Dinos -- (Author) redprtodd

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Author: redprtodd
Timestamp: Dec 30, 2023 at 7:11 PM
Content: With the recent closure of ABDL Story Forum I will me reposting some of my stories that used to live there to here.

This is Dino's, a vignette of sorts which has gotten extended a couple of times. I have my own personal trope ground that I retread over and over in my stories, but Dino's is perhaps the most egregious of them all, not only are my normal tropes here, but I dip my toes into some of the most overused in our community. So please forgive the cliche' parts if you can!

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Todd sat at the kitchen table with his math book open, a pencil in hand and a clean sheet of notebook paper on top of one half of the textbook. Todd frowned at the almost blank paper, his name and the date currently the only things occupying the page. Math came unusually easy to Todd, he was his middle school’s only sixth grade student in Algebra 2, which was normally an eighth-grade class. Not able to motivate himself we wondered if maybe the work was simply too easy or if perhaps he wasn’t challenged enough? Was there even any meaningful distinction between the two?

Todd could just look at most of the problems and know the answer without even having to compute anything on paper, which made the effort of having to ‘show his work’ seem all the more tedious. He could remember the first day of class when Mr. Minneretti had written on the board for the whole class that they absolutely had to show their work for everything. “I don’t harbor laziness in my class!” he had declared proudly. Todd had never previously minded showing his work, but now that it was required he found himself wanting to push back. As long as he had the correct answer then why should he have to jump through hoops?

Todd reflected for a moment more on the nearly pristine piece of paper. Nope, he didn’t feel particularly lazy because he didn’t want to do a bunch of arbitrary extra crap work for no reason. Picking up his pencil he drew a robot right in the middle of the page, and while the robot wasn’t part of the assignment he did feel better for having drawn it. Todd smiled at his creation and wished he were a robot because they probably don’t feel any angst at following instructions, even stupid ones.

Getting a fresh, robot free, sheet of paper Todd started over and with an audible sigh as he forced himself to start on the first question. He had made it to question 22 of 25 when the dryer buzzed, startling Todd and breaking his concentration. He looked across to the clock on the microwave and felt disappointment toward his earlier lack of focus. The greenish lcd proclaimed it to already be 4:32! He had wanted to be done a half hour ago. That's what sitting around daydreaming and drawing robots will do, he scolded himself. He had wanted to get to watch Naruto on the big TV in the living room, but now he would have to watch it in his room later as he and his brother couldn’t use the DVR in the den for kids shows since they had their own DVR in their bedroom.

The dryer buzzed a second time and Todd slid off the chair and walked across the kitchen to the laundry room. He opened the dryer’s door and pulled the warm bundle of bed sheets out. He spun the inside of the dryer to make sure there wasn’t a pillowcase hiding on top of one of the fins. Satisfied the dryer was indeed empty he adjusted the bundle so as to not drop anything before heading for his bedroom.

Studying the big wad of linen on the way to the room he and his brother shared, he could see his own striped sheets had tangled with Blake’s dino sheets. *My dino sheets* he corrected himself, before feeling more than a little petty and immature at being jealous over his old sheets. When Blake had turned four, Todd’s parents removed Blake’s old toddler bed and with much fanfare had given Blake Todd’s old twin bed. This meant that Todd had also gotten a new bed, sans the fanfare, but a big full size bed all the same. Todd loved his big bed, and everything was great until bedtime that first night when Todd pulled back the comforter to see solid colored sheets instead of the smiling stegosaurus, triceratops, and cartoonish t-rexes he was accustomed to. Not wanting to seem ungrateful, Todd never said anything to his parents, it wasn’t even that he really wanted his old sheets that badly, it was just that it seemed like everything that was his was somehow also his little brothers. Todd told himself that it was stupid to feel jealous that his little brother got his old stuff, but he was still irritated by the fact that no one even asked if they could give Blake the sheets Todd had gotten for his seventh birthday.

Reaching his room Todd glanced to his bed thinking about how his parents couldn’t find dinosaur sheets for a full size bed but they could sure as hell manage to find a plastic bedwetters sheet easy enough. He frowned at the crinkly mattress protector on his bed, the sunlight coming through the window making the vinyl look extra shiny. With a sigh, Todd threw the linens on top of his bed before separating the two sheet sets, he wadded the dinos into a ball and threw them on his brother's bed, but only after he had sniffed them to see if they smelled of pee. Todd was always worried that his room might smell like pee, his parents had used that excuse enough on why they should get their wet sheets in the wash as soon as possible. Thankfully both sets of sheets passed the sniff test, but there were clearly some slight discoloration on the dino sheets, whether it was from Todd’s own accidents or Blake's he couldn’t say but it was probably from Blake considering the sheets given four years of service, three of which were all Blakes.

Returning to his own bed he sniffed at his own sheets just to be certain and like the other set they smelt only of detergent and fabric softener. Todd frowned, It had been his leak this morning which had prompted the sheet washing and a frank and uncomfortable breakfast discussion between his parents about the effectiveness of the goodnights Todd had been wearing.

“Todd honey, I really don’t see any other choice, you simply wet too much for the pull-ups” His mom had explained from the kitchen.

Todd’s cereal had gone soggy already but he spooned at it anyway, wishing to not have this conversation.

“We’re having to wash sheets several times a week, and pull-ups are too expensive to buy and then not work. Besides, you'll sleep so much better if you stay dry.”

Todd felt his face redden, he hated when his parents talked about his bedwetting. He looked over at his brother, whom he had hoped was paying attention to the morning tv or his tablet and not the conversation. No such luck Todd realized when he locked gazes with Blake, who was watching him rather than cartoons.

“Diapers! Todd has to wear diapers!” Blake said under his breath with what Todd felt was an unseemly amount of mirth.

“Blake, you don’t tease your brother, this isn't his fault, and your bed isn’t dry every night either, is it? You wouldn’t like it if Todd made fun of you would you?” Todd’s father entered the conversation.

“No sir” Blake said after he realized his father’s pause was an expectation for him to answer.

Typical, Todd thought. Had he had gotten caught making fun of his brother for something like wetting the bed he would have been grounded on the spot, but Blake could say anything and get away with it and the only thing he ever got was talking too.

Turning back to Todd, his father continued “Now son, your mom and I know this is hard for you, but this is for the best. You know I wore diapers to bed until I was fifteen years old, but I did get over it, and you will too. But until that time we have to try something that works.”

Doing his best to put the conversation from this morning behind him, Todd made up his bed, and then his brother’s. It’s not like goodnites aren't diapers, he tried to rationalize, a pull-up is a kind of diaper after all. Be that as it may he counter argued what was he going to do if one of his friends found out? Having someone find out about his goodnights would have been bad, but if someone found out about him wearing tape on diapers? He was certain that would be much, much, worse. Maybe his parents were bluffing? Maybe he would have another chance?

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Todd suspected his hopes of another chance were misplaced when five o’clock passed with no hint of his mom, who was usually the first parent home. Her absence was not a good sign. Todd heard the door open and was prepared hoping for his mom, but was instead disappointed to see his father with Blake in tow. His dad must have picked him up from his after school tutoring program. Blake was having trouble with his reading and had to go to an after school program to get caught up. Which for anyone keeping score was yet another thing Todd couldn’t make fun of his brother for.

