The First Adult Baby in Hollywood, Part 1

Story 1 for December.

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"He was one of the biggest stars in the world, an acor called 'the Last Macho Man in Hollywood.' Then he had a car accident that left him with serious injuries, and he abruptly announced he was leaving his career for a very different (and very controversial) new lifestyle. I'm Michael Sandrino. Come with me as I speak to Steve Oliver, the movie star who became "the First Adult Baby in Hollywood."

Steve didn't want to do this, but he had no choice. Ever since his son Blake had conspired with his ex-girlfriend Laurel to blackmail him with evidence that Steve had raped her, he had to go along with whatever they said. That's how he ended up back in diapers and being treated like a baby after his accident. And now, he was being forced to talk about it to the world as if it was all his decision, something he wanted. If he didn't, Blake and Laurel would expose him and get him sent to prison. He'd apologized to both of them for everything many times, saying he wished he could take back everything he did to them, assaulting Laurel and shaming Blake for not being "manly" enough. But they refused to forgive him. "Besides," Blake had said, "I like you better as a baby!"

In the months since he'd been confronted and repositioned, Steve's house had seen a number of changes that reflected the ones in his life, and now they would all be shown publicly. There were times when he wondered if prison might be better, but he always decided that, even as a baby, he still got to live in his nice house, eat nice food, see the outside world, and do a lot of things he knew he wouldn't be able to do behind bars.

The doorbell rang, and Blake grinned at him. "They're here! Are you ready for everyone to see the new you?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Come on, let's go greet our guests."

Steve stood up from where he was sitting on the floor and waddled behind his son in the super-thick diaper he'd been put in for the interview. Blake and Laurel wanted to make what he was wearing extremely obvious, and now it was time to pretend he was happy about it. He opened the door and smiled at Michael Sandrino and the camera held up beside him. "Hi! It's good to have you guys! Won't you come in?"

Sandrino shook his hand. "Uh, actually, if you don't mind, we'd like to get a shot of you in the doorway."

"Oh, sure. Take it in."

"I didn't know what to expect, but I have to admit, I didn't think you'd be quite as forthcoming as this."

The camera stayed on Steve and panned down his body, capturing the onesie he was wearing with the cartoon bears all over it. Across the chest, stylized lettering spelled out "BEARY TOUGH BUT BEARY CUTE." His groin and crotch bulged with the bulk of his diaper, the tiniest bit of which peeked out of his outfit. Completing the look was the large pacifier dangling from a string clipped to his shoulder. The entire get-up made it perfectly clear how he lived his life.

The cameraman lowered the camera. "Got it."

"Thanks, Barry." Sandrino half-glanced at his colleague. "Okay, how about we get started?"

"Absolutely! Come in, let's get to it."

Behind the reporter and the cameraman were a few more technical workers, handling lights, sound, makeup, and other things. All of them paused to gawk at Steve as they came in.

As they walked into the spacious living room, Rick, the director of photography, started sizing up the light in the room and looking for the best angles to record. "Right here looks good. What do you think, Mike?" The reporter looked where he was pointing and nodded. Rick then turned to his crew. "Okay, guys, let's get some lights here . . . and here."

After several minutes of setting up, Steve and Michael sat down to begin the first interview.

"You had an outstanding career going. Multi-million-dollar paychecks per picture, box office percentages, an Oscar nomination, pretty girlfriends, the whole package. Did you enjoy it?"

Steve thought for a moment. "I did at the time. Or I thought I did. I mean, look, I had fun. I made my money and got set, built a really nice life for myself. And I'm grateful for all of that. I've been given some great opportunities, and I've had a lot of good people in my life."

"And then came the accident."

"Yeah. Something like that, obviously, changes you. It forced me to slow down and re-evaluate, take a good look at myself and where I was."

"What did you find?"

"I wasn't really fulfilled. I was staying busy all the time, and I realized I was trying to distract myself from what I really wanted."

"Which was to live like a baby, to be treated like one?"

"Exactly."

"What made you realize that?"

"I was laid up with two broken arms, a broken ankle, and some other stuff. I couldn't do anything. They had me on some painkillers, of course, and I wet the bed two or three times, so they put a diaper on me. I was sleeping a lot, so it made sense. I couldn't do anything, so I had to rely on other people to change me. At first, I hated it. I grumbled and pouted. And then at some point, it just clicked, like, 'This isn't so bad. I get to lay here and just be taken care of.' And it felt good."

"When did you make the decision that this was what you were going to do from now on?"

"It didn't take me long. I mean, making movies is stressful. I got to basically be a baby again and be cared for and protected and not have to deal with all that stress, and I thought, 'Why go back? Why not just keep doing this? I have the money.'"

"You've taken some criticism for your decision. Some have said you're being selfish and lazy. What do you say to them?"

"I get it. I hear what they're saying, and from the outside, it makes sense. Rich guy in a big house sitting around, pissing his pants and getting other people to clean him up. But I earned my money through hard work, and I missed a lot of time with my son when he was a kid. I'm not just sitting on my money either. I donate a lot and put it to work for good things and other people. Now, I get to spend time with Blake and enjoy the life I built. Why shouldn't I get to do that?"

"Let's talk about Blake for a bit. He went along with this decision?"

Steve nodded. "He saw how happy it made me."

"What did he say when you told him you wanted to live like a baby and have him take care of you?"

There was a little chuckle. "He said he figured he'd end up taking care of me when I was old, anyway, so he might as well get a head start on that. He enjoys it, he likes taking care of me. It brings us closer together. He says it's allowed him to get to know the real me that's been hiding under the Hollywood image all these years."

"He changes your diapers?"

"He sure does."

"Okay, Steve, that's a great start! We'll take a break for a little bit, but Rick wants to get some footage of you hanging out and interacting with Blake. We'll talk more later, okay?"

Steve agreed and stood up from his chair. Blake came over and checked his diaper in front of everyone, whispering, "Good boy! That was a great bit about the bedwetting. You totally sold it. Just keep it up."