The Family Chapter 5 - Mistakes

Themes in this chapter: spanking, pacifier, suppository, diaper, tummy massage

Characters: Em (POV), Beth, Liz

"Em, what have you done?" Mom's voice echoed in my head as I stood above the broken glass with teary eyes. It was going so well, and I screwed it up again.

Mom got the job, and now she was busier than ever. Even with Liz's help, she worked from morning to evening. I saw cameras, dresses, cutlery, and bags of random items flying through the house every hour or two.

My job was simple: keep it tidy: collect the plates they use after they finish, pick the clothing up and bring it to the laundry, stack the boxes in the corner, etc.

I broke so many valuables. I dropped several plates, glasses; I tore t-shirts stuck on the door handle. Once a glass shattered with a loud bang, mom had enough.

She grabbed a hairbrush and sat on a wooden chair. I found myself across her lap, begging her not to spank me. I tried explaining that I slipped on a water spill and that earlier Liz threw the boxes too hard at me. She didn't have it.

The head of the hairbrush hurt so much. It bruised my behind and left me sore for hours. After 5 strikes with the hairbrush, she smacked me with her hand a few times. This spread the redness across my bottom half even more. Initially, Liz stood there watching, and later she helped mom hold me down across mom's lap.

The next day, mom handed me a pacifier after breakfast. "You complained a lot over the past days. I want to hear none of this. I need you to put this in your mouth and hold it in all day. You can only take it out when I tell you."

Sucking on the pacifier helped me to cope with my anxiety a little. I made some progress and went a day without issues. However, the following day, I dropped Liz's phone on the floor when she handed it over.

"What have you done you, idiot!" Liz shouted. "Mom, Em is being stupid again!" My relationship with Liz has gotten much worse. I lost faith in getting along with her.

I expected even more shouting, but mom just looked tired. She stood there for a minute, looking into my eye - terrifying me to the core. She shrugged and grabbed my hand.

"You need a break." She instructed me and walked me to my room. "Take your clothes off and wait for my return." I stood there for a few minutes naked, waiting for my family to march in with a bigger hairbrush for severe punishment. My butt was aching just by thinking of the spanking I was about to get.

Instead, mom reappeared with training pants in her hand. She asked me to climb up the taller table and lay back on it. She slid the nappy under me, then she adjusted the strap around my legs and ensured that it would not fold in the wrong places. She has gently guided me into a sitting position and picked a bag up from the floor.

I sat there watching her, with the pacifier in my mouth, taking a suppository out of her bag. "This thing worked so well last time: let's do it again! You need to get rid of these toxins. They are bad for you, and I am guessing they made you err."

She pushed me back on my back and propped my leg up in the air. She fiddled with the side of my diaper - unfastening the area she was so careful to secure just minutes ago. She firmly pushed the suppository inside me and held my cheeks together for a minute. I took a deep breath as she inserted the rectal medicine for me. A quiet moan and a frown were the most I could do with a pacifier in my mouth.

Mom helped me off the table and tucked me in bed. Weirdly, I was not feeling as anxious as before. My stomach has not started cramping yet and sucking on the pacifier relaxed me. Mom rolled me up in the duvet so that only my head poked out. I could barely move, but that did not bother me.

She lowered the shades and switched the lights off. Her silhouette moved around like an angel in the doorway light. I knew she was mad at me, but I could not blame her. I deserved to be punished for my mistakes.

I expected her to leave and shut the door, but she walked back to my bed. She leaned in and kissed me on my lips; I was shocked and just froze. She grabbed my duvet and rolled me around so that I faced the wall, then she ran her hands on the duvet until she found my tummy.

She pressed on my tummy through the duvet gently, then moved her hands in a downwards motion. She put pressure on my abdomen to provoke a cramp, then repeated this movement again and again. She gave me a message to encourage bowel movement. The cramps that I missed before were knocking on my back door with full force. The tummy rub quickly overwhelmed me, and I had to release everything right there.

"Good. Now stay there and rest until we call you. Hopefully, we can avoid mistakes like these next time." Mom concluded and walked out of the room. Her kiss kept me enchanted, and I almost completely forgot about my soggy, bulging diapers.

The Family - Chapter 6 - Coping with Anxiety

Themes in this chapter: diaper, pissing, feeding, regression

Characters: Em (POV), Beth, Liz

The austere wooden chair was standing in the table's corner next to where mom sat. While all chairs in the house were oversized and expensive, this one stood out with its thick arms and high back.

"We will use this as a baby chair." Mom has announced as she threw a pink cushion haphazardly on top of it. After I sat there, she took a large plastic board from the table and placed it across my seating, blocking my way from getting up.