Blake threw his backpack down by the door and looked around “Where’s Mom?”

“I told you she had an errand to run after work, that’s why I picked you up from Advanced Learning” his father countered before turning to Todd “Hey there sport! How was your day, you finished your homework?”

“Yeah, a little bit ago and I remade the beds and took the trash out” Todd recited his list of chores.

“Fantastic, buddy, your mom and I both appreciate how mature and responsible you are, we probably don’t tell you that enough, but it’s true”

Shit, now Todd knew he was screwed, his dad who was usually nice, had fully crossed over into ‘obviously nice’ and ‘obviously nice’ could only mean that he must be trying to make up for something. It was strong enough evidence that Todd could already begin to imagine himself in the middle of the living room floor with his pants down getting diapered for bed like he was two. ‘Fuck my life’ he thought, giggling to himself, he had really just started swearing and even though he was careful to not do it outloud the novelty of it was still fun even given the horrible circumstances.

Within the hour, Todd’s mom returned home with a deli rotisserie chicken dinner and instructions for her husband to bring the box in from the car. Todd felt his stomach sink, just more confirmation. He could only guess what was in the box in the car.

“I’ll get it after dinner, there’s no need to rush anything, and besides, I’m starving!” Todd’s father offered, taking the take out chicken to the table. “Blake, it’s your night to set the table”

Blake set the table without protest and within a few short minutes Todd found himself picking idly at a piece of chicken, he wasn’t very hungry, his mind only able to focus on what was probably going to come later tonight. Still, the longer he picked at his food the longer until the inevitable bedtime was, so hungry or not he was going to push that chicken around his plate. He was so consumed in his own thoughts that he didn’t realize that no one else was talking until his father finally broke the silence.

“So how was Evelyn?” He asked between mouthfuls of mashed potato and lemon pepper chicken.

“It was lovely! Oh and the new kitchen looks beautiful. I still think they spent more than they should have, but it looks fantastic.” Todd’s mom answered with a wave of her fork. Todd’s mom always gestured while she talked, usually it cheered Todd up to see her waving a utensil around without a care in the world, but not tonight.

Well that explains it Todd thought, Mom’s been to see Aunt Evelyn, which means he was probably getting some of his cousins diapers. Hooray retard diapers he thought, before feeling guilty at using the pejorative, he knew better. His cousin Toby was a few years older and was ‘developmentally delayed’, or that was how his aunt and uncle put it, Todd’s own father would say that Toby was ‘just a little behind is all’, usually before adding that he was not “what you would call capital S ‘Special’, just a little special”. Still Toby was almost old enough to learn to drive, but Todd doubted he would ever be competent enough cognitively to get a license, so older or not he had always seemed to Todd like a younger cousin.

Ice cream followed chicken and Todd found a bit more appetite for that. After the ice cream, the table was cleared and the two boys went to their room to watch TV. Todd could feel the minutes slipping past, he felt like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, knowing what was probably coming later that night. Todd hoped that some mindless TV would help to ease his mind, and thankfully for once Blake didn’t even protest when Todd wanted to watch Naruto. Once again he wished he could have just had a Crunchy Roll subscription, where he could watch whenever he wanted and not have to wait for the DVR to pick up an episode it hadn’t got before.

Blake didn’t protest when Todd selected the episode and hit play. It always confounded Todd that even though Blake liked Naruto too, he would normally want to watch his show first, just to get his own way. Even Blake was being nice to him, either as a result of being scolded this morning or maybe just feeling sorry for Todd, it didn’t really matter, as either reason was not a good sign was it?

After the show he and Blake played a little Xbox, Todd finally managing to stop worrying about bedtime while he and his brother become engrossed in playing Cuphead. It seemed like they had only been playing a minute when his father popped his head in the Room, bringing reality crashing back down on Todd.

“Blake, Mom wants you to help her unload the dishwasher.”

“Can we finish this ?” Blake asked, but he was already pausing the game and getting up.

“It’s already after nine, so go help her and then brush your teeth okay?” his father told Blake, before setting a closed cardboard box on Todd’s bed.

Closing the door behind Blake, Todd’s father sat down on the bed.

“Your mom and I know this isn’t easy, but please work with us on this okay? It won’t be that bad I promise. I’ve told you before how I wore diapers until I was fifteen, but what I’ve never told anyone, not even your mom, was that as much as I hated wearing them as I got older, that I really missed them when they were gone. Now, I’m not saying you’ll like them too, it’s just that sometimes the things that we view as obstacles really make our lives better, but it’s taken me all my life to realize that.”

His Dad was smoking crack Todd thought, what did he mean he missed them. That was absolutely insane.

“I know that probably doesn’t mean much to you sitting there right now, so I tell you what, if you work with your mom and I on this we can see about getting you your own gaming laptop for Christmas. Deal?”

Todd had been wanting his own computer, and since his parents were going to get their own way he might as well go along with it, diapers and a laptop were better than just diapers after all.

“Deal” Todd said, feeling as if he had just compromised his sixth grade dignity for a new toy.

His father's expression brightened slightly, “Good deal sport. I’m going to show you how to do this yourself okay, that way it’s not that much different than a goodnight okay?”

Todd didn’t really agree but he nodded anyway, as that was obviously the expected response.

Todd’s father opened the flap on the box and took the contents out on the bed. “Your aunt sent these things for you to try.”

His father frowned a little at the assortment of diapers, and then Todd understood why. They all seemed to be printed in some fashion, the only one Todd could make out though was the one on top which had little cartoon animals on them, a fox or cat or something appeared to be playing soccer, while another animal was chasing after wearing a diaper. Todd could only imagine what one of his friends would think if they saw this. As if reading his mind Todd’s father forced a smile at Todd that looked about as genuine as a politician’s.

“There are obviously diapers here, they didn’t make them with the neat pictures on them when I was a kid, just boring white. These are stuffers to make them more absorbent if you need that, and these look like some waterproof pants your cousin outgrew before he ever wore them. Now your mom and I will be counting on you to keep up with what works best for you and helping us to know what to order and when. Looks like we have a couple of each brand, but I’m sure there are others we can try if these don’t work well for you, but your aunt said these are what Toby likes best, so that is where we are starting.”

Todd felt kind of foggy, like he was an outsider observer where he was unable to do anything but watch events unfold before him. Looking at the pile of diapers sitting next to his dad on his bed, Todd could make out the ‘crinklez’ written across the top one as if somehow the ‘z’ made them cool. He watched as his dad picked up the diaper and unfolded it.

“Okay buddy why don’t you go ahead and get undressed okay?” His dad asked.

Todd pulled his shirt over his head and then dropped his jeans before stepping out of them. He stood there in only his boxers and socks as his dad fanned out the diaper.

“Now when you unfold it, you’ve got to make sure these leg cuffs stand up, you just run your finger under them like this to make sure they are not stuck to the inside of the diaper.” His father showed him as he pulled a finger under each leak guard before handing him the diaper.

