Seven Days With Stepmum - Chapter 5 (Patreon)

“There much better.” Denise said sounding relieved. 

Charlie had to disagree; he looked over his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He already wasn’t fond of the way his puberty had been progressing this really hadn’t done any wonders for his self-confidence. Not a single hair on his body remained; Denise had shaven his arm hairs most girls didn’t even bother with that. His hair was alright so thin, light and patchy to begin with but seeing it all gone he was starting to feel sentimental about it. At least it was over with, he thought but apparently it wasn’t. He watched Denise re appear with a bottle of moisturizer in hand and start lathering it over his legs. Charlie shivered and pulled back when she first made contact with the cool cream. 

“Charlie you’ll get a rash all over your body if we don’t use this, soon your skin will be nice and soft like a newborn!” Denise explained chirpily.

It wasn’t exactly a defining point to make him more agreeable, but he knew to let her get on with it. The second time she made contact he winced but stood still, she cooed sweetly and giggled at his reaction. 

“It won’t take long just relax.”   

Thankfully it didn’t take as long as the actual shaving did but the more pressing issue now was how everything was starting to make him feel. Specifically in one area of his body that hadn’t gotten this much attention since he last had some alone time the day before he left for Anna’s. As her hands drew closer they felt so nice and smooth over his freshly shaven skin. He stiffened, she was barely an inch away now and his body reacted as expected. She stopped for a moment as his penis went erect pointing straight at her. 

She shook her head. “Boys.” 

Expertly Denise moved her hands over his member, ignoring all signs of his obvious arousal. She heard him groan and had to stop.

“Charlie.” She said bluntly. 

“I know you’re excited having someone touch your little thing, but please try to control yourself this isn’t supposed to be something sexual.” 

Easy for her to say he thought, what did she expect? Rubbing ointment all over his private area, this was a normal reaction for any man. He almost felt pleased with himself, she noticed the slight look of confidence he had on his face. She felt almost mean for this, but he had to be brought down a peg. 

“Besides, it looks like this little guy still has some catching up to do; it can’t have grown much since you were a baby.” 

That struck a chord; Denise noticed the change in demeanour almost instantly. She didn’t feel great about humiliating him but didn’t want this to turn into some weird sexual fantasy he looked back on. 

Charlie felt demoralised; Denise was the second woman in as many days to comment on his size. He couldn’t even use the excuse of it being an issue coming out of a warm shower into a cold room. This was it, his full size; all there was to offer was here on show. A grower not a shower, no longer could he hold to that sentiment. It almost made him feel ill, as he looked down his arousal quickly dissipating. Denise was no longer rubbing the cream over it, there was no spectacular finale, he was left blue balled and humiliated. Normally when he felt such a high level of arousal he would casually slink away and pleasure himself. But now, every other time he decided to in the future, would he look down in shame? He always considered himself average, but honestly had he much experience comparing himself to other guys? That would be weird and it would never have come up, but he just assumed. 

As Denise washed her hands she saw him looking down with despair through the reflection in the mirror. She took pity on him; it can’t be easy when the world held such a high benchmark for masculinity. He was clearly nowhere near that level; he needed a strong feminine hand to guide him. She knew she could rely on Anna to play her part but she could throw in her hand too. She scrubbed her hands quite vigorously still slightly erred by her part in the reaction he had to her touch. But it wasn’t his fault; he had no control she realised. Just like Anna had told her he was struggling with control over his toilet training. It was odd she thought, a boy his age having such a problem with that kind of thing especially during the day time. But after turning up at her house dressed the way he was dropped off to be babysat and the tiny little thing between his legs. It all helped paint the broader picture and it was begging to make sense. 

Her instincts snapped back when she realised the poor boy was still undressed, his little thing looking more dangerous like it could start spraying all over the bathroom mat at any moment. 

“My goodness, here I am taking my time when you’re standing there without any protection on.” 

She switched off the taps and looked the shaken boy over, he really wasn’t paying much attention to her still in shock and unable to fully process his situation.

“I’ll get you’re cute little tushy into something soft and cosy how does that sound?” 

He nodded, snapping back to reality he was agreeable, anything was better than standing here in the nude any longer. He was starting to feel really ashamed in his own body now; the idea of covering up in his clothes seemed pleasant even if it meant being put back in the dress.  

Denise smiled; she took his hand and escorted him over to her bedroom. The room matched the rest of the house, old fashioned wooden furniture, vintage rug and an antique armoire. You wouldn’t find any DIY mass produced flat packs here, Denise was clearly old fashioned. It was actually styled quite nicely it made him feel rather homely like when he visited his own grandparents. It would have been a much nicer experience if he wasn’t standing their naked with someone he had only just met today. She shuffled around the cupboards for a moment before bringing out a stack of cloth and laying them out on the bed. 

Denise tapped the pile expectantly. “Arlighty, come lay down.”  

Charlie looked to the pile inquisitively, then back at Denise before returning to the pile. The confusion on his face was obvious but it suddenly turned to worry when he realised the implications. 

“WAIT is that a diaper. I said I don’t need that.”

Denise was getting frustrated, Charlie had barely been here over an hour and she was starting to realise how mentally taxing looking after this big man baby was. She took a breath before calmly sitting down at the edge of the bed beside the bundle of cloth. 

“I want you to listen very carefully Charlie.” 

She took a moment’s pause to make sure she had his full attention.

“You have two choices here, number one you sit your little baby bottom down onto your diaper and we get you sorted before you have an accident.”

Denise’s voice suddenly rose more sternly. “Choice number two, you sit here right over my lap, I’ll give you a spanking that you’re clearly in need of. THEN you sit your red stinging bottom over here for your diaper.” 

She glared at him with a piercing intensity, owing to years of experience disciplining naughty misbehaved children. “So….what will it be.”

She would give him a moment to decide, he was lucky any other day of the week she would make the decision for him and it would have been the latter. But she felt a different approach was needed here, a gentle forgiving hand, she would only blister him with the firm if she had to. 

Charlie wasn’t sure what possessed him, the otherworldly force that pushed him forwards. Perhaps it was the events that had transpired weakening his resolve. Maybe subliminally on some level he wished to be coddled and treated as someone who was thought helpless and weak. Denise watched on with satisfaction as the timid boy shuffled over and lay down onto the stack of diapers. Charlie dared not make eye contact with her; his gaze was fixed on the ceiling. He tried to imagine himself anywhere else but here, he tried ignoring how the cloth diapers underneath him actually felt quite soft. Denise stood up, retrieving a bottle of powder she returned to Charlie.     

“You look like you made your decision Charlie; now tell Nana what do you want hmmm?”

She started to gently fluff his diapers underneath him, looking down her eyes bore into him, like a jackal eying its prey.

“I said what does the baby want?” She gripped his knee more firmly. 

A tear started to form in the corner of Charlie’s eye. “Baby want’s his diaper please Nana.”

She felt that, it made her feel so strong, he wasn’t like one of her previous charges. She was so motherly towards them and equally she would be for Charlie too. But he also made her feel so differently at the same time, so…. powerful. 

“Then that’s exactly what baby is going to get.”