The Cuckolding of Baby Anthony

Chapter 13

Chapter Description: A routine settles itself on the household. For a little while things seem quite boring until a sudden break in the routine has Anthony worried. But maybe this break represents an opportunity...

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The next month represented a new low for Anthony. Steven spent more and more time at the house until, after a couple of weeks, he had moved in. Anthony sat in his playpen obediently as he watched his “Daddy” move bring his stuff into the house. Anthony’s adult stuff, things he hadn’t seen in a long time, were taken up to the attic to be stored and likely forgotten about.

Steven and Jane had sex frequently and Anthony was never left in any doubt as to what was happening. All he could do was listen and sometimes rub his diaper. To Anthony’s consternation Steven took on the role of Daddy with gusto. He shared parenting duties with Jane and now half of Anthony’s diaper changes, cleanings, feedings and everything else was done by the new man. It was unquestionably more humiliating for Steven to be taken care of by the man who had replaced him.

Every day started blending together again. Anthony had originally been knocked out of his repetitive day-to-day life by the arrival of Steven but now a new routine had been established. Apart from the added humiliation of having Steven looking after him not a lot had changed. Anthony spent his days listlessly playing, watching children’s television and playing with baby toys. His Mommy and Daddy took care of everything else. He felt like he could feel his brain turning to mush.

The routine was broken one morning when Anthony was hurriedly changed and fed by Jane. He was taken downstairs, put into his pen and promptly forgotten about which suited him just fine. He spent the morning looking out through the bars of his pen as furious activity seemed to be taking place. A lot of cleaning and moving things around, to Anthony’s surprise Steven even seemed nervous, he wasn’t used to that.

“What’s going on?” Anthony asked when Steven came in to check his diaper.

Steven didn’t say anything as Anthony stood in front of him in the classic “diaper check” position with his crotch pushed out in front of him slightly. He blushed as his former friend pressed his hand into his crotch distractedly. He seemingly decided that Anthony didn’t need a diaper change and walked away without a word.

Anthony huffed and puffed but soon went back to his spot in the playpen. He didn’t expect to be told much these days. It wasn’t like parents usually went out of their way to explain their plans to babies. He winced and shook his head. He hated thinking of his wife and her boyfriend as his parents but it was a mind-set he seemed to slip into with increasing easy and regularity.

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“I wish we didn’t have to do this.” Megan sulked in the corner of the high-end car that had been sent to pick them up.

“Just chill.” Max replied.

“Chill?” Megan gesticulated angrily, “After what SHE did?”

“You mean Mommy?” Max asked.

“I mean MOTHER.” Megan replied with clear emphasis, “You need to stop calling her Mommy. It’s creepy.”

“I only do it because it annoys you.” Max smirked.

“Ugh… I can’t believe you’re not as annoyed I am about this whole damn thing.” Megan scowled.

“You’ve just go to get over it, sis.” Max shrugged.

Megan couldn’t believe her brother was so blasé about everything that had happened. The punishment had been the most humiliating and shameful think she could ever imagine, it was something she felt like she needed therapy to get over.

Once the summer of diapers and enforced babyhood was over Megan had tried to immediately go back to panties with predictable consequences. She wet her panties and had urine running down her legs before long. Max experienced the same issues though that did little to make her feel better. If she had thought the diaper punishment was humiliating what came next was almost worse.

In the last two weeks before heading off to college the twins were given a crash course of potty training. They had to re-learn the skills they had suppressed during the summer, fortunately it didn’t take too long for most of the old habits to come back. Every night the twins would go to bed in diapers, they would wake up and rush to the little plastic potties their mother had bought them. Slowly but surely they found that they didn’t have to rush quite as much.

There was more long term consequences though. Megan hadn’t told Max and she certainly hadn’t told anyone she had met at college but she wasn’t completely out of diapers. To her intense embarrassment and frustration she still had difficulty keeping the bed dry consistently. She still wore diapers to bed.

“I just wish I could’ve stayed at college this summer.” Megan muttered as she leant against the window.

“It’ll be nice seeing Mommy and…” Max paused and frowned, “Do you know anything about what’s happened with dad? Is he still…”

“I don’t know.” Megan replied quickly, “I haven’t spoken to either of them since we left.”

