Sebby's New Life - Chapter 11 (Patreon)

"Here we are!" the man announced as the stroller came to a stop.

"Wonderful!" the woman smiled, giving the man a kiss. "All right, Sebby... This is the most important part!"

Sebastian peered up, lifting his head from where he was staring at the bottom of the car seat, not wanting to see anyone staring at him. The bucket hat did help with that, somewhat, blocking part of his field of vision, but the view wasn't much better, making him look at the bulk of his diaper beneath his onesie the whole time instead.

Of course, with the car seat pointing backwards, towards the man pushing it, he still couldn't really see where they were, what had the woman so thrilled, while Hallie stood there meekly beside her, blushing. He saw them, the aisle that started a few feet behind them, the other customers passing by, everything except what they were about to buy. "Do you think we should let him out again?" the man asked uncertainly.

"Oh, I don't know about that," the woman replied. "I think he probably had enough excitement with that last time around... Just take his seat out and show him that way."

"Good idea," the man nodded, kissing the woman back. "You always know how to handle our little ones."

The woman giggled, sounding almost a bit bashful. "I have more practice than you," she told him. "You do a fine job yourself, and you're only getting better."

The man unlatched the car seat from the stroller, picking it up with Sebastian still strapped securely inside, turning it around and revealing where they were. He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised, yet he couldn't deny that he was, his eyes widening, his padded bottom wriggling, as he stared at the aisle, at the seemingly endless amount of choices there, far more than he'd ever have guessed existed.

Diapers. They were there to pick out his diapers. He groaned, turning his head, staring at all the humiliating, infantile outfits they'd picked out from him; none of them had made it a secret that they were designed to have diapers on underneath them, and nothing the Amazons had said since claiming him had led him to believe they wouldn't keep him in them, but that didn't mean he had to be happy to be here, to be facing the long, long row of options, all those littles on the packages, smiling and pretending to be happy to be modeling them.

Why, exactly, they needed to do this, he wasn't sure. This wasn't like his clothes... They obviously had diapers for Hallie, and those would fit him perfectly fine. He didn't have to have some that were exclusively his... It was, he had to admit, an effective tactic psychologically, though. If he had his own, he wouldn't be able to think of them as Hallie's diapers, they'd clearly be his, stacked up on the changing table, waiting for him, or bundled up in the diaper pail after he'd used them... There would be no mistaking whose they were, especially with so many different designs to choose from.

"Look at that," the man chuckled. "He's so excited!"

"He should be!" the woman knelt down, reaching into the car seat to tickle Sebastian's tummy through his onesie. "This is a big, big decision, so we're going to need him to help us choose!"

Sebastian groaned, sucking on his paci. They didn't need him to do that... They'd demonstrated that quite thoroughly when they hadn't consulted him about his new wardrobe. Making him be involved with this part was purely psychological, giving him some sense of ownership over them, and over him wearing diapers at all, no matter how fake they all knew it was.

He didn't want to participate, but if he didn't, it would be totally up to them, and that wasn't exactly an appealing thought, either. There were no training pants here, not that he could see. They probably had their own aisle, or a section of another. He doubted they'd have let him get away with picking them out, yet, if he'd seen them, he definitely would have tried, would have used that to show how hollow this exercise was. 

Would it make a difference? No, of course not. The Amazons knew they were going to put him in diapers no matter what, and Hallie knew that likely more than anyone else. If the Amazons tried to pull the 'But you picked these out!' card on him, however, when he complained about his diapers, he could have at least whined that they hadn't been the ones he wanted, that he'd attempted to pick out something that wasn't quite a diaper, even if, at that point, the distinction was purely pedantic.

Without that as a possibility, his best option would be to try to find the thinnest ones with the least babyish designs, though being stuck in his car seat, unable to examine them up close, it was difficult to tell the former. They no doubt said somewhere on the package, but he wasn't close enough to pick them up and search for that information, making it more of a crapshoot, basing his decision purely off the latter criteria, knowing that, most times, companies would only make their more plain diapers available in their extra bulky sizes.

It didn't matter anyway, his frantic scanning of the part of the aisle in his eyeline interrupted by the woman's declaration, "There they are!" and the car seat being carried further down the aisle, turned to face the other side of it. "These are what we need!"

Sebastian's stomach lurched as soon as he saw them, his squirming growing more desperate. They weren't buying him just normal diapers, he now saw... They were buying him crawler diapers, ones so huge that they left anyone wearing them with no hope of standing, no way to get around other than on all fours. They hadn't been joking when they'd called him Hallie's little brother... He wasn't going to be her equal, treated like a toddler... They wanted him to be a full-on baby.

Frantically, he reached up towards his pacifier, eager now to accept anything from the first section they'd been in over any of these. Of course, even with his mittens off, the paci was designed to be kept in his mouth until his 'parents' removed it, keeping him silent, unable to protest their decisions.

His hands darted downwards to the straps on his car seat, fumbling with them in a panic. Where he was going to go, how he could possibly outrun them, he didn't know, he just had to try, to find some way to escape.

He knew, deep down, that the restraints would be little-proof... If they even made car seat restraints that weren't, he couldn't imagine these Amazons buying them. Still, he couldn't help himself, pressing on the button with all his might, tugging on them, doing his best to get them off of him, to get out of this thing, and the fate it was carrying him towards.

"Sebby!" the woman scolded, swatting at his hand. "What do you think you're doing?"

Sebastian whimpered, shaking his head, pointing over at the diapers and shaking his head more vigorously. It was a fruitless effort, the woman walking away, out of his line of sight, partway through, as the man chuckled over him. "You did it now, little man," he said.

