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Daily Free-Write March 7, 2023: Little Big Bro Pt. 3
🕑 Added 2023-03-07 15:47:58 +0000 UTCMy little bro gives me a big hug and takes me into his lap, which surprises me.
"Whoa, Donny!"
"Ah, ah, ah, it's big bro now, remember? Sorry I made you cry, kiddo." He gives me a big bone crushing hug and lays my head on his chest, petting my cheek. It feels nice, but not something I expect from my younger brother at all.
"I'm not a kiddo," I say, and it comes off whinier and more childish than I intend.
"Buddy, like it or not, you are. I mean, look at the diaper I found on the floor while you were gone..." He reaches behind on my bed and holds up my soaked diaper, which hangs there, heavy with my shame.
"That's not fair! You made me! You fed me so much juice I couldn't' help it!" I try to sit up and look at him sternly but I have limited success because Donovan is holding me by the small of my back still.
"Well, if you couldn't help it, then that's clear evidence you need to be wearing during the day too!"
"No, that's not what I meant! You're twisting my words," I say, getting more frustrated by the second. Donovan gives me a few knee bouncies and butt pats as if to calm me down.
"Buddy. Not only did you wet the bed, and luckily the diaper you were wearing last night, but you wet your pants today. And you left my sight without permission. And you took off your diaper without permission. You know what this means..."
"No, bro, please," I whine, completely ruining any chance of putting on a strong defensive counter to my brother's humiliating treatment of me.
"Sorry, kiddo, but that means it's time to put you back in diapers full time. I'd say the rest of the month is a good starter..."
"A whole month?!" I ask, shocked. "No way, Donovan. This is going too far!" I try to sit up and look at him sternly but he just begins bouncing me on his knees again, instantly reminding me who is bigger and who is in charge.
"It's either that or you let Mom and Dad take care of it. I've already taken pictures of your soaked diaper as proof of what you need, and I'm sure they wouldn't mind having their little boy back at home again..."
"No, Donovan, don't!" I say, as he pulls out his phone. He pauses.
"Don't? Don't what? And who is this Donovan? I think you meant to say something else..."
"Don't call Mom and Dad... Big Bro..." I say, muttering out the last bit in a pathetic acquiescence to his implicit demand.
"And why not? What will you do to make sure I don't have to do that?"
"I-I'll... I'll wear diapers every night..." I say, gulping.
"Every night for the rest of the year?" he asks. Reluctantly, I nod. "And what about during the day? You just soaked your diaper to the limit and that was just over breakfast. How are you going to prove to me that you can get through the whole day without an accident?"
"I can! I've been doing it for a whole year before you got here! At least let me wear pull-ups..." He smiles at that.
"Pull-ups? Well... I don't know.... Aww, don't give me that face kiddo. You know I'm a sucker for those puppy dog eyes. Alright, buddy. You can wear pull-ups during the day from now on."
"Until I prove-"
"From now on," he says, with a tone of finality. I hmph but don't say a word. I can't believe I'm negotiating my underwear with my younger brother. "Don't give me that face, 'little' bro. It's for your own good. Don't worry, though. At least you can still go poopie in the potty. You just have to ask me when you need to go."
"But I can pull down my pull-ups on my own!" I whine.
"Doesn't matter. I need to know what's going on which my 'kid' brother. From now on you ask me. And if I'm not in the room, you call or text, okay?"
I cross my arms and refuse to answer. I may be sitting on my bro's lap negotiating just how absorbent my underwear is going to be for the rest of the year, but that doesn't mean I don't have my dignity. Then he pulls out his phone.
"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you want! Just don't call Mom and Dad!"
"That's the smart choice, kiddo, cause you know they put me in charge. If I have to call them because you're not behaving, you're going to be in big trouble. Now let's get you dressed, buddy. I think we have some shopping to do."
"Sh-shopping?" I ask, but instead of an answer I find myself on my back on my bed with my towel open, naked in front of my 'big' little bro. Standing above me with that confident smirk, I can't deny he is physically bigger than me as he towers over me.
"Since you don't have any pull-ups on, I'm afraid it's another diaper for you. Don't worry, we'll get you more of both. Now where is your diaper cream? You look like you're starting to get a rash."
"It's in my underwear drawer, but I don't-"
"Underwear drawer? You mean your diaper drawer, don't you?" he asks, stalking over to my dresser and pulling open the drawer. He holds up a handful of my underwear in mock surprise. "Kiddo! What are you doing with these big boy undies? You don't wear these."
"Stop teasing me," I whine.
"I'm not, buddy boy. I'm going to have to take these. These are some nice undies, and it would be a shame if they went to waste. This drawer is going to be stuffed with nothing but diapers and pull-ups from now on, buddy. Hey, don't pout. Pull-ups are big kid undies!"
"No they're not," I say, watching in dismay as he takes away all my underwear. Now I really don't have any choice but pull-ups or diapers unless I want to freeball it. Donovan then empties the pack of diapers he had sitting on my dresser into my new diaper drawer. At least they aren't sitting in plain view on my dresser anymore. He soon returns with a nice thick diaper and diaper cream in hand.
"Lay down, buddy, and let your 'big bro' take care of you." I have no choice but to do as I'm told, putting my forearm over my eyes so I don't have to look at what he's doing down there.
"See what happens when you try to change yourself? You've been back in diapers not even one full day and you're already getting rashy." He spreads the cream liberally on all my bits, between my legs, on my thighs and almost up to my bellybutton as he is speaking. "And look at all this hair! It's definitely not helping. We're gonna have to pick up some razors and maybe see if we can't get something done to keep it off, huh?"
I wonder what he means by that, but I don't want to humor him by answering any of his rhetorical questions. I just hope he hurries up because I can feel myself chubbing up and that's the last thing I need.
Comments
Hehe! I can't stop writing this story! I sit down to write a few pages and it just keeps going!
I love this so much! Can’t wait to see what shopping brings maybe a whole new wardrobe is in order!
