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"Wake up." Jamie heard Jon's voice and stirred, pushing away his brother's hand. "Now, now, I've let you sleep long enough. This is a nap, not a full night's sleep!" Jamie groaned and opened his eyes to see Jon leaning over the side of the crib. In Jamie's mind, it was still Aiden's crib, even if he had been sleeping in it for however many months now. And, he added, even if Aiden was now Jon's friend more than his. "And up you come!" Jamie felt the mattress fall away as Jon lifted him up, hand naturally landing under the soft white of Jamie's diapered bottom. "How was your nap?" "Fine." Jamie mumbled around the pacifier. Jon chuckled. "Well, I got you up just in time for Christmas photos." "Okay." "But we need to get that naptime diaper off first, don't we?" Jon smiled and carried his brother over to the nearby changing table. It also served as a makeshift dresser for Ja...

“I wish I’d remembered your bib.” Jon bemoaned for the millionth time, taking a napkin and wiping Jamie’s chubby cheeks. “Not that it does much with such a messy little baby like you, hmm?” Jamie only blushed. It still bothered him to be called a baby, not that anyone seemed to care. His whole family and everyone else in his life seemed to accept that he was a baby, no questions asked. It definitely did not help that he was sitting on Jon’s lap with chocolate ice cream on his face and hands, shaggy-haired and with about an inch of white diaper exposed from where his shorts had drooped and his t-shirt had ridden up. Jon kept trying to resituate his brother’s outfit, but it did not seem to cooperate. Jamie suspected that was intentional. As if on cue, Jon squeezed the crotch of Jamie’s diaper through his snug little blue shorts. Jamie still wore underwear at home, but any outing now meant wearing a diaper and Jamie knew it would not be long before Jon had him diapered around the clock....

Jamie slid down the plastic slide in the backyard, still not used to the feeling of the bumpy plastic against his cotton-clad butt. Ever since that afternoon he had spent out here in just a diaper, Jon seemed to have no qualms about having him play outside in his tighty whities. "I used to wear boxers." He muttered, pushing his hair out of his face. His hair was so long now, but Jon refused to ever let him cut it shorter than a shaggy mop that made him look like a toddler. He climbed up the steps to the top of the playground, figuring he could go down the slide again. If he stayed still for too long, Jon would come grab him and make him do something else babyish. At least out here, he was alone, even if he wished he could have clothes on. He lost count of how many times he went down the slide before Jon emerged from the house, a bottle in his hands. Thinking quickly, he tried to cross as much of the yard as possible, but Jon still met him more than halfway, scooping Jamie up...

Jamie knew that he looked like a very small boy no matter what he wore, especially thanks to his mop of hair that his brother Jon kept perfectly coiffed. The diaper that was his only article of clothing there in the backyard only made it worse. What made it worse was that Jon had waited until they were outside to diaper him, just like the change in the park during fireworks. Sitting right over there on the picnic table was his striped shirt, jeans, and starkly white briefs. He whimpered as he wished he could put his clothes back on. "It's just for today, buddy." Jon said as he fitted Jamie with the other new development: a backpack with a leash to keep him in the sandbox. "Since you're going to be wearing your diaper to bed now, I want you used to how they feel." "So I gotta spend all day in a diaper?" "Yep." Jon smiled. "But you don't have to use it if you don't wanna." He kissed Jamie's cheek. "Have fun playi...

“All buckled, snug as a bug in a rug?” Jon asked, checking Jamie’s straps for the fifth time. He genuinely wanted to make sure his brother was unlikely to fall out, but he also liked to remind him that he had locked him into a stroller with no hopes of getting out on his own, thanks to the childproof buckle. “Jamieproof buckle.” Jon mused. “All set?” “Yes.” Jamie muttered grumpily. “Remember our plan, Jamie?” Jon asked. “Can’t believe I’m doing this.” “Oh, don’t fuss, peanut. We’ll save a lot of money thanks to the deal.” Their local fireworks had a deal that a child five or under got in free with the purchase of a ticket. Jon knew that if he put Jamie in a stroller, the tiny boy would easily pass, despite being much older than five. Jamie knew all too well that when Jon got an idea, it happened. Just about six months ago, Jon’s parents had privately told him that since he was more responsible, had better grades, and was always doing his chores without even needing to be reminded, the...