Michelle just cut him off in mid-sentence, “Nonsense, babies don’t always know if they have peed in their pants, I’ll have to check you regularly just like we do with Benny.” Rob knew she was right, Ben had his diaper checked every few hours because most babies don’t notice or care it they are clean or dirty. Without regular monitoring babies tend to get diaper rash, which was painful and made Ben fuss constantly. Yet another humiliation was forced upon Rob, which he would have to endure.
“Well this time you are dry so I won’t change your dyedee.” With that statement Michelle proceeded to dress Rob in a cute set of blue and yellow shortalls. Rob recognized the clothes since he picked them out for Ben about 2 months ago. At the time Rob thought they were cute and expected Benny would like them also, however when Rob was dressed in them now and he felt very odd wearing pastel blue and yellow. Finally he had socks and little running shoes put on his feet before being lowered to the floor.
Rob stood there for a few seconds under the watchful eye of Michelle. Not knowing how Rob would react to his new babyhood she hovered over him while he wobbled uneasily with his new uncoordinated balance. Finally Rob took a few steps forward before he looked around him at the massive size of all the furniture. The baby’s crib used to reach his belly button but now it stood at least two or three times larger than him. Even the chair in the corner would take a great effort to scale.
Rob then noticed the mirror hanging from the door. He slowly waddled over and stood in front, the reflection looking back at him was quite impressive. Standing in front of him was an 18 month old toddler with wispy black hair and very cute dimples. Rob tried to look behind himself but found that he couldn’t move his head without twisting his torso. He had noticed this in Ben also, apparently the spinal column was fused at this age and only gave him limited movement. When he again tried to look behind him his balance gave out and fell on his padded bottom. At first he expected it to hurt, instead he was quite surprised at the lack of any pain in falling over. Now he realized why babies and small kids didn’t mind and even enjoyed falling all the time.
Rob turned around in his sitting position and looked up at Michelle as she worked on their son. Unfortunately there was not much to watch from this perspective with all the activity happening above the counter which was obscured from his view. He could hear Michelle as she played and made baby talk with Ben as she dressed him for a day of fun and games. Rob became fixated on the activity above him and the conversation the two were having. It wasn’t much different than when he took care of Ben however from his new perspective it became fascinating, he was almost jealous of the attention Ben was getting.
When Michelle was done she put Benjamin back in the crib and started to move the playpen into the living room when she almost tripped over Rob. “Rob be careful! someone is going to step on you if you don’t watch out.” With Michelle’s sudden shock and exclamation, she instantly reached down and picked Rob up depositing him in the crib. As Michelle stood Rob in the crib his legs almost collapsed. Reaching up and grasping the rail allowed the little man to keep his balance long enough to steady himself.
“Wow, dis isn’t as easy as it seemed. I’m not used to these wegs yet” Rob frowned at his pronunciation, he hadn’t spoken since last night and his speech had drastically changed. He put a finger in his mouth and probed the inside and found he was missing a lot of teeth. From his best guess he had three or four on the top of his mouth and about the same on the bottom. At least for the moment.
Once Rob had braced himself, Michelle busied herself with the playpen moving it into the living room where she could keep an eye on her children. Rob for the first time was trapped without an exit, forced to stay in his new confines until Michelle returned. Rob found this a little unnerving that he was now completely under another persons control. If it had been someone else other than Michelle he would have objected more however he new Michelle would take loving care of him.
On the other side of the crib was Ben dressed in a dark blue shirt and red coveralls with yellow socks and shoes. “Now that outfit looks much better. At least I did have some fashion sense when shopping.” Benjamin had a finger stuck in his mouth and a huge grin on his face. Right away Rob knew what Ben was thinking, his son had a new playmate, another baby his size to play with and babble at. Rob realized he would be spending a lot of time with his son and would have to play a lot games with him. The idea of stacking blocks and sharing a soother did not excite Rob in the least.
