Switching Places

"I like her, and I want to spend time with her!"

"I understand that, but you're spending too much time with her. It's not good for you."

Cameron and his dad Mitch were in the middle of yet another argument, this one over Cameron's girlfriend Hannah. Cameron's mom died when he was little, and Mitch had raised him alone ever since, causing him to be over-protective.

"Dad, I'm 19 years old. I think I'm old enough to decide for myself how I spend my time."

"I didn't say you weren't. I'm just saying you should be careful not to get too serious too fast."

"I know what I'm doing!" Cameron resented his dad for constantly telling him what to do and treating him like a kid, even now. He started to storm off when Mitch grabbed his shoulder, trying to hold him back. On an impulse, Cameron turned around and swung out, his fist connecting with his dad's head and knocking the older man down. "Just leave me alone!"

Mitch sat on the floor stunned and rubbing his head as he watched his son walk out of the house. He and Cameron had had many arguments over the years, but they'd never come to blows. He knew he'd made mistakes as a dad, but he'd always done his best to teach his son to act and live wisely and treat others with respect. But Cameron had grown to have a bad temper, and it seemed like everything Mitch said to him set him off. What was he going to do about that kid? He might be fully grown, but he was still just a kid, young, naive, and idealistic. He didn't understand relationships as well as Mitch did.

Meanwhile, Cameron was still fuming. How dare he lay a hand on him? Cameron hadn't meant to hit his dad, but he'd asked for it. He should have known better too. Cameron wasn't just all grown up; he'd been into bodybuilding for a few years now, and he was not only taller than his dad but bigger and stronger. Who did he think he was fucking with? As he got into his car, he realized that what had happened would change their relationship and escalate things between them. If his dad had been mad before about Cameron spending so much time with Hannah, how angry would he be over getting punched by his own son? Angry and embarrassed and probably looking to get back some of his own, to reclaim some of his lost dignity. A rematch. It seemed crazy, but things had been getting worse between the two of them for a while lately, and he knew his dad couldn't just let this go, not the man who was always trying to control him. Cameron had tried reasoning with him many times. "Dad, I don't need you to tell me what to do. I'm not a little kid anymore." He turned onto the highway and punched the gas, trying to calm down and looking for a solution. He glanced to his right and saw a large billboard that caught his eye. It showed a man wearing a big diaper, and the text under the picture said "Isn't it time you started investing like a grown-up?" Cameron looked at the picture and thought "That's how he treats me, like a big baby still in diapers who needs Daddy to make all the decisions. Can't he see I'm a grown man now?" He laughed to himself as he saw how much the man in the diaper looked like his dad, and then a strange idea popped into his mind. At first, he laughed at that too, but the more he thought about it, the more he liked it. He began to work out the details as he drove on, thinking more seriously now. He consulted his phone for nearby stores. He had some stops to make and some shopping to do. When he returned home a while later, he was still angry, but he had a plan in place, and he was carrying the supplies he needed to put it into action.

"Cam. We need to talk."

"You're right, Dad. We sure do."

"Look, I know you were angry, but I've never hit you. That's not something we've ever done in this house."

"I didn't mean to do it. I felt your hand on my shoulder and just reacted."

Mitch nodded. "I can understand that. But Cam, things need to change around here."

"Right again. I thought about that a lot while I was out, and I know just what we need."

"What's that?"

"We need to switch places."

"Switch places? What do you mean?"

"I mean it's time for me to be the dad and you to be the kid."

Mitch gave his son a crazy look. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm tired of you treating me like a little kid, so I decided to show you how it feels. I'm smarter than you, anyway, so I should already be in charge of the house."

"Have you lost your mind?! I'm your dad! That's never going to change!"

"Dad. MITCH, you're forgetting that I'm not just smarter than you but bigger as well."

Mitch was shocked and didn't know what to say, so Cameron went on.

"Besides a real man never would have let his own son clock him like that. So, we were talking about things changing around here. The first thing that's going to change is your pants." He reached into one of the bags in front of him and pulled out a package of adult diapers.

"You can't be serious."

"I'm totally serious. You've treated me like a baby my whole life. Now it's your turn."

"I'm not wearing those." Mitch stood up to walk away.

Cameron stood and blocked him, looking down at his dad. "Yes, you are. I'll hold you down and put one on you if I have to, but you're going to wear diapers."

Mitch shoved Cameron and tried to run, but the younger man grabbed his arm and held it tightly, pulling him backwards. They struggled, but it was clear Mitch was losing as he was dragged backwards. Cameron finally got him close enough to grab his waist, and he yanked his dad backwards, the two of them tumbling onto the couch behind them. They wrestled a bit more, but the son was stronger and eventually ended up on top of his dad, pinning him down. Cameron then pulled his dad towards him as he sat back on the couch, and Mitch ended up lying across his son's lap. Cameron held him down with a strong hand on his back and with his free hand began to pull his pants down. Realizing what was happening, Mitch struggled even harder, but he couldn't break free. To his astonishment and horror, his pants slid down off his ass, followed by his underwear, leaving his cheeks fully exposed. He continued to writhe and wriggle as Cameron's open palm came down hard on his right cheek, a yelp involuntarily escaping from his throat.

