Chapter 5: Family fun: Yoga, basketball, and swimming

Themes in this chapter: pissing, spanking, suppository, diaper mess

Characters: Em, Beth (POV), Liz

Since my husband, Dave was never home, I had to drive the kids everywhere. I enjoyed going out with them – although they did not need their mother to stick around that much. Especially my daughter Liz, who did everything in her power to get away from the family – unless she needed some money or transport, of course. Em, as the adoptee, had no agency and no choice.

Unfortunately, nothing was easy with Em. Here are some stories about that.

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I went with Liz and Em to one of the hot yoga classes. Both Liz and I sat in our shorts and tees, sweating on the yoga mat floor. Emery watched intently as Liz and I did our mantras. As we did the sun salutations, I noticed Em looking uncomfortable. He sat in the back and twisted his upper body.

Sensing that something was wrong, I broke my yoga routine and walked back to see my son. He had just peed himself. My brain went into overdrive as I attempted to solve the problem. I could only think of one solution: head to the changing room, pull down his pants and give him a good spanking. It’s what any mother would do!

I told him to stay in the changing room while I figured out the next steps. When we finished the class, I asked Liz to lend me her yoga pants. I grabbed Em, shook him a bit, and put him in his sister’s used stretch pants. My boy shuffled out of the gym in his pink pants walking behind us closely.

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The next day I saw Liz and Em playing basketball.

‘Women are better at basketball!’ Liz teased her brother. She was right: Em’s basketball skills were lacking, and his sister pulled off an impressive victory. When Em lost the game, Liz made sure he was over her lap for a quick spanking with a branch she found nearby.

I watched as Liz spanked Emery like a naughty man. Her discipline was swift and confident. I waited a minute or two, then I yelled at her to stop — only mothers should exercise domestic discipline! Yet, that evening I started thinking – would Emery’s toxic masculinity endure without Liz’s sibling control?

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A week later we went swimming together. We entered the family changing room and quickly un-robed.

“Mom, when did Emery poop last time?” Liz’s question caught me off-guard. I believe Liz just wanted to embarrass her brother – successfully. However, I figured she was right.

I rummaged in my bag and found a leaf of suppositories. I took a bullet out and shoved it inside Em. He yelped, not expecting the insertion. I quickly sheathed him in a nappy and hugged him.

“I’m so glad these are waterproof,” I observed the bright pink disposable diaper. Em looked at the diaper in horror.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t let Emery in the diaper join us in the water. It was too cold for him anyway, so I found a smaller, less crowded pool that Em could sit next to. I followed Em in the corner of my eye while he struggled with his stomach.

By the time we finished soaking, Em had already made a mess. It seemed too much effort to bother changing him until we finished with the swimming completely, so we moved on, leaving Em alone to keep messing. I followed Liz to a warmer pool and spent the next hour chatting with her.

Chapter 6: Family Fun: Badminton, hide and seek, and cinema

Themes in this chapter: Messing, pissing, suppository, spanking, rectal thermometer

Characters: Em, Beth (POV), Liz, Others

Here are some more stories to share about Emery.

I played badminton with Liz, and Emery helped us collect the shuttlecocks. His diapers poked out under his shorts. He was so happy to be outside that he couldn’t stop giggling and jumping around.

We realized midway through the game that Emery got himself into quite a mess. Liz giggled and patted his butt with her racket as he continuously soiled himself for all to see. His discomfort was visible every time she touched him.

Liz’s cruelty confused me, but it didn’t stop my hope for her. Her move to college was imminent, and so would be Em’s loneliness at home. Maybe when she goes off to school, I can find him a girlfriend- or someone to keep him company.

Once we had done with the game – Liz beat me – I took Em to the side of the house and used a hose to wash him off.

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One evening, I saw Liz walking in and heading to her bedroom. Realizing Emery wasn’t with her, I questioned her about his whereabouts.

What do you know? Apparently, they played Hide-and-seek, and Liz had given up looking for Em. About three hours before!

We found Emery crouching behind some bushes during the evening search. The poor little thing peed his pants and bawled like a baby when he heard my voice call his name.

He was still shaking from the cold when we got home, so I wanted to make sure he wasn’t feeling sick. I made him take off his pants and let me check for a fever. After I prodded his rear with the thermometer, he finally stopped tearing up. I tucked him into bed and gave him some hot chocolate to get him to sleep.

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My whole family went to see the new Star Wars movie. It was an open-air cinema, so we collectively got comfortable on a blanket right in the middle of the grassy field.

I sat through the whole movie, watching these characters struggle and fight. They did not understand; it was all a part of falling in love — just like my relationship with Emery. During a big battle scene, I saw my son crouch in pain.

He was suffering from tummy cramps. I took him to the side and gave him a suppository. I was so used to giving him rectal medicine; I surprised myself with how quickly I could shove it up to his ass.

Em immediately started belching and farting because of the medicine. Knowing that he had a big messy moment coming, I sent him to the corner of the open area, where others would not smell him.

When I peeked at him an hour later, I was relieved to see he had shat himself. His bulging diapers needed a change, so I took him to the side, got a wet wipe, and cleaned him up. Unfortunately, this meant I missed the end of the movie. This was so frustrating. Why cannot I have someone with typical bowel hygiene?

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