“Pleaseee!” the boy whined. “Mama, please! I’m a big boy. Not little! Not like Aubrey!” he stomped his foot on the ground.
“Oh, you’re a big boy?” his mama crossed her arms over chest watching as his face crumpled up, lips quivering. “Well, you aren’t acting very big right now. Do big boys have tantrums? Do they throw their food?”
The black-haired boy went quiet, wide brown eyes now intensely focused on the ground. It wasn’t fair. Nothing was fair! A whimper escaped from his pouty lips, angry tears pouring down his face.
“Micah, you know the condition.” she squatted down in front of the sobbing boy. She squeezed his chin in her hand. “Mama and Daddy can not be with our guests if we have a messy little boy. It will not be fun for either of us, I can guarantee you that.”
“But I won’t go potty!” he argued, very proud of his big boy undies. “I won’t! I pwomise! Pwea-”
“No.” her voice hardened as she grabbed him by the arm. “Be lucky you’re not wearing a diaper. Do you want to be like your sister?”
He grumbled, looking over at his stinky sister completely oblivious, playing with her dolls in a stupid diaper.
“Your sister couldn’t control her pee-pee and poopies. Now, she’s in a very comfy diaper and doesn’t have to worry anymore. She didn’t complain, did she?”
“Answer me.” her grip tightened.
“N-no, mama.” he mumbled.
“I thought you could be mama and daddy’s good boy. You want to watch the fireworks don’t you?”
That was his favorite part! He perked up and the waterworks began to subside. They never let them stay up for New Year’s Eve but this year he wanted to show everyone what a big boy he was.
He wasn’t a stupid baby like Aubrey.
“Mommy is going to be nice and give you a choice: either pullup or diaper. If it were daddy, you would be in diapers by now, just remember that.”
Well, when she put it like that…
“Fine. Puwl-up- ahhh!” He screeched as a sharp slap come down on his thigh.
“Ask mama again in your good boy voice. No grumbles.”
With his face a fiery red, he asked again in a shaking voice, “p-pwease can I wear a puwl-up?”
“Of course, honey! When you ask like that!” She placed a sloppy wet kiss on his cheek before standing up. “Go get your pull-up for mommy and then you can help me change Aubrey. Does that sound good?”
Sitting on the rug of their bedroom, the girl looked up at the sound of her name, brown eyes wide; with her legs splayed out, just a hint of white peeked out from under her dress, the slightest tint of yellow yet she didn’t notice.
“Nooo! Dada no!” he screeched, falling onto his padded bum in tears. Staring at himself in the mirror in just a star covered pull up, and red shirt with a bow tie, he was the exact opposite of a big boy. Big boys wore pants! Snot dripped from his nose as his hands tightened into fists.
“Mama is not the only parent in this house.” unbudging, his daddy watched as he screamed and whined at the top of his lungs.
“Nah’ fair! B-big boy! Dada bi’boy!”
“Daddy, can wait all night, Micah. Don’t you want to play with Aubrey? Or daddy can put you to bed at 8:00 o’clock? It is your choice.”
Well he didn’t want that… but everyone would think he was a baby. His sister was a big baby. His little cousin, Willa, was a big baby.
But he was a big boy. No one would believe him after this.
The sound of laughter sounded from downstairs as more people arrived at the house. It was only seven o’clock, the night was just starting.
“Bi’boy…” he pouted and his shoulders dropped in resignation.
“Are you ready to be daddy’s sweet boy?”
He nodded, black hair falling in his face, and held his arms out. His daddy knew how much he loved their cuddles. Without a pause he was scooped up into strong arms, legs wrapping around his waist.
“Let's go downstairs. Daddy will even let you have a little treat if you continue to be a good boy.”
The former eighteen-year-old grinned, excited at the sound of that and pledged to be on his best behavior.
But his eyes widened as they entered the living room full of people. There were some familiar faces and then those he’d never seen before. They mingled with one another, sipping the same red drink, mommy and daddy drank every night so it must have been an icky grown up drink.
His arms tightened around the older man, face hidden in the crook of his neck as passing comments were made about the puffy object around his waist.
“Why don’t we say hello to your sister? It appears she has made some friends.”
It appeared she had. Micah scowled as he spotted Aubrey on the couch. She sat in a blonde woman’s lap surrounded by several others.
Everybody loved Aubrey because of how sweet and innocent she roped people into believing her to be.
And Miss Lemon, her latest victim, drove him insane. He didn’t like the lady because she always made him feel smaller. Micah didn’t see why he had to be nice to her but daddy said she was mommy’s work friend. If he was mean to her then mommy’s feelings would be hurt.
Micah didn’t want to do that.
“Just smile and do whatever Miss Lemon says.”
That was harder said than done as they approached the chatty bat.
“Pat!” she exclaimed, raising her glass in greeting as her other arm was kept securely around Aubrey’s waist.
His sister smiled at the sight of them, her pink paci bouncing in her mouth. The other women awed over her.
“Hello Kendra,” he greeted. “Denise. Belinda.”
“Come! Sit down!” she exclaimed loudly.
Micah didn’t know what his mommy saw in Miss Lemon. The lady’s blonde curls sprung in just about every direction and lips were a crazy bright red which left marks on the glass.
