My Son Put me Back in Diapers

 

 Summary or brief description of what the story is about:

 

Billy’s son, Allan, had always been a handful to raise .When Allan got older, and decided Billy was a handful, he decided to do something about it. When he discovered that he liked his father as a baby, he decided he was going to keep him that way. Forever.

And then began Billy’s life as a baby.

 

 

            Allan was fuming as he went to the kitchen to make himself some microwave pizza. How dare his father, Billy, talk to him like that, as though he were a little kid, or something? At six foot three, and two-hundred and thirty pounds, he certainly was far from being a little kid. Anyway, he was much bigger than his Dad, but when his Dad was angry, Allan knew to have a healthy respect for him. He'd seen his Dad fight, and the man certainly knew how to handle himself ! A streaky blond haired, brown eyed and well muscled German, at 38 his Dad cut a pretty good figure.

            "Allan?" his Dad called "When you come out, would you bring me a cup of coffee please?"

            "Yes, Dad, I'll get right on it!" Allan said, sarcastically.

            "Thank you Allan" his Dad said "Don't be mad forever, Allan, it's been discussed, and now it's in the past. There's no need to be sarcastic." his father added.

            "All right, Dad!" Allan almost shouted.

            Allan’s cheeks burned as he made his Dads' coffee. Isn't that just like him? He asked himself. Ream me out, then act as though nothing happened...I'm so sick of it!

            His father, as far as he was concerned, was controlling, and treated him like a baby. Always getting upset, and having tantrums whenever he would have a girl over and screw her in the living room. What did he expect, with Allan being a blond haired, blue eyed muscular Italian? He was a very popular fellow with the ladies. Allan didn't see the big deal, and now that he was eighteen, he figured it was none of his fathers' business. After all, he lived here to, so it was his house as well. Didn't he have a right to do what he wished in his own house?

            As Allan angrily stirred his fathers' coffee, an idea began to form. Maybe...just maybe... he thought to himself. By the time he'd taken his fathers' coffee out to him, where he was working on the car, he had a plan firmly in mind. He was sure it would work... after all, didn't everything he wanted to do always work out successfully?

            He was the exact opposite of his father, who seemed to have to struggle with everything to make it come out successfully. He almost felt bad for his father at that point, he loved his Dad very much, especially since Mom had left. The poor man had the worst luck of anyone he'd ever seen. God, he did love him so...maybe he'd reconsider his plan, on second thought...

            No! Allan thought, as he recovered his resolve. Besides, it would be so much better for his Dad anyway. He wouldn't have all the stress and worry that seemed to make him so angry and upset. Allan felt that he'd often seen toddlers get upset the way his Dad did.

            "Here's your coffee, Dad" He said, handing him the cup.

            "Thank you, Allan" his Dad said. Then added "I'm so sorry that I had to yell at you like that, Allan, but I need you to understand where I'm coming from. I love you, and I just want the best for you, and there have to be rules in life. You need to figure that out. I hope you feel a little less angry now."

            "Oh, I do Dad, and I love you too." He said "Don't worry about it, I'm sure things will get a lot better real soon." He added, almost with a smirk on his face, but he caught himself.

            "Well, that's good. I'm glad you understand." His father responded, wondering if he thought he saw a smirk cross Allan’s face. Sometimes... that boy is so odd sometimes, he mused to himself. I wonder what he's up to now? Oh, hell, never mind. Try to think positively, he thought to himself, you were probably just imagining it anyway.

            Allen went back in the house to his pizza, amused with himself, thinking of what was to come...

 

CHAPTER 2

 

                For the next couple of days, things seemed to settle back into a quiet routine around the house, so last weeks' troubles slipped to the back of Billy’s' mind. Poor Allan, he had always been a handful, having problems understanding that life had rules...for everyone...and he just couldn't seem to grasp that. It made Billy love his son all the more, because he knew his son had to try so hard. Since his divorce from Allan’s' mother, they'd grown a lot closer, it seemed.

