Vic

thepaddedpunk and I recreating this picture by UndieKnights … 

The hypnosis files had worked a treat on Tyler. The former tearaways mind had gone numb from the regression file dad had given him.

Slowly but surely Tyler started to regress back from his nineteen year old self into toddlerhood. Gone were his memories of being a mechanic, his girlfriend and his friends.

His CK underwear has since been replaced by diapers and the only link he now has to working as a mechanic, are the vehicles pictured on his onesie.

Jason woke up again with a groan, rolling over in his new twin sized race car bed with Spider-Man sheets and a thick, loud plastic sheet underneath. The diaper underneath his lamb onesie was soaked, like most were now when he woke up. Fuck, that was going to be another frowny face on the bedwetting chart, Jason thought to himself as he got up with a squish and waddled down to the breakfast table,

“What the fuck, man?!” Bryce, Jason’s 21 year old brother home from college exclaimed. Oh yeah, he’d only gotten in last night. He didn’t know about…everything,

“Now enough of that language Bryce,” Jason’s Dad admonished, “Jason’s just regressing a little cause he’s finally being a good little boy.” The clothes, Jason thought of again briefly before noticing he was uncontrollably soaking his diaper with more pee. It bulged out against his cotton onesie pants obscenely, like a balloon in a children’s glove.

“You could learn a thing a two about obedience, young man. That’s why I bought you some new clothes as well, after your last grade report I’m hoping we can turn things around with you.” Jason’s dad sternly ordered Bryce, much to his dismay.

After breakfast Jason took a bath while his dad dressed Bryce in a new outfit: hot wheels underoos, long jean shorts, and a red and white striped polo buttoned to the top and tucked in. To top off he had to wear a belt with Sesame Street characters covering it, truly heinous.

Jason almost wanted to laugh at his older brother’s humiliation, until his dad reminded him he was still the baby by taking his towel off him and dressing him in double ultra thick diapers, plastic pants, a pink onesie decorated with unicorns, and then white shortalls. Jason gulped as he realized any messes or spills would become ridiculously obvious in his new ensemble. And he was already christening his new diaper with fresh hot piss that immediately got wicked away by the soft comfortable padding.

“Come on, follow me boys.” Their dad ordered as the two boys, both men in many’s eyes but certainly not appearing to be those right now, shuffled after him all the way to the car.

Another new development awaited the brothers in the backseat, unsurprising to Jason after all his turmoil but horrifying to Bryce; two giant adult sized car seats, one red and blue. Jason’s dad picked up each boy and sat them in their respective new car seats, locking them into the five point harness that stretched across Jason’s diaper and rubbed Bryce’s penis into the lining of his underoos, reminding them both of their humiliation. They had never been so embarrassed, and they had no idea where they were headed but they were not eager to get there.

Jason’s dad had even purchased a CD from that good awful website, which he dropped in and immediately forced Jason to sing along.

These were all his favorite songs from when the boys were in pre-school, much to their humiliation; I’m a Little Teapot, Barney Is a Dinosaur, Tickle Time Is Fun, and Jason’s least favorite: Not Ready For Potty Training (Stinky Diaper Remix.)

Sometimes when Jason’s Dad drove him to school he furthered his humiliation by rolling the windows down while Jason was singing along. There was nothing like the seven am humiliation of being seen by your AP chem lab partner wearing an Elmo shirt and a diaper, sitting in a car seat, and singing along to I’ve Got the Bedwetter Blues.

Jason’s Dad didn’t roll the windows down today though. It was a short drive to the packed Sunnyview Mall.

Both boys groaned as they realized where they were as their Daddy got out of the drivers seat and came around to let each of his adult toddlers out of their car seats.

As they were walking in and people began pointing and giggling, Bryce started rubbing his tummy and walking funny.

You see, The Good Boy Clothing Company had spent a lot of time improving their clothes since they had taken two weeks to make Jason wet himself. Now they were a lot faster acting.

Bryce began to realize this as he slowly let out a loud fart. He NEVER farted in the public. His daddy didn’t acknowledge this as Bryce whined, his stomach rumbling and something moving downwards dangerously. Oh god, he thought to himself.

Jason, meanwhile, was just a large child. His diaper was soaked already, almost leaking, and he had drool sliding down his face. He was embarrassed, but he didn’t know how to stop. And he kindve enjoyed being like this.

