Step Brother to Step Baby (Chapter 14)

Mikey sprang to his feet as his name was called, his obedience now a stark contrast to his previous defiance. Though he wanted to escape, he knew he was already in trouble and didn't want to worsen the situation.

Alison stood at the door, her arms crossed and a stern expression on her face. Next to her stood the delivery driver, holding a large box of nappies. 

Clare, positioned behind them, glanced down at Mikey's crotch, trying to determine if he was wearing a nappy.

"Thank you for returning," Alison said to the delivery driver. "I apologize for the mix-up." She wrapped her arm around Mikey's shoulders. "Mikey is a bit self-conscious about still needing nappies at his age."

As they continued chatting, Mikey stood there, feeling humiliated. 

His cheeks burned with embarrassment as they discussed him as if he were invisible. He wished he could vanish into thin air.

"Mikey, say hello to the delivery driver... again," Alison instructed, her tone condescending.

"Hello," Mikey nervously replied, his voice cracking.

"Hey Mikey," the delivery man cheerfully responded.

Alison, speaking to Mikey in a condescending manner as if he were a child, asked, "And what do you have to say for wasting the gentleman's time?"

Despite her composed exterior, Alison seethed with anger at his defiance. 

She  had to seize this opportunity to teach him a lesson, to show that actions have consequences, if she wanted to prevent Mikey from regressing further.

Mikey mumbled, "I'm sorry for wasting your time, Sir."

Alison leaned in closer and said, "I couldn't hear you. Speak up." She was aware that she was embarrassing him, but she disregarded his discomfort.

Clearing his throat, Mikey repeated, "I'm sorry for wasting your time, sir," speaking louder this time as instructed.

"No problem, kiddo. So it seems like these nappies are yours," the delivery man remarked, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

Mikey felt sick to his stomach. He couldn't believe what was happening to him.

To compound matters, Clare's grandchildren had gathered around her, with Katie and Lucy now observing intently from behind Mikey's back, reveling in the spectacle.

Clare lingered, her grandchildren at her side, eavesdropping on the conversation despite it not being their concern.

"Grandma, why does the big boy need nappies?" one of Clare's grandchildren, likely 2 or 3 years old, innocently asked.

"I don't know, dear. Now go inside," Clare shooed her grandchildren away.

Upon overhearing the question, Alison turned to Mikey, her expression stern.

"Mikey, we don't want to waste any more of the nice man's time. Do you want to say thank you for delivering your nappies and explain why you need them?"

Feeling utterly humiliated, Mikey looked down at the ground, his face burning, and quietly said, "Thank you for the delivery, sir."

"And why do you need them?" Alison probed.

"I've... I've... I've been having trouble staying dry," Mikey replied.

The delivery man struggled to maintain a straight face, but a chuckle escaped him as Clare tutted disapprovingly, shaking her head.

"Well, Mikey, nice to meet you, kid. You're a lot bigger than most of my customers, but I'm happy to be delivering your new nappies," he said.

As the delivery man began handing over the items to Mikey, who took them in his arms, he couldn't resist making another snide remark.

"My three-year-old has been a nightmare to potty train at night, but I hope he'll be dry long before you, or it's going to be expensive," he said, gesturing toward Mikey.

Mikey felt sickened. He couldn't believe he was being mocked in such a manner, especially in front of a complete stranger.

Unconcerned by the delivery driver's mockery, Alison stated, "We're trying to potty train him again," her voice firm. "But he wets the bed every night, regardless of what we do."

Mikey couldn't comprehend it. What was she talking about? Potty training?

"That's the invoice. £406, please. Let me go and get the rest," the delivery man said.

Mikey's eyes widened. There was more? £406?! How much had she ordered?

It was evident that she had no intention of allowing him to stop using nappies anytime soon, considering the significant sum she had spent on them. There was no chance she would let all those supplies go to waste.

Observing Mikey's surprise, Alison remarked, "Babies are expensive. These are just your nappies. I need to buy you many other things too! Fortunately, your dad left us enough money to get everything we need to keep you dry—or should I say, to keep your bed dry."

The delivery man laughed. "Well, it looks like you'll be changing nappies for a while, so I'm sure I'll be back soon," he said before turning to retrieve the remaining items from his van.

"Take those upstairs and then come back down here for the rest," Alison ordered as Mikey carried the first batch of items upstairs.

Upon his return downstairs, Mikey was struck by the sheer quantity of the order. She must have ordered hundreds of nappies! 

He only needed them at night, so why had she ordered so many? At this rate, he'd be using them until he was 20! 

The thought of still wearing nappies at that age made him shudder.

"Come on, and the rest," Alison gestured toward the pile of diapers on the floor. "You can daydream later."

Alison watched as Mikey carried the remaining boxes upstairs. Her decision to place such a substantial order held immense significance. 

It was a deliberate message to Mikey, emphasising the permanence of his new state. She wanted him to understand that these nappies were not a passing phase but a permanent fixture in his life, solidifying her dominance and authority.

She smiled to herself, satisfied with the progress she had made. Months of effort were finally paying off. As she contemplated the weeks ahead, Alison envisioned a gradual but complete erosion of Mikey's independence. 

Step by step, she aimed to diminish his self-reliance and establish a state of absolute dependence on her and her daughters. The nappies played a pivotal role in this strategy, symbolizing the enduring nature of his submissive state.

Boosted by the initial success of her plan, Alison's confidence soared. Mikey's quick change in demeanour, within such a short period, exceeded her expectations.

Given his history of challenging authority, she had anticipated more resistance to change. But after his initial protests, he seemed to be accepting her new rules and expectations.

However, Mikey's recent act of disobedience served as a reminder that there was still work to be done. She had always anticipated setbacks and acts of defiance along the way, but she viewed them as opportunities.

By capitalising on these rebellious moments, she could further expedite Mikey's regression and cement her control over him.

It provided her with the chance to punish his poor behaviour, just like you would with a child, and reinforce her argument that her course of action was justified.

"Mum, what are you going to do about Mikey?" Katie asked, bringing Alison back to reality.

"You'll have to wait and see, Darling, but one thing's for sure: your brother needs to realise that actions have consequences."