            That Friday, the argument they'd had was, by now, a long forgotten memory to him. He worked the night shift, after all, so he didn't see much of anyone, except for Allan, when he got out of work. Then it was home, visit with Allan a little while, and off to bed. When he got up, he got around and was right back to work. He often thought that if he were to fall off the face of the earth tomorrow, Allan would be the only person to notice.

            When he got out of work after Fridays' shift, he was exhausted. He dragged himself into the house and collapsed on the couch.

            "Good morning Dad! Hang on and I'll bring a cup of coffee in for you!" Allan called cheerily from the kitchen.

            "Thanks, Allan, that would be great! I'm awful tired this morning." His Dad responded.

            "OK," Allan said, "You'll feel better in a minute, I've got a BIG surprise for you!"

            "Oh boy," Billy thought. "What now?"

            Allan took the two tranquilizers out of his pocket that he'd bought downtown. The guy had said that one would put someone right to sleep, and two would leave them unconscious for a few hours. It was great! He didn't think he'd need that much time, but that was okay. "After today, his father would not be making a scene like he had done last weekend again." Allan chuckled to himself.

            He took one of the tranquilizers, pulled the capsule apart over the coffee cup, and sprinkled the contents in. Then he followed suit with the other capsule. Afterward, he poured in the water, boiling hot, just the way his father liked it, and put in the ingredients of his fathers' favorite instant coffee. He stirred it all real well, smelled it, and was satisfied with it's aroma, as his Dad liked his coffee very strong.

            "All the better to cover any taste the tranquilizers might have." Allan muttered to himself. He fairly glowed, he was so happy at the prospect of the surprise he was going to give his Dad.

            He took the cup of coffee into the living room to his Dad, with a couple of slices of buttered toast. "Here ya go, Dad, and I brought you some toast, in case you were hungry." Allan said, knowing his father never ate when he came in after work. "Nice touch" Allan thought to himself.

            Billy took the coffee, smelled it, and said "Boy, that does smell good! You make it as well as your mother used to. So, what's this BIG surprise you've got lined up for me?"

            "Don't worry about that right now, Dad" he said "Just enjoy your coffee and we'll chat. It'll keep for a little bit."

            "Oh, okay." His father said "So how was your evening last night?" he asked, taking a sip of the coffee.

            "Oh, it was very busy! I had a lot of things to do. I had to go out for some shopping, stopped around and saw a couple of my friends, and then went over to Josh's to watch WWF." He said. He threw in the WWF part knowing his father couldn't stand wrestling, which he really enjoyed. Another point of contention between the two of them, but he knew it would keep his Dad from inquiring any further into his activities. Allan knew his Dad would fully understand what he'd been up to, very well, later.

            "Here's a cigarette, Dad. C'mon now, drink that coffee up so you can get to sleep. Hopefully, we can get in some fishing tomorrow." Allan said, knowing full well his father would have no interest in fishing once tomorrow came.

            "Oh, okay. Thanks." His father said, lighting the cigarette. Allan thought to himself, "Yeah, and there's another bad habit of yours that you can kiss goodbye." Even though he smoked himself, behind his fathers' back, he hated it that his Dad smoked, he was so afraid of what it was doing to his Dads' health. Of course, there was nothing in Allan that could see the contradiction in that thought. As far as Allan was concerned, he was an adult now. For some reason, he felt that his father should listen more to what he said, or asked him to do, and it really angered him some times that his father "disobeyed". With Allan’s behavioral problems, though, he wasn't able to see anything strange about this whatsoever. He couldn't realize that this was one of the things that caused he and his father to argue the way they did.

            His father had the coffee half gone by now, and was yawning. "I must of been a lot more tired than I thought" Billy said "I'm beginning to get drowsy."

            "Dad, I know you're tired, but you make sure you finish that coffee. You know I hate it when you leave those half empty cups setting around." Allan admonished.

            "Oh, okay" Billy said. "God knows, you do like to keep the house picked up." Allan had really taken over the running of the house since his mother left, and was quite good at keeping things in order. Billy downed the rest of the coffee, setting the cup down on the coffee table. He really wanted to lay down right there, right now.

