layered with a mix of firmness and mock sympathy. "Girls, what do you say?"

Clare and the girls nodded in agreement, leaving Mikey feeling helplessly outnumbered.

Desperate to avoid being changed by Clare, especially in front of her grandchildren, Mikey attempted another plea. "But can't we wait until we're home?" he asked, his voice quivering with hope and desperation.

"Now, Mikey, sweetie, of course we can’t wait," Alison responded, patronizingly. "You don't want a nasty rash, do we? And Clare has been so nice to offer to help change your nappy. So, no more making a scene, or it's dum dums time for you. Why don't you be a good boy and go with Clare for your change, okay?"

Hearing the threat of the dummy, Mikey felt a surge of panic but still couldn't resist one last desperate plea. "But... maybe one of the girls could do it instead?" he asked, his voice trailing off into a near whisper. The realisation that he was now reduced to pleading with his own sisters to change his nappy struck him deeply, underscoring just how desperate he had become to avoid the embarrassment of being changed by Clare and how far he had fallen.

Glancing briefly at Alison, the girls paused, delighted that Mikey was asking to be changed by them. Alison, assessing the situation, replied with a tone that subtly underscored Mikey's helpless plea. "Mikey, it's really sweet that you'd like your sisters to change your nappy, but Clare has already offered to take care of you. So, let's not make any more of a scene, okay? Off you go now," she instructed, her words gently steering him toward the changing area without leaving any possibility for further discussion.

"Please, don't let her change me. Please," he begged, his voice trembling, the raw desperation palpable in his tone.

In the midst of the commotion, Ethan's voice cut through, laden with the unmistakable urgency of a young child. "Grandma, I gotta go potty now," he announced, his small hands clutching his crotch in a clear signal of his distress.

Exasperated by Mikey's relentless protests and mindful of Ethan's pressing need, Clare swiftly assumed control. With a firm grip on Mikey's arm, she was resolute in quelling his resistance.

Alison, in agreement with Clare's approach and recognizing the urgency of the situation, promptly retrieved the dummy from Mikey's shirt. With a swift motion, she placed it in his mouth, effectively muting his protests and reinforcing Clare's decisive actions. She then passed over a changing bag which contained all of the supplies that Clare would need.

In a state of panic and feeling cornered, Mikey responded instinctively. He spat out the dummy and, fueled by a surge of desperate energy, attempted to free himself from Clare's firm hold. His eyes scanned for an escape, and seizing the moment, he started to sprint towards the supermarket doors, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and urgency.

Mikey's attempted escape was quickly thwarted as he was grabbed by Rosie. Alison's voice, both commanding and stern, echoed through the supermarket. "Mikey, don't you dare try to run away!" she called out, her tone brooking no argument. Her voice carried far, drawing the attention of several other shoppers, including a group of teenagers near the toilets—the very area towards which Mikey was reluctantly about to be led to. Their curious glances added to the mounting tension and embarrassment that he felt, making his situation all the more conspicuous and uncomfortable.

Mikey's fleeting moment of rebellion had ended abruptly, plunging him into a deep sense of defeat. Each effort he made to stand up for himself only seemed to reinforce their justification for treating him as they did, further eroding his standing. The reality of being changed by Clare, coupled with the patronizing manner in which he was spoken to, and how effortlessly he had been overpowered, left him feeling small and utterly helpless.

Standing there, his arms firmly held by Clare and Rosie, Mikey was starkly confronted with the severity of his situation. Alison's voice, laced with an undertone of triumph, broke through. "Perhaps your sisters have a point. Maybe you do need reins or even a pushchair to get around, Mikey. You're behaving exactly like a little toddler who can't be left alone without wandering away."

In that moment of utter humiliation, Mikey felt the dummy being placed back in his mouth by Alison, a gesture that did not go unnoticed. The sound of laughter and muffled remarks from the group of teenagers nearby, who watched the scene with a blend of shock and amusement, filled the air. Their eyes were fixed on Mikey, adding to his embarrassment.

Resigned to his fate, he allowed himself to be led towards the baby changing room. With each step, he was acutely aware of his diminished state, feeling the weight of the eyes of shoppers and the group of teenagers on him, each one a reminder of his current, infantile situation.

Once inside, Clare turned to Mikey "Mikey, you stay right here," she instructed firmly.

Then, turning her attention to Ethan, she added with a hint of encouragement, "Ethan, let's go to the toilet, so you can show everyone what a big boy you are."

The difference in Clare's approach towards Mikey and Ethan was unmistakably clear and deeply stung Mikey. He was left alone in the changing room, a stark contrast to Ethan, who was praised and treated according to his age for using the toilet – a privilege that Mikey, at his age, should have been accorded as well.

