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SQ was slowly but surely coming around to trust his father again, even though he wasn’t entirely sure where they stood with each other. Technically, his father had popped his cherry, and SQ had a multitude of feelings about that which he was resolutely trying not to examine.
He had spent a week in diapers, and loved every second of it. He had been disappointed when his father “reset” the world, but understood to an extent. His father was someone who always had something going on, something running in the back of his mind, and SQ knew that if he wanted focus, he couldn’t be busy changing SQ’s diapers in between without ruining his flow and his focus.
He had finished his bodice ripper earlier that week as well, and he had taken to trying to find all the erotica in his uncle’s house that he could without actually asking his uncle where he put it. It was a fun challenge, and it kept his mind from swan-diving into the gutter and begging his father for the opportunity to be sent back to diapers again.
SQ was busy perusing the bookshelves in the study, which was empty save for himself, when his father walked in, muttering to himself as he looked over papers. SQ reached up on his toes for a book, pulling it down from the shelf with a triumphant sound, which caused his father to look up. “Oh good, you are in here!” he said.
“You were looking for me?” SQ asked curiously.
“Well, yes,” his father said. “I asked Nicholas where you had gone, because he nixed my latest invention idea, and, well…you know me. I always need something to do, yes?”
“Or someone?” SQ couldn’t help the cheeky dig.
His father blushed furiously, sending a look behind him outside the study.
“Close the door, they’ll respect any private conversations,” SQ said with a wave of his hand. “Provided that’s what you want?”
His father closed the door behind him. “I will admit, I’m curious,” he said slowly. “If you would be able to change reality as well. We never tried to get you into the practice, I was too scared of what it might bring about. But I think I’d like to teach you.”
SQ turned red himself. “That sounds nice,” he said. “But am I even capable of that?”
“I don’t know,” his father admitted. “And today is probably not the best day to experiment with that, considering everyone is in the house and I don’t know if you’d be able to keep what you’d done sustained, or if they would realize that you were the one changing it. This sort of thing takes practice.”
SQ nodded along. He had asked his father how this had worked before, and he always got a half-answer somewhere between “lots of study” and “I have no fucking clue what started it, but I practiced until I became proficient.” He was familiar with the limitations of his father’s ability. But his heart was skipping beats at the thought of him being able to do that sort of thing. What would he do with it? He could make himself a better artist with a simple thought, he could have anything he ever wanted if he practiced enough…and, perhaps most embarrassingly, he could make himself permanently incontinent without having to cap the time because of his father.
God, the thought alone made him hard.
“Was that all you wanted to talk to me about?” SQ asked. “Or were you hoping for a little more?”
“I’ve noticed that since you’ve been out of diapers you’ve been…antsy,” his father said. “And I think I owe you some time in them again, if only to keep you from being quite so twitchy.”
SQ couldn’t help a little laugh. “Oh my god,” he said with a grin. “You can’t handle me reading every erotica book in the house because it keeps me occupied when my sex drive gets unbearable?”
“Does that mean you don’t want some time in diapers?” his father challenged.
“Absolutely not, I’d love more time,” SQ said. “But you need to handle me being an adult, too, Dad. You can’t just regress me whenever you feel I’m getting out of hand. Or, you can but you shouldn’t. That’s rude.”
His father scoffed. “I need time to adjust, and sometimes I just need you to be manageable while I process,” he defended. He strode forward, taking the book out of SQ’s hands and placing it on a side table. “Are we doing this, or what?”
SQ couldn’t help the small smirk that formed on his face. “Do you think, since everyone’s here, we could parade me around a bit?”
His father considered. “Could be fun,” he mused. “I’ll consider it.”
“Yes!” SQ quietly cheered. “That would be so fun.”
“Even if they’re convinced you’re three?” his father asked skeptically.
“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it!” SQ protested. “It’s fun!”
HIs father considered SQ. “I’m trying to figure out how deep I want you to go today,” he said. “Within your limits, of course. Need you to be able to talk and tell me to stop if needed.”