            "Hey! What about your surprise, Allan?" he asked. "I want to see before I go to sleep on you."

            "Oh, that's okay, Dad" Allan said. "You go ahead to bed, it'll keep till you get up. It's not that important, and I didn't know you were that tired. Don't worry about it for now." Then he quietly thought to himself, "You'll see it soon enough, buddy-boy."

            Billy thought to himself "OK, but he sure seemed pretty excited about it earlier." Then he said "I think I'm just going to stretch out here on the couch for now, I'm so sleepy, it feels like a good place to relax."

            Allan said "I really wish you'd go in to bed, Dad, so you're not disturbed, but if you wanna sleep there I guess it's your house. (But not for long...)" he muttered an aside to himself. He thought to himself, things would be easier if his father went to bed, but I guess it really doesn't make that much of a difference to me.

            "Goodnight now, Allan" his Dad said "I'll see you in a bit."

            "Okay Dad," he replied "You go sleepy-byes now. Not another word."

            "Well, now that was odd of him to say that," Billy thought, as he drifted off to sleep. The tranquilizers were working their magic, floating him along on a warm buzz towards unconsciousness.

            "That's right, little baby, go to sleep now. Daddy will make it all better by the time you wake up." Allan mumbled under his breath, slyly smiling to himself.

 

Chapter 3

 

                While his father drifted off to sleep, Allan went into the spare room. There were several new cartons there. Things he had bought right downtown, and other things that he'd bought off the internet. A new crib, with a locking top panel, A panel Allan didn't plan to need for long. He'd let his father know very soon how things would be, and had no plans to put up with arguments or aggravation. Then there was the new changing table, for "large size" toddlers. Allan thought that had been a nice touch. He assembled both of these in short order, finishing up by putting sheets on the crib mattress with little teddy bears all over them. "Boy, that sure does look cute," he mused, as he fastened the matching bumpers to the crib rails. "Wouldn't want baby to hurt himself, or catch a draft, after all." Allan chuckled.

            Then he took out the High chair, fit for his father, and placed it in the kitchen. He had an internet friend whose father ran a diaper factory, and had convinced him to make up some custom sized Pampers, supposedly as a joke. Thank God for Dads' credit card, he thought. He had 20 cases of them, enough, he figured, to last for some time. Once everything had gotten settled down, he knew it would be no problem to get him to make more for him, as the run had been set up on the machines once already. Maybe he would tell him that he was caring for a developmentally disabled relative, and that the relative just thought they were the cutest thing. He knew if his friends' father thought he was helping someone, and they derived enjoyment from what he'd done, he would be thrilled to make more. He knew, from babysitting his nephew, that Pampers would keep his "baby" comfortable and dry, but had asked his friends father to make this run double thickness, just so they would be cuter on Billy. They smelled so babyish! With there larger size, the baby scent filled the room! "Boy, that ought to get to him!" He thought gleefully to himself. He unpacked a case of them, then stored the rest in what was soon to be his "old" bedroom, for the time being.

            "Yes sir," he figured, "since I am going to be the "Master" of the house, I sure deserve the "Master" bedroom." He'd taken all week to get the "nursery" just right, using the spare bedroom, knowing his father never went in that room anyway. Care Bears and Winnie-the -Pooh figures were everywhere, and it was all so cute! He thought, giving himself great credit. "Boy oh boy," he thought aloud, "I can't wait to gloat!"

            Allan planned on calling in to his Dads' work, pretending to be him, and get into an argument with his boss, then quit. That would tie up loose ends nicely. Then, although he had a job now, since it didn't pay enough, he would apply for the position his father had just "left vacant". He knew a lot of the people, and their kids, that his father had worked with there, so he figured it would be pretty easy. If they had any questions about his Dad, he'd explain that his father had had a nervous breakdown, and would be away in the hospital for a while. That should satisfy people for now, and he'd come up with a more permanent story later. "Yes, I've thought things out well indeed." he said, patting himself on the back.

