Caught In Diapers

Chapter 1
Caught In Diapers

Chapter Description: Brandon is caught wearing diapers by his mother and little sister. His mother decides to keep him in diapers for the rest of the summer.

CAUGHT IN DIAPERS

Brandon smiled behind his pacifier as he crawled around the room. Having
had a lot to drink earlier, he knew it wouldn't be long before he wet his
diaper again. He knew it wouldn't leak because he'd tested them before
while his mother and little sister were out. He figured he could wet the
diaper once more before he had to change it.

Sometimes he wondered what it would be like to be kept in diapers all the
time and be treated like he was a baby. He wasn't sure he'd really want
that to happen but he couldn't help but wonder. He supposed it would be
interesting but he'd miss doing things for himself.

He paused in his crawling around the room as he felt himself getting
ready to use his diaper again. Smiling, he got ready to go when a voice
called out from the doorway.

"And just WHAT are you doing, Brandon?!" his mother yelled.

Startled, he felt himself wet his diaper. He froze in mid-crawl and just
stared at his mother and little sister watching him. He tried to explain
but he knew there was nothing he could say. He was caught and there was
no way to get out of it.

"Oh, you're just too adorable!" his sister exclaimed. "Mommy! Can I
change HER diapers?"

'HER diapers?' Brandon thought, still stunned.

"No, sweetie," his mother said. "That's mommy's job."

"But I wanna help!" his sister whined.

His mother smiled at her. "And you can, honey. In fact, why don't you see
if you have something your baby sister can wear."

"Yes, mommy!" his sister said, smiling as she ran off.

His mother turned back to him and frowned. "All right, young man," she
said sternly. "Let's get your diaper changed. I don't want you getting a
rash."

Brandon started to take the pacifier out of his mouth but his mother
tapped his hand.

"You leave that right where it is," she ordered. "If you want to be a
baby, then I'll treat you like one. Now get over here so I can change
you. And you better crawl to me like a baby."

Having no choice, Brandon crawled over to his mother and she laid him on
his back.

"I don't know why you're acting like this," she said as she unfastened
the tapes and took his diaper off, "but if you want to be a baby so bad,
then you will be."

She didn't say anything else as she took some wipes that Brandon had kept
out to use when he took his diaper off, cleaned him, then rubbed baby oil
and baby powder on his bottom and front before taping a clean diaper on
him and helping him sit up.

"Now then," she said, "since it's summer vacation and you don't have
school, you'll be kept in diapers for the remainder of the summer. And
you'll be treated like a baby for that time. Is that clear?"

Brandon could only nod, trying not to cry.

"Except for baths and brushing your teeth before bed, the bathroom is off
limits to you. Since you'll be kept in diapers, you'll be using them.
I'll change you when you need it but you are not to change yourself.
We'll get your sister's old high chair out of the basement and that's
where you'll sit when you eat. I'll let you feed yourself for now but I
won't hesitate to feed you like a baby if you don't behave."

Humiliated, Brandon could feel tears running down his cheeks and he was
unable to stop them. He wondered just how bad things would get.

He didn't have long to find out.

His sister came back into his room carrying a frilly pink dress.

"Will this do, mommy?" she asked, still smiling.

Brandon's mother smiled back. "It's perfect, sweetheart. It's a good
thing your baby sister and you are about the same size. I think she'll
look very pretty in this."

Brandon blushed as his mother made him lift his arms, took off the shirt
he was wearing and put the dress on him.

Brandon's face burned with shame as his mother adjusted the dress and his
little sister smirked at him. He hoped this wouldn't go on for long but
he was wrong.

"Now then," his mother said, standing up, "why don't you help your baby
sister into the living room and play with her while I get dinner ready?"

"Yes mommy!" his sister said eagerly. "And I'll bring some toys for her
to play with!"

"That sound fine, sweetheart," his mother said, then she turned and left
the room.

"Come on, BRENDA," his sister said, smiling. "Your BIG SISTER is going to
take care of you while mommy's busy."

Brandon took the pacifier out of his mouth. "Knock it off, Ally," he
said.

"Don't talk back to your big sister, Brenda," Ally said. "In fact, you
shouldn't talk at all because you're a baby and babies can't talk."

"Whatever," Brandon muttered as she left the room. Frowning, he followed
her.

"You have to crawl, Brenda," Ally said. "Babies can't walk."

"Oh, come on," Brandon said. "I can walk just fine."

"You're a BABY, Brenda," Ally pointed out. "And babies CRAWL."

"I'm not going to crawl," Brandon said.

"Mommy!" Ally called out. "Brenda isn't crawling like she should!"

Brandon's mother came into the room and glared at him. "You're a baby and
babies crawl," she said. She crossed her arms and waited for Brandon to
crawl around.

Humiliated, Brandon dropped to his hands and knees and started crawling
into the living room.

"That's better," his mother said. "Just remember, as long as you're being
treated like a baby, you'll act like a baby. If you don't, we'll see if a
spanking will change your attitude." then she turned and went back into
the kitchen.

"I'm going to enjoy being the big sister for a change," Ally said,
smiling. "And taking care of my baby sister. I'm sure mommy will let me
babysit you sometimes."

Brandon just sighed. He knew it was useless to argue. All he could do was
go along with being babied for the summer and hope no one found out about
it.

Brandon crawled into the kitchen when his mother told them that dinner
was ready. After being lifted into his sister's old high chair, he had to
eat with his hands like a real baby.

Brandon knew things were only going to get worse as the weeks went on. He
could only hope that they would pass swiftly.

And adding to his humiliation, he tried to tell his mother that he needed
to use the bathroom but she ignored him. He squirmed, trying to control
himself but he felt himself wetting his diaper again. He'd have to wait
until his mother was ready before she changed him.

This was going to be a long summer.