No, I need to concentrate, she told herself, trying her best to focus. She tapped her pen against her desk absent-mindedly, looking at the equation she was working on. It was only after her eyes had scanned the page five times that she realised she hadn’t been reading the equation at all.
Feeling distracted, Morgan stood up and stretched her arms above her head. She walked around the room a little, waddling a little because of the diaper on her bottom. As a compromise between acting like a baby and doing homework, she had decided to do make an effort to work hard but wear a diaper and have a bowl of ice cream while she did so. However, it had taken so long for her to start working that the ice cream had melted and was no longer cold. Morgan didn’t think wearing a diaper was enough to satisfy her babyish desires either; it was either all or nothing, so a diaper just wouldn’t cut it.
Meanwhile, Morgan’s younger brother was leaning against the door frame, watching his sister with an amused smirk on his face. It was funny for Stephen to watch Morgan struggle with a dilemma, at least up to a point; he enjoyed playing by himself as a baby but he got bored of it after a while. He could only crawl around on all-fours and shake baby rattles for so long before he wanted to play with his sister.
Morgan groaned and walked back across the room to her desk. She sat down and made a half-hearted attempt to start working again.
‘Get to work missy!’ Stephen called, stepping into the room. Morgan sighed, actually feeling rather happy for the interruption.
‘There’s too much sometimes even for me, the great and powerful Morgan,’ she said, ‘and also …’ Morgan stuck out her tongue at Stephen, who smirked playfully. In his mind, he was already concocting an evil scheme to distract Morgan from her homework.
‘Hmph!’ said Stephen, ‘the “great and powerful Morgan” is heading for a time out!’ Stephen picked up a pink plastic kiddie-sized chair – one of the ones he and Morgan used whenever they had a tea party with their stuffed animals – and put it in the corner, facing the walls. ‘The time out chair has your name on it, young lady!’ Stephen added. He picked up the pen that Morgan had been using – or hadn’t been using, more accurately – and wrote her name on the time out chair, before quickly adding “is a loser” underneath it.
While her brother was writing, Morgan picked up the bowl of melted ice cream from her desk and tiptoed over to Stephen. ‘Your poopy chair don’t scare me, jerk face!’ she said, completely giving up her pledge to finish her homework. Morgan turned the bowl upside down and dumped the entire helping of melted ice cream onto Stephen’s head. Stephen gasped and Morgan spared no time in running away, laughing while she did so.
Stephen gave a small shiver, thinking he should’ve been more careful about what he wished for. Morgan, meanwhile, was already at the bottom of the stairs, feeling free. She knew Stephen wouldn’t mind – he might’ve been a little cold or uncomfortable for a while but Morgan generally handled the laundry and the cleanup – but still couldn’t help feeling a little concerned. An ice cream attack was no laughing matter for the person on the receiving end. Morgan knew her brother well enough to know that he wouldn’t cry but she’d be a fool to let her guard down. Stephen would be looking for payback.
‘Hey!’ Stephen called, ‘you think that’s funny!?’ Morgan heard the rapid thuds of Stephen dashing down the stairs and ran into the kitchen, laughing to herself. Stephen leapt down the last few stairs, still coated in ice cream, and hurried after Morgan. The two of them ran around the kitchen table a few times and Morgan even attempted to escape by crawling underneath it at one point. Unfortunately, that was to be her downfall; Stephen hurried around the table and grabbed the back of Morgan’s diaper to stop her from running away. ‘Revenge time!’ Stephen said.
Since acting like babies meant eating like babies too, Morgan and Stephen always made sure they had lots of sweet things to eat, like cookies, ice cream and cotton candy. Basically, any snacks or desserts that would give them the opportunity to wear bibs and make a mess of their faces. So on this occasion, a delicious chocolate cake was sitting on the kitchen table, ready to be eaten. Stephen grabbed a slice and wasted no time in dropping it down the back of Morgan’s diaper.
‘Poopy butt!’ he said, grinning mischievously. Morgan gasped and squirmed, the look on her face causing Stephen to burst out laughing.