Mikey looked around while he waited for Clare and Ethan to return, hoping that no-one would enter in the meantime as she had left the door unlocked. The room was a space straight out of a nursery tale. Dominated by a large, cushioned changing table, its surface was covered in a soft, wipe-clean material, patterned with playful images of smiling suns, moons, and stars. The table was equipped with safety straps and raised sides, ensuring the baby's security.

Adjacent to the changing table stood a towering, vertical cabinet filled with stacks of soft, fresh baby nappies available in a range of sizes. Beside them were containers of fragrant baby wipes. Mikey, despite his situation, couldn't help but feel a quiet sense of admiration for the comprehensive range of supplies the supermarket had thoughtfully provided

The room itself was decorated in soft, calming pastel colors, with a mural of nursery rhyme characters frolicking across the walls, adding to the infantile atmosphere.

On the other side of the room stood a nappy disposal bin, clearly designed to contain odors and dispose of used nappies hygienically. The air was subtly scented with a baby-fresh fragrance, masking any unpleasant smells.

Mikey, already on edge, felt his heart skip a beat as the door abruptly opened, revealing an older woman cradling a baby. He stood there, motionless and wide-eyed, as the woman's gaze fell upon him, a blend of confusion and anger etching her features.

"What are you doing in here?" she demanded sharply, her tone veering towards anger. Mikey, completely taken aback, found himself at a loss for words. The situation was rapidly spiraling beyond his control and he didn’t know what to say. Admitting that he was waiting for a nappy change, just like the baby in her arms, was the last thing he wanted to do.

"This is inappropriate! I'm going to get security; you have no business in a baby changing room!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with the threat of impending action.

Caught in an awkward silence, Mikey fumbled for words, his mind racing for an explanation that wouldn't deepen his embarrassment. Just as he was about to stammer out a response, Clare and Ethan re-entered, diffusing the tension-filled room.

Clare, with a practiced ease, quickly grasped the situation. "Oh, my apologies for the confusion," she said, addressing the woman in a calm, collected manner. "He's actually with me." She gestured towards Mikey, who stood there, a mix of relief and dread washing over him.

"He's just waiting for a nappy change," Clare continued, her tone matter-of-fact yet gentle. "I had to quickly take Ethan here to the toilet first – he needed to pee." She gave Mikey a pointed look as she spoke, her gaze firmly establishing the context for the woman – that it was indeed Mikey, not Ethan, who was waiting for his nappy to be changed.

The woman's expression shifted from suspicion to surprise, then to a subtle understanding, as she took in Clare's explanation.

As the woman comprehended the situation, her expression morphed from one of anger to embarrassment, accompanied by a quick, flustered apology. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry, I had no idea..."

Clare, with an air of understanding, dismissed the apology with a reassuring smile. "That's quite alright. It's not common, after all, to come across a young man of Mikey's age who needs a nappy change," she said with a hint of empathy. "Sadly, he struggles with staying dry."

Ethan, oblivious to the underlying tension, let out an innocent chuckle at the mention of Mikey having to wear nappies.

The woman, now visibly more at ease, offered a parting comment. "Well, I'll leave you to finish up then."

Clare nodded, adding a remark that caused Mikey's cheeks to turn an even deeper shade of red. "Thank you. We should be quick. Thankfully, he's not messy this time." It was bad enough that this woman knew that he was wearing a nappy, let alone that he had wet it and was about to be changed on a baby changing table but Clare’s insulation that there had been times when Mikey may have been more than just wet in his nappy made him blush profusely, the awkwardness of the situation reaching a new peak.

As Clare shut the door, she walked towards Mikey. She placed down the baby blue nappy changing bag, adorned with tiny cartoonish images of teddy bears and building blocks. The bag, clearly meant for infants, looked absurdly out of place next to the humiliated man.

She unzipped it and began pulling out various items, placing them on a nearby counter for Mikey to see. First came a package of thick, cotton-soft baby wipes, followed by a large tub of baby powder which promised to keep skin 'soft and dry'. Then, she produced a tube of rash cream, its label boasting of its gentleness on 'baby's delicate skin'.

Clare glanced up at Mikey, a smirk playing on her lips. "Can't forget one of these, can we?" With a flourish, she produced a fresh, adult-sized nappy from the bag, its crisp white material contrasting starkly with the colorful baby patterns that adorned the walls of the room.

Mikey's face burned even brighter. He tried to avoid eye contact with her. Here he was, a grown man, standing helplessly as he was about to be changed like an infant. However, nothing could have prepared him for what came next.

Clare, holding the fresh nappy and baby supplies, approached Mikey with a scrutinizing gaze. Before he could comprehend her intentions, she pressed her hand against the seat of his nappy, pushing slightly to gauge its contents.

Mikey gasped, taken aback by the unexpected intrusion. He looked at her, his eyes pleading for a semblance of dignity.

"Now, Mikey," Claire began, her tone dripping with a maternal sweetness reserved for toddlers, "from my experience, a big wetting accident is often followed by a number two. It's always best to check. So, is it just a number one, or did we have a number two as well?"

