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Daily Free-Write May 10, 2023: Little Big Bro Pt. 12
🕑 Added 2023-05-11 04:49:47 +0000 UTCBeing changed by my little brother had always been a humiliating experience, but at least before now it had been in the privacy of our own home. Nevermind the fact that I had always wanted to be changed by someone else, but he just had to take it an run with it, and our relationship has never been the same since. As I look down at my 'Big' baby bro changing me in my dorm bed, it's an embarrassingly familliar scene.
"I'm glad we get to be roomies, Bro," he says, making small talk as he changes me. "It's just like old times!"
I blush and scowl as he clicks the key in the lock, pulls down my wet plastic pants, untapes my full and sodden diaper, and makes a big show of how stinky I am.
"Phew!" he says, pinching his nose. "Big babies make big doodies, don't they?"
"It's not my fault!" I protest, but he shoves a pacifier in my mouth and tells me to keep it there while he changes me. I know better than to argue.
"That's much better. Pacifiers always calm big babies," he says, smirking as he pulls out several wet wipes to begin the long process of cleaning me up. "You're not going to get a shower after this. Babies don't get showers every time they use their didees, and neither will you. Aww, don't look so surprised," He adds as he sees my reaction. "This is your life now, and diapers are your underwear. You're in diapers where you belong, so you'd better get used to using them. And since when do you take a shower every time you go potty?"
I'm fuming at this point. If he's going to make me soil myself, he could at least let me shower afterward. But then he gets to my front, and changes the subject.
"Oh, my! Somebody really enjoyed his diapers!" he says, grinning as he pulls back my foreskin to reveal a big glop of cum all over my penis head. "You made so many stickies!"
"Mmph mmm mmm mph!" I protest, but my pacifier makes my defense completely unintelligible and ineffective. "Don't worry, baby boy. You'll get used to that too. The medicine I gave you has lots of special effects... it helps my lil bro pass lots of solids and fluids like a healthy boy should.
I whine, my dick jumping at the thought of what he is describing. I hate that he knows my kinds so damn well and uses them to make me weak. If I was a little stronger I could stand up to him, but admit it or not, part of me likes it. Craves the baby treatment. At least if I have the pacifier in he won't make me admit it - beg for it - again.
"You'll see how the rest of the medicine works tomorrow," he says with such smugness I can hear it in his voice without even seeing his face.
"Wmm mmm mmm mph?" I ask. Somehow he understands me.
"Oh, you'll see." I sigh, letting my head hit the bed as he finishes up wiping off my pee pee. He holds up another ultra thick diaper that he plans to put on me and smiles a big cheshire grin. "Meanwhile, let's get your nini diapee on!"
My dick jumps again. Damn traitor.
Soon I am secure in yet another diaper, knowing full well I'm in no position to get out of it - not now at least. My big bro insists on reading me a bed time story before he lets us go to sleep.
"How about goodnight stars? Or the little locomotive that could? Mr. Pine's Paisley House? Toad medicine? So many choices!"
My eyes boggle as I see him bring the books out from a drawer under the bed. How had he gotten those all?
"You can thank Mom and Dad for these! I know, how about where the onesies are?"
I roll my eyes as he begins to read the story, but pretty soon I'm listening intently at his animated and sincere retelling. He's not trying to tease me right now. Instead, he's putting on the best performance he can, easily rivaling Dad in his storytelling ability. In fact, his voice right now reminds me of Dad's voice... he even hits the same cadence as Dad used to with some of the characters... Soon, I find myself smiling and following along intently, sucked back into that mindset of being little at bedtime.
"And that's why little ones should always listen to their big brothers!" he finished, snapping me out of it as he snapped the book shut.
"MMh! MMph mmm mmmm!"
"Is too!" he retorts. "Babies can't read anyway so how would you know what it says?" His words sound harsh but he smiles and ruffles my hair in a teasing manner. I huff, loathe to admit how much I enjoyed the story, but he does it for me.
"You're a good little brother, even if you are a pain in the butt sometimes. Let's do story time from now on, ok?"
I nod, reluctant to agree even if I did enjoy it. Luckily he doesn't plan to give me a choice anyway.
"Good. I'm glad you're starting to see things my way. Now sleep tight, little one. We have a big day tomorrow, and you've gotta get your rest if you're gonna have a chance at concentrating in class."
He turns off the lights and as I drift off to sleep I wonder what he means. I've never had trouble concentrating in class before.
*****
The next day, I am stripped out of my diaper and taken to the shower by my bro.
"I can go myself, you know."
"I know, but little ones shouldn't be in the bathroom unsupervised."
I groan. There goes my plan of using the potty when he's not looking. I am surprised again when he joins me in the stall to shower.
"Are you serious?"
"Little ones don't shower alone. That's the rules."
My attempt to push him out of the stall fail miserably as he is much bigger and stronger than me, and I quickly realize I have miscalculated when he holds me close with one arm and smacks my thigh/butt with the other. I wince in pain as I'm pressed up against his body, and I feel his morning wood pressing into my hip.
