From Soccer to Paci Sucker

Chapter 4
Revenge Served Cold, in a Baby Bottle

Chapter Description: Oliver’s Shenanigans didn’t go unnoticed. Someone wants Oliver to face the full consequences of his actions

“Are you sure it’s fine? Your mom won’t mind you bringing random people home?” Cler asked Oliver quietly. It was 2 AM, they were both partying at their friend’s house for hours. Oliver’s house was big and dark.

“Suuuure she loves women! She’s, like, 67% lesbian or something! And Cler, listen, you are not random. I know you for a week, and…and a day” Oliver was clearly a bit drunk, but he didn’t care. After the big win thursday, his mates partied non stop, inviting all kinds of people. Cler was a friend of friend, he thought.

Cler kissed him on the lips, and they went inside, Oliver led the way to open the lights and  see that…

“What the hell? What are you doing here?” Oliver noticed his mom sitting in the kitchen, not moving, staring at him with a death stare of a thousand miles. “Is… everything …ok?” He asked. He knew something was off and he was in big trouble. 

*click* *click* He looked behind him…

 There stood Cler pointing a gun to his head. 

“Wow there, what the hell is happening here?”

“You did goof, Cler.” Oliver’s mom reached down under the table, and got a brown bag, and threw it to her. “It’s enough weed for a month, try not get caught with it, or die horribly”

“I know how to not get caught, unlike…others” Cler said, clearly smiling, still pointing the gun at Oliver.

“This is a joke? Right? I never told anyone about your business or anything, I swear, mom, they must be lying. It’s Geoff probably, he likes to lie!”

“Oh? Is it Geoff that likes lying? That’s why my contact at the police told me there was a complaint about you poisoning someone?” Oliver’s mom got up, she was fuming, Oliver looked at her eyes and saw nothing but anger. “You know well enough that my job requires staying out of the radar. You are lucky I stopped this complaint from filing, otherwise you’d already be dead last week. “

“Who…How…?” Oliver couldn’t understand how anybody knew that. ”It was the perfect plan, who could have possibly realised it?”

“The father, some arab name, I don’t know, I don’t care. He was pretty chill. I managed to talk him out of it. My partners on the other hand…they see you as trouble”

“No no no” Oliver looked at Clair, trying to figure if his brain was about to be spluttered on the floor “I promise it’s just a one time thing.. I swear!”

“Yeah? To what? Win a game of ball? Seriously…The audacity you have. I’m sorry, you know the drill… We are doing something much bigger than you can even imagine here, and we can’t let unreliable people ruin it all. What if the police started snooping around here because of you? You have any idea how fucked we will be if that happens? You have to be gone”

“No! Please I’m your son, cmon there must be other way..please! I don’t want to die I just-”

“Shut your tiny mouth! And-”

The sound of trickling liquid on the marble floor stopped her mid sentence

“Jesus, what?” Oliver felt the warm piss flow through his trousers to the floor. He tried to stop himself but his dick just kept pouring all over the floor, he couldn’t even control the flow to slow it down

“I can’t believe I pissed myself from fear”

“Ew, seriously Oliver haha” Cler said as she looked at her captive looking pathetic, crying and pissing himself.

“Well…” Said Oliver’s mom, smiling “There is a way you won’t be dying tonight” She sat down at the table again, crossing her hands.

“I’ll do anything!” his pants were wet and sticky, he hated it so much, but at least he will stay alive.

“You made this guy turn into a big toddler, with some drugs and then manipulation on his father… We need you to stay quiet, out of trouble, and basically harmless for some time so…why not let you eat from the same dish that you cooked?”

“Wait…No… Come on mom, No!” Oliver couldn’t believe it, they want to turn him into a big baby like Iyad “It’s…It’s not gonna work. The hypnosis only works on someone who deep down wants it, Iyad told me everything it-”

“Shh! You won’t believe what kind of stuff they agree to when you pay them enough money under the table. I already talked to a nice doctor all about your special case. It will be off the books” Oliver’s mom said

“You’ll be in diapers“ Cler laughed her ass off

“So you want to tell me that you have time taking care of a giant baby? Changing diapers and all that? Aren’t you buddy doing ‘business’??” Oliver asked, trying to persuade her to rethink about this crazy idea, there’s no way he’ll be put in this humiliating state.

“Not me…no. I’m busy. I barely had time for you when you were a real baby, I have no time for your stupid shit now. That father, he said he’d be happy to have a little brother for his son”

“Little?” Oliver was horrified, Iyad was pretty little himself right now

“Yeah, his son will grow out of this state eventually, especially now that they gave him the antidote for the pills you gave him. The hypnosis may take time though… You on the other hand, well, according to the little paddle here, the pills Cler gave you are probably already in effect. So… tell me now, what do you prefer? Baby or dead?”