Todd just stood there holding the diaper in one hand, he stared at it for what seemed an eternity. This diaper wasn’t at all what he expected, in addition to the juvenile print (at least goodnights tried to look like they were for big kids), this thing was plasticy, thick and like its namesake it crinckled when he moved it. This was nothing like his goodnights or even what he remembered his little brother wearing when he was a baby.

“The tapes go in the back” His father prompted, Todd wondered if his dad had mistaken his staring for confusion. But prompted, he set the diaper down for a second and removed his undershorts.

The heat in his cheeks as he pushed his boxers down made Todd feel less numb and more present in the here and now. Doing his best to steady his hands he pulled the diaper between his legs and with a small amount of fumbling he managed to get the tapes done.

His dad had him sprinkle some powder down the front of the diaper before having Todd check the seal made at his legs by the lower tapes. “If it is not tight at the legs they can leak, so getting the fit right is important”

Todd nodded, he didn’t trust himself to say anything, this was perhaps the most embarrassed he had ever been in all his life.

“That’s it buddy you’re all set. Now just put these on and then your PJ’s and you’ll be good to go” his father explained, handing Todd a brown envelope with ‘waterproof pants size youth’ printed on the outside. “I love you bear” he finished before closing the bedroom door behind him.

Unexpectedly Todd found himself smiling despite his current situation, his dad seldom used his nickname from when he was little, before Blake was sharing his room and being a pain. Still Todd wondered if he shouldn’t be at least a little bit insulted that his dad dusted off his toddler nickname while Todd was being relegated back to diapers. His grin made him feel even more self conscious, which brought back in some small part his righteous anger and how bad life was screwing him over right now. 12 and in diapers.

Well there’s just these, Todd thought as he opened the flap of the envelope, and pulled out the plastic pants. At first glance he felt his anger elevate even higher. These were snap on baby pants, like from the forever ago like the 1970s or something. Like his diapers, these pants had some kind of print on them. Well that might work for ‘special Toby’, but no way in hell am I wearing snap on baby pants too he told himself firmly. It’s not like a tape on baby diaper wasn’t bad enough, but these too? That is a bridge too far. Screw that.

Todd crumpled the pants and was ready to shove them back into the envelope when he got a real good look at the print. The pants were covered in dinosaurs, and while not quite the same as the dinosaurs on his old sheets, these were still rather cool. Todd’s emotional roller coaster hit another hill as he almost laughed at himself for calling a pair of baby pants cool, but he couldn’t help but smile all the same. Be careful what you wish for he told himself as the irony of his situation sat in.

Maybe these won’t be so bad? He rationalized as he snapped them on. Besides, who will see them under my PJs?

Another part of his mind screamed “what are you doing, you idiot, don’t put those on. What if someone DOES see them? There is no coming back from that, your life would be over.” A different part of his psyche, a louder and more assertive part asked “So what if someone did? Who cares? I mean *everyone* knows dinosaurs are cool, right?”

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“I’m afraid you lost your laptop for all of spring break and no phone, we’re turning your internet off too.” Todd’s mom told him, not sounding nearly as angry as when she had first broken up the fight between Todd and Blake, which was to say she only sounded super furious.

“but Mom, he” Todd countered

”No ‘but Mom’s!’” She fumed starting to sound madder all over again “You are four years older than your brother and much stronger, you can’t just punch him like that”

Blake sat near his mom holding a cold pack to his face making what sounded to Todd like fake sobs. Little fink.

“He put pictures of my diapers on the internet! Do you know what will happen when everyone at school finds out?” Todd practically shouted back, wishing instantly he had moderated his tone.

“It was an accident, I swear” Blake protested between his fake-sounding sobs.

“It was not, he’s lying. He put them on instagram” Todd protested “Check his phone. He was recording a video too”

“Todd enough!” His mom cut him off “I’m sure it was an accident. He’ll take them down and delete them. Probably no one has even seen them yet.” Todd’s mom said, pushing her hands down like she was trying to close the lid on an overstuffed trunk.

“Mom, just check his phone.” Todd said, still not managing to keep the anger from his voice before finally moderating his tone “please….?”

“Watch your tone mister, you’re already in enough trouble for hitting your Brother, no matter what he did, you don’t solve problems with violence”

“I didn’t make a video” Blake cried through the cold pack “I don’t even know how to make a video”

His Mom stopped, spun on the spot, her hand shooting out like a vipers, her palm up in the air. “Well now I know you’re lying, so give me your phone, did you make a video?” Todd’s mom sounded more displeased again.
“Noooooo. My face hurts. Todd hurt my face really bad.” Blake sounded to Todd like he was trying to lay it on thicker.

“Now Blake!” She demanded, moving her hand further out for emphasis.

With a defeated look and a shaky grasp, Blake put the phone in her hand, which she unlocked with a couple of swipes. Todd couldn’t see the screen, but a second or two later Blake’s voice started coming from the speaker of the phone.

“For anyone who thinks my big brother, Todd Arden is cool, you need to see this!. What’s this? It’s a wet diaper in the trash, his diaper! That’s from last night, cause he’s a big baby. Let’s look in his dresser. You can see all his diapers and baby pants, he really likes this pair here with the fire trucks on them, he wears them twice a week! So not only is he a buttface jerk, he is also not cool, and he is a baby”

Despite the fact that his social life was ruined, Todd was somewhat consoled by the fact that Blake had finally been caught. If Todd was going to drown, he wasn’t going down with the ship alone. Blake was finally going to get in trouble for something and for once the scales might be balanced.

Todd’s mom sat silent for a few minutes. When she finally spoke she sounded as if she herself had been hurt, like it was her life that Blake had ruined “Blake, why’d you make this terrible video and lie about it? Why would you do something so mean to your brother?”

Todd felt his moment of triumph approach, losing his laptop for the week would be worth it if Blake got his comeuppance just once.

“I wasn’t going to show it to anyone, I just wanted to use it to keep him from being mean to me. Like levelage” Blake told her.

“Leverage, the word is leverage. And that’s wrong to do to someone. People go to jail for doing that.”

Todd wasn’t fully aware he was grinning until his Mom had turned back to him

“And just what is so funny about all of this?”

Todd forced his expression back to neutral, but in doing so his resentment and temper flared up hot “Because he’s finally getting in trouble for something for a change. He’s not some perfect angel after all. I’m sick of this shit, everything is always my fault no matter what he does I am always the one in trouble!”

Todd didn’t need the drop in temperature or the sudden all consuming silence to know he had way overstepped with his outburst. He also knew he couldn’t unsay it.

“Room, now. Both of you. Not a word, not a peep. I don’t think either of you are going to enjoy your spring break very much at all” She pointed at the hallway toward their bedroom. “Your father and I will talk about this when he gets home, so help me if you two fight, make a noise above a whisper, turn on any electronics, or do anything I don’t like it will be so much worse for you both”

“I’m sorry” Blake turned on the water works, maybe it was genuine this time, Todd wasn’t sure himself.

“Room! NOW! Go be sorry in there, I don’t even want to see either of you right now.”