Suddenly Bryce stopped walking, cried out in turmoil, bent over, and began shitting his pants. Jason gasped in empathic horror as his dad only sighed and shook his head,

“Damn baby, what’d you do that for?”

“I couldn’t stop it!” Bryce cried,

“Alright, let’s get you changed.” His dad said gruffly. Bryce began to protest, knowing what that meant, but his dad waved it off as he picked his son up and threw him over his shoulder; his bulging poopy pants in the air,

“WOOWEE STINKER!” His dad cried, causing more people to look over and laugh. Bryce wanted to die then and there, “YOU REALLY MADE A MESS LITTLE GUY!” He continued, before loudly and forcefully slapping Bryce’s ass; poop smashed everywhere across his butt and his stupid new toddler underwear.

It was the clothes, Jason finally decided. He hadn’t started having any issues with his maturity until his dad had started shopping at that new store that he saw all the ads for on television constantly.

In fact, Jason had been a pretty mature young man of eighteen before the fallout, all things considered. He was the middle brother but he got the best grades by far, he had a girlfriend and a good job and several scholarships waiting for him after high school. He was gonna move away to a really good school and work hard to be able to one day marry his sweetheart and start a family.

He was really a man.

Except that was all a pipe dream, as his dad wanted to prove to him. His dad was really getting sick and tired of hearing his son’s daydreams of husbandry and fatherhood. The kid had never done laundry, been around a baby, changed a diaper, had any responsibilities really.

In fact, Jason’s dad realized he had kind’ve been treating his middle son like a baby. He’d been such an overachiever Josh’s dad had taken to spoiling him, doing whatever he wanted so that he felt rewarded for his hard work. That coupled with his guilt as a single father had certainly made him miss a few steps in discipline over the years. 

But the truth was it wasn’t hard work, it was just luck that the kid was intelligent and could coast through school. 

Well, as that annoying advertisement on television always proclaimed, “Good Boys Clothing Company makes every Boy an Obedient Little Angel!” Jason’s dad often noticed that the advertisements featured boys from the ages of four to their early twenties, although he knew this wasn’t rare. Kohl’s boys section was 4-20, for example. Still, all of these boys were in identical clothing that looked made for a little kid.

Jason’s Dad knew Jason would hate any clothing from there, with all his academia and professionalism. So he had made sure to order it. The first item to come in had been a matching power rangers v neck shirt and brief underoo set. 

Boy had Jason thrown a tantrum about that outfit. Wailing, stomping his feet, and eventually going to the ground in tears just like a little toddler. Well that decided it. Once he was all tired out Jason’s dad stripped him of his big boy clothes then and there and pulled the t-shirt over his head, then held the briefs open for him to step in.

It was all so fucking unfair. How dare his dad treat him like a child? The outfit was so stupid, so embarrassing! So annoyingly soft and comfortable, though.

Jason hadn’t worn any underwear but boxers since he was ten, and he didn’t realize how much he missed briefs. His penis felt comfy and tiny all tightly held together by the colorful kiddie briefs. They were more high waisted than Jason had expected, and mainly white with red piping and power rangers on the butt and a small logo on the crotch, only making Jason more embarrassed at their similarity to tighty whities.

Two weeks later and Jason’s dad was washing Jason’s “little boy outfit” every day while Jason was at school so he could immediately put it on and spend the rest of the day in it at home. 

Not to mention that more clothes had been arriving. Jason was suddenly wearing tighty whities, striped polos, and elastic waist jogger material jeans everyday to his AP senior classes. He’d almost cried in the car the day his dad had dressed him in a bluey zip up with a doggie eared hood and a matching bluey-face t shirt.

Not to mention his new extra large Thomas the tank engine lunchbox, water bottle, and backpack, his Spider-Man wallet and watch, and the latest development: neon yellow SpongeBob frames reading glasses featuring the nerdy sponge smiling all over them in place of Jason’s usual contacts. If he wanted to be an academic now it would be much harder, his dad had certainly made sure of that.

He was the laughing stock of school! He lost all of his respect, his grades plummeted, he lost his scholarship, his girlfriend dumped him, and he ended up getting bullied by even the freshman. He was the lowest of the low. 

Yet he didn’t feel low. He kept a pep in his step throughout all of this, never shying away from possible humiliation. In fact he seemed to be uncontrollably encouraging humiliation. His voice sounded higher, he was constantly raising his hand in class, and he’d started pulling his jeans down to his ankles at the urinals, letting everyone see his humiliating tighty whities butt he was so ashamed of.