The car was now driving through familiar streets as they neared the family home. Megan wasn’t entirely sure what they’d find at home. When they had left their father was still being treated as a baby, she had no idea if his punishment had ended as well. It was such a ridiculous situation and whenever anyone at college asked about her family she was reminded how weird they all were, she tried to move away from the topic as soon as possible.

“You really should be thankful.” Max tossed out casually.

“For what?” Megan spat out in reply, “For Mom giving my therapist a lot to work with?”

“You have a therapist?” Max asked with a frown.

“Not yet.” Megan admitted.

“Well, like I said, you should be thankful.” Max repeated, “I think last summer really helped focus me.”

“I can’t believe you’re defending it.” Megan shook her head.

“I’m just saying…” Max shrugged, “It made me realise I can’t just do whatever I want.”

Megan frowned at her brother. He couldn’t sound more different from the sibling she had known growing up. At college they had soon split apart into their own social circles and whilst Megan’s grades were middling she was shocked to find out that Max was among the top of his class. She resented her brother not only for doing better than her but for proving that the punishment actually had some worth.

The car rumbled along and then turned on to the long gravel driveway leading up to the house. When the car came to a stop Megan wanted to hide out and just be driven away again, she had no such luck though and the driver held the door open until she reluctantly stepped out into the warm air.

Megan was still scowling as she walked across the drive and up the steps of the porch. Max was ahead of her and ringing the doorbell as she reached the top. The door opened and she was surprised to see someone who wasn’t her mother or father. She briefly wondered if they’d accidentally ended up at the wrong house.

“You must be Max.” The man said, “And Megan, I presume.”

“Who are you?” Megan asked.

“Me?” The man smiled, “I’m your new Daddy!”

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Anthony couldn’t believe his eyes. Max and Megan were standing in the living room doorway and staring at him. They had obviously seen him like this before, they had all experienced the punishment together for a while after all, but from the way his twins stared at him it was obvious they didn’t know he was still diapered.

“Mom!” Megan called immediately.

“Geez Anthony, still being punished?” Max asked.

It hurt Anthony to hear his son not call him Dad but it made sense in the situation. The twins had gotten used to calling him by his name when he was essentially their sibling. He blushed hard, Max and Megan looked so grown up now, the one year away from home seemed to have changed them both a lot. Max in particular seemed to give off an air of maturity that he hadn’t had before.

“He doesn’t bite.” Steven chuckled, “Go on in.”

“You still haven’t told us who you are.” Megan answered before looking down the hall and calling again, “Mom!”

Anthony saw that his son didn’t have any hesitation. He walked into the room and stood leaning against the top of the playpen. Megan was still staring at Steven. Anthony felt so ashamed, he could tell his offspring who the man was but there was no answer that didn’t make him look pathetic. As the tension in the room seemed to ratchet up a level he felt his bladder void into his already wet diaper.

“Ah, twins!” Jane’s voice came from the hallway and from the sound of her footsteps she was hurrying towards them, “It’s so lovely to see you! How are you both? Did you get here OK?”

Anthony saw Jane appear and try to wrap Megan in a hug but the young woman fended her off and took a step backwards which led to her being in the living room. Jane looked a little hurt but quickly recovered as Max hugged his mother with no hesitation.

“What’s going on?” Megan demanded. Anthony melted under her glare when she looked towards him.

“What do you mean?” Jane asked as if there wasn’t a big Steven shaped elephant in the room.

“I mean…” Megan’s voice betrayed her impatience, “Who is this? And why is dad still in diapers?”

“Please, sit down.” Jane gestured to the couch, “I’ll catch you up on everything that’s happened.”

It was humiliating to live through it and it was humiliating to hear the whole sordid story being re-told. Anthony spent his time looking at the floor but whenever he did dare to look up at his grown-up children he saw their ebbing respect for him slipping away. It wasn’t like he could blame them.

“So you’re… cheating on dad?” Megan asked her mother.

“Not at all.” Jane replied with a chuckle, “I simply needed a man in the house to help look after the baby. Anthony agrees that this set up is for the best don’t you?”