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Todd sat on his bed, reading an issue of Shonen Jump, or at least trying to, he didn’t trust himself to not try and beat the shit out of Blake some more if he just sat there and did nothing. The way Todd saw it, he was already in trouble, so what if he got grounded for longer? The little turd was on his bed, sniffling and sobbing, not because he was sorry for what he had done, Todd figured Blake was only sorry he was caught. Figures the one time Blake actually gets in trouble that Todd is right there too, because even if Todd was one thousand times in the right, it was impossible for his folks to give him a break. “You shouldn’t have hit him even if he deserved it” he mocked his mom’s voice in his head.

Even with their door closed, Todd could tell his mom was on the phone. Probably filling his dad in on the situation, although that was just a guess because Todd couldn’t effectively eavesdrop with Blake running the waterworks.

“Shut up,” He whispered to Blake.

Blake did not shut up, in fact he leaned into the crying “I’m.. I’m.. I’m… Sorry” he stammered

“No, you’re not. Now shut up. I want to hear who mom’s talking to”

“I am too”

“Shut it you dumb fuck, I want to know how much trouble we are in. And it should be just your sorry ass that’s in trouble, so pipe down so I can hear mom”

Blake gave up his fight, probably because he also wanted to know what kind of trouble they were facing. Once he was satisfied that Blake was being quiet, Todd opened the bedroom door just a crack, enough to let a little more sound in.

“You don’t think that’s too much?”

Well that wasn’t good.

“No go ahead and stop, I’ll call Evie and let her know you are coming”

The last time one of his parents stopped by aunt Evelynn’s house Todd ended up with diapers, so this too did not bode well.

“What is she saying” Blake half whispered to Todd

“I don’t know, be quiet with the door open” he hissed back

“They’re in their room. No…. Yes.... As long as we both agree. Oh. Evelynn punished Tommy the same way when he was around Todd’s age - that’s where this idea”

Todd slipped his door closed and shooed Blake away from the door. He had heard his Mom’s footsteps on the hardwood floor which means she had left the living room and was potentially headed their way. He had just got back on his bed and was acting like he was reading his manga when the door opened, his Mom stuck her head in the room, phone still in her hand.

“Your father is going to be late tonight, so I want you both to take this time and think long and hard about what you did” Her voice dripped with disappointment.

Even the click of the door closing behind her seemed to convey a sense of being let down.

“What’s going to happen?” Blake asked a moment later.

Todd briefly debated whether to be truthful or not, before deciding to let the punishment be a complete and shocking surprise for Blake, after all there was no sense in letting him prepare mentally for what was coming.

“I’m not sure. Maybe a spanking or something” He lied, his parents had never raised a hand to either of them. What was coming was worse though, as soon as he heard his mom say Tommy, he remembered exactly how his Aunt Evelynn had punished him. He shuddered a bit, the only consolation for Todd was that Blake was going to be just as bad off as he was.
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Todd stood next to his little brother, they were facing their parents who, although sitting on the couch, looked neither comfortable nor relaxed.

“Todd, explain what you did to your father and me please” His mom demanded, still sounding hot herself.

“Blake made a video”

His dad cut him off “Your mother didn’t ask what Blake did, she asked what you did. We’ll get to Blake, but as the oldest we have higher expectations for how you will behave. So let’s hear all about the good example you are setting for your little brother.”

“Yeah but he was going”

“Todd. Enough. Answer the question as it was asked. What did YOU do”

“I slugged him”

“You ‘slugged’ him? You just up and popped him once?”

Todd opened his mouth, unable to think of a response that didn’t incriminate him further.

Blake leaped in “No he hit me a lot, it really hurt”

“Blake, son, I’m not so sure you should be talking right now, at all. So Todd, you just hit him? Socked him one? It was just the once, that’s what you’re implying right?”

His fathers stare bored into Todd

“No sir. I hit him a few times.”

“I see. So Blake was about to hurt someone or himself, and you had to stop him any way you could?”

“No”

“No? No? Then why? Certainly you must have had a good reason to assault him. Your mother says she walked in to find you standing over Blake punching him in the head and kicking him while he was on the ground. Seems like you would have to have had a really good reason to act that way”

“He made a video and put pictures on his Instagram”

“So when do you get to the part where it is okay for you to hit and kick your brother who is four years younger than you? That’s the part I want to hear. Jesus, Todd, you weren't ‘just’ hitting him, you were kicking him in the ribs, you could have punctured a lung, that wasn’t just a tussle. Do you think that if someone at the office does or says something I don’t like that I can hit or kick them, almost send them to the hospital? Do you think that is the way people get to act?”

Todd knew better than to say anything other than “No sir”

“And you Mr. Spielberg, just what were you taking videos of?”

Blake started to cry

“Don’t cry yet, you haven’t even told me about this video of yours. Believe me, you are going to have all of spring break to cry as much as you like, so how about at least owning up to what you did?”

Blake startled like he had been struck.

Todd was just as stunned as Blake appeared to be, did his dad actually call Blake out on his manipulative bullshit?

“I’m sorry” Blake sniffed

“Sorry is good, but that’s not what I wanted to know. You apparently aren’t any smarter than your big brother, you just watched me go through the same thing with him. I didn’t ask if you felt bad, I didn’t ask if you were sorry. I. Asked. What. You. Made. A. Video. Of”

“I didn’t mean”

“Blake...” This time it was from both Mom and Dad at once.

“I recorded the trash can, and Todds diaper was in it, but I was recording the trash,”

“Recording the trash. So when I pick up your phone and watch the video AGAIN I will see you recording the trash? Because it looked to me like you were deliberately trying to make your brother look bad and spread it around on the internet. And let me tell you, if there was ever a reason to beat the snot out of your little brother that comes pretty damn close.”

“We’ll he’s always mean to me”

“We’re done. Neither of you have even shown the least little bit of interest in owning up to your mistakes. This one hit his brother, once, and this one recorded trash, otherwise they are both innocent as babes. You know, I was rooting for both of you, I was hoping your mom and I were wrong. If you would have taken even a little responsibility for your actions, just a little, we might be having a different conversation. But now I get it, you guys are simply not ready for responsibility, apparently of any kind.”

His dad faced Todd directly “I suppose, instead, you need to learn that we don’t hit people and have tantrums when we don’t get our way or when we don’t like what another person does, something most people learn by the time they’re three.”

Todd lowered his head, knowing exactly where this was going. His anger was slowly giving way to shame, he really had messed up and these consequences might be appropriate for the way he acted.

Blake still had a deer in the headlights look plastered across his face, he didn’t seem to register that his dad had turned to him and continued “And you. You apparently need to constantly be watched every minute, just like a two year old, you can’t be trusted to not grab the hot burner on the stove or not to record things that should be private.”

“Well the punishment should fit the crime” Todd’s mom suggested “Apparently acting like a middle schooler and fifth grader are expecting WAY too much of them, maybe we need to go back and reinforce some of those early life lessons that should have been learned when they were smaller”

“Well then, I guess it’s settled.” his father picked back up “Since the two of you are both acting like toddlers, then that’s what we are going to have to deal with, two toddlers. Until school starts back Monday after next, you guys are both now two and three years old respectively. Big kid privileges? Gone. Autonomy? Gone too. Sadly, that means your mom can’t even leave you guys alone next week when she goes to show properties. Thankfully your Aunt Evellyn said she is not completely full next week because so many families are gone for the holiday, and it’s not your Mom or I who are going to pay for your care. So yeah, birthday money you’ve both been saving? Gone.”