Benjamin showed his excitement and toddled effortlessly across the mattress. Now standing toe to toe with his son Rob had a sinking feeling in his stomach. Ben was an inch or two taller than he was and by the way he cruised across the mattress his balance and ability to walk were far better than his. Unless Rob was very careful he was going to be the weaker, less dominant member of this pair. “Da-da wittle!” Ben exclaimed.
“Oh god, it has already started. I’m really not going to like this.” Rob realized.
Michelle then reappeared and picked up Ben and took him to the living room where the playpen was set up. Next she came back for her husband, she picked him up and carried him next to her chest. Rob was impressed how easy it was for Michelle to carry him. With one arm under his diaper he was carried effortlessly. Rob laid his he on her breast and enjoyed the ride. He noticed that Michelle’s breasts seemed larger than normal however he just assumed that like everything else in his new world Michelle was bigger just like everything else.
“Pwease don’h puh me wiff Benny in da pwaypen. He’s bigga dan me.” Michelle giggled at the increasing problems Rob had with speaking, Rob was really sounding like a toddler expect with a larger volcabulary. She wondered if he got much smaller if he’d loose his ability to speak, similar to the toilet training problems he now faced.
“It’s okay honey I’ll keep the two of you separated but you are going to have to play with your son part of the day. There are going to be times during the day I can’t keep an eye on you, so you will have to spend time with him in the playpen.” Michelle understood that it was not going to be easy for Rob to adjust but he was going to have to try and make the best of the situation.
Rob was placed on the floor and allowed to roam free. For the first time Rob was given the chance to move around and get used to his new body. Rob immediately noticed he was not walking normally, both the thickness of his diaper and the angle of his feet which rotated out caused him to waddle instead of walking normally. This didn’t completely surprise Rob as he just watched his son learn to walk. He toddled around the room finding that at this age the act of walking seemed like a fun expedition. Again he noticed his balance was not very good and toppled over every few minutes, especially when he didn’t concentrate on the act of walking.
Soon Rob was hoisted off the ground and carried into the kitchen. As he passed the playpen Ben was happily drinking from his sippy cup, obviously Ben had finished his breakfast and now it was Rob’s turn. Michelle placed her husband in the high chair and strapped him in. Next Michelle maneuvered behind Rob and wrapped a feeding bid around his neck. Rob was already starting to feel uncomfortable about the whole process however he was somewhat prepared as he had done the same to his son Benjamin.
Michelle sat down in front and opened two small bottles of baby food. “Now I really don’t think I need to be hand fed baby food, just give me some cereal and a spoon.” Rob inquired to his much larger wife. “Absolutely not! I saw you check how many teeth you have and baby food is exactly what you should be fed at this age.” With that statement Michelle shoved a generous portion of strained pears into his mouth. The food had little in common with real pears and he didn’t remember ever eating pears that had been liquefied.
By the end of the meal Rob’s bib was a mess. It seemed like half the meal ended up on the bib instead of his mouth. This did frustrate Rob somewhat, he had always assumed that Ben’s bad eating habits were more a matter of effort and not coordination. Once finished Michelle removed the bib and wiped his face and fingers clean. Michelle then set Rob on the floor and handed him a baby bottle full of formula.
“You can’t be sewious, I am not going to drink dis. At weast Benny gets a sippy cup, this is just stupid. I’ve had it with this baby stuff you can just give it a west” With that statement Rob tossed the bottle at his wife bottle and walked away. Michelle immediately picked up the child, sat down on the couch, pulled down his diaper and gave the surly little man a spanking.
Rob couldn’t believe it, out of surprise and shock he started yelling for Michelle to stop but quickly the pain became too great and the yelling turned to a baby’s cries of pain. “You will learn to be polite and respect my authority, I am not going to be the mommy to a brat!” After only a couple of swats Michelle stopped. “Now who are you going to obey baby?”
Rob stopped crying and sniffled as he spoke, “I…I am going to wisten to my wife.” This statement did not please Michelle, “I’m not your wife, who are you going to obey baby?” Rob sniffled for a few more second before answering in a soft quiet voice. “I’m going wisten to my mommy. Pwease stop, I be good baby” With Rob’s statement of surrender she pulled up his diaper and pants then cleaned the tears from his face.