The room seemed to grow hotter, and Mikey felt as if he was shrinking. The casual way Claire addressed him, was the pinnacle of his embarrassment.

He stammered, "Just... just number one."

Claire patted his padded rear gently, like she would to a toddler after checking their diaper. "Alright, sweetie. Just wanted to be sure. We wouldn't want any surprises, would we?"

Mikey could only nod, wishing he could disappear, as he was directed up on to the changing table. The entire scene felt surreal, and he was trapped in its nightmarish grip.

As Mikey lay on the changing table, the discomfort of the cold, plastic surface beneath him was overshadowed by the deep embarrassment he felt. Clare looked at Ethan, her tone warm and inclusive. "Ethan, would you like to help change Mikey into a fresh nappy to keep him nice and dry?" she asked.

Ethan, with the innocent eagerness of a three-year-old, nodded his agreement. Mikey felt a new wave of mortification wash over him at the prospect of a toddler assisting in changing his nappy but at this point he had given up protesting. The role reversal was stark and deeply humiliating. Ethan's small, clumsy hands, guided by Clare, sprinkled baby powder on Mikey, the delicate dust settling on his skin, symbolizing his complete loss of autonomy.

Then, under Clare's watchful eye, Ethan carefully helped fasten the new nappy around Mikey. The sound of the tapes securing into place seemed to echo around the changing room, each adhesive strip a stark reminder of Mikey's helplessness and the surreal nature of the situation.

The innocent involvement of a child in such an intimate task only intensified Mikey's embarrassment. Lying there, being cared for by a grandmother and her young grandson, Mikey was acutely aware of the incongruity of it all. It was a moment that epitomized his vulnerability and loss of dignity, leaving him feeling more exposed and infantilized than ever before.

"Well done, Ethan! You're such a big boy, helping me change the baby's nappy," she praised, her voice filled with genuine encouragement. Ethan beamed with pride at her words, pleased with his role in the task. The phrase "baby's nappy" hung heavily in the air.

To add to Mikey's already profound embarrassment, Clare turned her attention back to him. "Now, Mikey, what do you say to Ethan for helping to change your nappy?" she asked, knowing that she was humiliating him to levels that not even Alison had achieved so far.

Mikey, feeling a complex mix of humiliation and helplessness, mustered a weak, "Thank you, Ethan," his voice barely above a whisper. The simple act of thanking a toddler for assistance in changing his nappy was the final touch in a series of events that had stripped away his adult dignity, leaving him feeling smaller and more infantilized than ever.

Clare proceeded with the final stages of redressing Mikey, adamantly refusing to let him do it himself despite his evident capability. The subtle yet firm denial of his autonomy only added to the weight of his embarrassment.

Once Mikey was dressed, Clare turned to Ethan. "Can you put the soiled nappy in the bin for me, please?" she asked. Ethan, embracing his role, toddled over to the nappy bin, making a face and a comical 'eww, smelly' sound as he disposed of the nappy.

Clare then opened the door to lead Mikey out, where they were met with the gaze of the waiting crowd. The young mother and her baby stared in disbelief, while a group of teenagers stood chatting next to Alison and Mikey's sisters, their conversation undoubtedly revolving around him.

Stepping out into the supermarket, Mikey felt a crushing sense of exposure. Every eye on him felt like a judgment, and he didn't know where to look or how to stand. He shuffled awkwardly toward the group, each step a reminder of the nappy he was wearing.

As they reached them, Clare patted his backside in a manner reminiscent of checking a toddler's nappy, saying in a babyish tone, "All done! We have him into a fresh new nappy now, don’t we Mikey?”

Her words, though spoken softly, carried through the crowd, sealing Mikey's humiliation under the watchful eyes of the onlookers.

As the group stood together, the dynamic was reminiscent of a playground scene, with Mikey sidelined like a child while the adults discussed his affairs.

"Was Mikey a good boy for you, Clare?" Alison's voice, dripping with a patronising sweetness, seemed to echo in his ears.

"Oh yes, he was a very good boy. And Ethan was a great helper with changing his nappy, weren't you?" Clare said, turning to Ethan with a cooing voice. "A proper changing table really does make it easier and luckily that it more than big enough for him," she continued, her voice shifting back to a practical, matter-of-fact tone that starkly juxtaposed the bizarre reality of the situation.

Alison's interest was clearly captured. "Really? I hadn't thought about that. But it might be a good idea, if we could get one big enough, especially if this is going to be a regular occurrence..."

Mikey was rooted to the spot in sheer horror as he listened to the conversation. The idea of having a changing table at his own home, being discussed so openly, seemed almost otherworldly. This dialogue hinted at a future where his current situation with nappies would extend beyond just a fleeting phase of humiliation into a lasting reality.

Unfortunately for him, this very future – one of prolonged dependence and infantilisation – was becoming increasingly inevitable for him.