‘Hey!’ Morgan yelled, turning around and pouting. Her expression just made Stephen laugh even more. Morgan gave a small growl and stomped over to the refrigerator grumpily. Stephen wasn’t the only one who could get revenge. Morgan scooped a few ice cubes from the refrigerator’s dispenser and dropped them down the front of her brother’s diaper without hesitation. Stephen’s laughter stopped mid-chuckle and he let out a very surprised squeak instead. He clutched the front of his diaper with discomfort, causing a triumphant smile to appear on his sister’s face.
‘C-C-Cold!’ Stephen said breathlessly, ‘that’s really mean!’
‘Hey, tell it to the chocolate in my baby pants,’ said Morgan, frowning. Stephen pouted and marched off to the corner of the kitchen in his icy diaper.
‘Meanie!’ he said, facing the wall and pouting.
‘Hmph!’ said Morgan, walking to the opposite corner and doing the same. She was waddling uncomfortable due to the affliction she imagined was called “cake butt”. The two of them just stood facing in opposite directions for a minute or so before Stephen began growing impatient. He and Morgan only had the opportunity to dress and act like babies while their parents were out, so he didn’t want to waste time with standing in a corner. He glanced over at Morgan a few times while he stood in the corner. He couldn’t help smirking when he saw the back of her diaper; the chocolate cake really did leave a noticeable bulge. Stephen couldn’t imagine how difficult it must’ve been to walk with a dessert down the back of his diaper, although it was no picnic for him either; being covered in ice cream with rapidly-melting ice cubes in his diaper wasn’t exactly a barrel of laughs.
An idea occurring to him, Stephen smiled and tiptoed over to the opposite corner. He lifted one hand and poked Morgan in the shoulder. ‘Tag!’ he said, ‘you’re it! Chase me, little miss chocolate diaper!’ Stephen laughed and ran out of the kitchen, into the dining room. Morgan was stunned but couldn’t resist a game of “tag”. She knew the cake in her diaper might cause a few problems for her but she was too competitive to resist. She grinned and tore out of the kitchen after her brother.
Morgan chased Stephen around the dining table, waddling babyishly as her brother outran and outmanoeuvred her, diving over the table and running into the living room to escape.
‘You’re too slooooow!’ Stephen teased, throwing a cushion in Morgan’s path as an obstacle. Stephen dived behind the couch, thinking that he had no other choice but to hide; he would have to run past Morgan if he wanted to continue running, so stealth was the only option. Morgan, meanwhile, had leapt over the cushion with ballerina-style grace and landed softly at Stephen’s feet. Lying face-down, Stephen hadn’t noticed her. ‘She’ll never find me here,’ said Stephen quietly, in the way that only a toddler or a teenage boy who watched too many cartoons would do, ‘I’m invisible. Totally hidden from view and impossible to see with the naked eye! Stupid Morgany cake-pants!’ Morgan rolled her eyes but had a small grin on her face at the same time. She looked around the living room, wondering what would be the best way to surprise her little brother. Stephen had brought a lot of toys downstairs, some that Morgan hadn’t seen for years. She smirked when she saw an old Halloween mask lying on the couch. She had bought it for the year when she decided to dress as a bumblebee but ultimately chose not to wear it when trick-or-treating; her costume turned out to be cute, rather than accurate, and the mask looked too insect-like. It was clearly plastic but Morgan had preferred to paint her face yellow and black instead. It was a lot cuter and, most importantly, more childish. However, Morgan thought the mask would come in very useful for giving Stephen a shock. She tiptoed around the other side of the couch and slipped the Halloween mask over her face.
Stephen was still lying behind the couch, face-down. He had no idea what was coming and thought Morgan was still chasing him. He continued to work on the idea of running past Morgan so she wouldn’t tag him. In a moment of silence, Stephen thought it’d be a good time to sneak a peek out from behind the couch. He slowly lifted his head … and found himself face-to-face with a giant insect.
Stephen recoiled in horror and leapt to his feet, turning to run as soon as possible. ‘Ahhh!’ he yelled, running away. He had only seen the terrifying creature for a moment but it was enough to fill him with fear. What was it? Was it really a giant insect monster or was his mind playing tricks on him? Perhaps it was a normal-sized insect but one that was very close to his face. That thought just sent further shivers down Stephen’s spine; Stephen was arachnophobic and, although he couldn’t be sure that the creature had been a spider, the idea of a spider being that close to his face brought him close to tears. ‘Morgaaaaan!’ Stephen yelled, running back into the kitchen, ‘save meeeee! Monsterrrrr!’