SQ felt an idea strike him, though he was reluctant to admit how horny it made him. “Can we use a safeword instead of just ‘no’?” he asked. “Because fighting back against the regression could be…interesting, and really fun.”
“Kinky bastard!” his father hissed. “Fine. We both get a safeword. What’s yours?”
SQ considered. “Antlers,” he said after a while. “When would I ever talk about antlers specifically within a scene where I’m fighting against you?”
“Fair enough,” his father said. “I’ve had one for years, under different circumstances: Gemini.”
SQ snorted. “Fitting.”
“Shut up!”
“Make me!” SQ challenged with a grin.
His father tilted his head to the side. “Did you wear your diaper today, Shep, or did you sneak into the others’ rooms to put on big boy pants? You know you’re far too little to keep them dry and clean.”
SQ felt the band on his underwear tighten uncomfortably, biting into his skin, and the pant legs shrink until they felt like they might rip. He knew, somehow, that these briefs were Reynie’s size, and he felt a warm dribble start up, soaking the thin fabric through and quickly spreading onto his jeans. His legs shook, his cock turning hard the second the piss stopped coming out, but by then, of course, he had piss running down his legs, his pants clinging to his thighs, and a puddle on the floor. His cheeks were on fire. “Dad!” he whined. “You know that’s not what I meant!”
“But it did shut you up,” his father said smugly. “And you made quite the mess. I knew you were stealing underwear. Come on, we need to get you back in your diapers.”
SQ was dragged out from the puddle he had made, and as his father twitched his fingers, the puddle disappeared, but the wet stain on SQ’s jeans remained. He was bright red as he was dragged through the hall to his room, which had changed to look a little more like a nursery, in the sense that there were a couple cases of diapers and a diaper pail now in the room. The bed didn’t have crib bars (yet), but he didn’t doubt his father would add them were SQ to get a little too cocky or cranky.
That thought should not have been as hot as it was.
His father put down a washable mat on the ground and gestured for SQ to lie down on it. SQ stared blankly at his father for a moment, despite knowing exactly what he wanted, just to see how long his father’s patience would last. How much he could get away with.
It wasn’t very long before the threat came about. “Do you want to tell Reynie you stole his underwear and pissed in it?”
SQ turned firetruck red and obediently laid on the ground. His father smirked down at him and SQ stuck his tongue out at his father. “Childish, much?” his father asked.
“Is that not the nature of the game we’re playing here?” SQ asked.
“Throwing my own words in my face. So mature,” his father said sarcastically, peeling SQ’s jeans off of him. He peeled away the underwear as well, and the cool air made SQ dribble a little. His father sighed. “Very glad I put that mat down,” he said casually, and SQ was torn between being the most embarrassed he had ever been or just…pretending it had never even happened, because what would a baby care about that?
In the end, trying to avoid embarrassment was preferable. When his father cleaned him, taking a little extra time on his cock, SQ immediately bucked his hips and whined. “Needy,” his father lightly chided.
“You’re the one who wanted to work with me,” SQ shot back. “You were bored enough to start this, but if you want me to end it, I can.”
His father considered this information. “You raise a fine point,” he admitted. “How thick do you want your diapers to be?”
SQ blinked. “You’d let me choose?” he asked in shock.
“I take it you want them to be big, then,” his father said with an eye-roll. “You never could get past a waddle in diapers as thick as yours, could you, hm?”
And with that, his father grabbed a diaper that easily reached SQ’s mid-thigh while dry and strapped him into it. SQ squirmed around, trying to close his legs. It wasn’t working.
He loved it.
A grumble from his gut told him that the cleanliness of his diaper wouldn’t remain for long. His father hauled him to his feet and said, “Come on, I’ll deal with the hiding the soiled underwear while you go out and play. I’ll be with you soon enough.”