"You have been not eating regularly, Em. You are clearly having anxiety issues. I will feed you from now on until we get this fixed." Her impersonal voice sounded like she was reading an assembly manual rather than talking to her son.

I was still thinking bout the time she kissed me on the lips. I never got this much and so little affection from anyone else. I didn't know how I was supposed to feel.

Mom grabbed a plate packed with a range of meals: mostly scraps: half an avocado in the middle, some prunes on the side, a few strips of chicken spread across. We tried to get through each with mixed results. We had to stop a few times for a break, during which mom moved to the back of the room to stare over her work plans.

After a good hour of struggling, she handed me a plastic bottle with a familiar milky liquid in it. It tasted sweet, so it was easy to drink, and I finished it with a happy burp.

"Good job!" she complimented me as she removed the plastic board. "Now, let's get you a nap! You will be my baby now."

I couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Me, a baby? Even at the institute, I felt treated more of an adult than here. Was this a step back, a sign of a failure of my adoption? I couldn't read mom's emotions: she often showed signs of affection followed by something of the opposite: embarrassing statements.

Mom diapered me in bed, and I was off to sleep. As the door locked, I turned on my belly and tried falling asleep. I could never doze off quickly because the milk filled up my bladder. I knew she diapered me for this very reason: I had to use it.

Even though I pissed myself at the institute regularly, it was a challenge to do it again for the first few times at the family. Once I figured that rubbing myself against the duvet warms me up enough, filling up my nappy stopped being too disturbing. I fell asleep before the dampness got to me.

"Yeah, this is totally normal. We know so many bedwetters." Liz teased me. I wasn't sure if she actually knew any bedwetters or not, but I learned fast that I shouldn't talk back. Talking back didn't work at the orphanage, and it was practically impossible here.

"Don't be mean." mom hushed her. "Em needs this to cope with nervousness. I am sure we won't need to do this for long. Unless you want to pick up the slack and diaper him yourself."

"Wow, that's a great idea. I will do the diapering… you know, just like siblings do." I expected Liz to be disgusted by the idea of diapering me, but she actually sounded excited. Or I was missing something.

The weather was getting warm, so after a few days, I wore diapers and nothing else. This exposed me to prying eyes, although those eyes were only from my family so far. I worried this might change soon.

One afternoon, Liz volunteered to put me to sleep. Mom looked surprised but didn't think long, and I was marching behind my sister minutes later. Liz got me on my bed, took her shoes off, and then climbed next to me.

"Okay, let's do this, bro. Let me see. I have to check your diaper." She explained as she removed my nappies. It sounded like she wasn't talking to me but herself: she was regurgitating mom's instructions so she wouldn't screw it up.

She found my nappies clean, so she re-diapered me. She squatted on my bed while I lay there. She looked comical, like someone trying to disarm a bomb and wanted to get as close to the 'device' as possible.

She fiddled so much with my diaper; I fell asleep. Just as I dozed off completely, I felt my legs warming up. With my last lucid thoughts, I knew what was going on. While diapering me, Liz removed her panties from under her skirt and pissed on my bed. Her pee fought its way through my duvet and spread on my legs. I couldn't resist because the sleeping pills in the milk kicked in. I woke up with mom looking incredibly concerned.

"I diapered him correctly, you see? I think he pulled his diaper aside and pissed on the bed intentionally." Liz explained as mom looked confused first, then angry. I knew I was about to get the worst spanking ever.

The Family - Chapter 7 - Working Together

Themes in this chapter: rectal thermometer, suppository, boobies

Characters: Em (POV), Beth, Liz

Mom spanked me for pissing on my bed - something Liz did but blamed me for - however, she also became slightly suspicious of her daughter. She supervised Liz diapering me and taking my temperature. Liz still screwed it up a few times, mainly by not pushing the thermometer deep enough or pushing it too deep, and hurting me.

A few days later, mom called me into her room just after I finished packing the dishes. She was sitting on her bed looking at Liz, who was fiddling with a camera on a tripod.

"Make sure it captures not only the bed but also the area behind. Our viewers need to see our sponsors." She waved toward the body lotions lined up on the drawer chest behind her. "Oh, Em, finally, you are here. Come, sit next to me."

I sat down on the bed, expecting some new tidying or cleaning tasks. Instead, mom has finally involved me in her work.

"I need you to follow my orders exactly to the letter, okay?" As I nodded, she turned towards the camera and started speaking to an imaginary audience. She introduced herself and talked about some sort of medical advice. I couldn't really follow her train of thoughts; tired from earlier packing, I spent my energy keeping my anxiety in check."

"So you have to get your loved ones between your leg like this." She continued as she grabbed me and moved me in front of her. She crossed her legs behind me while talking to the camera. She grabbed my diaper and slid it down, revealing my butt to the lens.

