Diaper Punishment

Face the Music

The door to Wally's room creaked open, and he heard the sound of his older brother Eric's voice. His stomach churned as he anticipated the moment he'd been dreading all day. Eric walked into the room, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in the nursery-like setting and the sight of Wally dressed in a diaper and onesie.

Eric took a moment to absorb the scene. The crib, changing table, and baby toys were a stark contrast to what used to be Wally's room. Eric's expression softened as he saw his younger brother's discomfort and embarrassment.

"Hey there, Wally," Eric said, his voice gentle but with an undertone of authority. He approached the changing table where Wally stood, his face a mask of discomfort. "Looks like you're all set up for a big day, huh?"

Wally looked up at Eric, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Eric, please," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "This is really hard for me. Can we just—"

Eric cut him off gently. "No talking back, little guy," he said, his tone reminiscent of how he'd speak to Tommy, their one-and-a-half-year-old brother. "Let's get you sorted out and then we can have a bit of playtime."

Wally's eyes widened in shock. "Eric, wait! You don't have to treat me like a baby," he pleaded, his voice cracking.

Eric shook his head, still keeping up the babying act. "Come on, Wally, up on the changing table," he said firmly but gently, guiding his brother to lie down. "We've got to get you cleaned up."

Wally reluctantly climbed onto the changing table. Eric proceeded to remove the wet diaper with practiced ease, using baby wipes to clean him up. Despite his internal turmoil, Wally couldn't help but feel even more humiliated as Eric applied baby powder and fastened a fresh diaper.

"There we go," Eric said, giving Wally's nose a playful tap. "All fresh and clean. Now let's get you dressed up nice and cozy."

Wally felt his face burning as Eric dressed him in another babyish onesie. The outfit fit awkwardly but was clearly intended to emphasize his current predicament. Eric then helped him out of the changing table and guided him to the high chair.

"Up you go!" Eric said cheerfully, treating Wally like he was Tommy. "Time for a yummy snack!"

Wally climbed into the high chair, feeling utterly dehumanized. Eric strapped him in, making sure he was secure before starting to spoon-feed him baby food. The mushy carrots and peas were as unappetizing as ever, and Wally struggled to keep his composure as he ate.

"Open up for the airplane!" Eric said, making exaggerated airplane noises as he fed Wally. He used a playful tone, clearly trying to mimic the way he'd talk to a much younger child. "Good job, Wally! You're eating like a big boy!"

Wally couldn't help but feel a mix of anger and humiliation. Each spoonful of baby food seemed to emphasize his helplessness. He tried to maintain his dignity, but Eric's baby talk and playful gestures made it increasingly difficult.

After the meal, Eric helped Wally out of the high chair. "Now let's get you some playtime," Eric said, leading Wally over to the area with toys. "Why don't you play with these for a bit? I'll be right here."

Wally reluctantly sat down on the floor surrounded by toys designed for a much younger child. He picked up a soft stuffed animal, feeling utterly foolish. Eric sat nearby, keeping a watchful eye on his brother while also making sure the atmosphere remained light.

"This is so embarrassing," Wally muttered, looking away.

Eric crouched down to Wally's level, still speaking in a gentle, babyish tone. "I know it's tough, Wally, but this is part of the lesson. It's important to understand how your actions affect others."

Wally nodded, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation. The humiliation was overwhelming, but he knew there was no way out of the punishment. Eric's babying treatment, while kinder than the strict enforcement his parents might have applied, only served to highlight the gravity of his situation.

As the evening wore on, Wally continued to grapple with his embarrassment. The thought of his brother treating him like a baby, combined with the constant reminder of his actions, made the punishment feel even more intense. Despite Eric's attempts to keep the mood light and supportive, Wally couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped in a situation that was both degrading and instructive.

The room, once his sanctuary, now felt like a constant reminder of the lesson he was supposed to learn. As Wally lay in the crib later that night, the weight of his punishment settled heavily on him. He knew he had to face the week ahead with humility and a deeper understanding of the consequences of his actions.