What was going on? 

It took some time, but the clothing really did end up changing Jason into an obedient boy in Jason’s dad eyes. Well, Jason’s Dad was going to be the one changing Jason, now that it had been four weeks and he had peed himself for the first time. He had just been sitting in his room gaming when his dad had walked in and noticed the large wet spot. Jason, so lost in his own world, hadn’t even noticed. Jason’s Dad quickly stripped him of his underoos before unplugging the gaming console. In the picture above you can see where Jason’s Dad managed to wrestle his phone out and snap a candid of the tyke after hearing the news he was going into diapers now.

It was 6 p.m. Jason threw down the remote in anger. “I’m fucking sick of this!”

Daddy Jim stood over his 20-year-old college diaperboy, letting him vent a bit. “Come on. Say goodbye to your friends. We gotta give you your bath, your bottle and get you out of your pull-ups and into your night diapers.”

His friends Bill and Joe awkwardly stood up and excused themselves. They had just experienced the strangest two hours of their life, invited over by their friend’s landlord to “Watch TV with him. I know you’ve been worried about him being out of school past few weeks so he just wanted to show you he was okay.”

Jason had nearly died when the friends walked into the basement and saw him in his Pull-Ups, but they were surprisingly cool with his explanation of having to move out of the dorm because he couldn’t afford it and in with the 60-year-old retiree. But the whole thing was, without a doubt, fucked up. Jason just kept flicking through different TV channels as if everything was normal.

With the friends gone and Jason still refusing to leave his chair, Daddy walked over and yanked him up by the hair. he took the remote and swatted the back of his bare legs 10 times on each side, bringing cries from the pansy. “You wanna show your friends you have balls? In this house? Keep it up and I’ll make sure your balls are taken away.”

Could daddy really do that? “And it’s more than obvious you aren’t mature enough for pull-ups. It’s going to be full-time diapers, all the time. Starting tomorrow when you go back to classes. That means pee and poop in your diaper, no exceptions, right? And I’m going to take you to class to make sure you get there okay. If you need me to explain to the professors what’s going on, I will. Maybe I can find some girls to sit for you if they need some extra cash. Would baby Jason like that? Hot college girls as your sitter? The girls you used to wanna fuck? Change your Pampers, huh?”

"Yes, teacher"

Not for the first time, Jack wondered if he'd fucked up beyond all belief. The answer, of course, was yes. And yet inside his filthy diaper his tiny cock was hard. But at what cost? Well, as he was soon to learn, at the cost of everything! That's all.

He was 53 and had always been straight and dated chicks but he'd also had a secret submissive side and he fantasized constantly--even while having sex with women--about diapers and spankings and humiliation at the hands of, gasp, men.

And then at his 35th reunion of all things, a story was told over beers and a lot of shit came rushing back as well as a plan that would lead to, well, him in a dirty, wet diaper, on his back, at his apartment door, legs up. It was his old hoops teammate Kirk who brought it up. Remember in gym class senior year. When Kirk stuffed old Timmy Jensen into his locker and the poor geek started bawling like a little baby? And wet his gym clothes! Fucking hilarious. Remember! They all did and they all then remembered what the gym teacher--a sadistic prick named Mr. Burns who was also the wrestling coach--did in response. He didn't punish the perpetrators of course. No, he punished the victim. He pulled the pants-wetting pansy out of the locker, sat him on the bench, told him to stay right fucking there--a teacher swearing!--and then went into his office, only to emerge with the biggest fucking diaper any of the students had ever seen. To their shock he ripped the pissy clothes of of Timmy and taped him into the goddamn diaper! He then pulled a pacifier out of his pocket--where did that come from?--and told Timmy he was ready for gym class.

Holy shit. And for 10 minutes he made Timmy participate in gym in just his diaper, sneakers and gym T-shirt. Bawling the whole time. "You cry and piss like a baby you'll be treated like one." Finally he let the nerd go down and put a new pair of shorts from storage on over his diaper but, well, the kid's life was ruined obviously. He actually never returned to school and somehow nothing happened to Mr. Burns. This was the '80s after all, weird shit happened.

Jack couldn't believe he'd blocked that whole episode out. Had that been what subconsciously sparked his submissive diaper desires about five years later? Could it have been?

