Restraining the Family Drunk

Every year at Christmas, Grayson's dad Brian got drunk and made a fool of himself, embarrassing his wife Tara and son in front of the extended family who'd come for the party. It was always a shameful display. First, he'd get silly and playful, and that was fine until he'd get rambunctous like hyperactive kid. He told stupid jokes, laughed loudly, and encouraged the kids to toss a ball around in the living room. Tara could rein him in, but as soon as her attention was diverted, he'd start acting up again. As he'd gotten older, even Grayson had started trying to keep his dad out of control, but neither of them could stay with him the whole time. Even when they could stay with him, he would be so drunk by then that he wasn't fit for company. They'd cut him off, and he'd actually cry, disappointed that he couldn't have what he wanted. And to top off his performance, at some point, he would wet his pants in front of the entire family.

Last year was the worst yet, and Grayson, now eighteen, was determined it wouldn't happen again. He started making preparations far in advance, placing orders for things online and making sure he got them discreetly. He didn't tell his mom what he was planning because he was afraid she'd give it away, but he knew she'd be on board when the time came. It took him months to gather everything he needed, and he had to a fair amount of research too. He was a skilled coder and programmer, and he got a high-paying job right out of high school with a local security company, so he had plenty of money for the things he required. So, he collected his supplies in secret and prepared for the big day.

Finally, Christmas approached, and Grayson had everything he needed tucked away in a storage unit near their house. The day before the big party, Grayson made up an excuse to get out of the house and went to his storage unit to get all of his supplies. He slipped them into the basement, planning to say they were party supplies he'd picked up if he was caught. Nobody could see what was in the boxes, anyway. He stacked them neatly and began opening them, assembling a couple of things and hoping his dad would have no reason to come downstairs. After a few hours, he was finally ready. He stashed everything behind some boxes that hadn't been touched in a long time and went about his day as usual.

The next morning, he found his mom in the kitchen, already cooking away.

"Good news, Mom. Not only am I gonna keep Dad out of your hair today, but I'm going to make sure he behaves himself tonight and doesn't cause trouble."

"Oh, really? And just how are you going to do that, throw out all the liquor?"

"Nope," Grayson laughed. "After this afternoon, he won't be allowed any booze."

"Okay, I give up. How are you going to make that happen?"

"I have a plan. I've been putting it together for a long time now, and I'm about to put it into action."

"Oh, god, you're not going to kill him, are you?" It was a joke, but there was some concern on her face.

"Nah, he won't be hurt at all. But I promise you, he won't bother you, and he won't act up at the party."

Tara laughed. "If you can make that happen, you go for it!"

"I'm going to. Just trust me."

After lunch that afternoon, he walked into the family room, where his dad was playing a game on his phone, and asked if he wanted a drink.

"Hell, yeah! It's never too early to start the party, right?"

"No, it sure isn't."

He poured a glass of his dad's favorite vodka on top of the pill he'd slipped into the glass. A couple of ice cubes finished it off, concealing the pill as it dissolved. Grayson handed the glass to his dad, who practically snatched it and took a big gulp out of it. By the time the glass was empty, Brian was feeling sleepy, but the drug hit him fast enough that he didn't realize it. A few minutes later, he was out cold. Grayson check to make sure his dad was sound asleep. Being called didn't wake him up, being touched didn't wake him up, and being moved didn't wake him up. It was finally time for Grayson to put his plan into motion.

He was just strong enough to pull his dad out of the chair and manuever him over his shoulders, easing him onto the rug. Brian stayed asleep the whole time. With that done, Grayson walked quickly to the basement and brought up one of his boxes. While Brian continued to sleep, Grayson stripped him of all his clothes, leaving him completely nude on the rug. He knew he had to work quickly in case the drug wore off faster than he expected, so he immediately replaced his dad's clothes with the new outfit he'd ordered: an adult-sized baby-blue onesie with long sleeves that forced his dad's arms to stay folded up. He finished it off with a thick, bulky disposable diaper taped to Brian's hips, a pacifier gag in his mouth, a pair of mittens locked onto his wrists, and a spacer bar attached to his ankles. With his target secured, he started setting up the other things he'd ordered: an adult-sized playpen and high-chair.

Tara walked into the room while he was putting the playpen together and burst out laughing. "This is your plan?"

"Yup. What do you think?"

"I think it will work, and it's what he deserves. Good job."

