Brian POV: It's here! The diapers I ordered! I run downstairs from my room. I am in, as usual, no shirt, just pants and underwear. "Oh hi, Brian." my sister says. "Are these diapers yours?" "Uh, uh yeah!" I say. "Hey, can you help me get one on?" I ask her. "Sure I can. But with a few rules." she says. "Uh, okay." I say. I follow her upstairs to my bedroom. She lies me on my back and takes off my trousers and undies. "Thanks." I say. "No problem, bro." she says, applying powder on my butt, and diapering me up. "Now, here's the rules." she says. "1. You can only wear the diaper. No shirt, pants, or socks." "Okay." I say. "Rule two." she says. "You can only use the bathroom in the diaper." she says. "But then what? I don't want to sit in my own crap all day!" I say. "I know, baby bro. And that's where rule three comes in. If you do, come to big sis, and I will change your diapers." She explains, finishing the diapering process. "O-okay." I say, nervously. "And if I don't obey the rules?" I ask. "If you disobey, you get swaddled for the whole day. And if you need food, I will bottle-feed you." she says to me. "Fine." I say. I get up and start walking.
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Babied by my sister
HumorSo, I am Brian. And I have a condition called bio-infantilism. (Writer note: This condition will be common in my stories) So basically, I look like a baby, complete with lack of teeth. And one day, I went onto Amazon and ordered diapers for myself...