"Hold still!" Cameron commanded. He then proceeded to give his dad a long and painful spanking, swatting each cheek hard in turn. "You're going to be a good little boy and do what I tell you! Say it! Say you'll be a good boy!" This went on for a few minutes, Mitch yelping, arguing, and eventually pleading.

Finally, there were tears and sobs as the older man, hurt and humiliated to be spanked by his own son, admitted defeat and promised, "I'll be good! I'll be a good boy!"

*smack, smack* "Say you'll wear your diapers!"

"I will! I'll wear my diapers!"

"That's better. Lay down on the rug there."

Wiping tears from his eyes, Mitch did as he was told, too upset to even try to pull his pants back up. He continued crying as he watched Cameron open the package and pull a diaper out, unfolding it and smirking down at him. He began to beg as his son knelt in front of him and pulled his pants down farther, "Please don't do this. Please don't put that on me! I don't want to wear a diaper! You can see Hannah and do whatever you want! I promise!"

"Sorry, Mitchy. There's no coming back from getting your bare ass spanked by your own son." He coaxed his dad's ass off the floor and laid the diaper under him. Mitch sobbed as he brought it up between his thighs and taped it on. "There. Now, if I find out you've taken this off, you'll get an even worse spanking. Got it?"

"Yes."

"Yes, WHAT? Keep in mind who's the daddy and who's the baby here now."

"Yes, Daddy."

"There, that's a good baby. Another thing: be sure to tell me when you have to go poo-poo. I don't want to have to wipe shit off your ass. But any time you have to piss, you go in your diaper."

"Yes, Daddy."

Mitch wasn't allowed any pants to cover his diaper, but he was allowed to do whatever he wanted as long as he kept it on. He sank onto the couch in front of the TV to try and distract himself from what had just happened to him. He soon dozed off and woke up a little later needing to pee. He stood up to go to the bathroom, but the crinkling of the plastic reminded him of Cameron's rule. Mitch stopped and, pushing back a wave of shame and disgust, tried to let go in his diaper, but nothing happened. He pushed hard and finally felt a little squirt, but that was all. His bladder full and begging for release, he tried again and finally opened the floodgate as piss came gushing out into the soft padding, pooling in his crotch. He tried not to think about what was happening, instead focusing on the relief of emptying his bladder. The diaper got heavier as his flow continued and eventually tapered off, leaving him standing in his living room to come to terms with what he'd just done. But that wasn't as bad as what he had to do next: find his son and ask him to change his diaper. He found Cameron in the basement, where he was working out.

"Um, Ca-- I mean Daddy, would you please change my diaper?"

Amused and elated to see his dad's humiliation, Cameron laughed as he stood up. "Sure, baby. Let's go upstairs." The teasing and humiliation continued throughout the change, and Mitch cried again, prompting Cameron to speculate, "Maybe I should get you a pacifier so you don't cry so much."

Once he was dry again, Mitch decided to do some work on one of his latest projects. He had a successful marketing business he ran from home, and he thought working on that might help him feel a bit more like a man or at least an adult. He worked on it until early that evening when he felt pressure in his gut. "At least I won't have to do that in this diaper," he thought. It was already a little wet, though, after he'd used it a little while before. He crinkled around the house, calling "Daddy!" After a few seconds, he heard a reply and found its source behind a closed bathroom door. "I, uh, have to poop."

"Daddy's pooping right now himself, on the toilet. Just hold it for a few minutes, and I'll come take your diaper off you."

"I don't think I can. I have to go real bad!"

"It's just a few minutes, Mitch! You can hold it that long!"

But he couldn't. As he stood there in front of the door, struggling to hold it all in, Mitch knew it was a losing battle. The pressure and cramps were too strong. Sure enough, a couple minutes later, his ass exploded into the diaper, filling it with warm, mushy poop. He couldn't stop it as it piled up in his seat, and once he was done, all he could do was stand there and wait for his son to discover that he had dirtied his diaper. The door opened, and the look on Mitch's face, as well as the smell, told Cameron exactly what he'd done.

"I told you to hold it!"

"I couldn't! I tried, I promise!"

"I can't believe this! You really ARE a baby! Come on, let's go get baby boy changed."

As he wiped his dad's ass, Cameron said if he was going to be such a baby that he could just keep pooping in his diapers. Just like that, Mitch's toilet privileges were fully revoked. A few hours later, Cameron gave his dad a bath and put him to bed in what used to be the son's room while the new man in charge took over the master bedroom.

The next day, things got even worse when Hannah came over to visit and became the first person to see what Cameron had done to his dad. Mitch was mortified, his diaper in full view as the young woman laughed and giggled at him. She stayed all day long, and when Mitch ended up in a messy diaper, she helped Cameron change him. As they tucked him into bed in a fresh diaper that night, Cameron said that Hannah was good "mommy material."

"Hear that, Mitchy? If Hannah and I stay together long enough, she'll end up being your mommy, and then we'll all be a happy family. But don't worry: if we split up, I'll keep looking until I find the right mommy for you. Of course, if we do split up, you'd better hope she can keep a secret or the whole town will find out what a big baby you are. Night-night."

Mitch tossed and turned for at least an hour, worrying about what would happen to him. Finally, he drifted off with the realization that it was all out of his hands, and as a baby, all he could do was trust his Daddy to take care of him.

End