Step-Brother to Step-Baby

Chapter 19

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"Clare! Fancy seeing you here," Alison greeted with a bright smile, noticing her neighbour's curious eyes darting towards the assortment of items she was in the process of purchasing.

Clare raised an eyebrow, her gaze lingering on the unmistakably babyish items. "My, my, Alison. Are all these for Mikey? It seems you've got everything one might need for a little toddler here," her tone was playful yet dripping with insinuation.

Alison chuckled, casting a faux forlorn look at the growing pile. "You know, I'd forgotten just how expensive having a 'baby' in the house is. But here we are," she replied, allowing Clare's implication to hang in the air.

Ethan and Isabelle, two of Clare's grandchildren, dashed around, their giggles filling the air. Ethan was particularly energetic, playing an improvised game of tag with his sister.

Mikey, already self-conscious about his situation, tried to shrink back, hoping to avoid any further humiliation. But as fate would have it, in one of Ethan's enthusiastic runs, he collided directly into Mikey's backside.

The impact surprised Ethan, causing him to pause and reassess the situation. He reached out, his youthful fingers pressing against Mikey's bottom, the unusual padding catching his attention.

With wide-eyed innocence, he asked, "Why's the big boy wearing a nappy?"

Mikey felt his face heat up, the weight of Ethan's query making him wish the ground would swallow him up. Before he could even think of how to respond, Alison intervened with an air of practiced calm. "Mikey's had some trouble keeping dry, just like little boys sometimes do."

"I'm a big boy, and big boys don't wear nappies. Only babies do." Ethan declared, with the confident certainty that only a three-year-old possesses.

The girls burst into giggles, while Mikey struggled to keep his composure, humiliated by the toddler's innocent observation.

Ethan looked contemplative, his little brow scrunching up in thought. "Will I have wear nappies like him?" he questioned with a tone of worry in his voice.

Clare chuckled, a warm, melodic sound. She ruffled Ethan's hair affectionately, "Oh, sweetie, you're a big boy! You've been such a champ with your potty training! Remember, you've been dry day and night for so long now so I don't think you'll be needing nappies again. Big boys like you don't need them"

Ethan beamed, puffing out his chest. "Yep! No nappies for me! I'm a big boy!"

Alison offered a resigned sigh, her voice tinged with a hint of envy. "I bet Grandma is very proud of you. Mikey... well, we're still waiting for those dry nights. His nappy is soaked every morning"

Mikey hated Alison's blatant disregard for his privacy, discussing his personal matters so openly. Did she truly harbor such disdain for him?

Clare first gave Ethan a warm smile, then approached Mikey, placing a hand on his shoulder, her tone dripping with condescension.

"We're very proud Ethan, he's a very big boy," she cooed. "And Mikey, don't worry, I am sure you'll be out of nappies very soon!"

Lucy and Rosie exchanged a glance, mischief dancing in their eyes, knowing that there was no chance of their step brother getting of nappies anytime soon.

Clare relished the chance to both probe into Mikey's predicament and embarrass him further. Never one to resist stirring the pot with some playful teasing, she asked, "So is little Mikey in nappies all the time now?"

Alison hesitated, her gaze flitting to Mikey's downcast eyes before answering. "Not full-time... just when we think he might... need them. He's normally dry in the day but there's a special reason why he's wearing them for this trip. Do you want to explain why you're wearing them today Mikey?"

Mikey's cheeks burned, a mix of mortification and fury. He defensively folded his arms, not wanting to engage with Alison and Clare's belittling tone.

But Alison's stern voice cut through, demanding his attention. "Mikey, you have been asked a question. If you don't want to speak like a big boy and be rude then perhaps we should put your dum dums in."

Yielding to Alison's intimidating tone and keen to sidestep the embarrassment of using a dummy in public, Mikey hastily apologised, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been rude."

Clearly enjoying the opportunity to humiliate the young boy, Clare tilted her head, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. "Don't worry, I'm quite used to tantrums! Now, tell me, little Mikey, what have you done to end up back in daytime nappies?"

Swallowing his pride, Mikey replied with thinly veiled frustration, "I didn't tell the truth so I have to wear them as a punishment."

Alison gave an affirming nod. "That's right Mikey. And what do you need in the future to avoid being in this situation again?"

Mikey, his eyes flashing with a mix of irritation and resignation, knew that arguing wouldn't help him now. With a reluctant sigh, he begrudgingly answered, "I need to act like a big boy and tell the truth."

Patting Mikey's cheek, Clare responded, "That's what I like to hear. You need to respect your lovely sisters and mother. You're very lucky to have them."

Mikey bite his tongue as Clare turned her approval to Alison.. "Alison, I really admire what you're doing with Mikey. It's so crucial to keep young boys in line. They need to understand their place and treat people, especially women, with respect. Well done!"

By now, Mikey was hyper-aware of the growing pressure in his bladder. The urge, fierce and insistent, had come out of nowhere. He shufflingly adjusted his stance, trying to alleviate the discomfort.

Noticing Mikey's discomfort, Alison inquired, "Mikey, is something the matter?"

For a brief moment, he debated whether to reveal his predicament but he knew he had no choice. Taking a deep breath, he hesitantly confessed, "I really need to use the bathroom."

