The Conjuring Nursery, Part 2

"Oliver," Sabrina said, her voice full of fear, "Please put us down"

The giant snapped back, "No! You tried to turn me into a baby!"

She pleaded, "But sweetie, you're OUR baby, only two months old!"

"Maybe, but I'm all grown-up now."

"You're big, but that doesn't make you grown-up," Kevin said, trying to stay calm and reason with his son.

"Says you! I'm more grown than you are," Oliver retorted childishly. He seemed to have an adult intelligence, but he was still very emotionally immature. "You don't get to make decisions for anymore. I'M making the decisions now! I'll show you what it's like to be pushed around and controlled! You want to make me a baby? Let's see how you like it! I want a nursery big enough to keep Mom and Dad in!" Instantly, a giant crib appeared in one corner of the room along with a changing table, a play mat on the floor, and a comfy chair large enough for Oliver to sit in. The oversized furniture crowded even the spacious wishing room, and Oliver remarked, "We need more space in here." The room grew in response, the ceiling rising higher and the walls sliding backwards and expanding, somehow making the room larger than the space it occupied in the house. 

Oliver stood, his parents under his arms, and marvelled at what he'd just witnessed. "Wow! That shouldn't be possible, but I can make the room bigger than the house around it! Okay, let's test that. I want a copy of the entire house that's appropriate for my size with this nursery in it!"

The furniture faded into blackness, which was quickly replaced by a bright light shining on grass, foliage, and an exact replica of the outside of the house several feet away. Oliver carried his parents, still struggling and pleading, into the house and up the stairs, where he found the nursery just as it had been before.

"This is so cool," he said breathlessly. "But I want the nursery decorated with some cute babyish patterns in pastel blue and pink." The wishing room responded, giving the nursery the final touch it needed. He set his parents down, closing the door behind him and smiling as he saw them realize the knob was too high for them to reach. "See? Now who's the grown-up here? And who are the babies? Well, let's get you guys dressed for the part." Then, to the room, Oliver said, "I want a package of Pampers diapers that are big enough to fit Kevin and Sabrina, but only I can take them off."

The couple's eyes went wide as they heard the words and even wider when they saw a large light-green package of disposable diapers appear on the changing table.

"You can't be serious," Kevin said.

"I am," Oliver replied with a smirk. "So, who's first? I think you, Mommy, since you were the one who tried to wish me back to a baby."

"No!" She tried to run, but her son was now much larger and faster than she was.

He caught her in an instant, effortlessly lifting her off the floor and cradling her in his arms and she fought to get loose again. He carred her to the changing table, where he laid her down and began to undress her. She fought to keep her clothes on, but he restrained her little arms with one hand while removing her pants and underwear with his other. Once she was stripped bare, he picked up the package and tore it open as she eyed the drop from the table and found it too frightening to try to jump down. Oliver pulled a diaper out of the pack and unfolded it before grabbing his mother's ankles and lifting her ass into the air like she was an infant. He set her back down on the diaper and stopped.

"We're missing something, aren't we? I need some baby powder."

A bottle appeared on the table next to him, and he took it and sprinkled some all over her crotch as she begged him to stop.

"Oliver, please, please don't do this. Don't put that on me. I'm sorry. You're not a baby, and I won't try to make you one," she pleaded.

It fell on deaf ears, though, as he pulled the diaper up between her thighs and taped it in place. He tugged and poked at it to make sure it was secure and then lifted her up and set her on the floor, where she immediately began pulling at the tapes to remove the diaper. They wouldn't budge, and for some reason, she couldn't slide the diaper down her thighs either. It was stuck on her! With Sabrina taken care of, Oliver turned his attention to his dad, who was pushing the armchair towards the door in an attempt to reach the knob. But the chair was heavy to him, and he was only about halfway to the door when the giant picked him up and effortlessly returned the chair to its original position before carrying Kevin to the changing table. Like his wife before him, the older man fought what was happening every step of the way, but he was no match for the much-larger man either. Like Sabrina, he was held down with one hand while he was stripped with the other. Oliver tossed the clothes aside and unfolded another diaper. He lifted his dad up and slipped it under him as the little man began to curse and yell for him to stop. Oliver only smirked as he sprinkled on some powder and taped the diaper shut, setting Kevin down next to his wife, who was now sitting on the floor, crying.

He watched his dad put his arms around his mom to comfort her and cooed at them, "Aww, that's so cute! I guess it's been a big day for you guys, huh? Let's put you down for a little nap."

He bent down and scooped them up, one in each arm, and carried them to the crib. He gently set them down, pulled the large baby blanket over them, and locked the side, which rose high over their heads, preventing them from escaping.

"Now, you two lay down and get some sleep, and Daddy will be back in a little while to check on you," Oliver sneered.

With nothing else to do, the couple laid down with their arms around each other and eventually went to sleep. When Oliver woke them up a while later, Sabrina felt a strong urge to pee.

"I have to use the bathroom," she told her son.

He grinned at her and said, "Your bathroom days are over. You're a baby now, so use your diaper!" He watched her for a moment, noting her discomfort and embarrassment. "No? Doesn't matter. You can't hold it forever, and eventually, you won't have a choice. Meantime, let's get you guys up and get you something to eat. You must be pretty hungry by now." He picked them up and carried them downstairs to the kitchen, where he said, "I need two high chairs for Kevin and Sabrina, some chicken nuggets, and some baby carrots right here." By whatever magic the room operated on, all of that appeared in front of them. He set them each in a chair and buckled them in. As if it had known exactly what to do, the room had arranged the chicken and carrots on the trays. Realizing he'd forgotten to get them something to drink, Oliver said, "I want a large sippy cup of milk on each tray," and they materialized.

Both of them hungry and Sabrina trying to distract herself from the pressure in her bladder, she and Kevin began quickly devouring the food in front of them. Meanwhile, Oliver had wished up a cheeseburger and some fries for himself, and he sat next to them at the table, taking his time and enjoying his meal. When the older and smaller two needed something to rinse their food down, they had no choice but to drink milk from their sippy cups. As her stomach grew full, Sabrina's bladder got fuller along with it, and she struggled to hold her pee in. Oliver made sure their plates and sippies were empty before unstrapping them from their chairs. When Oliver picked Sabrina up, she couldn't hold it anymore, and her bladder gave way to a hissing gush of pee in her crotch. It was clear what was happening from the sound and the embarrassment on her face, and she cried as she helplessly flooded her diaper, unable to stop the flow. 

Grinning, Oliver said, "I told you so. Get used to this because you'll both be peeing in your diapers all time from now on."

He carried her upstairs while she was still going, and by the time he got her to the nursery, she'd finished wetting. He laid her on the changing table and untaped the soggy diaper. It was weird and mortifying to Sabrina to have her two-month-old son, who just that morning had been a baby, wiping pee off of her most intimate area, and she cried the whole time. Just as before, he lifted her up and set her back down as necessary, soon taping her into a fresh Pampers.

"So, how does it feel to be a baby, Mommy?" he asked her as he tossed the wet one into a large diaper pail. "Do you like it? This is what you wanted to do to me after I'd grown out of it. I bet you regret that now."

"I do, Oliver! Please take this diaper off me and let me go," she begged.

"Nah. Even if you've learned your lesson, I like things much better this way. Let's get back downstairs and see what Kevin's gotten into."