"Oww! Get off, bro," I say, in a voice more whiny than intended.
"Are you gonna be a good boy and let big bro wash you?"
I nod and sniffle, hating myself for being so weak against my younger brother, but he doesn't give me time to dwell on it. He very quickly is soaping me up from my head to my toes, and even the embarassing parts in between. When he makes it to my pee pee I wince as he soaps it up. It's not that it hurts. On the contrary, being soaped up there feels really good. Too good, in fact, and I already have a raging boner. He has soaped up my whole lower region and pee pee, and has just pulled back the foreskin and begun soaping my cockhead when I shudder and feel my balls tighten. I've done my best, holding back like a sneeze, but that last bit of stimulation is too much. Before I can stop it, I'm projecting cock snot onto the wall of the shower stall, and so much of it, too.
"Wow, bro! That medicine really did the trick, huh? You've never made so much penis pudding in your life!"
I whine and try to pull away as he continues to soap me, but he doesn't let me go, continuing to rub my cockhead even though it's super sensitive until I'm hit with another spasm and spray pee everywhere, washing the cum off the wall in uncontrollable bursts.
"Aww, I knew you couldn't control yourself down there, little buddy. That's why you need your diapees!"
"That's not fair," I say, whimpering at the pleasurable and intense aftershocks as I dribble all over myself.
"Don't worry. I'll put you in your chastity cage after this so you won't have to worry about such big sticky accidents!"
I groan in frustration, knowing full well how troublesome a chastity cage can be.
When he manages to wash all the cum and piss off of me and cleans himself off as well, he decides enough is enough and turns off the shower, insisting on drying me off even if I can do it myself.
I catch several guys staring at us with grins as he leads me out.
"What are they looking at?" I ask blushing and knowing full well what they're looking at.
"Well, you weren't exactly subtle in there, buddy," says my bro with a smirk. "Look all you like, guys. If you want a turn, feel free to poke your head in tomorrow morning!" I shut my mouth and look at the ground blushing as we walk past, not wanting to know what he means by 'turn'.
Just as I think today can't get any more outlandish, 'Big' bro presents me with my outfit, which consists of a diaper, a shirt, and what looks like an oversized PVC diaper in deep blue with a locking chain around the waist.
"What the heck is that?" I ask.
"It's your special diaper pants!" he says, herding me over to my bed and laying me down where I can stare at the clothing he plans to dress me in. Once again, I get a view from my back of all the diaper changing supplies being laid out. Donovan takes his time setting out each item as if giving me time to savor it. The changing pad. The diaper. The powder. The oil. The suppository. I wince as I see that last item.
"Okay, buddy. Let's get you all diapered up!"
Today's diaper has balloons and elephants on the front and a soft cloth outer cover. It's as babyish as they come, and I blush as he emphasizes who it's for.
"That's right, buddy! This one's for you!"
Once again, my butt is lifted, and lowered gently onto the soft, bulky padding, followed by the warm comforting scents of baby powder and baby oil as he efficiently applies them to my body. I'm spent, so my pee pee offers no resistance as he clicks my chastity cage in place. Finally, the diaper comes up, enclosing me in the familiar comfort of its soft interior. This is followed by the very different feeling of the cool, plastic, puffy spreader pants he puts on me. They look like a poofy diaper cover at first, but as soon as he locks them on and I try to close my legs, I realize they are not. There is clearly something hard and flat inside of the soft cushioning of the shiny spreader pants, because try as I might, I can't close my legs an inch. I blush as I look down at the big shiny bulky blue mass now between my legs.
"What the hell is this, Donny?!"
"Language!" he says, smacking my thighs several times until I begin to whimper. Finally, he answers. "Those are your new pants."
"B-but they're diapers!" I complain. "I need to cover them up!"
"You're welcome to wear any pants you want," he says in reply. "Provided they fit over your spreader pants."
I look at him in disbelief as he cracks a smile. He knows damn well that nothing is going to fit over these thick spreader pants save maybe a skirt or a kilt.
"You can still have this t-shirt if you want..." he says, holding up a baby blue shirt with a rainbow, and a floating elephant with a balloon tied to its trunk. It looks tiny, but there's no way I'm going to spend the day diapered and shirtless so I take it. As I feared, it's only big enough to stop just above my belly button. A true diaper shirt if there ever was one.
"Don't you look adorable?" He cooes. "Hold still so I can snap some photos of my cute bro."
I can't stop him from taking lots of compromising photos of me in my 'adorable' outfit. He comments that the guys on the college diaper boy website he's posting them to will just love my photos.
"No, Donovan! Don't!"
"Too late!" he says, tapping onto his phone. "Don't worry, no one outside of the site will see them... probably..."
I groan, knowing full well that those photos could spread to every corner of the internet. But then he says something that chills me to my bone.
"Oh yeah, I think that math class we have is having an important test today, isn't it? We'd better hurry!"
