Published: November 9th 2020, 4:19:06 am
He dug through the closet until he finally found it. His brother's newest accessory - a secure fix diaper cover meant to stop naughty boys from stripping their diapers off. He knew he shouldn't try it on but he just wanted to know what it felt like. His heart beat as he picked it up. He closed the closet door behind him and examined it.
He'd seen them put it on his brother before... he just had to slip the belts over the metal post, and then put the cap on. That was easy. The walk in closet was well lit so he had no trouble stripping off his pants to reveal the thick diaper he'd swiped from the closet earlier.
Yes, he'd been snitching diapers for some time, but each time he got a little more horny, a little braver, and now he wanted to experience some of the other things his brother felt. They were twins. His brother had just had some complications when they were born and, well, Michael never quite developed past a toddler. Only his body grew.
Meanwhile, Elijah was a normal young man on the verge of leaving home - well, normal aside from his intense curiosity about just what it was like to be Michael. His breath quickened as he imagined it. Him strapped to the bed at night in thick diapers and clothes that prevented him from stripping.
He rubbed his diaper and moaned as he thought about it. Then he opened it. Brought it down to the floor. Stepped into the garment first one leg, then the other. Then he pulled it up over his legs. The last bit took a lot of fiddling with the post and the belts, but eventually he got it nice and snug. Then the last piece - a black cap that stuck on the end. If his brother wasn't strapped down at night with his hands in mitts, he'd probably be able to just unscrew it himself.
Elijah clicked the black cap into place and moaned. He tried to pull off the diaper cover but it wouldn't budge. So this is what it felt like to be Michael. He'd been saving up his pee for this moment, and he pretended that he was stuck in the diaper cover, desperate to get it off so he didn't wet his diaper. Soon enough he lost the battle and flooded his diaper with warmth. It felt so good. He began to rub the front of his diaper faster. Faster. And harder. His heartbeat was pumping in his ears. He needed this. He needed to be in this diaper and he needed the secure fix to keep him in it. He felt his orgasm rising rapidly, approaching like a freight train and finally crashing over him.
"Ohhh-h-h-hhhh." He let out a deep guttural moan, convulsing and doubling over as he filled his diapers with creamy spurt after creamy spurt of thick cum. There was so much he could feel it wetting his thighs.
As the afterglow faded and he caught his breath, he was struck with a sense of guilt. He always felt this way after cumming in Michael's diapers, and had to immediately take them off and shower. He twisted the cap on the front of the diaper cover. Nothing. Twisted it the other way. Pulled it. Nothing. It was locked on somehow. Then he remembered the little fob that his parents used on Michael's restraints. That must be it. He had to find it quick. He quickly pulled his pants back up and shuffled over to his parents' room. They were still at work, and his brother was at adult day care. It was just him for the first few hours after school. He crept into his parents' room and dug around. He looked high and low but there was no sign of those damn fobs.
He heard his Mom's car door slam in the drive way and made a hasty retreat. He'd have to look for it later.
"Hi Mom," he said with smile, as he walked in the door. His voice trembled slighly, but he knew that there was no way for her to know what he was wearing under his pants. Soon his dad arrived home with Michael.
"Hi Dad! Hi, Baby Bro!"
"You two go play in the living room til dinner. Daddy has work to do. Micheal, you can tell your big bro all about your day at daycare!"
"Oh my gosh, big bro, you're not gonna believe what happened!" yelled Michael.
"Indoor voice, sweetie," said Dad.
"Come on, Eli!" said Michael, tugging his brother by the hand to the living room.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" said Elijah, doing his best not to waddle too obviously in his thick diapers and even thicker canvas diaper cover.
At dinner, Elijah played with his food. He worried what would happen next - usually after dinner he had to have a large bowel movement, and that was just not an option in his current predicament.
"Um, may I be excused?" he asked. "I have to use the restroom."
"Not until you finish your food, young man," said his Mom. Look, Michael is already almost done! Now set a good example for your brother.
"Yes, Ma'am," he replied, glumly.
He did his best to eat quickly and sure enough by the time he was done he was already feeling the need to go.
"Okay, can I please go now?" he asked.
"It's your turn to do the dishes, buddy," said his Dad.
"Do those first, then you can go."
"Okay, but it's an emergency!"
"You can hold it like a big boy."
"Fffine!" he said, grabbing the plates off the table and running over to the sink.
"What has gotten into him today?"
"I don't know, but we're going to have a talk about it later, do you hear that, young man?"
Elijah didn't care. He just had to finish the dishes as soon as possible and hope he could find a way to take the cover off.
When he was finally done with the dishes, he rushed up the stairs. He did one more quick search in Michael's room for the keys and did not find them. Then he said screw it and ran back downstairs to grab a pair of scissors. By now he was desperate. He hurried to the bathroom with the scissors stashed in his sleeve, but when he tried to use them to cut off the cover, he found it was too tough for the scissors to have any effect.
He broke down sobbing in frustration. His dad knocked on the door.
"Son, are you okay? What's going on?"
"N-noting, Dad!" he said, looking down at his diapered midsection, his legs spread wide by the restraining diaper cover. He knew he had lost. With one last wave of urgency, his gut finally forced out everything it had been waiting to void right into the back of his waiting diaper. He could hear it crinkle and expand into the limited space afforded by the diaper cover as the poop kept coming. By the time he was finished, it had pushed its way up the back of his butt and up to his balls in front. He bent down gingerly and pulled the pants back up, buckling them. Then he walked out of the bathroom.
"Elijah, why are you crying?" asked his Dad. "And what's that smell. Did Michael - no, he's being changed by your mother. Elijah, did you? Oh gosh, Elijah!"
His Dad simply led him by the wrist up toward Michael's bedroom, where his Mom was helping Michael down from his change.
His dad stopped in front of the changing table, and pulled Elijah's pants down. When he saw the secure fix cover, his eyes widened, and then his face hardened. His mom gaped, and Michael giggled.
"Dad, I'm sorry! I can explain!"
"No, don't bother. You know the rules. If you poop your pants, you go back into diapers."
"But those rules are for Michael, I don't need-"
"The rules are the same for the two of you - it's only fair. Now get up on the changing table, son. You're going into another diaper, and this cover is going right back on afterward."
Michael sobbed and shook his head, but a heard stare shriveled his resolve and he hoped right up on the table. His father pulled the magnetic fob off his belt loop and touched it to the front of the secure fix, releasing the magnetic lock. Easy as pie.
"Is Eli gonna be in diapers like me from now on?" asked Michael, hopefully.
"Yes he is, kiddo," said Dad. "He's gonna be just like you! Won't that be fun!"
"Oh boy! I can't wait to show you around Daycare, Eli! We're gonna have so much fun!"
Elijah threw his arms over his eyes and cried, until his father pulled them down and secured them to the table along with mitts that would prevent him from using his hands to get up to mischief.
"We're gonna have to order an extra set of everything, Momma," said Dad. "Guess we've got two babies in the family now!"