I froze for a second. I still did not know what was going on, but I realized I was being recorded.

"Em, darling, lean on your side." She instructed with a gentle voice. I heard the woman who kissed me a week ago, and not the woman who spanked me just a few days ago.

"We moistened the tip of the thermometer with some lubricant earlier. Now, we will insert the lubricated end into the anal opening about an inch. With adults like Em here, you might feel a bit of resistance, but don't worry; it does not hurt them."

She clasped me with her legs as humiliation was overwhelming me. I took a deep breath and hoped this would be over soon.

"Cup your hand against their bottom while speaking to them quietly." Mom described every step she took, then I heard her whisper some encouraging words. "It will be all fine, Em."

"It is signaling that the temperature is ready to be read." She announced and pulled the thermometer out of my butt. She looked down on the instrument for a second, then back to the camera. "He has some fever, so I will give him a suppository for it in a minute."

While still holding me close, mom reached into her pocket and pulled a suppository out. "We already unwrapped it, so we can go ahead with the insertion." She took a quick pause. I didn't see her face, but I knew she was smiling at the camera.

"Gently push the suppository into the rectum with your finger, then hold the buttocks together for a minute to keep it in place." Mom instructed our invisible viewers as I squirmed, facing the back of the room. Her grip was too strong to let me leave. I heard Liz's snickering at my pain behind the camera.

"Okay, let's do one more shoot from another angle." She raised her arm and pointed next to me. Liz picked up the tripod and moved the camera so that my behind got a much more prominent view.

"You are great, Em. Just do what you did so far." She smiled at me, then launched into the same explanation again. She gave me another suppository - this time pushing it slower and holding my buttocks together for a little too long. My legs cramped by the end, and I whimpered.

We finished 30 minutes and another suppository insertion later, and mom led me back to my room. I laid down, and she tucked me in bed. Then she leaned in and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

"I love you, mom," I muttered for the first time. She smiled at me but said nothing. She turned the light off and closed the door but stayed with me in the room. She grabbed my body and pulled it closer to her. I looked up at her, just like I looked up at the psychologist at the institution some time ago. I could feel her smiling in the dark.

She reached up and removed her top. She adjusted her bra and revealed one of her breasts to me. Even in darkness, I could sense the shape and the curve of her boobies.

"You did well today, Em." She said as she pushed my face into her breast. I kissed her skin and let her tits pop inside my half-open mouth. I did not dare to suck on it, so I just gently pushed back against it with my tongue. Mom giggled a little, then pulled her breast back. A minute later, she left the room, and I was fast asleep.

The Family - Chapter 8 - Potty Test

"Em, you have been using the diaper for a while now. Now, we have to teach you how to use a potty." Mom presented the all-too-familiar plastic seat and placed it on the floor. The first tries were challenging. I was so used to the diapers that I felt too exposed sitting on the cold plastic.

Mom gave me tummy massages, suppositories, and enemas at different times to encourage me to use the potty. Once done, she asked me to wipe myself. She always showed me the spots I missed but never let me fix them. Instead, I had to wear a diaper to cover the dirty areas until bathing time. "Get wiping right I won't do it for you. So you will have this dirty feeling to remind you what you need to learn for next time."

One evening, Liz entered the room. I was dozing off already, but she shook me and woke me up.

"Em, I need your help." Her quick sentences urged me to sit up and jump for her help. Even if I barely trusted her.

"Stay here. I will be back in a minute." She continued and walked to the other side of the room. She grabbed the potty and pulled it to the middle, where I could see her clearly even in the dim light. She pulled her panties down, squatted, and emptied her bowels amidst some moaning.

She stood up with a satisfied posture and approached me again. She held her skirt up and turned around. "Grab some tissues there and wipe me." She giggled. Her behavior puzzled me; I stopped and considered rejecting her request.

"Go on, I have to go back to my bed. Hurry if you want mom's praise." Her audacity stunned me; she demanded a wipe like it would be an ordinary thing.

As I finished cleaning her, she turned to me again. "Remember, you are here because I wanted you to be here. I can tell mom you are a brat, and you will be out. Is that what you want?" I wasn't sure if she was telling the truth or not, but she was very confident. I knew she could make it happen if she put her mind to it, so I shut up and left the tissues on top of the potty pile.

The next day mom was happy with my output, and she fed me chocolate for breakfast as a reward. This also had an unfortunate outcome: a few days later, I had to use the toilet in front of everyone. Mom, dad, and Liz were eagerly watching me grunt and push sitting on the potty. After a lengthy 15 minute struggle, I barely got the minimum out.

Mom sounded disappointed. "I guess we still have to use the diapers sometimes. Oh well, I was hopeful after what happened the other day."

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