This story is written by Elfy
“You really think it is a good idea?” Karen asked Steven a couple of days later.
Ritchie had been sent to bed at 9pm that evening, a new bedtime that his mother and brother had set him as part of the new regime.
“You heard the psychiatrist.” Steven responded as he scrolled through the online shop looking at all the oversized toddler equipment, “We have to start treating him like a baby if we want him to recover. Besides, some of this stuff is cute!”
Steven was secretly thrilled. Ritchie had tried fighting it but slowly he was being forced into his new place. There had been tantrums, shouting and a lot of tears as his adult rights were slowly stripped away from him. Steven had watched Ritchie complain at every single adult privilege that he lost but no amount of tears or begging had spared Ritchie from the new regime.
“I know but…” Karen put her face in her hands, “It’s just difficult.”
“I know it is mom, but this is for his own good. He will recover with our help.” Steven swivelled around in the computer chair to his mother who was standing behind him. He stood up and gave her a quick hug before sitting back down and facing the computer again.
Steven felt his mom give him a little squeeze on the shoulder as he hovered the mouse over the buy button. He clicked and secured Ritchie’s future. On the outside he appeared solemn, on the inside he was beaming. Nobody knew what he was doing and this whole experiment had gone a lot longer and a lot better than he could ever have expected. The power was intoxicating.
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A few days later Steven heard the doorbell go and headed out to the landing. His mom opened the door and it quickly became clear that it was the delivery that he was waiting for. He rushed downstairs so that he could help out, he was eager to see the new equipment.
“Oh Steven, thank you for coming to help.” Karen said to her youngest son as he bounded down the stairs, “But could you maybe check on your brother first? He is overdue for a change, just make sure he is OK and then come back to help carry all this stuff upstairs.”
“Sure.” Steven replied with a smile, “Happy to help.”
Steven walked back up the stairs. His smile faltered slightly as he ascended the stairs back up towards Ritchie’s bedroom. This was easily Steven’s least favourite part of the new dynamic. He loved seeing his brother helpless and padded but he hated having to be the one that dealt with diaper changes.
Steven walked through the open door to Ritchie’s bedroom, Ritchie was no longer allowed privacy as part of his new status. He strolled through the open door to find Ritchie sitting at his computer. Ritchie seemed totally engrossed in his game and didn’t notice when Steven walked in and stood behind him.
It was plainly obvious the hypnotic message was having a strong effect. Steven made sure to only look at the screen briefly but he could see that Ritchie had got significantly worse at the game that he had once been very good at. His coordination seemed to be severely lacking and it looked like he kept forgetting which button to press at the right time.
Just as Ritchie died in his game, Steven reached around Ritchie’s chair and pushed his hand against his brother’s diaper.
“HEY!” Ritchie loudly complained. His lip stuck out like a toddler, “What are you doing!?”
“I’m checking if you need your diaper changed.” Steven said neutrally as he prodded and poked the clearly wet padding.
Ritchie tried to ignore his brother’s checking but he couldn’t help being distracted when he was being poked such as he was. As he died yet again in his game he banged his keyboard in frustration. He tried to stop it but his eyes got very watery, he just didn’t know how to deal with this frustration anymore.
“OK, you need a change. Come on, I will do it before the new furniture is brought up.” Stephen said as he took hold of his brother’s hand.
“New furniture? A change? No… Can’t mom do it?” Ritchie whined. Even as he complained he allowed his brother to direct him over to the bed.
“Yes, me and mom have bought some new things for your bedroom and no, mom can’t change you. She is sorting out the new stuff.”
“You aren’t changing me! I’m not a baby! I want mommy!” Ritchie yelled as he stamped his feet. The tantrum that was never far away erupted as he stood his ground. He looked just like a baby in just a t-shirt and diaper the attire matching an attitude reminded Steven of a grouchy baby.
“Ritchie.” Steven said warningly, “Mom told me to check and change you so get on the bed.”
“No!” Ritchie yelled. He stuck out his tongue and smiled.
Steven, feeling his own temper flare grabbed Ritchie’s arm again and pulled him forward. He sat down on the bed and pulled his sibling over his knee. With a feeling of great satisfaction, he started pulling his arm back and whipping it forward again as he spanked his brother repeatedly and as hard as he could manage.
