First day

When Peter woke up again, light was streaming in through the lace curtains. He felt very well rested, but his diaper was now very uncomfortable. All he had to do was find someone to change him. Elizabeth wasn't in bed. So he got up and left the room. He found Nicole in the living room.

"Good morning, Peter." Nicole greeted him. "I see you've made friends with Felicity."

Peter hadn't even noticed, but he was still holding the teddy bear. He blushed deeply at his childishness, but he didn't put it down.

"Good morning," he replied. "Um... can you change my diaper, please."

"Sure." Nicole led him back to his bedroom and laid him on the changing mat. She pulled down his plastic pants and took off his diaper and threw it in the diaper pail. She wiped him down before folding a new one and pinning him in it.

Once she was wearing her plastic pants, she hugged Peter and they left the room. This time she pointed out that she had put Felicity on the bed.

They ran into Elizabeth in the hallway. "Good morning, Peter." She greeted him with a real warm hug.

"Good morning, Mom." She returned the hug.

Do you need a diaper change?

"I changed her," Nicole informed her.

"Isn't Amanda a good big sister?" Elizabeth suggested.

"Yes, Mom." Peter agreed.

Don't forget to take the dirty diapers to the laundry room. Elizabeth reminds her daughter. You don't want to stink up Peter's room.

"Oh, sorry, Mom." Nicole handed Peter to her mother and went back into the room to get the diaper pail.

"Come on, Peter, have breakfast." Elizabeth led him into the kitchen, where she poured him a bowl of cereal. Once again, she sat him down on her lap and fed him with a spoon, praising him for his cooperation.

Despite Peter's best efforts to earn his praise, he still ended up with cereal on his chin and his nightgown. Elizabeth didn't seem to mind.

After breakfast, Elizabeth cleaned him up and put the blanket in the living room to play. Looking back at the toys, she found some large blocks, trying to amuse herself by building things with them.

It wasn't long before she felt a familiar unease in her stomach. She needed to poop. She got up and followed Elizabeth.

"Mommy," she said nervously.

"What's Peter?" Elizabeth asked.

"I need to use the toilet."

"I told you. You don't use the toilet. That's what your diaper is for."

"But I have to poop."

"That's what your diaper is for, silly."

Peter turned back to the blanket. He was going to mess himself up. There was no escaping it. Either then or soon, when he couldn't take it anymore. At least not for the moment.

Crouching, he **** the mess into his diaper. He felt it spreading all over his bottom. Now he was done, and he looked more like a toddler than ever, afraid to move, because any movement would spread the rot further.

Nicole soon found him, still frozen in place. Boo told her what was wrong. "Someone has a messy diaper."

"It feels so gross," Peter groaned. "I don't want to move."

"I'm getting Mommy." Then Nicole called out instead of going to find her. "Mommy. Peter has a messy diaper."

Surprise and embarrassment caused Peter to lose his balance in his awkward position and he fell down, spilling his diaper all over the place. He felt like crying.

Elizabeth appeared soon after. “You can change him if you like.”

Nicole shook her head. “No. You’re his mom.”

“Okay.” Elizabeth hugged Peter and rested her head on his shoulder. “But you need to watch so you know what to do. If I’m out when he poops, you can’t just leave him there until I get home. He’ll get a rash.”

Elizabeth carried Pyar to her bedroom, every step reminding her of his diaper.

Elizabeth laid Peter down on the bed once more, took off his plastic pants, and unfastened his diaper. The smell got worse as she untied them.

She found Nicole watching her as her mother grabbed a wet wipe and got to work. She could feel that he had poo all over him. Could Nicole look at him the same way after seeing him like this?

Elizabeth, when she was done, dropped the diaper into the waiting bin and then asked Amanda. “Can you bring a disposable one? We’re going out this morning.”

“Going out?” Peter panicked. “Where are we going?”

“We’re going to visit Mommy’s friend.” Elizabeth said as Nicole handed him the adult diaper. “It’s okay. She already knows all about you and is excited to meet my new baby’s diaper.”

Elizabeth unrolled the white disposable diaper and placed it under Peter’s bottom. It was thinner than the cloth diapers. Peter was grateful for that because it was taped shut.

“I’ll deal with this,” Elizabeth told Nicole, taking the diaper bin from her. “Can you please wear Peter’s clothes.”