Once the pen was built, he was able to get his dad into it through the open gate, which he then closed and locked. With his dad completely secure, he was able to take his time in putting the high-chair together, and by the time he was done, he knew the sedative should be wearing off soon. He went back to the basement for another box and took it upstairs to the living room, where he upacked it: spare diapers, wipes, powder, baby bottles, and more restraints if they were needed. One way or another, his dad would behave that night. With everything ready, he decided it was time to wake him up and tell him how things were going to be.

"Hey, Dad? Dad? It's time to wake up."

"Mmmg, gnh, bmm-- Gnuh? Guh uh ffk?"

Brian snapped awake when he realized there was something in his mouth preventing him from talking. He scowled and started writhing in his restraints, mumbling through his pacifier. As he did so, his thick diaper crinkled loudly, and he realized what he was wearing.

"Mmmhh! Mm Dmm-mm?!"

"If you'll calm down, I'll explain everything. Dad. Dad!" Brian stopped wiggling about. "That's better. Mom and I got tired of you getting drunk at the Christmas party every year, making a fool of yourself, and embarrassing us. So, I set this up to make sure the only one being embarrassed this year is you. The diaper is so you can go to the bathroom, which you usually do in your pants at the party, anyway. It's gonna stay on until the party's over, unless it needs to be changed, and if it does, I'll take care of that for you. The onesie and the spacer bar are staying on too so you can't have a drink or do anything else or go anywhere without our permission. If you're good, I'll take your paci out and let you have something to eat. If not, I'll feed you baby formula through that gag. The end of it unscrews and lets us screw on another nozzle that can hold a big baby bottle. There's a little mechanism in there that pressurizes the bottle and forces the liquid in it out through the bulb in your pacifier. So, if we have to use that, you will drink that formula, whether you want to or not. So, you can be mad all you want, but you're not getting out of this. If you're REALLY good, I might even let you out of the playpen so you can wander around the house. So, what's it going to be? Are you going to be good and get to eat like a big boy, or are you going to be pouty and fussy and get treated like even more of a baby?"

Brian seethed, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't straighten his arms to undo any of his retraints or let himself out of the playpen, so he was trapped. He hung his head and tried to say, "I'll be good," but of course it was muffled by the gag.

"I'll take that as a good sign," Grayson said. "Now, you sit there quietly, and I'll put the TV on a show you like, and maybe this won't be so bad for you."

He turned on a home improvement show and walked off to do something else, leaving his dad to think about what his son had done to him. He was shocked and angry that Grayson had tricked him and humiliated him. But he was also dreading the arrival of the rest of the family in just a few hours. He couldn't stand the thought of them seeing him like this. But at the same time, he hoped one of them might help him, maybe his parents or his younger brother Jeff. But if one of them did, they'd still have to see him wearing a diaper with a big pacifier jammed in his mouth. He knew he looked ridiculous and pathetic.

After a while, he started to feel pressure in his bladder. He focused on the TV to distract himself, hoping he could put off what was about to happen until someone showed up to help him out, but the pressure grew worse over time. After about an hour, it was unbearable, and he couldn't hold it any longer. There was a burst of warm wetness in his crotch, and then he could hear hissing as the pee rushed out, soaking into the diaper. He felt the padding expanding as he sat in the playpen, helpless to stop from wetting himself. When he was done, his crotch felt warm, bulky, and squishy. He couldn't believe he had just wet in a diaper, and in his shame, he wiggled around to try to find a position in which he wouldn't feel the warm bulk against his skin. Eventually, he was able to focus on his show again and forget the diaper for a little bit.

Grayson came along and stuck his arm through the bars of the playpen, reaching into his dad's onesie and pressing the plastic on his crotch. "Yeah, I figured you'd be wet by now, but that's a really thick diaper, so it should hold a while longer. We'll just have to check you now and then since you can't tell us when you go."

The doorbell rang a few minutes later, and Brian's heart jumped with both fear and hope. He heard Grayson walk to the front door, followed by voices. He heard Grayson saying, "--see what I did to keep Dad under control this year."

His nieces Ivy and skylar stepped around the corner into the room and stopped, loudly gasping in surprise and then erupting into laughter and giggles. "Uncle Brian's wearing a diaper?! Look at it! It's so big!"

"Well, you guys know how he always wets his pants every year. At least this way, it'll all stay contained, and so will he. He won't be getting drunk tonight," Grayson said proudly.

Brian's brother Jeff walked in with his wife Tess, and they joined in the laughter as they looked down into the playpen.

"Looks like you've got him right where he needs to be, Gray! Good thinking." Jeff looked down at his older brother, who scowled up at them all. "Hey there, little bro! Comfy in there? Is there anything I can get you? How about a drink? 

Of course, I guess you'll have to settle for milk or juice tonight, won't you?"

