The Conjuring Nursery, Part 3

He carried her downstairs and immediately saw the front door open with a chair in front of it. Laughing slightly, he wished up a giant playpen, put Sabrina into it, and wished himself to wherever Kevin was. He was teleported to the door of the wishing room, where Kevin was struggling on his tip-toes to reach the knob.

"You should have thought to bring another chair with you," he said, laughing as Kevin visibly jumped at the sound of his voice. He picked up the little man and said, "Let's fix this now. I want to be the only person who can turn this doorknob. Now, you're both trapped in here even if you get away from me again. Let's go back inside."

Oliver carried Kevin back into the house and set him down before taking Sabrina out of the playpen. He told them they could "go play," which left them to explore the house, which was much larger than the real one outside the wishing room. After that, they had Oliver's old baby toys that were now their size. They took to bouncing a ball back and forth to each other and hadn't been at it very long when Kevin felt the need to pee.

"You may as well just go ahead and do it," Sabrina said. "You'll have to eventually, anyway, and you'll just be suffering with a full bladder in the meantime."

He sighed, knowing she was right. It took some concentration and pushing, but he finally managed to start his stream, which hissed loudly against the padding. The crotch of his Pampers grew bulkier and heavier as it absorbed his pee, and after a minute or so, he was done and soaking wet. "Okay," he said, "Now what? This is gross, and I don't want to sit here in my own piss!"

"Go find Oliver and ask him to change you," Sabrina suggested.

"Ask my son to change my diaper?"

"What choice do you have?"

"I guess you're right." He got up and started looking through the house, his Pampers crinkling loudly with every step, until he finally found the much-larger man. "I peed," he said.

Oliver looked down and grinned. "I can see that. Want me to change you?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, please."

Oliver smiled again and said, "Okay," scooping Kevin up and carrying him upstairs to the nursery.

The tiny man was carried upstairs and laid on the changing table, where he found himself staring up at the large man who had been his baby son only a few hours ago. Oliver grasped the velcro tabs at his hips, which Kevin himself hadn't been able to budge, and effortlessly pulled them away, opening up the soggy diaper and balling it up as he pulled it down between the smaller man's thighs. Next, the giant took some "baby" wipes and swiped at Kevin's crotch, causing him to wince at the sudden cold feeling. He gripped Kevin's ankles in one hand and pulled, lifting his ass right off the table, and pulled the soggy Pampers away, replacing it with a new one and gently setting him back down. Oliver sprinkled a generous amount of powder onto Kevin's ass and crotch before bringing the dry diaper up and taping it shut. Kevin was then lifted off the table and tossed into the air, his eyes widening in surprise and fear.

"Oh, you don't like that, little guy?" Oliver asked. "Okay, you can go play some more. Let me know when you need another change."

He let Kevin and Sabrina have some video games, so they at least had something interesting to play. With nothing else to do, they immediately became focused on them. They played a platformer, a racing game, a fighting game. As they played, the pressure that had been building in Kevin's gut suddenly grew strong enough that he could no longer ignore it. Unable to focus on the game anymore, he started losing to his wife, who celebrated her newfound success. After a few more minutes, he put his controller down, and Sabrina asked him what was wrong.

"I have to shit," he said.

"Oh no! Maybe if you ask him really nicely, he'll let you use the bathroom," she replied.

"I am not going to beg that overgrown baby to take me potty!"

"Well, maybe you won't have to. Maybe if we both try, we can get your diaper off."

"Couldn't hurt."

First, they both grabbed one of the velcro tabs at his hips and pulled, but the tab didn't budge. They gave it all their strength, but it still wouldn't move, held fast by whatever magic the wishing room operated on. They tried sliding the diaper down his thighs, both of them tugging at the soft, cloth-like bottom edge of his Pampers. But somehow, it clung to his hips and ass tightly. refusing to move. Meanwhile, all of that exertion hadn't been good for Kevin, who was now struggling to hold everything in and desperate for relief.

"It's no good, it won't come off," Sabrina said. "I'm sorry, baby."

"It doesn't matter now. I can't hold it anymore! Oh, god, it's coming out!"