SQ was led out the door with a smack on his ass that he barely felt, but still gave his father a dirty look for giving him. SQ toddled towards the stairs, before taking a long pause at the top of them and considering how, exactly, he was going to get down them. He took a step down, but realized very quickly if he took the stairs one foot per step, he would fall. Even doing one foot down was tricky. He brought his other foot down to the same step, and his tongue poked out in concentration as he walked down the steps. He made it to the bottom and made a triumphant huff. He saw the kids in the kitchen and waddled over. Something in the pit of his stomach pitched as he considered what might happen if Dad didn’t make everyone think this was normal.
But as Reynie glanced over, he didn’t even flinch. “Hey, SQ,” he said casually. The others looked over and no one gawked, or even looked a tiny bit shocked. “We were making edible Play-Doh. Want to join in?”
“Yeah!” SQ said, eyes lighting up.
“Told you he’d love it,” Reynie said smugly to Sticky.
“No need to be so smug about it,” Sticky said as SQ toddled closer.
He got to the counter, observing the materials everyone had brought out. He poked at the dough they had made, and tilted his head at the food coloring. What color the Play-Doh should be was very important, and he, as an artist, should give his expert opinion.
His stomach grumbled again, much louder, and SQ, without even giving his actions a second thought, squatted down and pushed.
Hot mush made his diaper hang lower, lower, lower, but the tapes and leak guards stayed the same. His diaper was heavier as he stood up, resuming his musings over the food dye.
“Uh, SQ…” Reynie said slowly, “Do you…need a change?”
SQ considered the question. How little did he want to come off to the others? He definitely didn’t want to act embarrassed, because that could be seen as him almost being ready to be potty trained. But did he want to blatantly ignore what he had done or did he want to acknowledge it?
Which would make him seem younger?
“Nope!” he said, his eyes never leaving the food dye.
There was a half beat of surprise. “Come on, he’s obviously lying,” Constance scoffed. “He just wants to pretend to be a big kid.”
SQ turned to her with a half-hearted glare.
“Big kids don’t make messes in their pants in the first place, SQ,” Constance said. “You’re not a big kid.”
SQ felt his face light on fire, and his cock go rock-hard. There was the clearing of a throat from the doorway. “Please refrain from working SQ up, Miss Contraire. No one wants a tantrum to break out.” That was his father.
“Dad! I’m a big kid, right?” SQ asked.
His father walked in with a smirk. “You’re not a big kid, SQ, but you’re my kid, and that counts for something, doesn’t it?”
SQ considered, and found that he rather liked that situation, especially because it led to this. He found himself nodding.
“Why don’t you let the others finish their…science experiment in the kitchen?” his father asked. “We can wait in the day room for them to finish up and share the results.”
SQ whined only a little before his father held up a hand. “None of that, now,” his father said. “I have a surprise for you if you follow me.”
Intrigued, he obediently followed his father to the day room, and his father pulled him onto his lap. SQ squirmed and his father sighed. “Messed your diaper sweetheart? Again?” his father asked.
SQ turned around until he was straddling his father’s lap. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it,” SQ replied.
“True,” his father conceded. “You being a stupid baby is incredibly arousing. It’s infuriating.”
SQ gave a shit-eating grin. “Whoopsies, your actions have consequences!” he crowed. “Come on, what’s the surprise?”
His father gave him a warning look but pulled out a small candy wrapped in paper from his coat pocket.
“A candy?” SQ asked. “What’s it do?”
“What makes you think it does anything?” his father asked innocently.
“Oh, probably because this is you we’re talking about,” SQ replied without missing a beat. “Come on. What’s it do?”
“Well, it may or may not also be a laxative—“ SQ snatched the candy out of his father’s hands, but before he could eat it, his father grabbed SQ’s wrist. “It also increases the amount of shit you’ll produce, mind. And I won’t be changing your diaper all the time, or possibly at all, until you’ve gotten it out of your system.”
SQ stared at his father, then at the candy, then at his father again. “That sounds perfect.” He popped it into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. “You’re gonna make me shamelessly horny every time I shit myself, aren’t you?”