Everybody laughed as Tara came in to say hello. The girls stood at the playpen, staring at their uncle and giggling for several more minutes before wandering off to play. A few minutes later, Grampa and Nana got there, and they both stopped to look at Brian with amusement.

"We should have thought of this a long time ago!" Grampa grinned.

Nana felt the same way. "Finally, a Christmas party with no shouting or crude remarks!" Looking down at her oldest son, she said, "Maybe if you learn your lesson this year, we won't have to do this again next year."

"Hey, Nana, would you check his diaper? It's been a while since I last checked him," Grayson said.

"Well, of course! It won't be the first time I've checked this little guy's diaper." She stooped down and reached into the playpen, poking at the padding. "It sure is thick! He's wet, but he doesn't need a change yet."

After making this announcement, Nana disappeared into the kitchen to help Tara get the food ready while the rest of the family sat around the living room and talked. This was the most frustrating and humiliating part of Brian's night so far. They all just sat there and ignored him, and he couldn't do or say anything. Every now and then, one of them would look over at him and smile with amusement, but that was all the acknowledgement he was given. While this was going on, he soaked his diaper again, the pressure having been building for quite a while. Like before, he shifted and wiggled around in the playpen as the pee absorbed into his crotch, and he hoped nobody else could hear the hissing sound it made. When he was done, he could really feel the bulk and the weight, and he knew the diaper wouldn't be able to take any more. As uncomfortable as it was, the thought that someone would soon check and change him was even worse.

Sure enough, when Tara announced the food would soon be ready, Grayson said, "We'd better see if Dad needs a change before we sit down to eat." He walked over and checked, saying, "Yep, he's soaked. Okay, Dad, I'm gonna unlock the playpen, and we're gonna go into the guest room to change your diaper. You've been really good so far. If you keep it up, we'll take your gag out and let you have solid food. Got it?"

Brian nodded, but as Grayson unlocked the pen, Jeff stood up and said, "You know what? If you don't mind, I'll change him. When will I ever have a better chance to embarrass my big brother?"

Grayson agreed, and Brian blushed a deep red as his brother, who was eight years younger than him, led him to the spare bedroom. Everybody laughed as he waddled across the carpet, the spreader bar making normal walking impossible. Once there, Jeff pushed him onto the bed and unfolded the spare diaper he'd brought with him. He grinned at his older brother as he bent down and undid the snaps in the onesie's crotch, pulling the flap back and exposing a very bulky, obviously wet diaper. Brian was mortified as his little brother pulled the tapes on the sides and lowered the crinkly padding to between his thighs, leaving his junk exposed. Jeff then took a couple of wipes and cleaned Brian off a bit before coaxing his ass off the diaper and pulling it away. He quickly replaced it with the dry one and sprinkled on a generous helping of powder before taping it shut and refastening the onesie. "There, all dry again, baby bro!" He helped Brian off the bed and told him to toddle back to the living room while he went to wash his hands. A minute later, the younger man rejoined his family as they were beginning to file into the dining room, where a giant high chair had been set up.

"Would you give me a hand?" Grayson asked.

"Sure." Jeff took one arm while Grayson took the other, and the two of them lifted the humiliated man up into the chair before buckling him in and putting the tray on.

Grayson then looked at his uncle. "Was he good when you changed his diaper?"

"He was. He didn't fuss or fight me, just laid there and went right along with it."

"Good. Maybe he's learning his lesson, then." Grayson then looked at Brian. "Since you've behaved all day, I'm gonna take your pacifier out, and you'll get to eat turkey and the rest of the solid food like us. But if you act up, argue, mouth off, or give us any trouble, the gag will go right back in, and we'll bottle feed you. Got it?"

Brian nodded silently, so Grayson took off the gag. The "baby" took a big gulp of air as soon as the pacifier was out, but he was afraid to say anything for fear it would be shoved right back in.

"Of course, with the onesie and mittens on, you won't be able to feed yourself," Grayson grinned. "So, one of us will have to do it."

Nana piped up, "I'll take care that, just like I did the last time he sat in one of those."

Grampa said grace, and Nana tied a bib around Brian's neck before sitting down next to him and putting a forkful of turkey into his mouth. For the next several minutes, she switched between feeding him, feeding herself, and talking to the rest of the family. Brian hated it, of course, but he was glad to at least be eating solid food. But he wasn't given a choice in what he ate or how much. His mom made a plate for him and just started shoveling food into his mouth. 

After a little bit, she got distracted by a conversation, and he finally spoke up for the first time.

"Mom? Can I have another bite, please?"

"Hm? Oh, yes, sweetie. Here you go."