Todd could see the moment Blake put it together, his weasley face falling. Daycare, his aunt runs a daycare. Todd was in all honesty feeling pretty low about his actions, even worse is that he hated disappointing his parents like this, but Blake finally getting his was really helping Todd cope - a week of daycare at his aunts seemed almost worth it.

“This is the last thing I wanted to deal with after the week I’ve had.” Todd’s dad stood and walked across the room “Doesn’t matter anyways. Dinner’s probably getting cold, so I'll set the table tonight. You want to see to the little ones?”

“Someone has to, I suppose, we can’t leave them dressed like this at their age. Ok boys, let’s get you changed before dinner. Come on Blake, let’s get your pants changed.” His Mom said as she got off the couch and walked across the living room to the door that led to the laundry room and then the garage. She returned with a new bag of crinklez which she opened pulling two diapers out.

Blake had started to cry again seeing the diapers. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. It was an accident. I’m not a baby.”

Todd’s mom knelt down to her son’s level, holding him out at arms length, looking him over from head to toe, before unceremoniously yanking his pants down to his ankles. “Oh sweetie, you saying that just shows me how wrong you are. Now let’s get those big boy underwear off you before you have an accident okay?”

A few minutes later both Todd and Blake were being escorted to the kitchen table, Mommy taking Blake by the hand as he continued to wail. “You don’t need pants, mommy wants to be able to see when your diaper needs changed”

Todd’s dad was still setting food on the table, taking it from the large plastic bags it had been packed in “There’s my big boys, you boys ready for your din din?”

Aunt Evelynn had apparently been able to make a complete ‘care package’ in the short notice Todd’s Mom had provided her, there were two plastic toddler plates, sippy cups and worst of all two vinyl bibs with crumb catchers. The service was no doubt from her kitchen used in her daycare, but the bibs large enough for them had to be two of Toby’s. Not that Todd could ever remember Toby wearing a bib.

Todd sat in his chair, with no complaining, he was a bit mortified at the prospect of wearing a bib and drinking from a sippy cup, but at least he had been allowed to keep his pants. Blake on the other hand was almost to the point of hyperventilating while crying.

“Someone’s just a bit fussy aren’t they, it is past their bedtime isn’t it? Well we can have a little snack and then it’s off to bed, we’ve got a big day tomorrow” It was clear Mommy was speaking as much to herself as to actually addressing Blake as she snapped the green vinyl bib around his neck.

“Don’t worry buddy, Momma will get you some chicken nuggets in just a minute, I just need to get your brother fixed up too”

Todd felt his cheeks burn as the blue bib was pulled up his chest. It had to be one of Toby’s, this was much bigger than an actual toddlers bib, it just had to be, it fit Todd like it was made for a boy his age. At that thought he also felt a little rush of something else, something he couldn’t quite place his finger on. He didn’t know what the feeling was, but he knew he should keep it to himself, a feeling which only intensified when he heard the soft click of the snap behind his ear just before the bib was released and fell back into place. He wondered if his face had continued to darken as he felt wave after wave radiate off his face.

Mommy took both the plates and set them near her own, where she cut up several nuggets for each boy, cutting them into bite size pieces. She put a few potato wedges on each plate along with a few green beans which went into the little walled section on the plate. Satisfied she placed the plates down in front of the boys before returning to her own seat.

Todd’s parents were both watching him and Blake, neither speaking, instead just watching the two of them. Blake had almost cried himself out, Todd wasn’t sure if he was refusing to eat, or if he hadn’t noticed the plate in front of him.

“You boy’s need to eat, it’s already past Blake’s bedtime and you both have had a long day.”

Todd knew the lack of a fork was deliberate, and feeling especially awkward he picked up a nugget. He would normally eat the nugget with his fingers, so why did this seem so different? He popped it in his mouth and chewed.

“Blake, I’m not going to tell you again. Eat your dinner son. It’s way past your bedtime.” His Father said, breaking his silence.

That was when the plan came to him, plan being somewhat generous, but Todd thought it through all the same. If Blake was being so obstinate, maybe this was Todd’s chance to show the little fink up? Maybe if he leaned into their punishment, just a bit, he could make Blake look less cooperative? Would his parents finally stop putting up with the little twerp bullshit and treat him like they would Todd? When Todd didn’t comply with a punishment his parents always extended it. Grounded for a week? Suddenly it was two. No internet for the night, now it was tomorrow night too. Would they extend this for Blake? It would serve the little dick head right if they did.

Reaching out Todd grabbed a few of the wet green beans and picked them up. He might have actually giggled a bit at the image of Blake getting the punishment extended beyond the end of spring break, a very diapered Blake having to go to school. He covered the laugh up by pushing the green beans into his mouth. He decided right then and there, Todd was going to be the best damn toddler his parents ever saw.

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Author: redprtodd
Timestamp: Jan 9, 2024 at 6:57 AM
Content: The sudden burst of light startled Todd awake as his Mom entered their bedroom flipping on the lights “Boys, it’s time to get up, I’ve got to drop you off at daycare before work this morning.”

She unceremoniously pulled the sheets and blanket off Todd “Bathroom, now - go brush your teeth, we’re running behind this morning since I have to drive across town to drop you off.”
Todd sat on the edge of the bed and stretched and was surprised to see his mom likewise pull the covers off Blake. She must really be pissed if she wasn’t coddling him at all.

“Todd, don’t make me tell you again, I’m running late, now go brush your teeth.” She said without turning around “Blake, get up, you are not going to make me any later. Whoever doesn’t have a toothbrush in their mouth in the next thirty seconds I’m adding a day to your punishment, is that clear?”

Todd didn’t need any more prompting, his mom was obviously in a mood this morning, so he padded off to the bathroom. As he stood, he felt his diaper sag, not at all unusually really, since switching to actual diapers last fall it seemed he had significantly fewer and fewer dry mornings. Still given the theme of the night before, he would have preferred to be dry.

Flicking on the bathroom light and grabbing his orange toothbrush, he dressed it with some toothpaste and stuck it in his mouth, listening to his Mom’s raised voice from the bedroom “Now Blake, out of that bed this instant, or it’s two extra days.” It was hard to smile with the toothbrush stretching his lips, but somehow he managed. A moment later a very contrite looking Blake moved behind him, Blake’s pout evident in the mirror as he sullenly pulled his blue toothbrush from the holder and squeezed a big glob of paste onto the brush.

Teeth cleaned, Todd returned to his room to find clothes laid out on his bed and his mom waiting with a diaper in hand and an impatient look on her face, “Todd, let’s get you changed and dressed okay. Blake go ahead and take off your PJ’s and lay down, I’ll change you next”

“But I don’t wa” was all Blake got out before his mom shot him a look, Blake complied almost instantly pulling off his PJ top before pushing his bottoms off and laying on his bed.

“You have no reason to grin, I told you I’m running late, out of those PJ’s now. So help me neither of you have been up for five minutes and I am already at my wits end with you both.” Todd’s Mom’s gaze swiveled back to Todd and he felt the smile fall from his face almost involuntarily.