His father grinned, booping SQ’s nose. “Clever baby. You love shitting your diapers, because it makes you endlessly horny.” A pause. "You love announcing it too."
“Oh, fuck off!” SQ hissed. A certain fullness was filling his gut and he squirmed uncomfortably. His cheeks were on fire as he tried to hold it back, just to avoid that second half of the rewrite.
“You know holding in your mess isn’t healthy, Shep,” his father lightly chided. “Come on, now. What’s so embarrassing about it? Babies make messes all the time, and you’re nothing more than a baby right now.”
SQ’s face was still bright red, but by this time he was grunting. “Daddy…I’m making poopy!” he exclaimed, pushing a massive load into his diaper. It was sagging significantly now, and he knew that his father had to have made it so the leak guards were indestructible purely by the fact that the floodgates hadn’t broken. He grunted again, louder, as more and more pressure built inside.
“Good boy, Shep,” his father said, smirking. “There’s a good boy.”
SQ grunted once more, before his father smushed his hand on SQ’s ass. “That might have been a little more potent than intended,” he mused. “Oh, well. Time to see how long it lasts; it’s too late to change now that you ate it.”
The diaper was decidedly brown and SQ felt exceedingly bottom-heavy as he tried to maneuver off of his father. He managed to stand up, but just barely—his diaper had to be about to his knees, pre-squat. But he had to squat down more in order to get rid of the awful pressure in his tummy area. He pushed more, and his diaper grew heavier to the point where he couldn’t stand up anymore, and he fell ass-first into the shit.
It was positively blissful.
He found himself suckling on his fingers and looking around the room with interest. It was curious to be sitting on the floor—rarely did he really do that anymore, and he hadn’t even realized he had stopped until he had no choice but to do it again. Everything seemed bigger, and with the torrential amount of shit in his diaper, dragging himself around in a crawl was incredibly unappealing, so everything seemed so far away, too.
His father was looking down at him, amused. “You are making quite the mess, Shep. Does your tummy feel better for pooping that much?”
SQ grunted, pushing more mush into his diaper and nodding. He was glad his father didn’t make him repeatedly announce what was happening, but he was irked about how truthful his father made him surrounding the diapers.
It wasn’t enough to stop him, but it was enough to make him pause. To consider.
After a rather loud grunt and a sigh, SQ declared, “Daddy, I’m all done making poopy!”
It took everything his father had to not laugh out loud, and SQ scowled at his father’s shoulders quaking. “All right, Shep, I’ll change you,” he promised. “Stay here a moment, I’ll grab you a fresh diaper.”
“Where else would I go?” SQ scoffed, but obediently sat where he was.
He sat there, in his own shit, just long enough that his horniness was becoming an issue. He couldn’t see his erection through the gigantic mess he had made, but he could certainly feel the ache, and the throbbing in his cock. He smashed his hands against his diaper and moaned. He pressed against roughly where his cock would be and abruptly gasped, his entire body locking up as his vision went grey at the edges. Fuck that felt good. And he didn’t even need his father’s help to get him through it!
His father returned to the room, took one look at SQ, and sighed. “You already came, didn’t you?”
SQ shrugged.
“I wanted to watch,” he said, not-quite petulant. “Oh, well, I just suppose this means I have to keep you in them longer, to see it myself, hm?”
SQ’s cock made a feeble twitch, but he was still too hazy to really get himself worked up again.
His father gave a great deal of care and love into changing him, even if he did throw in a little bit of humiliation with emphasizing how much SQ used his diapers. That made SQ’s face heat up like a forest fire, but he couldn’t very well argue because he had messed his pants horrendously. And it was hot, besides.
The kids came in with edible Play-Doh shortly thereafter, and SQ was quickly sucked into working with the other kids to play with it. Every so often he caught his father’s stare and wondered just what, exactly, he was thinking about. But even more pressing on his mind—Would he be able to get every day to be just like this?