He stewed on this for weeks. He still lived in his old hometown. Had a good job as sales manager of a local gas company. His folks still lived there. His current chick lived there. And...old Mr. Michael Burns still lived there, he confirmed. Old fuck was like 80 years old now but still had a house on Belgrade. His wife had died a decade earlier.

And so, after not cumming for a week to build up the courage, Jack wrote the most insane letter of his life and mailed it to his old gym teacher. Explaining that he loved the idea of being put into diapers by a guy. He wanted to be spanked. Berated. Humiliated. Taught a lesson. Humbled. And he mentioned the old incident with Timmy Jensen. Could Mr. Burns maybe help him with this? But please please please be discrete about this. Please! Fucking idiot.

He heard nothing for a week. Two weeks. Excruciating. What was the old asshole doing? Finally a call came. When they started talking Mr. Burns just started chuckling and said, "I knew all you basketball players were homos." Whoa. But he wasn't! He just, you know, liked different stuff. He told Jack to be home on Saturday at 10 a.m. and Mr. Burns would be over.

Saturday 10 a.m came and Jack opened the door to the still formidable former teacher, who looked like he could still kick anyone's ass, especially Jack's. He smirked when Jack stood there stupidly. Jack saw a big diaper bag over the coach's shoulder. Mr. Burns walked in and put the bag down and then told Jack to strip. He stood there naked for several minutes as the old bastard looked him up from head to toe. Jack flinched when Burns flicked his cock and when he inspected his ears and patted his ass. Then he grabbed him by the hair and gave Jack the first spanking of his adult life. Oh it hurt! Real tears there! Over Burns' lap, Jack could feel the old man harden. Cocks still work at 80 apparently. Once done, he got Jack on the floor, laid out like a sacrifice. He stuffed some surprise suppositories into the boy's pussy and then proceeded to pull out a giant diaper and tape Jack into it. He rubbed the front of it as Jack moaned. He produced a pacifier just like he'd done with Timmy Jensen. Then he pulled out a pair of old gym socks and white gym sneakers and laced them on, followed by an old high school gym sweatshirt. What a picture. Speaking of, Mr. Burns took many of them and then disappeared for awhile, telling Jack to stay seated.

I woke up and surprisingly ask my stuff was put away. Except not in my preference but I shrugged it off thinking I might have actually unpacked it after all or woken up and done it. After all I hadn’t had much sleep the passed few days getting ready to move here.

I quickly dug out some clothes and left to visit the school and look around. I returned home that night and started hearing a strong noise. It sounded like a laugh but hyperventilating as well. Suddenly I saw a man around my age but goofy looking. He looked like a stereotypical nerd.

“I can’t believe my luck! They finally got someone in here,” the nerdy ghost said. “I mean you need some tweaking but you’ll do.”

“Who are you? What are you?,” I asked.

“I’m Edgar and well I’m a ghost. I’ve been waiting for someone to move in. Sadly it’s a jock. But we can fix that,” he says.

Next thing I know he’s disappeared and I’m moving involuntarily. I’m standing in front of a mirror and hear my now nasally voice saying this just won’t do. I then watch as I get dressed in khakis, belt, blue dress shirt with a button down collar and a red necktie, white socks and shoes, and more embarrassingly tighty whiteys. Next I watch as I sit down in front of a mirror and load gel in my hair combing it to the side. Much better!

“Stop,” l yell.

“Relax we both can coexist. I just figured I’d help you look good,” Edgar said.

“It’s my body,” I argue.

“Well I’m not going anywhere,” Edgar said straightening his necktie while looking in the mirror.

“I look like a fucking nerd,” I yell.

“Better get used to cause I’m not going anywhere,” Edgar said. “Now we need to get you used to being a nerd.”

With that I received my first wedgie strangely by my own body. That’s when I realized I was stuck like this. He had a strong hold on me and I couldn’t fight him. He was only growing stronger.

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“Oh boy it’s our first day of school,” Edgar said walking to school. “I really miss school.”

I look like a stereotypical nerd now. I have on a brown plaid shirt, green bowtie, tan khakis, pocket protector, white socks and white and brown saddle shoes, brown belt, black suspenders, glasses, my hair parted to the side and my tighty whiteys poking out.

“Remember our deal. I’ll let you have control for basketball and I get control the rest the time. Right Ethan,” Edgar asked.

“Yes,” I say defeated.

“Wedgie,” says one of the team members.

“Just wait until they see you in the locker room,” Edgar says.