            Half an hour to forty-five minutes had passed by, and his Dad should be well out of it by now, so he went out to the couch, with a small bag in his hand.

            "Dad?" he called. "Dad? Are you asleep?" His father just snored a little, something he never did, so Allan knew he was out cold.

            He opened the sack, taking out the Tender Cuffs, soft fur lined restraints, made from webbing, that he'd bought off the internet. He fastened them securely on his Dads' wrists, still afraid that he might wake up, then unbuttoned his Dads' shirt. After he'd gotten it off as far as he could, he removed the restraints. He took off his Dads' shirt, and pulled a large, light blue baby shirt over him, that had snaps on the shoulder, and a big Care Bear sleeping on the front. He maneuvered his fathers' comatose frame as easily as he would any child’s. "Thanks for encouraging me to take weightlifting, Dad" he said out loud, confident now that his father was indeed out for the count. He got Billy’s arms into the sleeves and snapped the shoulder closed. Next, he fastened a large and babyish looking bib around his neck, that had the phrase "I love my Da-Da" embroidered on it in large letters. Then he put the restraints back on his wrists, fastened them snugly, and *clicked* the small padlocks into the part of the buckle that was made for that purpose. "Wouldn't want baby to get loose and hurt himself, now would we?" He asked his sleeping father. Allan had had the padlocks powder-coated a baby-blue, and was now amused, thinking to himself that that had been a nice touch.

            Now, Allan unfastened his fathers' pants, and stripped him bare of them and his underclothes. When he had gotten them off, he fastened the leg restraints securely on his ankles, securing them with a *click, click* of the padlocks, which matched those he'd used earlier. He then took two tethers out of the bag, and attached each to a set of the cuffs, taking them under the ends of the couch, and taking up the slack, attached them around a leg in the back, on either end of the couch. Then he took a safety strap, fed it down through the frame of the Futon couch, bringing it up around the front, and buckled his Dad to the couch. Kinda like a changing table strap, he thought. That ought to keep him safe and secure.

            "Now," he said, "You wanted to sleep on the couch, baby, you just sleep there. Safely. Until you start to come out of it a little. Maybe with the fresh air on your baby ass, you'll be glad to get the soft warm diapers on that I'm going to put you in!" Allan laughed, and then left the room. He had to go get some baby food, and finish his shopping before his Dad woke up, and now he was confident that his carefully planned work wouldn't be undone if his father should accidentally wake up before his return.

            "Hmmm... " he thought to himself "This isn't always going to work when I'm on the job... I guess I'll have to see about finding him a babysitter for the times when I'm away from home for a while."

               

Chapter 4

 

                Allan returned from the store to find his father moving around a little bit. He put the groceries down on the kitchen table, slid some teddy bear diaper pins in the drawer, and went to his Dad in the living room. "Settle down, Dad, and sleep awhile, you're all right" he said. His father grumbled something, and quieted down, still asleep.

            After he put the groceries away, he put the newly purchased baby powder and the other baby items in the nursery, he went in to rouse his father, figuring it would be better to deal with him at first while he was half-assed groggy.

            "Dad" Allan called "Dad, wake up. I need you to wake up, I don't want the baby to pee on my couch."

            His father roused a little, mumbling "What? What baby? What are you talking about?"

            Then his father came to a little better when Allan said "You, Dad. I'm talking about you. I don't want you to piss on the couch, little one. You're the baby!" Allan shouted with a laugh.

            His father tried to move, and realized that he was restrained. "What the hell is going on here?!" he bellowed, still very groggy. "What the hell are you doing? Have you gone insane?"

            Allan just smiled, and said "Dad, you can lay there and struggle for a bit, it'll wear you out, but go ahead. You're securely restrained to the couch, and I'm not the least bit concerned that you'll get loose from there. You're quite safe. I'll be right back, I've got to warm your bottle."

            "BOTTLE? What the HELL are you talking about, BOTTLE?" his father bellowed.