Stephen looked around when he was in the kitchen but could see no sign of Morgan. She must’ve chased him into the living room … right into the monster’s lair. ‘The … the monster must’ve eaten her …’ Stephen said, stunned. He gulped and shook with fear, his bottom lip trembling. He wasn’t thinking straight. Stephen’s teenage and childlike thoughts seemed to have melded together and a giant insect monster eating his sister actually seemed possible. He choked back the tears as a more worrying thought occurred to him; it was actually his fault if Morgan was eaten. He was the one who insisted on playing “tag” …
Morgan, meanwhile, had taken off her Halloween mask and was giggling to herself quietly in the living room. It was so funny to watch her brother, covered in ice cream and with melted ice cubes in his diaper, sprinting off to the kitchen in a panic. She looked over to the kitchen and could see Stephen with his back to the door. Morgan briefly wondered what he was thinking but shrugged it off and put her mask back on, ready to scare him again. She struggled to keep her giggles quiet as she began to sneak up on him again but she was faced with a few problems.
The floor was covered in flecks of ice cream, water that had dripped from Stephen’s diaper while he had been running and pieces of chocolate cake that had fallen out of the bottom of Morgan’s diaper when she had chased him. Not only that but Morgan couldn’t see much from behind the mask; her vision was limited to two small slits, which wasn’t enough to get a good look at the room around her. Inevitably, Morgan slid on a piece of chocolate cake and she made an “aieee” noise as she fell to the floor with a thud. She had been holding the mask between her finger and thumb – the elastic designed to hold it on her face had snapped years earlier – and as she tumbled, it flew out of her hand and disappeared under the dining table with a clatter.
Stephen looked around as he heard a noise, frightened that it might’ve been the monster again. He gasped when he saw Morgan on the floor but the mask was under the dining table, where he couldn’t see it. ‘Morgany!’ Stephen yelled with surprise, ‘are you okay?’ Stephen ran over to Morgan to help her to her feet. Morgan blushed with embarrassment, mainly because she had just sat on the chocolate cake that was in the back of her diaper. ‘I was so worried,’ said Stephen, holding Morgan’s hand, ‘I thought a monster got you and gobbled you up.’ Morgan’s eyes widened as Stephen put his arms around her, pulling her into a hug. She hugged him back in surprise, not knowing what else to do; Stephen had thought the monster was real!? It came as a shock to Morgan and she was overcome with guilt. Her heart sank when she remembered that Stephen had a fear of spiders and that probably added to how scared he was. ‘I had nobody to protect me …’ Stephen added.
That was the last straw; Morgan’s bottom lip began to tremble and she started to sniffle. She gave a few dry sobs before a few tears leaked out the corners of her eyes. Stephen looked up at her in confusion. ‘Aw, Morgan, you’re crying,’ he said, ‘why? Are you scared of the monster? I think it’s gone now …’ Stephen paused to hug Morgan tighter, ‘… I think he knew my big sister was here to keep me safe, so he ran off …’
Morgan’s crying became louder. The guilt was just too much to take. How could I have been so stupid? Morgan thought to herself. By now, her crying was practically a full-blown “waaaaahhhhh” noise. Very babyish but certainly not the kind of “babyish” that Morgan and Stephen enjoyed.
Stephen’s bottom lip began to tremble and, to his surprise, he started to cry too. It had been a difficult day for him and he wasn’t thinking straight with ice cream on his head and shoulders, a soaking wet diaper taped around his bottom and the shock of the “monster” attack still fresh in his mind. He couldn’t help being a little childish after everything he’d been through and the sight of his big sister crying was enough to set him off too. Morgan raised her eyebrows and sniffled a little. She subtly altered their poses, so she was the one holding Stephen comfortingly and stroking his hair gently with one hand. A few more sobs escaped Morgan’s lips as she realised that Stephen was only crying because of her. The guilt inside her grew a little more, in spite of Morgan doing her best to reassure herself that she was doing everything she could to comfort her little brother.