"You'll have to hold on until we get home," Alison said decisively. "I can't be taking off your nappy constantly just because you can't control your bladder. If you want to be treated like a big boy then you need to act like one."

Mikey knew that it was a ridiculous argument. He wanted to fight back and protest but he knew that it was a pointless battle . He couldn't see a way out and at that moment, all he could think of was avoiding the overwhelming urge to pee.

The intensifying pressure in his bladder was something Mikey hadn't felt before. A surge of anxiety hit him, recognizing his desperate predicament and the looming prospect of having to resort to using his nappy, just as a baby would.

He remained blissfully unaware of the intricate web Alison had been weaving around him. She had meticulously orchestrated a sequence of situations to place him in progressively compromising positions, heightening the chances of him having an 'accident.'

Every time Mikey wet the nappy, it would reinforce her argument for keeping him in them indefinitely.

To ensure the success of her plan, she had been covertly adding diuretics to Mikey's drinks. This not only intensified his frequency of bathroom visits but also the urgency. As a masterstroke in her scheme, Alison had also timed everything such that Mikey was changed into his nappy for the supermarket visit before he could even think of using the toilet.

Mikey shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, his face scrunched up in evident distress. His hands instinctively went to his lower abdomen, pressing lightly as if to ward off the growing urgency.

His eyes darted around frantically, searching for a sign or indication of a nearby bathroom. Every so often, he'd cross his legs, squeezing them tightly together in a futile attempt to control the building pressure. Small beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, and his breathing became more shallow and rapid. He tried to distract himself, occasionally hopping in place or squeezing the sides of his legs, but the unmistakable dance of desperation was evident to anyone who chanced upon him.

Alison reveled in Mikey's discomfort. She had anticipated a moment like this, though she hadn't imagined it would come about so soon in her plan. His disobedience, coupled with the unexpected ease of executing the initial phase of her scheme, had given her the licence to expedite the long term goal of returning him back to nappies full time.

Instead of rushing home, she purposely lingered in conversation with Clare, hoping to heighten the likelihood of Mikey wetting his nappy. With the amount of diuretics inside him, she knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. It was just a matter of time.

As Mikey's unease reached fever pitch, he hesitantly broke into the conversation between Clare and Alison,

"Can we please leave? I really need to use the toilet."

Without sparing him a glance, Alison replied coldly, "Don't be so rude, Mikey. Can't you see that I'm in a conversation? Behave like a big boy. If you can't hold it like a big boy then you'll have use your nappy like a baby and I'll deal with you when we get home."

Purposefully ignoring her stepson's urgency to return home, she carried on conversing with Clare, who eagerly listened to every detail of Michael's escapades.

Mikey's eyes widened in sudden alarm, a look of sheer disbelief crossing his face. Despite his best efforts, he felt a warm rush as he involuntarily began to pee into the nappy.

The sensation was foreign and deeply embarrassing; he was a big boy, and yet here he was, wetting a nappy as a baby would.

As the wetness spread, his body tensed, and his cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. It was unmistakable from his posture and expression what was transpiring.

The girls witnessing this spectacle, exchanged a mix of shocked and amused glances. Giggles and laughter rippled out into the air as they realised what had just happened and what this meant for their plan.

Rosie was the first to pinpoint his predicament. With a teasing smile, she declared, "Looks like someone isn't a big boy after all. Have you had an accident?!"

Then, without warning, she began to lower his bottoms, revealing the damp nappy for everyone to see. Mikey's desperate effort to intervene was brushed aside as she swatted his hands away and pressed the front of the nappy, feigning a check for its wetness like she was checking a toddler.

Mikey's cheeks flushed a deep red as the sensation of warmth grew, and a pronounced wet patch formed on the front of his nappy.

Ethan scampered over to see what was happening. Upon spotting the sodden nappy, his eyes lit up with childish glee. "The baby wet himself! Baby! Baby! Baby!" he chanted with delight.

To Mikey's horror, Isabelle soon joined in with her younger brother, echoing the same chant.

Dumbfounded, Mikey faced the reality that he, who had been a bully just a short while ago, was now being humiliated in public, by a toddler.

Time seemed to stand still as onlookers paused their shopping to stare, their attention drawn by the shouting of Clare's grandchildren, and the sight of a boy of Mikey's age standing in a wet nappy.

Throughout this spectacle, both Clare and Alison remained passive, neither intervening nor commenting. They simply watched, allowing the events to play out on their own. The raucous only ceased when Rosie stepped in to pull up Mikey's bottoms, concealing the nappy and silencing the uproarious chants of Ethan and Isabelle.

By now, tears streamed down Mikey's face. Katie's words, spoken in a tone one might use with a toddler, did little to console him. "There, there, Mikey," she cooed. "We'll get you home into a nice, dry nappy in no time at all."

Clare, chimed in. "He can't stay in that condition. He might develop a rash...."

Before Clare could continue, she was interrupted by Ethan who was tugging at her shirt, "Grandma, I need to use the toilet like a big boy."

"Good job, Ethan! Such a big boy you are. Let's take you to the toilet, okay?" she said, glancing pointedly at Mikey, emphasizing the contrast between them.

Clare hesitated for a moment before addressing Alison, "While I am there with Ethan, should I change Mikey too? If you have a clean nappy, I can take him into the changing room."

Mikey's eyes widened in disbelief, as he looked at Alison, his expression begging her to refuse.