            "Your baby bottle." Allan said simply, as he walked away.

            When he came back, Billy was still struggling on the couch, covered in sweat. His naked baby ass starting to turn pink from scrubbing against the material of the couch.

            "BILLY!" Allan said sternly. "Billy, you stop that right now, or Da-Da will SPANK!"

            His father said, low and mean "Boy, you get me loose from here. I'm going to slap the shit out of you! And don't you ever call me by my first name again, or you'll sure as hell get MORE than a spanking!" Then he shouted "NOW!"

            Allan just laughed at him, then said "I don't think the wittle baby is in any position to be giving out orders!" He laughed out loud. "But if you think that you're are in any position to do ANYTHING to me, much less SPANK me, you go right ahead." His father angrily tried to thrash loose of the couch, to no avail.

            Allan went to the foot of the couch, unhooking the tether from the leg of it, then quickly unhooked it from the ankle restraints, and deftly swooped his Dads' ankles up in the air and put five solid cracks on his bare ass with the palm of his hand. Allan’s Dad was shocked into silence, trying to catch his breath, and recover from the sting, and the humiliation of his position. "Where the hell are my pants, and what is this goddamned shirt?!" He shouted at Allan. So, Allan picked up the baby’s ankles and administered fifteen more swats to the baby’s bare butt, which began glowing a nice, bright, red. By now, his Dad, furious, but stinging, had tears running from his eyes.

            Allan felt a little bad, but just a little. This was actually nice. He was drunk with the power of the control he had over his Dad. "Now," he said "You can see who's the boss here, and you had better settle down, Billy, before I paddle blisters on your ass. Do...you...hear...me...?" he asked, drawing out his last words. His father nodded his acquiescence. Allan said "No, that will not do. You will say, out loud, that you will behave yourself. Understand?" His father nodded "Then SAY it!" Allan said, raising his voice.

            Billy spoke up "I will behave myself, Allan."

            "That's much better." Allan said, as he unhooked the tether from his fathers' wrist restraints, and quickly unbuckled the safety belt from across his tummy. Then he scooped his Dad up off the couch, without much effort really, and thought to himself, "He's really not that heavy at all. It won't take me too long to adjust to carrying him around. After all, he's not near as big as I am." Then he toted Billy into the nursery, and stood him on his feet.

            "Get up there on the changing table and lay down." He said quietly.

            "But why?" He asked

            "Because I told you to, Dad" He told his father.

            "But Allan, I don't understand..." Billy whined.

            "First of all, little baby, you will not call me Allan, but Da-Da. Second of all, I will explain everything to you, just as soon as we get your Pampers on and get you to your crib." He said. "Getting your Pampers on would be why. Not that I need to explain my self to you, young man." He said sternly, gleefully repeating one of his Dads' favorite phrases.

            "Now get up there and lay down!" Allan commanded.

            Billy didn't quite understand what was going on, or how he'd gotten into this position, but he did as he was told, as his son sounded quite serious, and had obviously gone out of his mind. He knew he should have kept him on his behavioral medicine, but once he turned eighteen, he wasn't able to make him take it anymore, and so had given up trying to argue the point. Allan had always been impulsive, and had a way of holding a grudge, usually popping up with some retribution when you least expected it. Billy was not going to argue with his son now, standing there in "handcuffs", with his ankles in some kind of restraints. Both sets of restraints seemed to be made of some type of two inch wide webbing, so they would not injure, but they were definitely securely fastened, with small baby-blue padlocks in the buckles. Billy had never seen anything quite like them, but he could see it would be senseless to struggle. Apparently, Allan had been laying the groundwork for this for some time.

            Thrilled that his Dad had done as he was told, Allan picked his father up from the changing table, swinging him in the air as easily as he would have picked up any toddler, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, then firmly laid him down on the changing table.

            "Now," he said with quiet amusement "We'll fasten the safety strap on, so the baby doesn't roll off, and get your diapers on you. Won't that be much better?" Allan asked.