“Yes mommy,” he said, remembering his plan from the night before. He had forgotten in his early morning grogginess, and he kicked himself for the missed opportunity to have been ‘extra good’. Todd underscored to himself the importance of trying his best to remember to lean into the whole toddler thing, that was his best bet for making Blake look willful and noncompliant. He quickly pulled off his sleep shorts and shirt and laid down on my bed, he even pointed his knees out at angles as he lay, like little kids do naturally, while his mom unsnapped his plastic pants and untapped his diaper.

It felt so strange to Todd for his mom to change him, but a part of it was not at all unpleasant. That really bothered him, he shouldn’t find any part of this punishment tolerable, but for some reason he didn’t hate it. He knew he should hate it, a part of him told him his dignity and agency were assault and he should be angry but oddly enough he wasn’t.

Once he was diapered, his mom left him to finish dressing, apparently they were in enough of a hurry that her dressing him was really off the table. Todd pulled on the clothes his mom had set out, a pair of sweatpants and a BMX t-shirt he hadn’t worn in a while. He took the opportunity to enjoy his fink of a brother's unhappiness, Todd pulled on his socks doing his best to ensure he wasn’t smiling.

“Goodness, you’re soaked aren’t you. It’s a miracle you didn’t leak. Lift up.” Todd’s Mom was blocking his view, but Todd didn’t need to see to know Blake was probably scowling.

Even though Blake was wet almost as often as Todd, Blake didn’t even have to normally wear Goodnites unless he had back to back wet nights, whereas Todd had to wear diapers every night. Blake would whine and cry about wearing them, but Todd was just expected to happily wear pampers and not complain. Half the time his parents would even check to make sure Todd was wearing a diaper, never mind that it was painfully obvious from the poofed out pajamas and crinkle as he walked, but did they ever check Blake to see if he was wearing his Goodnites? No.

Todd had to push away his anger, why get worked up, when he should just enjoy knowing that finally some chickens had come home to roost. All those times Blake had taunted him, talking about Todd’s bag of ‘baby diapers’ in the closet. Finally a little turnabout, and it felt pretty good.

“Todd can you be a good helper and get Mommy a pair of plastic-pants for your little brother? I think he needs some extra protection” His Mom asked, pulling him out of my his thoughts,

Todd crossed the room to the dresser he shared with Blake and pulled his top drawer open. Todd rummaged for a moment until he turned up the perfect pair which he handed to his mom.

“Here you go Mommy, I’m a good sharer, these are my favorite after all” He said handing over the firetruck adorned vinyl pants. He actually felt a moment's hesitation, next to the dinosaur pants these actually were his favorite he realized before he had as much of an existential crisis as any twelve year old can have. What in the hell was he thinking? He didn’t like wearing baby pants - well the Dinos are cool in an ironic and nostalgic way, but just because he picked the firetrucks out a couple of times a week, it’s not like he had a lot of choice did he? It's not like he had that many pairs of plastic-pants? A little part of him sarcastically asked why he didn’t wear the one with froggies on lily pads more often if he didn’t have favorites. He told that little voice to shut up.

***

Aunt Evie opened the side door off the driveway as the SUV pulled in.

“You boys better be good for Aunt Evelyn, if you cause her any problems then there will be problems for you, understand? Besides, you boys are paying for your daycare so you might as well get your money’s worth right? I’m sure this will be nearly as much fun as the xbox games and lego sets you could have bought with the money instead. Now I’m already late enough as it is.” With a sigh she continued “I’m still mad, but I do love you both, now go and be good for Evie, I mean it - you don’t want me to extend your punishment”

Todd unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door, grabbing his backpack from where it sat between him and his brother. His mom had refused to let him sit in the front seat, asserting that toddlers had to ride in the back seat, relegating him to share space with Blake. Putting his backpack on, Todd walked around to the back of the car where Blake joined him as the liftgate opened. Each of them took two bags of diapers from the back before walking toward the side door.

“Look at my little nephews! Are you boys ready for a big day with lots of fun? I just put on Bluey since that’s Clayton’s and Shelby’s favorite. I was about to fix breakfast too, but let’s get you settled in first okay.” Evelyn smiled at them, ruffling each of their hair as they walked to the door.

They entered the large area on the end of the house, it had once been a two car garage, but had been finished into a family room that pulled double duty as an in-home daycare. The floor in front of the couch was scattered with toys pulled from a toy box that sat against the wall beside the TV. There was a couch in the middle of the room, and behind that on the back wall was a large changing station, it had a small set of steps leading to the large changing surface, a built-in handwashing sink, and a large cubicle organizer mounted above it. Two small toddler size tables each with four chairs sat in the corner of the room by the side door. The other end of the room had bookshelves filled with kids books, and a small stand of stacked nap mats, a baby gate blocked off access to the kitchen and the rest of the house.

“Let me introduce you to your new friends. This is the twins, Clayton and Shelby, they’ve just turned four!” Aunt Evelyn indicated a boy with jet black hair and what Todd assumed was asian features judging from his eyes and almond complexion. The girls had blond curly hair and freckles, but her eye shape was also distinctly asian. Weren’t twins supposed to look like each other? Todd knew not all twins were ‘identical’ but between the different genders and complexions, it was a lot to accept, his Aunt had to be joking right?

The ‘twins’ both looked at them appraisingly and Shelby waved and said “Hi” enthusiastically. When Clayton didn’t respond she elbowed her brother “don’t be rude”, she sounded very prim. Clayton, looked at his lap and all but whispered “hello”.

“And this big guy over here is Braxton, he’s my helper before and after school, but he’s with us all day this week. Braxton is in the third grade!” Aunt Evelyn emphasized ‘third grade’ as if to say that he and Blake should be impressed by the big boy.

For his part, Braxton barely looked up from the book he was reading on the couch, but then he did a double take, and Todd wasn’t sure if it was the incongruity of his aunts demeanor with their age, or if it was the fact that they were each their age and holding bags of diapers. It was probably both Todd reasoned.

“Hi” Braxton said, sounding very unsure of things, but he forced a smile at Blake who was obviously near his own age. “Nice to meet you”

Aunt Evelyn put her arm around Todd and Blakes shoulders “These are my nephews, this is Todd, and this is Blake. They will be with us all this week while their mommy goes to work. Since they’re new here and don’t know how we do things I’m counting on all of you to help show them the ropes okay? Let’s go get your things put away at the changing station, and then we can all get breakfast. How’s that sound?”

Not waiting for an answer she walked the boys to the large changing station at the back of the room. Todd could remember being little, around four or five and visiting with his dad so his father could help Todd’s Uncle Mike build the table so there was a place to change Toby, Mike and Evelyn’s developmentally delayed wheelchair using son. Toby had subsequently been through a number of corrective surgeries which increased his mobility to the point that he could walk unassisted, while he still needed diapers, Toby was able to change himself now.