You’ve got to tell him, her conscience said, you’ve got to. You know you’ll regret it if you don’t. The guilt won’t go away just because of a comforting hug or two. Morgan’s expression turned into a pout as she knew her conscience was telling the truth. She wouldn’t be able to face Stephen properly if she didn’t come clean with him. Morgan’s heart sank. Stupid conscience, she thought to herself.
‘Are … are you okay?’ Stephen asked, his bottom lip trembling. Morgan cleared her throat and wiped the tears from her eyes. Time to put on her big girl pants and come clean. There was a first time for everything …
‘Yeah,’ said Morgan, taking a deep breath to steady her voice, ‘listen … there’s something you should know.’
‘Hm?’ Stephen asked curiously.
‘The … the monster? It was me,’ said Morgan, hugging Stephen close to her to avoid looking him in the eyes, ‘I was the m-monster. I was wearing a mask and sneaked up on you when you were behind the couch. I’m really s-sorry.’ Morgan bit her bottom lip to stop it from trembling and kept as still as she could, desperate to hear what Stephen would say. There was a long pause and Morgan’s mind raced, wondering if Stephen would be upset or angry or distant. Morgan couldn’t do anything but wait, staying as still as a statue and even holding her breath, so desperate was she to hear what Stephen said.
‘I don’t care,’ said Stephen, hugging Morgan tighter. Morgan’s eyebrows shot up.
‘Huh?’ she asked, ‘you … you don’t care?’
‘Nope,’ said Stephen, ‘it doesn’t matter that you scared me. You were no scarier with the creepy mask on than you are without it.’
‘Shut up! Poopy face!’ said Morgan, unable to hide her grin. Stephen smiled too and shook his head mischievously. The two of them giggled a little but didn’t say anything, happy to enjoy the friendship between them. It was a huge weight off Morgan’s shoulders and she wanted to savour the moment.
‘So you’re okay?’ asked Stephen, more relaxed.
‘Yeah. No more tears,’ said Morgan, smiling and nodding, ‘my bum’s feeling a little chocolate-y though.’ Stephen laughed while Morgan reached for a tissue from the box on the dining table.
‘Well we have lots of fresh diapers and baby wipes,’ he said, ‘we need them after how, uh, “chocolate-y” your bum can get from time to time.’ Morgan gave a weary smirk and held the tissue up for Stephen to blow on, which he gladly did. ‘Just kidding,’ he added in a squeaky voice, as Morgan held his nose. Morgan’s grin widened and she mussed her brother’s hair up a bit.
‘We should both get cleaned up,’ she said, ‘I think that monster scared something out of you, if you know what I mean.’
‘Heeey, I’m clean and dry!’ said Stephen, folding his arms and pouting indignantly, ‘except for the ice you put down the front of my diaper!’ Stephen looked at Morgan’s clothes with a raised eyebrow; since he’d been hugging her, she had more than a little ice cream on her too.
‘I dunno, doesn’t smell like it,’ Morgan teased. Stephen blushed but was determined not to give in.
‘Nu-uh, does not!’ he countered, ‘or … does too! Whichever one is right in this non-poopy diaper situation!’ Morgan sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. Arguing with Stephen meant that everything was back to normal.
‘Either way, I’d say we both need a change,’ Morgan said.
‘Yeah,’ said Stephen, with a smile, ‘I think we do. And … sorry. For making your bum messy.’
‘I’m sorry for … all the other stuff,’ said Morgan, her heart warming to her little brother as it so often did in tender moments. Even after everything she had done to Stephen – scaring him with the mask, covering him with ice cream and putting ice down his diaper – he was the first to apologise for his actions. Although a slice of chocolate cake against her behind wasn’t any fun, Morgan knew that Stephen had been on the receiving end of worse treatment. Being kind to her brother was the least Morgan could do. ‘I’ll start the bath,’ she said, ‘you wanna go in first?’ Stephen smiled and shook his head.
‘I think you need it more,’ he said, with a playful smile, ‘seriously, you smell worse than cheese and feet mixed together in a bowl made of poop!’ Stephen winked at his sister and dashed up the staircase to the bathroom, laughing to himself. Morgan just smiled and rolled her eyes.
‘I always end up being the grown-up in the end,’ she mused, traipsing after her brother.
Art by Pink-Diapers Written by Guest-1001 and Pink-Diapers
That was cute
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