            Obviously, he was amusing himself at his fathers' expense, Billy realized, but how long was this embarrassing situation going to continue?

            "I asked you, Won't that be much better? I suggest you answer me, Billy-boy, and answer me right." Alan told him. Billy answered "Yes, Da-Da, that will be better." "Good," Allan said, "but I want you to stop talking like a "big boy", 'cuz you sure ain't. In fact, far from it. From here on out, it's baby talk for you. Understand?"

            "Yes, Da-Da, I unnersand." Billy prattled. Just then, Allan whipped out a pacifier, stuffing it into Billy’s mouth. "Leave it there." Allan admonished sternly.

            Allan undid the ankle restraints, setting them aside for later use. He was having a wonderful time, and couldn't imagine why he hadn't done this long ago. He loved his Dad dearly, but obviously, his Dad needed to be shown who was in charge now.

            Besides, the way his father got so angry, he was acting like a two year old, as far as Allan was concerned, so he figured it was about time to start treating him like one. The way he saw it, his father would probably grow to like it, being able to relax and not have to worry about anything anymore. He'd gotten so uptight lately that Allan had begun to be concerned for his health. As a matter of fact, so what if he didn't learn to like the new way things were going to be? As a two year old, he'd better get used to it, because it was going to stay that way from now on. Allan had absolutely no intention of allowing his father to be a grown-up again, that much was certain.

            He picked Billy’s ankles up in the air, sliding the custom made Pampers under his cute, red little rear, and set him back down, oh so gently. Then, he sprinkled some baby powder on him, and pulled the thick, puffy diaper up tightly between his legs, encasing his twig and berries into the soft folds of the diaper.

            "Not too much of a big man now, are ya Billy?" Allan teased. Allen actually found some pleasure in the fact that it forced Billy’s legs apart, making it so he couldn't exactly bring them together. "That ought to make him waddle just a bit" Allan thought. He fastened the thick disposable diaper securely around Billy’s waist, sticking the tapes evenly on the Mickey Mouse patterned tape across the front of the diaper. His dad looked do cute in that puffy diaper! Then Allan thought it would be a nice touch, and maybe insurance against the tapes not sticking, so he fastened a teddy bear diaper pin through each of the tapes, into the Micky Mouse panel, snapping them in place, and turning the safety lock in to secure them. After securing his ankles back in the restraints, he lifted them up again, giving Billy a few playful pats on the rear of his diaper. The smell of Pampers filled the room, making Billy turn all the redder from embarrassment, and making Allan smile from ear to ear, seeing that he'd been right about how much Billy would be embarrassed. Allan undid the safety belt, scooped Billy up and put him right back down in the crib. Billy saw the blankets and sheets. He saw the bumpers, the nursery animal figures everywhere, and the securely fastened restraints. He started crying again. Not quietly this time, but sobbing with frustration, realizing just what position he was actually in.

            "There, there, baby" Allan said. "Don't cry. You know, when I first came up with this idea, right after you got done shouting at me like you were a two year old last Friday, I was doing this because I was angry with you. But then, the more I thought about it, and at how angry you get at me sometimes... (for stuff that is really no big deal)...the more I knew I should do this because I love you, and I want to keep you safe with me. So, I figured that it was only right for me to do it, because you can't keep yourself safe from harm. From here on out, Dad, you will be my Billy baby, and that is what I will call you. You WILL call me Da-Da. You will not take your pacifier out of your mouth. The only way it comes out is when I decide to do it for you. You will not smoke, you will not drink coffee, and you will not get angry. Is that understood?" " Good," Allan said as Billy nodded in agreement, not because he wanted to, but because he knew he'd better.

            "I'm sure that about now, you're wondering 'what's the POA', right? Well, I'm gonna tell ya.." he sarcastically said, so cocky with himself he looked like he was about to burst. "You are a two year old baby boy. You act like one, you throw temper tantrums like one... So, I've decided you ARE a two year old, and a two year old you will STAY. Forever. So, if you 're wondering when this might be over...IT WON’T. I've got you right where I want you, and you're going to stay there and LIKE it!" Allan was fairly crowing now, as he took out a camera and started snapping pictures. Then he pointed out the video camera, mounted up near a corner of the ceiling, and the baby monitor, hooked to a recording device, on a stand by the crib.