“Here’s a cubby for Todd, see it’s got your name on it, and here is one for Blake too!” His Aunt pointed at each empty cubby, a small label maker badge with each boy’s name at the bottom. Blake’s name badge was next to ‘Angie’ who apparently wore pull-ups, the pink princess pull-ups stacked up neatly in the box, and surprisingly there was a box with a sticker for Braxton on the other side of Blakes, Todd could easily recognize the spider-man print of the Goodnites. Aunt Evelyn took Blakes bag of diapers and opened them and stacked several up in his box, the crinklz looking very thick flanked on either side by the thinner pull-ups. Todd’s box was at the other end, and that was when it hit him, the boxes were in alphabetical order. Had his aunt rearranged all the boxes to make room for him and Blake? That did seem kind of like Aunt Evie, Todd’s mom always said she was the most organized person she knew, and even a cursory glance at her pantry backed up his Mom’s claim.

Scanning the other boxes there was a Daniel, and given the baby diapers which looked on the small side Todd guessed Danield to be less than two years old. Next there was Jakob, who surprisingly had both diapers and pull-ups in his box, blue this time to Angie’s pink. Todd’s box came next, and his Aunt repeated the process of putting his diapers in it. The next box had a sticker that read Trevor but it’s box was empty, and finally the last box that was labeled was for Zach and Todd recognized the Tranquility youth diapers stacked in it. Todd had tried a bag of those, his Aunt had sent them for him to try, ultimately Todd preferred the Crinklz or the MegaMax’s so after that initial bag he had not worn those again. The remaining four cubby’s were all unoccupied and unlabeled.

“Okay boys, see those hooks over there on the wall? They are also labeled, please look for the hook with your name on it and hang your bag there, then come back over here please.” Aunt Evelyn pointed toward the other side of the entry door where the hooks were all lined up.

Walking over to the hooks was Todd’s first opportunity to really pay attention to Blake since getting to his Aunts. Blake looked like he was on the verge of breaking down, overwhelmed would be the only way to put it. Todd actually found himself feeling kind of sorry for him before he remembered just what Blake had done to put them in this situation. They wouldn’t be here, at daycare, being treated like babies and paying out of their own funds if Blake hadn't tried to ruin Todd’s life. Todd wondered if his Mom forcing Blake to delete the video had been quick enough that maybe no one had seen it? Knowing his luck probably not - but since they had both lost their phones, and Todd had lost his laptop he had no idea if there had been any fallout. Todd found his sympathy for Blake had rapidly evaporated.

“Braxton, you good buddy?” Aunt Evie asked and Braxton set his book down and hopped off the couch and went to the small half bath.

Aunt Evelyn reached out and pulled Todd’s sweats down, the quick motion surprised him, but he quickly recovered. She unsnapped his plastic pants and looked at the front of his diaper before snapping the pants back on. She pulled his sweats back up and then gave his diaper a gentle squeeze through the fleece as if she were gauging its condition . She then did the same for Blake and then picked up a clipboard from where it hung on the end of the changing table and she wrote on two of the pages.

Todd looked up when he heard a flush from the half bath and the sound of water. Braxton came out a moment later and walked over to where Todd and his brother were standing with their Aunt. “I tried to go, but I couldn’t” he looked down at his feet when he said this.

“That’s okay, sport, we just need to keep on schedule right?” Evelyn said, turning to another page on the clipboard and writing something there.

She smiled at the three boys “Now what do you say we go get some cereal for breakfast?”

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Author: redprtodd
Timestamp: Jan 10, 2024 at 6:45 AM
Content: Thanks Growler! Glad you're enjoying it. This is the only story I have ever done w/ the diaper punishment trope so it's a bit of a guilty pleasure in a few ways. I kind of have a personal rule in my writing that my characters will usually want to wear diapers, that in general it isn't forced on them, that it is something they want - a bunch of new agey crap that was part of my road to self-acceptance as an ABDL So doing this story lets me do all kinds of things I wouldn't normally do in a story - so it's kind of fun!

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Author: redprtodd
Timestamp: Jan 26, 2024 at 4:54 AM
Content: Thanks Xane! I'm about to be on vacation for a week and I hope to maybe set aside a little bit to write some more on this one, I'm just kind of winging this one so not entirely sure where it's going, got some clues.... but I think I'll be surprised by at least a few things!

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Author: redprtodd
Timestamp: Jan 27, 2024 at 1:40 AM
Content: Thanks Tommy, there sure is a big difference between something written by a person directly and something written primarily by an AI (with a person providing the prompts of course). I'm glad you are enjoying Dino's though!

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Author: redprtodd
Timestamp: Mar 28, 2024 at 12:53 AM
Content: I am, and I did get a big chunk of the next bit written, just needs some spit and polish and for me to wrap up the chapter in a 'satisfying to me' way. Ironically about to go on vacation again - so who knows maybe I will have a bit of time to write and come back with it completely finished!
Todd

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Author: redprtodd
Timestamp: Apr 12, 2024 at 6:44 AM
Content: ***

Sitting at the table next to Blake Todd had to suppress a smile. Blake, like Todd himself, was wearing a large pocketed bib, it was light green with frogs on lily pads printed across its vinyl surface. Todd’s own bib was white with colorful cartoon dinosaurs on it and seemed to match the plastic pants he had received the previous fall. Todd, embracing his obedient toddler schtick, did his best to smile as Aunt Evelyn snapped it around his neck, he paused a second to feel concern at how much easier it was getting to smile at these little losses of dignity. Looking around, none of the other three children were wearing bibs - obviously Braxton at somewhere around eight years old would have long outgrown the bib stage long ago, and the twins were likewise bib free. Todd wondered at what ages kids generally stopped wearing bibs? He knew babies wore the fuzzy towel like bibs that seemed like wash clothes and that by the time they were old enough to feed themselves they moved into the plasticy bibs like what he and Blake had been provided, but how long did that last? Academic question he reasoned, less than four years old since the twins were bib free. Realizing he and Blake were the ‘youngest’ kids there status wise brought a little heat to his cheeks, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

“Okay I have Apple Jacks for Braxton. We have Fruit Loops, Raisin Bran, Cheerios, and Rice Krispies. Shelby, what would you like, sweetheart?” Aunt evelyn asked

“Fruit Loops” Shelby said enunciating the words with crisp precision that made her sound much older than four.

“‘Pill jaks” Clayton half whispered and mumbled after his sister, the contrast with his sibling being notable to Todd and making him sound so much younger than his twin.

Aunt Evelyn turned to the counter and poured bowls of cereal for each child and set it down in front of them along with a carafe of milk.

“Todd sweetie?”

“Apple Jacks!!” Todd inwardly winced when he realized he might have laid on the enthusiasm a bit thick.

“Goodness, Apple Jacks sure are popular today” Aunt Eveylyn acknowledged without missing a beat “And Blake, what can I get you hun?”

Todd felt his smile falter a bit seeing the glassiness of Blake’s eyes as moisture collected in the corners. Todd tried to kick the sympathy to the side, the little shit had probably ruined Todd’s life and here he was feeling sorry for him! Neither of them would be in this situation to begin with if Blake hadn’t filmed that video and then lied about it. Blake NEVER got in trouble for anything and Todd felt he should be reveling in him finally getting what he deserved, not sitting here next to him feeling like some of the happiness he had felt, the one silver lining to this whole situation, was eroding. Despite himself, he reached over to put his arm around his brother's shoulder and started to reassure him when Blake jerked away from him.

