The Nerdy Son's Revenge, Part 2

The next day, Jake dragged his dad to the doctor, who listened to them talk about Brian wetting his bed and pants. The doctor performed a thorough exam and checked Brian's prostate (in front of Jake) and ultimately found no explanation for Brian's incontinence but suggested it could be due to stress. On their way home, Brian suddenly pulled the car into a fast food joint and jumped out, running into the restaurant. He came back a few minutes later with a very noticeable wet patch on his crotch. Jake didn't say anything about it, and they drove home in silence.

By now, Brian might have considered wearing his Depends during the day, and in fact, the doctor had suggested it. But Jake had included a file on the latest disc that convinced his dad he didn't want to do that. So, he was stuck wetting his underwear and pants.

And he did. Every few days or so, Brian would have another accident and have to change his pants. He started carrying spare boxers and pants around in his truck at all times. Jake took this time to get ready for the next part of his plan, which involved him recording some new files and secretly burning a new disc. Once that was done and his dad was listening to the new files, Jake gave it about three weeks for the files to do their job. By then, Brian was wetting his pants almost every day. He'd get distracted or excited about something, and he'd suddenly start peeing, wetness spreading from his crotch to his thighs. He seemed ready to Jake, so the young man decided to take the chance one night after his dad had an accident at dinner.

He got up early the next morning and crept into his dad's bedroom, finding Brian still sleeping soundly. Jake stared at him for a moment, grinning with anticipation as he imagined how his dad was going to take what was about to happen. His life was about to take a very dramatic turn.

"Good morning, Dad!" he said in a loud, cheerful tone.

Brian's eyes popped open, and he blinked in confusion.

"Did you sleep good?" Jake asked.

"I, uh, I guess. What are you doing?"

"I'm just getting you ready for the day," Jake said as he pulled the covers down.

"Hey! What--"

"Shhh. Just relax and let me take care of everything." He reached down and squeezed his dad's pull-up, feeling it squish under his fingers.

"Jake?!"

"Yeah, that's what I thought: soaked. Well, let's get you changed, then."

"Get me changed?! What do you mean?"

"We need to get that soggy pull-up off you before you have another accident and leak," Jake said as he unfolded a disposable adult diaper.

Brian's eyes went wide. "Now, hold on! I'm not gonna wear a diaper!"

"If you don't, you'll wet your pants, and we don't want that. Now, hold still."

Before he'd had months of hypnotic training, Brian would have shoved Jake off the bed and beaten the shit out of him. But now that he'd had that training, all he did was lie there and protest as Jake started tearing open the sides of the pull-up. "But a diaper? Why can't I just wear my regular Depends?"

"Because you're wetting too much. A diaper will be much easier to change." He opened the pull-up and started cleaning his dad's junk off with a large disposable wipe.

"Ooh, that's cold!"

"This won't take long."

"Jake. Son, I don't want to wear a diaper."

"I understand that, Dad, but you need one. Lift up."

Brian did as he was told, and Jake slid the diaper under his ass. "Jake, please don't do this. Don't put that on me." He was actually whining at this point.

"Don't worry, you can still use the bathroom whenever you feel the need. Just pull the diaper down, do your business, and pull it back up. Now, hold still while I put it on you."

"I'll show you I don't need this. I'll use the bathroom like I've done for almost forty years, and that'll be the end of this diaper bullshit."

"Okay, it's a deal. If you keep your diaper dry, I'll let you try pull-ups."

Of course, Brian had no idea that he'd been listening to hypnotic training files in his sleep, so Jake wasn't worried. Even if his dad managed to keep from having an accident in his diaper, he'd still be in pull-ups and would keep having accidents. He couldn't lose.

Once the diaper was taped on, Jake said they should go have breakfast, so they went downstairs and started putting the meal together. Once everything was ready, they sat at the table for a long time, eating their large breakfast. Once the food was gone, they cleaned the table off and put the dishes away. Brian went to work on a project in his workshop while Jake went to play a game just like they would have done on any other day. But this time, Brian was wearing a diaper, and Jake was confident that it would be used. He was so excited to find out about that that he couldn't really get into his game. He played distractedly, constantly wondering about his dad's diaper and what kind of state it was in. If it was dry, he wondered how long it would stay that way because he certainly didn't expect it to stay dry. After a while, though, he managed to put that out of his mind for a bit and focus on his game.