            "Those, wittle baby, are recordings. This is a camera. If you EVER decide that you would NOT like to be a baby anymore, I have PLENTY of pictures to share with everyone you know! I'm sure that newspapers will even get involved, once I tell them that you get off on this shit, and have been making me do this FOR YEARS! So, I'd suggest that you get with the program REAL quick, baby boy, or Da-Da will have your face and your diapered ass on every front page in this state...Probably the National Enquirer, too!" Allan had fairly wound himself into a frenzied mania, but was now calming back down.

            "Now," Allan went on "Instead of coffee, you will get a bottle of baby milk. You're fixin' to have one right now. It has a tranquilizer in it. (Just like the two I slipped you this morning in your coffee, by the way) This is the surprise I had for you this morning, that you so badly wanted to see." Allan giggled "A little different than you might have expected, isn't it Billy? I also have a new car seat, made just for you, and if you don't act right, you'll be spending a lot of time traveling around out in public in it. If that's not something you'd like to do right away (because you will be doing it, sooner or later) then you had better get a clue right quick as to who is the baby here and who is the Daddy." Allan stood there gloating.

            God this was good. Funny thing is, I feel so protective of him, right now, that it's odd. Almost like this is the way it should have been all along. I bet it is. I bet this should have happened a long time ago. Allan kept thinking to himself, his mind racing...convincing him that all was finally right with the world. After a couple of minutes, he almost couldn't remember that it had ever been any different.

            "OK, baby-boy, here's the deal. I've got these nice custom made Pampers for you (don't they smell good?), that you are going to wear. I also have some nice thick cloth diapers, pins, and rubber pants. If I ever decide that you are allowed to toddle about, I will put the cloth ones on you, very thick, to make sure that when you toddle you're pretty unsteady, and if you fall-go-boom, you don't hurt you wittle butt. I've also had some wittle white baby shoes made for you to wear, when you DO go out." Allan issued the terms of Billy’s existence in a low, calm and sure voice.

            "Furthermore," Allan went on "You will like it. You will want nothing else, and you will tell me so. Now."

            Billy started to mumble, so Allan reached over and took the pacifier out of his mouth.

            "Yes?" he jeered.

            Billy cleared his throat, and haltingly spoke up "Billy wiw wear his Pampers fwom now on. Billy wiw wike it. Billy wuvs you, Da-Da."

            "That's wonderful!" Allan exclaimed. I knew this was going to be as easy as I imagined! He thought to himself. I'll have the locking part of the crib off in a week! The baby will know better than to try to get out!

            "Oh, one more thing DAD, er, Bay-beee, I will be bringing my girlfriends over. I will be getting laid. (Although, obviously, as a baby, you won't) and I will be doing it ALL under this roof, in MY house, just down the hall from YOUR nursery, in your...excu-use me MY room. So, unless you would like some teenage girls...and some as old as you are... in here changing your diapers, you had BETTER be quiet and sleeping when I entertain. Understood?"

            "Just as Billy said "Yes, Da-Da", while blushing the most crimson red you have ever seen, Allan slid his bottle into Billy’s mouth, and held it there, till Billy floated off, gently...peacefully, blissfully to sleep in the haze of the tranquilizer. His first NIGHTS sleep in years. He thought to himself, Allan does love me. He said so. This just might not be too bad he thought, just as he began to get aroused. Not too bad at all.

            After Billy nodded off, tucked into his crib, snugly enveloped in his Pampers, Allan turned around, smugly satisfied,

            Looking directly at YOU in the computer screen, and said:

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          >>>> "I know who you are. I know your Sons. You'd better behave, and act right, or I'll help them put your ASS in diapers too!"

          Then he gave a big belly laugh, and snapped off the light in the nursery, closing the door.