Anthony swallowed hard. Obviously his ideal situation would be to go back to how things were before he had been forced into that first diaper, that wasn’t possible so it was about making things the best they could be in his current situation. His choices were simple and stark. He either accepted Steven as his Daddy and Jane’s lover or he was kicked out of the house with nowhere to go and nothing to his name.

“This… is for the best.” Anthony muttered. His face went crimson, “Daddy is great for Mommy.”

Max immediately burst into tears of laughter. Even though he had become more mature it was obvious his old self was still in there. In contrast Megan looked disgusted. In Anthony’s opinion Megan’s reaction was the only valid one someone could have to all this. Anthony tried to hide his face by picking up his bottle and sucking on the teat.

“This family is insane.” Megan shook her head.

 “Are you OK, Max?” Jane asked her son, “You’ve been very quiet.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Max replied as his laughter died away, “It’s just a lot to take in.”

“I know, sweetie.” Jane said with a sympathetic smile.

“Look, I’m not trying to replace Anthony for you and your sister.” Steven said as he took Jane’s hand but looked across at Max.

Anthony couldn’t help but look up and raise an eyebrow. Replacing him was pretty much exactly what Steven was doing. He understood though. Steven wasn’t looking to be the twins’ dad, there was no fun in that. Anthony supposed he should be grateful about that but he was hardly in a position to be a dad himself.

“Why don’t we get some drinks?” Steven suggested to Jane, “Let the kids talk to Anthony for a couple of minutes.”

“Sure.” Jane replied as she stood up with her boyfriends. Hand in hand they left the room.

Anthony looked at Max and Megan sheepishly. Max was leaned back and seemingly at ease whereas Megan looked extremely wound up, she was hunched forward with her arms and legs crossed. Anthony saw an opportunity.

“Pretty crazy, huh?” Max said, “What’s it been like being a baby all this time?”

“What do you think?” Anthony snapped angrily, “I hate it.”

“Why don’t you put a stop to it then?” Max shrugged, “Just leave.”

“It isn’t that simple.” Anthony sighed, “A lot has changed…”

Anthony told the twins about what had happened regarding the house and all the family assets being signed over to Jane. He made it clear that leaving wasn’t an option any more than just deciding he wasn’t going to be a baby anymore. He left out the part where he was nearly completely incontinent now though as he spoke he was acutely aware of his diaper becoming freshly warmed.

“This is so dumb.” Megan said, “Why can’t things just go back to how they were before all this?”

“I know…” Anthony sighed. He would’ve given everything for life to go back to normal.

Anthony watched as Megan frowned. She pursed her lips and then slowly looked up at him. He knew that expression, it was something he had seen a lot as Megan grew up. She was hatching a plan. Anthony immediately felt his interest piqued. If Megan had a way to end this madness he would be all ears.

“What if…” Megan seemed to have second thoughts and after a couple of seconds of hesitation she shook her head, “Forget it.”

“What?” Anthony quickly asked.

“Don’t worry about it.” Megan said dismissively.

“Tell me.” Anthony crawled forwards until he was as close to Megan as he could get without leaving his play area, “I’m desperate. I want to hear your idea even if it is far-fetched.”

“Fine.” Megan leaned forwards conspiratorially and Max followed suit, “What if we split mom and Steven up? It won’t fix everything but it will restore some normality and as mom is emotionally recovering you, dad, can be there for her.”

Anthony slowly nodded his head. Megan’s plan made sense, if they could get Steven out of the picture maybe it would be just the opening he needed to get back in Jane’s good books. It was surely worth the effort even if it only gave him a slim opportunity.

“I don’t know…” Max interjected, “They seem happy together.”

“Max!” Anthony tried to summon some remaining vestiges of authority hidden deep inside him, “I’m your father! I, not Steven, belong with your mother.”

Max seemed unconvinced as he leaned back leaving Megan and Anthony alone to decide their plot. Anthony knew that splitting up the happy couple was easier said than done and he wondered if Megan had any ideas about how they might achieve their goal.

“I think I have a way.” Megan said, “It’s the nuclear option but I don’t know if we have a choice if we want this done whilst we’re still here.”

“I’ll try anything.” Anthony replied desperately.

“Then follow my lead tomorrow.” Megan said quietly.

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