“No problem.” Nicole opened the closet.

Peter’s clothes were gone. In their place were a few items she and her mother had bought on their shopping trip the day before. She pulled out some denim shorts and a red T-shirt, laying them on the bed before going to the drawers and finding some matching red socks and a pair of shiny black shoes.

She gathered up the shorts and pulled Stefan's legs into them, stretching them up to his feet and over his diaper. Then she pulled the T-shirt over his head. Finally, she completed the outfit by slipping his feet into the shoes and pulling on their buckles.

"Perfect Shaya"No praise." she announced. "Now let's do something with that hair."

Peter had neglected to cut his hair since losing his job. It didn't take long, but it gave Nicole something to work with. She sat her down in front of her old dressing table and combed it.

Elizabeth returned with a large bag. "I'll just pack the diaper bag and we're good to go." She packed some changing supplies into the bag along with any other bits and pieces she thought they might need, and after a final check, she zipped it up. "Time to go, Peter."

"Goodbye, Peter." Mikol said, hugging him. "Have fun."

"Wait," Peter said. "You're not coming?" He had only convinced himself that he could handle going out like this because he thought Nicole would be there, hugging him.

"I have a job interview," he explained. "But don't worry, Mommy will take care of you."

Elizabeth He led her to his car and threw her into the backseat. "I expect you to be on your best behavior," he warned her as they drove.

"Yes, Mom," she replied.

They soon parked in the driveway of another house. Janet got out and then put her arms around Peter and led him to the front door. She looked around nervously as Elizabeth rang the doorbell and they waited.

A woman about Elizabeth's age opened the door. "Hello, Elizabeth." Then she looked at Peter and smiled warmly. "And this must be little Peter."

"Hello, Lisa." Elizabeth greeted her friend. "Peter. This is Mrs. James. Say hello."

"Hello, Mrs. James." Peter said with a sense of humor.

"Come in." The woman led them in. "Would you like some tea?"

"That would be lovely." Elizabeth went inside with Peter in her arms.

“I have some books with different options for you to look at on the coffee table,” Mrs. James said as she showed them to her lounge. “Of course the patterns will be in toddler sizes, but I can still work them into something that fits Peter.”

Peter saw a stack of books with baby clothes patterns on the table and realized why they were there.

“I’m just going to put the tea on,” Mrs. James excused herself.

Elizabeth picked up one of the books and sat down on the sofa. Peter was still sitting on her lap.

“Would you like to play on the rug?” Elizabeth said to him.

Peter moved obediently across the floor and Elizabeth took a doll out of the diaper bag and gave it to him to play with.

Without doing anything, she examined the doll and turned it over in her hands. It was a baby doll, and it was wearing a dress similar to her own. She was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, like him, with no socks. She was wearing a disposable diaper under her skirt, like him.

Mrs. James returned with the tea. “Can I get something for Peter?”

“Thank you, but I don’t want him to spill anything on your carpet,” Elizabeth replied. “I brought him a bottle.”

She reached into the diaper bag. Peter was afraid for a moment to pull out his baby bottle, but it was just a baby water bottle with a straw.

Peter accepted the bottle and looked at it. It was definitely designed for a child. Around the sides were printed teddy bears, in pink and blue costumes, in various ballet poses.

“That’s a very pretty bottle you have,” Mrs. James told Peter. “Do you do ballet?”

Peter shook his head.

“Peter. Be polite and use words.” Elizabeth corrected him.

"No, Miss James."

"Do you like it?" Miss James asked. I used to teach ballet.

"No. Thank you, Miss James." Peter did his best to politely decline.

"Are you really teaching her ballet?" Elizabeth ignored his refusal.

"Sure. I taught your girls," Miss James replied. "And Peter seems like a very sweet boy."

"I told you." Peter shook his head. "I don't want to do ballet."

"Peter." Elizabeth said seriously. "Come here."

Peter immediately realized his mistake. All he could do was try to appease her. He stood up and moved toward her.

"Lie on my lap," she directed.

He did as he was told. Elizabeth pulled down her shorts and then her diaper, exposing her lower body to Miss James.

When she started hitting, Elizabeth said, "That was so rude. You don't talk to grown-ups like that."