Chris provided his mock cheers while watching his former bully Mark dangle from the playground equipment outside of the school where both graduated five years earlier.

Chris had plotted his revenge for years, all to get back at the bully who’d destroyed his school years. It was bad enough being a geeky 110-pounder. That alone had made him a target for Mark and his ilk. But one day Mark pantsed Chris and showed the whole school Chris’ diapers he’d had to start wearing due to anxiety and wetting issue. “Nice Pampers!” some nearby girls had said as everyone burs out laughing. By the time Chris pulled up his pants he had, indeed pissed them.

So he started plotting. Went to college, got an engineering degree, was making something of his life. But always he remembered his tormentor. Then he found a girl online and started talking to her and she got into his revenge plans and even wanted to help. She took it upon herself to play the key role, hooking up with Mark, bringing him home, sleeping with him, saving some cum in the rubber, then going back to him few days later with a simple blackmail statement: Do what your former classmate Chris says or she’s going to the police and claiming rape. Goodbye good life and good job, hello scandal and probably prison.

Chris promised the shell-shocked Mark–who barely remembered the dweeb until reminded of his misdeeds–the punishment would last just a few hours. “Not bad considering the six years of hell I endured.”

Mr. Jock would get to experience some ol’ fashion diaper discipline. The type Chris’ mom had done with him to try to snap him out of his nerdery. Hadn’t worked and he remembered every humiliating diaper change and wet diaper and wet diaper at night and he of course remembered most of all the public humiliation of being pantsed.

So he gave Mark some of that medicine. Stripped him and powdered him and played with the jock’s cock and taped him into his nice, thick didees. Babified him a bit. Gave him a bit of a spanking. Made him pee in them. Made him poop in them. Mark was devastated, destroyed, but told himself he could endure as long as it meant the blackmail ended.

Then they went in public. And what better place than their old stomping grounds! They walked around the high school and then finally to the playground. It was summer so school was out though a lot of lessons in humility were about to be learned. Wordlessly, Chris reached over and pantsed Mark, the same way he had been years earlier. Instinctively Mark tried pulling them up but Chris stopped him and warned him about the blackmail. “One more thing, so I don’t hear you whine.” With that he pulled out a paci and shoved it in the fag’s mouth.

“Now go play Pampers boy.”

Crying, Mark climbed the equipment, looking around for cars or walkers, all while Chris filmed him and directed him. “Go higher! Come down. Flip over!” Picture after picture, videos, everything.

Finally he let his subject down and allowed him to pull up his pants.

“You did it. See? You didn’t think you could but you did it. You’ve paid your penance.” With that he pulled the paci out, pulled his pants up and told Mark that there would be no more blackmail. He was free.

It was something called clothed male, naked male play. Simply put, he’d go over to this dude’s house, strip down and just sit around nude for the man, who remained clothed. Strange. But the man was paying 100 bucks for an hour of time. Wow! There were other guys there too he paid which somehow made it weirder but made him more comfortable.

After a few visits the man offered $150. But this time, he wanted Mike to wear a diaper. What? No fucking way! 150, the man said. Just an adult diaper. Nothing to it. Old people wear them all the time. He handed Mike a plain white giant fucking diaper and after some work in a private room Mike figured out how to put it on. As did the other guy with him and the two of them went out and sat in their diapers while the man looked at them and smiled.

A few trips later, something new. 300 bucks an hour, but the man wanted to put the diapers on the college guys. “It’s fine, nothing sexual,” he assured. Mike wasn’t sure but 300 dollars an hour? He soon found himself on the floor, legs being lifted, the white diaper slid under him. The man took his time powdering Mike up but aside from sticking a finger in his ass “to make sure you’re clean,” there wasn’t anything sexual. Although the guy really seemed to enjoy rubbing the front of the diaper after taping Mike into it and Mike had to shamefully admit that his cock did start to harden a bit. But then the man pulled him up, gave him a pat on the rump and that was that. Mike felt quite submissive as he waddled in front of them man, knowing the man had put him in this diaper, and the crinkling was so loud it nearly drove him insane, but still, he just sat there and watched Mike and the other guy and they got paid.