Michelle then walked over and deposited the new baby into the playpen and placed his bottle on his lap. The defeated little child looked down at the bottle and up at his new mommy. She stood over top waiting for him to start nursing. Rob had no choice, he picked up the bottle and stuck the nipple in his mouth, hoping it would be enough for Michelle to go away and leave him alone. What he didn’t expect was that his mouth and tongue began to automatically start sucking. Rob noticed the formula was like milk but a bit sweeter. As he started to drink in the formula he realized how thirsty he was, Rob sat back against the pen’s wall and drank his fill. Rob closed his eyes and relaxed, focusing solely on the baby bottle and its contents.
Before Rob realized what was going on he had emptied the bottle. Michelle had been monitoring him to make sure he finished the bottle. She laid a towel over her shoulder, picked up the baby and proceeded to pat his back producing a huge burp along with a bit of his breakfast which deposited itself on the towel. “Smart move with the towel, I got it diwty.” Rob said with a little humour.
“I have to go take a bath, I want you to play nice with Benny while I’m gone, okay?” Michelle made statement more than asked for permission, but Rob understood. “Okay, I be good while you are away.” With that Rob was lowered into the playpen and left to hang out with his son. Ben was standing in the corner chewing on a set of plastic keys while drooling.
Rob got up and was about to go over to Ben when his stomach and intestines started to rumble. He was about to call for Michelle when the sound of the shower told him she was indisposed. Rob looked around as if there was a way out only to realize he was trapped and forced to wait. He was stuck in this soft cell, forced to hold-on until she was done in the bathroom. If he wasn’t stuck in here, he could walk into the bathroom on his own and use Ben’s potty chair. It was so close, yet so far away.
The little professor decided to walk around the playpen to take his mind off this predicament. He started to cross the middle however the unexpected soft floor caused him to topple over. While sitting in the middle his gut continued to reminded him of his impending constitutional. He crawled to the side of the pen and used the mesh wall to help him stand up. The intensity and pressure were getting worse and he didn’t know how long he could hold on.
Rob instinctively grabbed the side of the playpen as his sphincter involuntarily spasm. Suddenly a wave of pleasure rose from his anus and traveled up his spine. Simultaneously a warm expanding pile of poo spread into the back of his diaper. As his bowels finished their job, Rob’s bladder released, flooding the front of his diaper.
The entire time Rob held tightly on the playpen’s railing overwhelmed by the moment. All Rob could do is stand there lost in the experience as the warmth expanded inside his diaper. “This isn’t so bad.” He smiled to himself
The little man, the toddler, stood at the side of the playpen in a blissful state. Slowly he started to contemplate what had just happened. Standing in a playpen wearing a pair of shortalls and a diaper Rob managed to completely mess himself. It wasn’t a small mistake but the gesture of a small child not an adult. What he noticed most was that the odor wasn’t as rank as he remembered. It wasn’t a smell he wanted to live with all day but he could stand it sometimes. “Maybe I’m not as smelly as Benny?”
Rob took a few steps and could feel the mess in the back of his diaper shift a bit. Suddenly Ben yelled out, “Da-da go poopies!” Ben squealed at the top of his voice, he was very proud of the fact he could tell that someone else needed to be changed. Immediately Rob tried to turn towards his son but not used to his new coordination he fell on his bottom. The mess inside his diaper immediately spread across his butt but it was the feeling of his poo oozing around his crotch towards the front which disturbed him.
All he could do was sit and wait from Michelle to come and take care of him, there was nothing he could do for himself. For the first time Rob truly felt like a small little baby. After a few minutes Rob wasn’t feeling any better about his condition as the recent events played a continuous loop in his mind. A small tear came from his eye as his thumb thumb unnoticed snuck up and deposited itself in his mouth as he instinctively began to rock back and forth as he waitrd for his mommy.
- to be continued.