With that, Kevin lost control and started filling his diaper. It bulged and sagged as he grunted pitifully, helplessly relieving himself in his Pampers, humiliated as his wife watched with sympathy in her eyes. The squishy mess spread across his cheeks and into his crotch, and he pushed the last of it out, squatting slightly as he did so and wetting a little at the same time.

"Oh, god, this is disgusting," he groaned, "and now I'm stuck in it!"

Rubbing his shoulder, Sabrina said, "Baby, you're going to have to ask Oliver to change you again."

He hated it, but he knew she was right. The load in his diaper forced him to waddle as he moved off, looking for their giant captor. Kevin found him after a few minutes, and Oliver somehow immediately guessed what he'd done.

"Uh-oh, did Daddy's little man make a poo-poo?" asked the much-larger man.

"Yes," Kevin replied quietly, embarrassed.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes! I couldn't help it! I held it as long as I could, but I couldn't hold it anymore, and I went in my diaper!"

"Aww, it's okay, baby. Daddy will take you upstairs and get you all cleaned up."

He bent down and scooped Kevin up, cradling him in his massive arms, and carried him to the nursery. They went through the same routine as before, only this time, Oliver used a lot more wipes, carefully and attentively wiping the shit off of the smaller man's tender area. Lying on his back with his feet in the air and his ass getting wiped, Kevin was overcome with shame and anger and was unable to stop tears from flowing down his temples. It took several minutes, and once Kevin was clean, Oliver sprinkled some more powder on his ass and crotch and taped him into a fresh diaper.

After seeing how uncomfortable Kevin had been, when Sabrina felt the need to shit a little later, she didn't try to hold it. Instead, she reluctantly gave a little push and filled her diaper up with a very large load. When she approached Oliver for a change, he immediately smelled what she'd done and, after checking her, decided it was bath time for both of them. He carried them to the bathroom and ran the water in the tub while he untaped his mom's wet, poopy diaper and started cleaning her up. After several minutes and several large baby wipes, he put them both into what was to them a very large bath tub and gave them a very thorough scrubbing. Once they were clean, Oliver put fresh diapers on them, followed by a couple of cute onesies their size. He wished up dinner for the three of them, and after making sure his parents were dry, he gave them each a bottle filled with apple juice and put them in their crib for the night.

Several months later, the three of them were still living in the wishing room. Oliver was still a giant, and he was still babying Kevin and Sabrina. In fact, he'd wished up a girlfriend named Monica for himself and a mommy for them, so now he had someone to help take care of them. Having had no choice but to use their diapers for months, the "babies" were accustomed to it and were losing control of their bodily functions. Kevin woke up wet every morning, and Sabrina often did as well. Worse, they'd begun to accidentally wet themselves during the day, and Kevin had even begun to mess his diaper before he knew it was happening. Oliver checked Sabrina one day, and she was surprised when he announced she was soaked. They'd even gotten used to getting changed, which happened a few times every day. At least once a day, the small couple was breast-fed by Monica, whom Oliver kept lactating with a wish. Sabrina hated it, but Kevin quickly grew to love it, enthusiastically suckling at the giant woman's nipples and drinking her milk as soon as she offered it. She would then turn them around, put them on her shoulder, and pat their backs until they burped. She did this with Kevin one afternoon, and he was surprised when a load of shit dropped into the seat of his diaper without warning. Feeling very small and childish, he called her mommy and whined for a change. As she laid him down and started cleaning him up, he remembered being an adult and even a parent at one time, but that seemed so far away now, and he just wanted a clean diaper. As he laid in the crib that night next to his wife, who was more like his sister now, he wondered if Oliver was somehow keeping up with the payments on the house and what would happen if he wasn't. Would it be repossessed and sold off? Would he and Sabrina one day meet another couple who was stunned to find two adults wearing diapers and baby clothes? What then? Would they be rescued, or would they gain a new brother and sister to share their magic nursery? He began to feel sleepy and concluded that such things were beyond his concern as he felt a small trickle of pee flowing in the crotch of his Pampers.

The End