At first the beating was more embarrassing than painful, but after a while his bottom began to burn. "Please stop. I won't be rude again," Peter begged.

Elizabeth wasn't satisfied that she had learned her lesson. She kept going until the pain and humiliation became too much and Peter began to sob.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." She apologized to Mrs. James and helped Peter to his feet.

"That's fine," her friend replied. "Little children need discipline."

Elizabeth pulled Peter's diaper shorts over his red bottom and instructed him. "Now I'm sorry Mrs. James."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. James," Peter said, tears still streaming down his cheeks.

"We all make mistakes, honey. Just try to be a good little girl, which I know you can be." Miss James stood up and hugged her tightly. "And don't worry. I'll still teach you ballet."

"Thank you, Miss James." She tried to look happy.

The women turned and discussed what to dress her in, and she returned to her place on the carpet, glad to have her diaper between her aching bottom and the floor.

While she did nothing else, she sipped water from her bottle and was soon He emptied his. Mrs. James helped him fill it up and he finished it again. It wasn't long before all that water was making its way to his bladder and demanding to be released.

He wondered if he could hold it in long enough to get home. Not that it would make much difference, he was still wearing a diaper, but it was more private. When Miss James brought out sandwiches for lunch, it was clear they weren't leaving anytime soon.

He let go with a sigh and wet the diaper. Wetting his cloth diaper felt different. The pad quickly removed the liquid from his skin, but as it did, it expanded and became firmer. It was still uncomfortable, just in a different way than his cloth diaper.

Finally, Elizabeth made her choices and Mrs. James said, "I just need to measure Peter." She stood up, grabbing a measuring tape, and held out her hand to Peter. "Get up, honey."

Peter accepted her help and stood up. Miss James began measuring, starting at the neck and arms and working her way down to his waist. Then she reached his feet. Holding one end of the tape measure as an ankle, she ran the tape measure from the inside of his leg to his groin, feeling for the swollen, puffy area between his legs. “I think Peter needs a diaper change.”

“Do you mind if I change him here?” Elizabeth asked.

“Go ahead.” Miss James pointed to the last measurement. “I’m done.”

Elizabeth took the necessary supplies from the diaper bag and spread a changing mat on the floor.

Peter didn’t want to change in front of this woman, but he knew that refusing would get him another beating, so he lay down on the mat without being asked.

Elizabeth got to work, pulling her panties down to her ankles and then unbuttoning her diaper and opening it between her legs, revealing her cock.

Mrs. James didn't react at all. She continued her conversation with Elizabeth as if everything was perfectly normal. "I have all the fabrics I need for the first outfits and they'll be ready in a few days."

Peter realized that this made him feel small. He should at least laugh at the grown man changing his diaper on his break room floor. Instead he reacted as if he really was a toddler.

"Thank you so much, Lisa," Elizabeth said, wiping her down. "I can't wait to see them on her."

When do you want to start her ballet lessons? Mrs. James asked as Elizabeth picked up the used diaper and replaced it with a clean one. "I can do it first thing tomorrow if you like. How about 9 o'clock?"

"That would be great." Elizabeth taps Peter into his new diaper and helps him stand up so he can pull up his pants.

"I'll get him a tutu," Mrs. James says happily.

"I better get Peter home," Elizabeth says before saying, "He's done for his nap."

The women say their goodbyes and Elizabeth takes Peter home. They find Nicole waiting for them.

"How was the job interview?" Elizabeth asks her daughter.

"I think it was more of a formality," Nicole replies. "I'm pretty sure I've had it before."

"I'll just put Peter away for his nap and you can tell me everything."

Elizabeth takes Peter to her bedroom. There she pulls him into his T-shirt and diaper. She stuck two fingers into the elastic band to check if it was wet. “It’s still dry.” She found Felicity and handed her the teddy bear. “To bed.”

As she led her inside, they heard the doorbell ring. Nicole answered it. “Hi, George. Are the flowers for me?”

“I just wanted to give you the good news in person,” George replied. “You have the job. I couldn’t tell you in the interview because it seemed like I was playing favorites.”

“Thank you, George. That’s a big help.”

Elizabeth kissed Peter’s forehead. “Have a good nap.” Then she left the room to join Nicole and George.

“That’s great news,” she said. “But please keep your voices down.”