After that, she resumed giving him bites regularly, but she started going faster as she focused on the conversation. She did't even look at him directly, just glanced over as she put the fork in his mouth. He tried to get her to slow down, but every time he opened his mouth to say something, she'd shove a bite of food into it. As his mouth got fuller, food started to spill out onto his bib, and he started to be afraid he'd choke. Finally, he reached up to grab the fork as it came towards him, but he moved too quickly and knocked it out of her hand. It clattered onto the table and knocked over a glass of wine, which spilled all over the tablecloth and into Skylar's plate.

Brian's mom looked at him angrily. "Why did you do that?! Look at this mess! And look at you, food all over your bib!"

Grayson sighed. "Well, we gave him a chance. I guess it was nice to have some peace for a little while, right?"

Brian tried to explain. "It wasn't my fault! Mom was feeding me too fast!"

Grayson walked towards the high chair, where the pacifier gag sat on the tray. "That doesn't make it okay for you to knock the fork out of her hand!"

"I didn't mean to."

"That's enough. I don't want to hear any more out of you tonight."

Brian was still trying to explain, so his son was able to slip the bulb of the pacifier right between his lips, securing the strap around the back of his head.

"I'll get your bottle and formula, and you can finish having your dinner in liquid form tonight."

The humiliated man was so frustrated he wanted to cry. Grayson was gone for a few minutes, and when he came back, he was carrying a large bottle full of a milky fluid covered in some sort of plastic apparatus. He reached up and unscrewed the back of the pacifier, screwing the bottle apparatus on. As soon as it was attached, the formula started flowing. It tasted horrible, very bland but with a definite note of iron. But with it flowing into his mouth and with no way to spit it out, Brian had no choice but to swallow it and keep swallowing it until the bottle was empty. The girls giggled and pointed the whole time, and when he was done, Grayson replaced the back of the gag.

By then, dinner was over, and the family started to clear the table and file into the living room to exchange gifts. Grayson and Jeff helped Brian out of the high chair, and he waddled into the living room behind them before being guided back into his playpen. He wet his diaper as he watched the others open their gifts and talk. Tara opened his gifts for him, and he was at least pleased about what he'd gotten. But as the party wound down, something that he'd been putting off all day suddenly became much more pressing as he felt a quickly-growing pressure in his abdomen. He'd been hoping to put it off until the party was over and he was released, but it was starting to look like that wouldn't be possible. As the minutes ticked by and he started cramping, Brian started sweating, terrified at the idea of pooping his diaper in front of his entire family. He tried his hardest to hold it all in, clenching his sphincter and squeezing his ass cheeks together. But the cramps just kept coming, and no matter how hard he tried, he felt his sphincter spasm and a glob of shit escaped. It loosened his pucker up and startled him at the same time, and everything began to come out. He discreetly raised up to get his ass off the playpen so the shit didn't get squished around and sat on his lower legs as his diaper began to quickly fill. Brian was grateful that at least it didn't make any noise as the warm mess accumulated under his ass, spreading through the back of his diaper and to the crotch. Since he was already dirty, he figured he may as well get it all out of him, so he pushed the last of it out with a little effort. When he was done, he shifted around a bit, trying to find a comfortable position that would keep from pressing the shit against his skin.

A few minutes passed, and Brian's niece Ivy suddenly looked confused and sniffed the air. She scrunched her nose. "What's that smell?"

"Oh, I bet he's made a mess," Tara said. She walked over to the playpen and took a deep breath. "It certainly smells like it."

"Eeeewwwwww, Uncle Brian pooped his diaper!" Skylar yelled.

Jeff laughed. "I'm not changing that one!"

"Neither am I," Grayson replied. "I'll just wait until you guys go and let him out of his restraints. He can clean himself up."

Tess glanced at her phone. "Well, it's about time we got going, anyway, Jeff."

Jeff agreed, and so did Grampa and Nana. There were hugs and Merry Christmases all around, and one by one, they all peered into the playpen to said goodbye to Brian, who looked up at them with fiery-red cheeks. Once they had all gone, 

Grayson unlocked the playpen and began to undo Brian's restraints.

"I think that was the best Christmas we've ever had, and as much as you stink right now, it got everybody to clear out at the right time." He looked Brian in the eyes intently and added, "We might have to do this again next year, unless of course you can convince me otherwise."

Brian was too embarrassed to say anything, even after the pacifier was pulled out of his mouth. He quietly shuffled off to the bathroom to take off his dirty diaper and clean himself up. It had been easily been the most mortifying day of his entire life, and the thought of it happening again scared the hell out of him.

End