Mommy wouldn’t like that.
His sister’s head was cushioned in her enormous boobs which Micah could never look away from because his mommy’s were small and soft. Her’s looked hard and uncomfy.
“We actually just wanted to say hello to my little girl!”
“Fwoggy” his sister beamed and took a picture book from one of the other woman’s hands.
“Oh my goodness!” Daddy gasped. “Is that Princess and The Frog?”
Giggles elicited from her body as she nodded her head in excitement at her favorite book.
“This little princess just about begged us for a story!” the woman, Denise? Responded.
“Oh, that’s right, you’re the prettiest little princess there is! However, there seems to be a prince missing.”
He shifted nervously, fingers tightening around his daddy’s collar as all eyes flashed towards him.
“Or do you mean princess?” the third woman giggled, sipping from her glass. “Do put him down with us. We can watch him for a bit, Pat. Go and mingle.”
No no no… this was what he was afraid would happen. No no-
“Well, I did want to check on Nina and get some food in their tummies.”
He patted his chubby belly, pooling over his pullup. His parents said that chubby boys were healthy boys so Micah was very proud of his little tummy. But right now, his stomach dropped in fear as his daddy seemed to give in. Starting to whine, a sharp pinch to his thigh nipped any fight about to rise.
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Bellinda, the raven haired woman with a bad tan, waved off and gestured, “We’ve got plenty of milk to spare between the three of us. Nina already said she was fine with it.”
“Well, if you’re sure that’s alright.”
“Go take a break. We love the Littles! There’s a reason we’re teachers.”
The heavy feeling that had built up in his chest could no longer be held back as he was handed off to the orange lady.
“Daddy will be back soon, Micah. You want to be a big boy, don’t you?”
He was inconsolable, unable to process anything that was said as the rather large woman- Belinda- lifted him off the couch and onto her lap. She smelt stinky of too much perfume and pat his head, wiping the tears away with her thumb.
“You’re going to be daddy’s good boy. Someone doesn’t want to get on the wrong side of Miss Lemon”
The woman beside him whispered into his ear and his blood went cold.
This was the exact reason he didn’t like Miss Lemon and her friends…
“Oh look at his hair. ” Miss Belinda played with the ends of his curls, ending just above his shoulders.
His mommy loved his hair long and shaggy but it constantly got in his eyes which annoyed him and made people make stupid comments like this.
“I keep telling Nina and Pat that he would make the cutest princess!” Miss Lemon gushed. “Would you like that Miss Aubrey? Another little girl to play with?”
No response came from his sister who currently had her mouth stuffed with an enormous boob, just as he had moments ago; and lulled into a tranquil state, the eighteen year old girl melted into Miss Lemon’s arms, suckling the creamy white liquid in delight.
They wore matching sparkling party hats and her poofy short red dress ended just above her waist allowing everyone to see her very wet diaper.
It had been an hour and still mommy and daddy had not come back.
“Oh, he definitely would. Perhaps if we brought him to Sweetie Pies and he could play with all of the other Sissies-”
“Oh no!” Miss Lemon exclaimed, now on her sixth glass of the red drink. “You don’t know how many times I’ve told Nina. The kids have no friends! They sit here all day in the house with Pat, with no social interaction. I mean, Nina works at the daycare with us! It’s so easy just to bring them along, I don’t understand!”
She downed the rest of the glass, an unhinged look in her eye as she roughly switched Aubrey to her other engorged pale breast.
“And don’t even get me started on feeding,” she continued. “Of course, everyone has their preferences bu-but formula, really? Look at how skinny they are. I’m worried that they aren’t getting proper nutrients and the bond between them can not be as strong. See how Aubrey clings to me.”
The women glanced down at the girl who’s hands cupped her breast, feeding in a hungry manner as his body lay limp, eyes heavy.
“Ladies, I see you’ve kept my kids entertained.” she laughed, sitting down.
Micah crawled into her lap, trying not to show the ache that was exploding in his tummy and eager to get away from the crazy ladies.
If there was any indication that she’d heard what they were saying, she didn’t show it.
He could not go potty right now. Not when everyone was watching. He was a big boy. Not baby. Not like-
“You’re quite wiggly, sweetie. Does someone have to go potty?” she shifted him so he was now facing the group and hand gently massaged his tummy. He twisted and turned, unable to hold back a groan as the ache increased now in his little willy.
“I did just feed him,” Miss Bellinda pointed out. “He must also be sleepy, little boys should not be awake this long.”
His cheeks tinted pink as he clung to his momma, the front of her shirt twisted in his hands.
“N-no bed,” he mumbled. “Bi’ boy. I’m big boy-”
“Micah,” his head was tilted up towards her. “Remember what we talked about?
How could he forget… taunting him, just a few feet away was the tiny plastic blue potty.
“Mommy will help you take off your pull-up baby, don’t worry. Then you can stay up and see the fireworks. How does that sound, hmm?”
They acted as if he had a choice. Then glancing at Aubrey, she smiled, teeth bared. While her eyes glistened mockingly, to everyone else, she was their perfect little angel.
A/N: Thanks for reading! You can read more about Micah and Aubrey in the Little Beginnings series on dd: Fifers12