The woman returned with the mittens, Sebastian shrinking back at the sight of them, helpless to keep her from grabbing his hands, pulling the garments over them, rendering them useless yet again. "You are far too little to try to get out of your seat," the woman lectured him. "I guess this just goes to show how much you need us to look after you."

"No!" Sebastian whined behind the paci, not caring if anyone else could understand it or not. It was, really, all he could do now, other than pointlessly kicking his feet and pouting.

"Now, which of these do you like?" the woman asked him. "They're all so darling... Any of them would be adorable on you!"

Sebastian shook his head, pointing his mittened hand at the side of the car seat. He was disoriented enough, being carried around like this, that he wasn't certain, but he thought he was gesturing back towards the first section they'd started in.

"No, Sebby," the Amazon told him. "Those aren't nearly thick enough for a baby like you."

Sebastian groaned, shaking his head some more, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Oh, Sebby," the woman smiled, giving the front of his diaper a pat. "Do you not feel like a baby?" Sebastian continued to shake his head, feeling a glimmer of hope, having her recognize that, acknowledge that. "Don't worry," she said, "we'll help you with that soon enough."

An involuntary whimper escaped his throat at the threat, at how casual she'd been with it. Perhaps, to her, it wasn't even meant to be a threat, just a fact of life, but that was absolutely how it sounded to him, squirming helplessly in his car seat, dribbling ever so slightly into his diaper as he stared up at her.

"Now, Sebby," the woman continued after a moment of silence, exactly long enough to let Sebastian start to get into his head about what her last words meant, "which do you like?"

He hated how she phrased it, how she made it seem as if, by picking one, he was saying he actually liked them, rather than just choosing one he could tolerate the most. He shook his head once more, the last bit of resistance they'd made available to him.

"Quite the little brat, isn't he?" the man observed bemusedly, giving the car seat a playful jostle.

"You know, Sebby," the woman informed him, "you may not feel like it now, but crawling is a privilege... And it's one we can take away. The newborn diapers are right over there, if all you want to do is lie on your back and cry all day. What do you think, Hallie? Is that what you want your little brother to do?"

Hallie blinked, looking shocked at being dragged into this. She glanced over at Sebastian, nibbling on her bottom lip, glancing away quickly as he met her eyes, wanting to beg, silently, for her to take mercy on him. After she'd messed her diaper in the middle of the store, gotten changed by a stranger, had her clothes changed right in front of him, he supposed he couldn't blame her for being bashful, even if it was her fault that he'd been dragged into this alongside her. That might have something to do with it, too, he mused... She knew that this decision, which he had no part in, was all because she hadn't had the courage to warn him away from visiting her.

At the same time, after all of those things that she'd done today, he could see why she wouldn't want to anger the Amazons, either, wouldn't want to risk any further humiliations for giving the 'wrong' answer. She fidgeted, looking as if she felt just as trapped as Sebastian was in his car seat, despite being allowed to stand on her own two feet beside her Mommy and Daddy.

"I-I dunno, Mommy," she mumbled finally.

She looked relieved when the Amazon chuckled, kissed her on the top of the head. "Of course you don't," the woman said. "That's a big decision for such a little girl to make, isn't it?"

"Yes, Mommy!" Hallie agreed eagerly, visibly glad to have that weight removed from her shoulders.

"I suppose, in that case, we can keep you as a crawler for now, Sebby," the woman told him, a wave of relief washing over him, too, though when he thought about it after a moment, he hadn't really gained anything... He was still about to be stuck in diapers so huge he wasn't able to walk in them. The fact that she'd made him consider that a victory of any kind was pure manipulation, probably all part of her plan... And he'd fed right into it. "Now, which ones do you want to wear?"

He couldn't put it off any more, even with her changing the phrasing of the question again, making it, perhaps, even worse. He sighed, looking at the diapers, nose wrinkling at the thought of having to wear any of them. Once you got to these kinds of diapers, there was no effort in trying to make them look even the slightest bit mature... Anyone in these was too little for their caretakers to even bother humoring when they insisted they were big boys or girls... One look at them, on all fours in their massive padding, would make it clear how untrue that was.

They were all decorated with prints of baby blocks, or baby animals, or characters from shows so simple that even a toddler would balk at having to watch them. If he had to pick one of them - and, unfortunately, he did - the first seemed the least embarrassing, although, as he began to reluctantly raise his arm in that direction, he began to read what those baby blocks spelled out.

'Baby' had been the first one he'd seen, and the most expected. Beyond that, however, he noticed some declaring the wearer 'Silly' or 'Stinky,' 'Soggy' or 'Tiny,' all things that he had no doubt he'd be called anyway... Did he really want his diapers to call them out for him, though? Was there a better option hidden somewhere there?

He hesitated, debated, a moment too long. "Look at those!" the man exclaimed, the car seat suddenly swinging away as the Amazon carrying it moved.

"Oh, my goodness!" the woman squealed in delight. "How did I miss those? Good job spotting them, sweetie! They are absolutely perfect! Here, Hallie, you take one of these, and I'll grab a few more..." 

The next thing Sebastian knew, it was all over, and he was being carried back towards the stroller, the choice snatched away from him entirely after all of that. He thought, at first, that he wasn't even going to get to see them, but after the car seat had been snapped back into place, the woman sent Hallie toddling over to it, package of diapers in her arms. "Show your little brother his new diapers!" her Mommy instructed. 

Hallie was obedient, but still blushed as she held them up, made him look at the design of a bright blue toy airplane, a teddy bear riding atop it, wearing a diaper itself. It was very cutesy, very childish, and - probably more importantly to the woman, the real reason she'd chosen them as soon as she'd seen them - sure to be a reminder, whenever any of the family looked at them, of how this had all started.