It wasn’t long until Ritchie was wailing and kicking his feet as he struggled against Steven’s grip. Every spank seemed to sting worse than the previous one and soon Ritchie was begging for mercy, it was like his butt was on fire.
Eventually Steven relented from the assault. For a few moments Ritchie just stayed where he was as he continued to cry loudly before slowly pulling himself off of his younger brother’s lap and standing in front of him.
Steven looked at his older sibling and panted slightly from the effort of the spanking. He could see Ritchie was very red in the face and had tears tracks down his cheeks as he continued to snivel. Both his hands went behind him to rub his bruised behind.
“Now Ritchie, I’m only doing this for your own good, OK?” Steven said to his brother as Ritchie bowed his head, “You need to get used to how things are.”
Ritchie felt furious at how he was being treated but also felt powerless to stop it. He knew that mommy would always side with Steven now. Just as Ritchie resigned himself to being changed again he suddenly had a wicked idea. He let out a little giggle and without a second thought started to squat slightly. If Steven was going to change him, the least Ritchie could do to get his own back was make it as unpleasant as possible!
“Now Ritchie, get on the bed and… What are you doing?” Steven asked before his eyes flew wide, “RITCHIE, NO!”
It was too late. Ritchie had squatted down low and scrunched up his face, Steven watched Ritchie’s face get redder as he did the most infantile thing he could do. Steven could do nothing but watch as his older brother started messing his diaper.
Ritchie pushed with all of his tummy muscles as he tried to empty himself into his tightly taped diaper. After a muffled fart that caused Steven to put his head in his hands, Ritchie felt a semi-solid mass almost explode into the back of his diaper. Ritchie closed his eyes and held his breath as he pushed again. He felt even more poop escape his body into the sticky and warm confines of his diaper. Despite himself, he giggled and even felt himself getting a little excited within his diaper. Ritchie grunted slightly as he made sure he had completely emptied his bowels on himself.
Finally, Ritchie finished his intentional accident and stood back up again with a huge grin. Steven looked at him with a mixture of anger and disbelief that Ritchie would do that to himself just to get back at someone.
Ritchie voluntarily walked to the bed, with a noticeable waddle, and laid himself down. He made sure to rub his bottom on the bed a bit and spread the mess, he giggled as he did so, making sure that the diaper was in as bad a state as possible for his brother. He found Steven’s shocked face hilarious.
“Change my diapee!” Ritchie said in between giggles.
Steven stood up wordlessly and stood in front of his stinky brother. The smell was starting to spread and it was far from nice. Steven pulled the tapes off the front of the diaper and with hesitation he lowered the front gagging at the sight and smell from within. Steven’s reaction just caused Ritchie to giggle even more.
Steven turned and pulled something out of the drawer, something he had put in the drawer the previous day, a large pacifier with the words “Baby Boy” written on it. Steven was scowling as he reached forward and pushed it into Ritchie’s giggling mouth silencing him.
Ritchie was shocked to start with and wasn’t sure what to do but after giving the latex teat a cautious suck he quickly found it to be quite soothing and he soon fell into a rhythm, sighing softly in relaxation as his younger brother continued to clean his very messy diaper area.
It took ten long minutes for Steven to finish the task but finally, having wiped his brother clean he was able to tape him into a new diaper. Steven had to be very careful again as his brother’s excited tool kept getting in the way. By the time Steven had finished Ritchie was happily sucking on the pacifier as if he had been doing it his whole life.
“Phew! What stinks?” Karen came through the bedroom door with a big box. She carried it into the middle of the room and put it down as Steven was just finishing with the tapes.
“That would be Ritchie.” Steven said grimly. He pointed to the used diaper on the floor.
“Well, I guess it is something we will both have to get used to.” Karen said with a rather sad sigh as she looked at her older son who was happily sucking his new dummy and crinkling around in his diaper.
Cutting the box open revealed a large set of bars. Steven headed over to help and together with his mom he lifted the bars into position. Karen took the screwdriver and started putting the bars up on the sides of Ritchie’s bed. It took a surprisingly short time for the bars to be put up completely and Ritchie watched with a strange detachment as his family caged him in.