When the game cut to a cinematic scene, Jake glanced over at the clock and saw that he'd been playing for quite a while. It had been three or four hours since he'd put his dad's diaper on, and he hadn't heard any activity in the house, so he figured Brian must still be out in his shop, which didn't have a bathroom. He turned the system off and walked out to the shop, where he found his dad painting a piece of furniture.

"Come here, Dad. Let me check you," he said.

"What?"

"It's been a while since I changed you, and you haven't been in to use the bathroom, so I need to check your diaper."

Brian laughed. "You're crazy! I'd know if I'd used this thing, and I haven't."

"Well, there's only one way to know for sure. Hold still." He reached down and tugged at his dad's shorts, slipping his free hand inside and squeezing the plastic-covered padding. It squished at his touch. "Just as I thought: wet!"

"What?! No, its--" Brian stopped as he finally noticed the warmth and bulk in his crotch, his cheeks burning red as he realized Jake was right.

What Brian didn't know was that over the last three weeks, he'd been listening to hypnotic commands convincing him that when he was wearing a diaper, he would have no control over his bladder, that every bit of urine would automatically flow into his diaper, and that he would be completely unaware of it when it happened. Wetting his diaper was totally natural and acceptable, and he wouldn't feel any discomfort at doing so. This command was even more effective when he had something else to occupy his mind. In short, Jake had given his dad the bladder of an infant.

"This thing's not very thick, so we'd better go change you," Jake said. "Come on."

Brian followed his son into the house and meekly submitted to a humiliating diaper change as if he were a little boy.

"You see?" Jake asked as he untaped the soggy one. "You need these just like I said."

"Okay, but why do you have to change me?"

"To make sure it's taped on right so it doesn't leak."

It was a bit awkward for such a large man to have his diaper changed by such a smaller man, but they figured it out soon enough, and Jake had Brian freshly padded. All of this would have been unimaginable a year before, but several months of hypnotic conditioning had made Brian not only pliable but submissive, especially to his own son. In just a few hours, he'd been convinced that he needed diapers, that they were completely necessary for him, and he'd been taught to passively allow Jake to check and change them. When he got ready for bed that night, he laid down to be changed with no resistance at all. Jake was ecstatic to see his plan finally come to fruition. But he wasn't done, and he could tell it was time to take things to the next level.

Six months later, Brian's day started as every day had for quite some time: waking up in a soaked diaper as Jake lowered the bars on the giant crib. His son helped him out of the crib and up onto the changing table, where he undid the snaps in the crotch of his onesie. Like many nights, he'd spent the last one in his hot pink onesie with the flowers-and-ponies design and the tiny, short skirt that didn't even extend to the crotch. He still had his big pacifier in his mouth, and he continued to suck it as he was changed for the morning. Once he was dry, they went downstairs for breakfast, which Brian ate in his giant high chair, followed by a baby bottle full of milk. A few hours later, he was out in his shop when he felt pressure in his gut. He immediately pushed and began to fill his diaper, not stopping until he'd pushed out all of the squishy mess. He did it automatically with no thought at all, and he wasn't able to stop once he'd started. This had been a daily occurrence for months now. When he was done, he waddled back into the house and found Jake, saying, "I pooped." Jake took him to the bathroom, cleaned him up, and gave him a bath.

At the end of the day, Brian was changed one more time and put into another onesie before he climbed into his crib. Overhead was a mobile of stars, moons, and clouds that played the "relaxation files" that were so necessary to put him to sleep, only they were now set to the tune of cute, babyish music. What he didn't know was that, masked by the music and the audible voice recordings were subliminal recordings telling him that he couldn't control his bladder, that he would immediately poop when he felt the need to do so, that he enjoyed wearing sissy baby clothes, and that all of this was perfectly normal and natural. Brian drifted off to sleep with his pacifier in his mouth and his teddy bear in his arm, oblivious to the fact that his son had outsmarted him, systematically turning him into a big baby and that he was likely to stay like that for the rest of his life.

The End