After that, Peter could hear them, but their voices weren’t loud enough for him to understand. She couldn't believe Nicole was working for her ex-boyfriend, and she was sure Elizabeth would explain exactly who "Peter" was.

She wanted to go over there and confront them, but that meant doing it in just a T-shirt and diaper. It also probably meant getting beat up in front of George for getting out of bed before his nap was over. So she lay there, imagining them laughing at her, imagining George making a move on Nicole.

Luckily George wasn't there for long, but, even after Peter heard her leave, he couldn't stop thinking about it. How could he stop George from stealing Nicole while she was still in her diaper?

It wasn't long before he needed to use his diaper again. He didn't want to do that. Especially now, he wanted to be a man. A man who could tell George to back off. However, she also knew that holding him wouldn't do her any good and wouldn't get him any closer to getting out of diapers. So she stuffed her diaper and lay there feeling like a toddler until Elizabeth returned.

"Did you have a good nap?" Once again, she checked his diaper by inserting her fingers through the foot hole. She took him to the changing table and said, "Lazy, Mommy's changing your diaper."

Peter was lying on the changing mat, on the wooden bed.

While Elizabeth cleaned him up and changed his disposable diaper to a cloth one and plastic pants. Elizabeth hugged him and they went outside to find Nicole in the living room. George's flowers were displayed on the coffee table.

"I have good news, Peter," Nicole told him. "I have a job. I start tomorrow."

There were so many things Peter wanted to say, but this morning's beating was still fresh in his mind, so he didn't answer.

"What's wrong?" Nicole asked.

"I think he's upset that his big sister isn't here to take care of him during the day?" Elizabeth suggested.

"I'll be home on the weekends," Nicole assured him. "And I'm here now. What would you like to do?"

What he wanted most was to get him away from Elizabeth so they could talk like adults. "Come play in my room."

"Okay." Nicole smiled and led him to her bedroom.

When they were both inside, she closed the door. “I can’t believe you worked for George.”

This threw Nicole off balance a bit. She had really expected to spend the afternoon playing with her baby brother, not fighting with her husband. “When I told her you couldn’t work for her, she asked me to come over and interview her instead. She knows we need the money.”

“He’s your ex-boyfriend,” Peter reminded her. And it was clear he still had a crush on you.

“No. He’s just a friend. He wants to help.”

“I shouldn’t be stuck in a diaper here.” He felt like he was going to cry for the second time today. “I’m a man. I’m your husband. I need to get out there and get a job.”

“Shh. It’s okay.” Nicole soothed him in her arms and rubbed his back. “There’s a TV in my room. Let’s go watch a movie.” She led Peter down the hall to her bedroom. “Make yourself comfortable and I’ll find us a DVD.”

She sat Peter down on the bed. Peter glanced around the room. It was Jessica’s. While still undeniably feminine, it was much more mature than he was. There were no dolls or stuffed toys, and the TV was mounted on the wall opposite the double bed.

“I can’t believe Mom still has this,” Nicole returned, a DVD case in hand. “It was my favorite movie as a child.”

The pastel color scheme of the cover told Peter everything he needed to know about the movie. He didn’t even need to see the cartoon princesses and fairies prominently displayed in the front of the house. He didn’t complain, though. This was something Nicole wanted to share with him, and she needed to keep their bond strong in any way she could.

Nicole started the movie and sank down next to Peter. She took his arm behind her and placed her hand on his plump hip, using it to pull him closer to her. Peter relaxed against her, breathing in her scent.

The movie wasn't that bad, it was definitely for little girls, but Peter realized he didn't care. Or maybe he could enjoy watching anything with Nicole holding him. When the credits rolled, Nicole stood up and pulled out the DVD, but Peter held her. She wanted to stay in his arms. Amanda smiled, and this time she couldn't resist the urge to touch the bottom of her diaper.

They stayed like that until the doorbell rang.

"That'll be Jessica," Nicole said. "She's babysitting you tonight."

"What?" Peter sat up.

"Mom and I are going out to celebrate my new job."

"I don't want your sister to see me like this."

"Come on." Nicole stood up and took his hand. "I'll be with you."

Nicole hugged her and led her into the living room where Jessica and Elizabeth were waiting. Jessica immediately burst out laughing. "Oh my god! He's really wearing a diaper."