Ritchie flinched slightly when Karen reached her hand in and pressed against the bottom of his diaper. She sighed slightly as she felt a slight dampness. Ritchie couldn’t remember having another accident and he knew that he should be concerned about it but at the moment all he could focus on was the soothing suckling.
Over the next few hours Karen and Steven carried more and more equipment and toys up the stairs and set about putting it all together. Ritchie watched from his bed, after all the excitement of the earlier change he had started to feel more and more dread about what was happening. He watched as a new changing table was set up, it was full of supplies and made it look like they were prepared to make this his home for the long haul. He watched as toys and stuffed animals were sprinkled all over the room, video game consoles and shelves full of books were removed to make way for new toys and childish books.
“Where are we going to set up the rocking horse?” Steven asked panting slightly as he had just lifted the box all the way up the stairs.
Karen looked around the increasingly cramped nursery that they were building. She had just been attaching a music playing mobile over the bed.
“How about we take the computer out and put it over there.” Karen suggested, “It isn’t like Ritchie will need it in his new state.”
“The computer!?” Both boys said simultaneously. Ritchie saw it as the last vestige of his adulthood and for it to be stripped away really confirmed that he was now no more than an infant. His favourite past time, without it he had no idea how he would fill his time. Steven, on the other hand, knew that without the computer the message would no longer get reinforced. He wanted Ritchie to suffer his baby fate for at least a few months.
“Yes… The computer.” Karen said to both of them with a small laugh, “I won’t want baby Ritchie using it until he’s ready to grow up again and you already have your own. Hmm, maybe I could use it.”
“NO!” Steven yelled, “I mean… Sure, but you should let me clean it up first so that it runs properly.”
“Oh, what would I do without you!” Karen leant forward and gave Steven a hug before wheeling the computer out of the room leaving Steven and Ritchie alone.
Steven looked around at the room. Everything about it now screamed that it was a toddler’s room. Even though he had done so much and disrupted Ritchie to an incredible extent he still felt defeated. Despite everything he had done, without the computer reinforcing the message he was pretty sure that the message would fade and it would not be long before Ritchie started fighting the effects off.
Ritchie looked sadly around the room through the bars of his bed. Gone were his trophies, his electronics, his books, his computer… Everything had been taken away leaving him with nothing but toddler toys. He was still reeling from the fact that he was truly going to be nothing more like a toddler until he recovered, if he recovered. Ritchie shuddered at the prospect but found his pacifier soothed him as he sat back down. He felt a warmth spread throughout his crotch and barely gave it a second thought.
Steven looked at the crib and shook his head before leaving the room. He had come so close to turning his older brother into a helpless, babbling infant for a long time. He had been thwarted at the last moment by something he didn’t think about.
Sitting back at his computer he put his head in his hands, it had been hours since Stephen left Ritchie’s room and he was still trying to think of some way of keeping the regression going. If only there was a way he could still get the message into Ritchie’s mind without the computer. Suddenly he sprung to his feet, a lightning bolt of an idea had hit his brain.
Stephen crept down to his brother’s bedroom and poked his head inside. Ritchie had fallen asleep on top of his covers, his very visibly wet diaper was prominently on display. What interested Stephen more though was the mobile above the makeshift crib.
Creeping over to the bed Stephen turned off the mobile that had been softly playing music and gently detached it. He did his best to not wake the baby as he took down the mobile and carried it back to his bedroom.
Setting it down on his desk he began typing away on his computer as he ran his program and started tinkering with things. He cracked open several cans of cola over the next few hours as he clicked away and modified file after file in his attempt to change the subliminal messaging.
“Aha!” He yelled hours later before remembering it was the middle of the night and turning his volume down.
Steven attached a cable from his PC to the mobile and began programming his new message. He was confident this was the last time he would need to do this until he was ready to allow Ritchie to grow up again.
As the file began to transfer he leant back in his chair and smiled. He watched the progress bar slowly fill up as his tired and heavy eyes let him know how late it was. According to the clock it had gone well past midnight by the time Steven had finished tinkering.
This story is written by Elfy
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