A brief dark look crossed Aunt Evelyn's face but it was there so transient that Todd wondered if he imagined it.

“It’s okay sweetie, new situations can be overwhelming, you don’t have to pick. I don’t know a little guy who doesn’t like cheerios” She cooed as she turned back to the counter not giving Blake a chance to pick anything.

Todd watched her back as she turned and rummaged in a cabinet, a minute later she turned and sat a bowl in front of him with Apple Jacks and a spoon. Next she set a flat lipped divided tray in front of Blake with the main divider filled with the dry Cheerios and no spoon.

***
The next two hours after breakfast Todd spent coloring in a coloring book, it had taken him a good bit of time going through the pile of coloring books to even find a page he wanted to color, many of the best ones having already been colored over, many with messy scribbling that wasn’t even an attempt to color the picture in. Most of the pages were that way, however there were several scattered throughout that were colored in a way that were actually artistic, with shading, blending, cross hatching, directional consistency - crayon picasso level output which made Todd look at his own attempts and feel as if he had been the one to scribble on the page. Each one of the coloring book masterpieces was signed with the initials ‘TS’ in the lower corner. Could it be Toby, Todd wondered - he had never seen his cousin color, but he had heard of Autistic people having exceptional abilities in seemingly arbitrary areas. He quickly dismissed the idea though, if Toby had the kind of talent in the Arts the whole family would know about it already right?

Blake had been spending his time sitting on the couch sullenly. Todd had tried to talk with him a little after breakfast and all he had done was glare at Todd which had once again nuked any sympathy Todd had felt for his younger sibling, it was like Blake blamed him for this situation!

“You should come over here and color” Todd had said to Blake who turned his head so Todd knew he had heard him but his brother just gave him a flinty look before turning back to the TV.

Screw you, you little twerp Todd thought, wondering why he bothered feeling sorry for Blake considering the whole situation they were in was mostly his fault anyways. Knowing that Blake probably felt like it was actually Todd who was at fault just made him even madder.

So Todd had spent the better part of the last two hours coloring, mostly by himself, but he was joined by the twins briefly who both colored part of a page in a book until the TV switched to Paw Patrol and they both went to watch it instead.

“I told you there’s nothing in there you need, go back and play”

Todd looked up at the sound of his aunt’s voice and saw Blake headed back to the couch with a scowl. That was the second time his Aunt had to shoo him away from the bathroom - Todd would have thought Blake would have realized the program after his parents had made it clear what non compliance would earn him - but Blake was nothing if not stubborn and accustomed to being punished in any meaningful way. Blake glared at his Aunt as he went back to the couch.

Perhaps prompted by Blakes attempt, or more likely the small ding Aunt Evelyn’s phone made Braxton put his tablet down and headed to the restroom. Since Todd was back to feeling pissed at Blake he smiled and hoped seeing Braxton get to use the restroom irritated the little fink. Why had he been feeling sorry for him anyways - this was exactly what he deserved.

Braxton had been in the bathroom almost no time at all when Todd watched him exit and walk over to the desk where Aunt Evelyn was working. Todd couldn’t hear their quiet conversation over the TV, Braxton looked mostly at his feet. Eventually Aunt Evelyn got up and crossed the room with Braxton to the changing table and retrieved a pull up from Braxton’s cubby and made a mark on the small clipboard before handing the boy a pull up. Braxton carried it back to the restroom, closing the door behind himself.

“Blake, Todd. Come here please, it’s time to check your pants”

Todd was wet, he knew what was expected of him during his punishment and in an effort to be compliant he had been using his diaper as needed. Although he would never admit to it, it wasn’t different from some weekend mornings where he would get up before anyone else and just stay in his diaper, maybe even wetting it some more instead of changing. Even knowing it was coming, the changing table in the back of the room was a bit intimidating, the thought of being changed out in the open like that was a little daunting. There was nothing to be done for it though, so he got up and made his way to the back of the room. Blake meanwhile stayed on the couch. Todd was certain his little brother was still dry, considering he had tried to sneak to the bathroom a couple of times. Todd felt a little bit of schadenfreude at Blakes overt obstinance, testing Aunt Evelyn didn’t generally go well, but he also felt a little something else toward his brother. Why was he feeling sorry for him? He deserved it, so much.

“Blake buddy, I need you to come here so I can check your diaper” the steel which had crept into her voice was similar enough to her sisters that Blake snapped a look at his aunt.

Todd watched as Blake got down off the couch and toddled over to the changing table “I don’t need changed” he said sullenly.

Aunt Evelyn reached out and gently squeezed the front of Blakes sweatpants “Yup your dry all right… but” she lowered her voice significantly Todd could still hear but barely and he was certain none of the other kids could hear her. “I’ve seen you squirming and trying to break the rules and use the potty. In a minute you’re going to be on the changing table getting changed regardless if you are wet or not - and I’m not changing you again for a while, and I don’t think you can last too much longer - so either go now and get changed into a dry diaper and be comfortable, or spend the afternoon just waiting to be changed and miserable. Your choice, so you just think it over while I take care of your big brother”

Todd watched as his Aunt turned to him, her pleasant smile returning along with her normal speaking volume “Let’s see if you need changed okay?” She reached and like Blake squeezed his diaper gently through his sweats. “Seems like I know a little boy who’s wet, well let’s get you changed okay? Why don’t you hop on up here for me?” She patted the changing table
Todd had already dealt with this particular lack of dignity last year when his dad taught him how to self-diaper, and the weekend of punishment had reacclimated him to the mixed feelings of knowing he should hate this whole thing and actually kind of enjoying it. I don’t enjoy it, he told himself, trying his best not to smile, he tried to focus on the fact his cheeks were burning, everyone in the room knew he was being changed. The stupid smile came right back.

Aunt Evelyn pushed Todd’s shirt up toward his armpits leaving his lower torso free and several inches of his diaper, almost hitting his naval, sticking out of the waistband of his sweats. She pulled them to his ankles leaving him in just a soaked Crinklz.

“My, you really are a soggy boy aren’t you?” Aunt Evelyn asked, ripping the tapes open.

Todd was distressed to feel that his smile was back. Damn it he was not enjoying this.

Pulling some wipes from the tub his Aunt must have noticed his smile “Oh you remind me so much of Tommy when he was your age.” She said softly as she cleaned.

What the hell did that mean? Todd mused to himself. He knew Tommy had been punished similarly when he was about Todd’s age, but Todd could have sworn his Aunt had noticed that stupid grin on his face. He was NOT enjoying this, and he couldn’t imagine Tommy had either, so it had to be something else entirely. He thought about his cousin being changed like this with the same grin Todd kept fighting off. That was ridiculous wasn’t it?

So caught up in his thoughts, he realized he had somehow missed the rest of the diaper change and his aunt was suddenly done. He didn’t even remember lifting up or anything! How had she gotten the new diaper under him and taped on without him noticing?

Todd hopped down off the table and started to pull up his pants while his Aunt turned back to his brother.

“All right Blake, up you go, let’s get you taken care of sport.”

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