Peter rested his head on Nicole's shoulder and held her tightly. He wanted to stand in front of her, but what could he say while he was dressed like that?

"He," Elizabeth reminded her daughter. "Until he's retrained, he's your little brother."

Jessica corrected herself. "Does he really use his diapers?"

"Yes," Elizabeth says. And you better not put him in a dirty diaper. I don't want him to get a rash.

At this point Jessica started laughing again.

"Maybe this is a bad idea," Nicole said.

"Nonsense," Elizabeth says. Tanya has had a nanny before. She knows what she's doing.

"Yeah. Don't worry." Jessica gave Peter a smile that made him want to hide in Nicole's arms. "Peter and I are going to have a great time together."

"Okay." Elizabeth headed for her room. "Nicole and I need to get ready. Can you please check Peter's diaper and then feed him dinner. It's already on the table."

"It's okay, Mom." Jessica stifled a laugh.

Nicole tried to release Peter and set him down on the floor. "It'll be okay." She was trying as hard to convince herself as Peter was. Jessica stepped forward and held out her hands to Peter, "Come here, little one, come to sister." Nicole finally released Peter from her arms and handed him to Jessica. She glanced back worriedly as she went to her room.

Now alone with Peter, Jessica was holding him. "Is there poop in your diaper?" She giggled and pulled back the plastic pants and diaper to look down at him. "No. Good boy. Let's keep it that way. I don't want to change any messy diapers tonight." He moved around to face her, squeezing her groin. "No. It's not wet either."

He led her to the table where they found a plate of chicken nuggets and vegetables, chopped into sticks. Kenna He was sitting at his sippy cup. “You don’t have a high chair?” Tanya teased. “You’re a big boy, aren’t you?”

Peter was just grateful that it was finger food and he didn’t have to endure the humiliation Tanya was feeding him. But Jessica sat down on the chair and set Peter on her lap and began feeding Peter.

When he was done eating, they went back to the living room and waited for Janet and Amanda to get ready.

“Did Peter finish his dinner?” Elizabeth asked when she returned.

“Yes, Mom.” Jessica told her.

“Okay,” Elizabeth said. His bedtime is seven-thirty and he needs a bath before then.

“I’ll take care of that.”

Nicole appeared. Peter thought she looked stunning and wished he’d come with her.

“Ready to go?” Elizabeth checked her handbag one last time.

“Yes.” Nicole replied.

Elizabeth kissed Peter on the forehead, which was in Jessica's arms. "Goodnight, Peter. Be a good boy to Jessica."

Nicole hugged him tightly and whispered. "It's only been a few hours."

Then they were gone and Peter was alone with Jessica.

"You're even more pathetic than I thought." With Elizabeth and Nicole gone, he could say what he really thought. A real man would never let his mother-in-law turn him into a boy."

Peter didn't know what to do. He couldn't find any words to defend himself and just stood there frozen. He was wrapped in a diaper in Jessica's arms.

"I guess you were never a man," she continued. "Maybe you were always a little kid."

She took out her phone and started taking selfies of herself and Peter in her arms.

"What are you doing?" Peter tried to stop Jessica, setting her down on the floor and taking pictures of Peter again, Peter still trying to hide his diaper from the camera and failing. "Stop it!"

"I don't have any pictures of my baby brother." Jessica ignored his protests. "What if I want to show you to my friends?"

"No." she insisted. "Please don't."

"Or maybe I can send them to your friends, show them the real you." she threatened. "I'm sure I can find your phone to get their number."

"Please." she begged. "Don't do this."

"If you're a good little boy and do everything I say, I won't do this."

"Okay." He was trapped.

"Okay." He smiled wickedly. Now the kids won't walk. I want you crawling by the end of the night."

Peter got down on his hands and knees.

Jessica laughed at how much this made her pillowy bottom stand out. She took the opportunity to take more pictures.

"Go on," Jessica ordered. "Crawl like the baby you are."

As Peter complied, he felt the pressure on his bladder again. He wondered if he could hold it in until Jessica put him to bed. Of course, then he would be in a wet diaper all night, but it was better than Jessica changing him.

Now lie down on the blanket and play with your doll. Jessica took more pictures before her phone rang.

"Hi, Susan." She answered it, giving Peter a much-welcomed break.

"No. I'm babysitting tonight."

"You won't believe this.