But this time…this time the man showed Mike a new diaper. Not plain white. All done up in ridiculous babyish designs. “Come on, no,” Mike said, but 400 bucks for the hour convinced him. He went to grab it from the man but the man said, “No, daddy will put this on you.” Daddy? Mike felt weird. He looked at the other guy who always came with him and he looked scared too. But Mike let the man, daddy, take his hand and again bring him to the ground. This time the man took his time powdering, rubbing it into his crack, rubbing Mike’s cock a bit, rubbing the powder on Mike’s stomach. “Daddy is so happy Mikey’s going into Pampers now.” Pampers? The fuck? When the man was finished, he pulled Mike up and holding his hand marched him over to a full-length mirror so Mike could see the whole ensemble. He felt so emasculated, humbled, ludicrous. He started dipping his head but the man pulled him up by the hair. “Don’t be ashamed, Mikey. Look at your cute Pampers.” The man rubbed the rear of the diapers the whole time while Mike felt tears forming.

But the man rewarded Mike and the other now diapered guy with some video game time.

The man watched his two diaper boys with glee. Now things would really be picking up. The next trip he’d have them in bonnets and their Pampers. Then bibs. Then sucking pacifiers while wearing T-shirts that read, “I poop my Pampers.” Then they’d be actually pooping those Pampers for real. Next trip he’d spank them. Next trip he’d stick them in cribs and tie them up for a bit. Eventually he’d be paying them 1,000 bucks an hour for these deeds.

Luke’s Initiation Pt.1

Luke was panicking, he had tried to outrun the seniors on his team. You see Luke was a freshman on the college team and he knew that some sort of hazing was eminent but when he saw one of them holding a big puffy diaper he freaked out. So he ran, and tried to outrun the seniors. However before he made it across the field they pounced on him. Before he knew it his workout tank top and his basketball shorts had been ripped off his body. “Please guys, anything but that. That would be so embarrassing to be seen in. What would other people think-mmmppggggh” Luke said. At that same time the captain of the team Adam shoved a large pacifier in his mouth. Luke noticed it had some kind of wet substance on it and hoped it wasn’t what he thought it was. Adam must have noticed his worried face because then he piped up “don’t worry bitch it’s not cum. It’s actually a type of permanent glue. The only way to get it off is if one of us gives you the reactant that undoes the glue. That way we can keep you diapered and pacified for as long as we want. Speaking of why are you still wearing those boxer briefs. Get this bitch into his new outfit!” Adam shouted to his other teammates. Quickly Luke’s undies were ripped off him and his legs were lifted up and back towards his head. His asshole was perfectly exposed to the whole team. He felt a diaper slide under his butt before his legs were let down. They applied some baby powder to his crotch and butt and lifted the front of the diaper over his dick and fastened it in place. They applied some of the glue to the fasteners on the diaper so Luke knew they intended to make him wear this for a while. They all then got up and let Luke’s limbs go. “Awww look guys we have our own little baby on the team. Hopefully he used the bathroom before this because he’s not getting a new diaper until this evening. That’s right bitch this isn’t just a one time thing, this is going to be your outfit all week. No other clothes are allowed and we have guys that will be checking in with you all week to see if your following orders. Also you must ask one of your teammates to change you or undo the glue to your pacifier otherwise they stay on. Any infraction for not following the rules will result in a punishment. Now get along and get to class. We’ll see you this evening.” Said Adam. Luke started walking away and he could hear his diaper crinkling. It was going to be a long week but he knew it was going to get worse before it got better.........

“That’s it Reily, lets get these pants off and we can put you into a nice thick diaper.”

“Er.. boss… I…”

“Aww what have we here? Look at your gorgeous little briefs. Did your mommy dress you this morning?”

“My mom… what… you…?”

“Oh, I’ve known your mother for about twenty years. How did you think you got this internship? She’s told me everything about you. How she’s fed up with putting up with your wet bed, how you don’t help her at home, how lazy you are and how you throw tantrums like a little baby.”

“Why… why she tell you that? I mean, it’s not true!”

“Oh, sure it is. Anyway, your mom just can’t cope on her own any more and we’ve decided that you’re coming to live with me. I got everything set up waiting for when we get home. Lots of sleepers, rompers, a load of cuddly plushies all waiting to snuggle up with you in your brand new crib. You’re going to look so cute waddling around in nothing but one of your thick baby diapers and t-shirt — I was going to get some pants with poppers., but I think its best if I can see how wet my boys is.”

“Please…I’m not…”

“…Shh, it’s OK, Daddy’s here. Now, be a good boy and lie on the desk so that’s get that diaper on you. Can’t have me little guy leaking in daddy’s car can we?

“Mr. Sutherland… I…”