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Daily Free-Write March 21, 2023: Little Big Bro Pt. 10
🕑 Added 2023-03-22 12:48:01 +0000 UTCAll those liquids do their work and I’m wetting without control throughout dinner. It’s kind of difficult to hide when I do. As much as I’d like to, I can’t stop myself from moaning and making a silly cross eyed face when I feel my bladder give way. And of course that’s when I’m actually focused on holding it. It seems like I just go when I’m distracted and thinking of something else.
I have been able to get through a year of college without diapers by severely restricting my liquid intake and my ‘Big Bro’ is undoing all that work within days of getting here. Nobody is going to believe I don’t need diapers now. By the time dinner is finished, my pants have ballooned out with an obvious diaper bulge in my crotch. The special cut to my pajamas only marginally helps compared to this morning and I find myself waddling away, but this time Big Bro grabs my hand to make sure I don’t get far.
“Say Nini to everyone before you leave,” he says, giving me a seat on the padded bun and turning me around to face them.
I blush as I say goodnight.
“No,” he says. Say it like I told you. Say Nini. And tell them it’s baby’s bedtime,” he adds, as an afterthought. I know it’s because I didn’t obey him immediately.
“Nini,” I say, restraining myself from fighting him. “Its… it’s… do I really have to?” I ask him, turning to him with a pleading look. In response he pulls down the pack of my pajamas and gives me a very obvious diaper check, easily suppressing any resistance with his superior strength as he first pulls open the back of my diapers to check, then sticks his finger in the leg hole, and finally does the squish test in front.
“Well, now you have to say Nini, tell them it’s bedtime for babies, and tell them you had an accident and made peepees in your pants. Do you want to keep going?” I give in. It’s not worth fighting him when I know he’ll win. I look at the expectant faces of my friends, my face redder than ever. I am shocked to see that a few of them have pulled out their cameras to film the whole ordeal.
“Nini. It’s bedtime for babies. I made w-wee wee in my pants so Big Bro has to change me..." I begin to tug at his hand but he stays planted firmly, and waves bye bye to everyone.
"Great job kiddo telling everyone nini like a good boy. Goodnight, everyone. As you can see, I've got my hands full taking care of my baby brother. I'll see you all later, especially you, Becky," he says with a wink. I look at him, stunned. Is he really making moves on my crush?
When we're back at my room, I ask him. Of course, the moment we get into the room, he has me on my back and is changing my diaper, so my forceful tone doesn't quite have the intended impact. Still, I do my best to get across my utter annoyance at his antics.
"Dude. Are you seriously making a move on Becky? You know I like her."
"And what are you gonna do about it with your dick wrapped up in a diaper, little bro? Not much. Don't worry, I'll take good care of her. In fact, that's where I'm headed right now."
"You, what?!" I ask as he secures my plastic pants with a click.
"I’m gonna go fuck your crush. Is that clear enough for you?" He pulls up my pajamas again so I have cute baby cartoon characters to look at. "I'll be gone for a while, but here’s something for you to enjoy in the meantime. I looked at the massage wand he holds in his hand with disappointment.
“Seriously? What am I supposed to do with that?” I ask, as he places it on the bed beside me.
“You’re a big boy, I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” he says with a smirk. “You don't have to use it, but I do expect you to finish this big bottle of GatorJuice before you go to sleep tonight. Oh, and you can watch TV too, but only cartoons. Ciao.”
And with that he leaves, taking the keys, and my only way out of this diaper with him. I'm locked in my plastic pants with no hope of escape. And will be stuck like this until he gets back. Well, we'll just see about that.
I know it’s hopeless but at least I have to try. To soothe my ego a bit if nothing else. I try to shimmy out of the locked plastic pants. No luck. I try finding some scissors but I see that Donovan has removed anything sharp from the room as a precaution.
"Curses!" I say to myself as I finally give up on that avenue. Nor is there anything small enough to try to pick the lock, not that I would know how anyway. I spend my entire teenage life unable to figure out a way out of these dang things and It looks like nothing has changed. Why did I have to let Donovan find my search history and find out I was into this sort of thing? Before he found out, I used to boss him around and tease him, calling him baby and telling him I'd put him into diapers. After, he totally turned the tables on me, convincing me to make mom and dad think I wet the bed. Little did I know how far it would go. Now he's the one bossing me around, and there's not much I can do about it at all.
I grunted in frustration as I lie in bed looking down at the smiling faces of Michael and Mitty mouse fabric stretched over my diapered crotch. I want to stick my dick in something, anything, but all I have is my diaper. I sigh. I can't imagine masturbating in front of my brother so this is my only chance. I look over at the wand my brother has provided. Maybe it would be okay… just for tonight..
Comments
Dakota Brosam
Yeah, me too
d'awwwwww
None ya
I want the brother and Betty to walk in on him and praise him for being a good wittle boy
Pierry Louys
Would be cute to see two baby boy being taken care by a nanny and to take classes in college heheheh
Pierry Louys
Wow poor little guy !!! His big brother is a meanie ! Really hope mommy and daddy can rescue and make big brother pay !! Rsrs
