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Daily Free-Write March 12, 2023: Little Big Bro Pt. 8
🕑 Added 2023-03-13 04:59:39 +0000 UTC"You mind if he goes pantsless while we hang out? It's a lot easier than having to fight with him to check his pants all the time." Peach and Eric answer without hesitation.
"Sure!"
"We don't mind." Again, they seem more interested than anything.
"Hey!" I say as he pulls the shortalls up and over my head. There's nothing I can do about it, though. My little brother is bigger and stronger than me, and soon I'm in nothing but a t-shirt, diaper, and cute cartoony socks, whether I like it or not.
"Aww, he's pretty cute like this," says Peach. "Don't you think, hon?"
"Uh, sure," says Eric, with an amused smirk.
"I'm right here guys," I say. They're already talking like I'm not here. This isn't good. Clearly Donovan is getting to them. Maybe there is some way I can remind them I'm a big boy.
"Anyone want to play Smash Siblings? I'll beat all of you," I say, confidently. That'll show them I'm not a baby.
"I don't know," says Donovan. "That's a little violent for you, I think. Why not get you a more age appropriate game at the game store?"
"Age appropriate? I'm older than you," I say, indignantly.
"Whatever, little bro," says Donovan, already searching through the game menu to select a game. Pretty soon he finds a point and click adventure for me to play. "Now hurry up and finish your drink so you can play."
I groan and chug down my Iced Tea. Playing a game would at least help me pass the time quicker, and it's better than staring at our friends while they stare at my very obvious diaper.
"Okay, I'm all finished. Hand me the controller."
"Here ya go, buddy," says Donovan, handing me another iced tea. "One more for the road!"
"What?! But-"
"It's gotta download anyway. Go on, now. Be a good boy and drink it down or you're going down for a nap."
I grumble but drink down the tea. However, when the game finally starts up, I'm ready to throw down the controller anyway.
"Block Building Buddies?" I ask. "This game looks so lame!"
"Be nice, Little Dicky," says my 'Big Bro'. "I bought this for you."
"Yeah, with Mom and Dad's money," I grumble to myself.
"You know what, fine. I was gonna wait until our friends were gone, but I think it's time to get you ready for nap time. "On your back."
"On my what? Whoa!" My arms shoot out as I find my legs pulled up. The two fingers in my diaper make me yelp as Donovan checks my wetness.
"Okay, buddy. You don't need a change quite yet, but we're gonna leave a little treatment on your skin while you nap."
"What are you doing?" I ask, but 'Big Bro' is opening my diaper and has the bottle of Hair B Gone in his hand. "What is that? What are you doing with that?"
"Don't worry, kiddo. Just a little something to help you keep your diaper area clean." He slathers my skin with a milky white liquid and tapes up my diaper. I can already feel the area tingling, but then he pulls a pair of plastic pants up over it all, clear pink plastic with cute baby animals on it. I roll my eyes, knowing I can just kick them off and take off this diaper as soon as he finishes. Then I hear a click and realize he's locked me in my clothes.
"Hey! What's the big idea!"
"Don't worry, it's for your own protection - so you don't take them off on your own. I'll let you out if you need to go."
"Wow, Donovan. You really know how to control your little brother," says Eric. Peach is fascinated.
"Wow, those are really cute! Do you have other plastic panties like that?"
"Plenty," says Donovan, smirking at me. "Mom and Dad sent all his stuff from high school up with me just in case it was needed."
I doubt that he will let me out of my diapers 'when it's needed'. I am clearly reminded of our younger days after Mom and Dad caught me sneaking diapers. I lied and said I needed them, but when they took it too far and I tried to backpedal, they wouldn't believe me. Donovan was put in charge of making sure I was padded for bedtime and got the key to let me out of my clothes when I needed it. Donovan, the brother I always bullied and teased and called a big baby. I remember how delighted he was to be put in charge of me. How he purposefully kept me locked in my locking clothes and plastic pants no matter how much I begged, waiting until I had an accident so that Mom and Dad were convinced I needed to wear diapers. As was the school nurse and my doctor and everyone else with any authority over the issue. Of course now Donovan doesn't have to rely on keys and locks to keep me in line. He's got the muscle to back it up, too.
"Good thing I brought these," he says. "We wouldn't want him taking off the cream before it does its work..."
"Work?" I ask. Then I see it on the bottle. WARNING: Do not leave on skin for more than 5 minutes. Can lead to permanent hair loss. I immediately struggle to take off the plastic pants but I already know from experience that it's hopeless.
"Calm down, bro," says Donovan. "Nothing has changed since then. You're clearly always going to need diapers. Those hairs were only getting in the way."
"You can't take them!" I say, defiantly. I don't care about efficiency or skin care. It's my big boy hair.
"Sorry guys," says Donovan to my friend. "He's overdue for his nap. And he's going to take it or I'll have to call Mom and Dad again. Is that what you want, Little Dicky? Two calls in one day?"
I stop struggling, defeated, and give up. Reluctantly, I let big bro tuck me into bed and lay down while he plays Smash Siblings with our friends. I close my eyes, and surprisingly get to sleep pretty quickly, the sounds of the fighting game fading into the background as I drift off. I can already feel the warm stream of wetness between my legs as I fall asleep, but I'm already too out of it to care. I must be more exhausted than I thought. The last thought that crosses my mind as I fall asleep is, "How am I going to get out of this one?"
Comments
That’s right! It’ll make him a better boy for big bro!
Pierry Louys
Awww so cute now little dickie gonna love his new diaper area ! Gonna make easier to clean any present he makes for his big bro ! Love the story