It was really a hard choice for Oliver. He couldn’t let himself die like this, he couldn’t believe his mother will do this to him

“...” Oliver sighed

“So? What is it?” Oliver’s mom hurried him

“... baby” He whispered

“Good. I hate cleaning blood from my table, always a mess” She said, half jokingly, it was hard to tell. “This is what’s going to happen: I really want it to be a lesson for you. So you’d be completely and utterly aware of yourself but in no way in control of your body. You’ll act like a  1 year old, full liquid diet, mostly with baby bottles and utterly addicted to pacifiers.”

Cler snorted from laughter “Please tell me I could babysit him” She said

“Shut the fuck up Cler!” Oilver said. He couldn’t believe this, he hoped it was some kind of hellish nightmare. “For how long?” he asked his mom “please, just a month, please”

“Well, if you had have been caught, you’d get about 5 years in jail, so… the most fair time is around 5 years, or until the father is sick of changing you”

“This fucking insane!” Oliver exclaimed

“Now, now, watch your mouth or you’ll get spanked” Cler teased

“Enough you two. Oliver go to the bath and clean yourself, you’ll have your new clothes at your bed. Get used to them. The doctor will be here tomorrow morning” His mom said

Oliver dragged his wet pants all the way to his room, like she promised, there was a pack of huge diapers decorated with cartoon puppies and kittens,  a baby blue onesie with tiny clouds and stars and a huge blue pacifier to match. “At least it’s not pink…” Oliver thought to himself. He knew his mom could've been much more sadistic about the entire thing. 

After the bath, Oliver reluctantly put on his diaper. “Might as well get used to this…” He looked at himself in the mirror, his thin blonde body hair and muscles were contrasting weirdly with an abnormally thick babyish diaper.

He put himself in the childish onesie, he felt so humiliated, yet he knew it’ll get worse once he starts shitting and pissing himself like a baby. Sleeping wasn’t easy, but eventually he fell asleep.

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Oliver woke up, his head hurt badly and he felt weird. He gazed over himself and remembered why. He was in a big baby onesie, and a diaper. A really wet and gooey diaper. He laid there, tired not wanting to really get up and face the rest of this awful day. He wanted to hang on to his last moments as an adult for as long as he could.

He looked at the ceiling of his room, only to notice something was definitely off, wooden bars surrounded his view and a baby mobile was hung above him

“Is my mom trolling me?” He thought to himself, wondering why she would move him to a baby bed before his transition. He tried to say something, when it became obvious to him that something was stuck in his mouth - a big pacifier. “What? C’mon…” But he couldn’t spit the pacifier out, his mouth insisted on sucking it, it felt like his mouth was supposed to have something in it. 

In a rush of panic he got up to see he was indeed in a crib, and… not in his room, not even his house. He immediately figured it was Iyad’s house “Did they hypnotised me in my sleep? Why am I already here?” He thought to himself. His wet and messy diaper started to feel cold and annoying “Whaaeea” He tried to call out, but nothing but whining came out. He was stressed and now his eyes started pouring “Whaaaa” “Why can’t I speak??” “WAAAA”

“Shh shh there, there. Daddy is here” Abdel ran to the room trying to comfort crying and confused Oliver. “I’m sounding like a baby and can’t talk!!!” He tried to scream, but anything just came out as high pitched wails. 

“It’s ok to cry honey, I know you’re probably confused. They didn’t want you to remember the hypnosis, so you forgot the entire last day, but it’s ok, I’m here to help you” Abdel said comfortingly. Oliver wanted to cry some more, so he did. Abdel just lowered the wooden bars, hugged him closely and patted him on his head while humming. Eventually, Oliver ran out of tears and wanted to get out of his slimy diaper.

“Daddy, Is everything ok?” Iyad just walked into the room. He was clearly not the toddler he was the last time Oliver saw him, but was still clearly in kid mode. He was dressed with a blue pokemon shirt, buttoned brown pants for easy changing and still had a clear diaper bulge. “Hi Oliver! Daddy said you are now my baby brother! We could play after your nighty night change!”

Oliver hated to hear it. “I’m the baby now…dammit. It's only gonna get worse!” He pouted, trying to say things but only high pitched baby talk came out. “Did they fuck with my voice? I sound like a frigging baby!” He tried to make sounds, and again, every sound he made was extremely high pitched, like before his voice changed.

“Iyad, why don’t you give us some privacy? Go play and Oli will be right with you” Abdel said, as he started undressing Oliver’s onesie 

“Ok daddy” Iyad said and left the room, waddling away

Now that Oliver and Abdel were alone, Abdel soon brought a big colourful diaper for the change. He slowly wiped Oliver clean of the gank. Oliver had a chance to now look at his completely smooth private parts. “Shit! They gave me the dick shrinker!” His little member was merely an inch long with tiny smooth balls. Oliver was glad he still had his abs and fierce leg muscles to remind him he has an adult body.  

“I know it must be intimidating right now, but I want you to know I’m really proud you chose this path to redeem yourself” Abdel said silently as he kept taking care of the mess. “Chose??” Oliver was pissed, this was probably the last thing he wanted. Maybe not the last, he literally chose this over death. “I was surprised, I couldn’t say no. Iyad really loves you, he was alone for so long in this state…Anyway, you won’t be able to walk alone, you are programmed to only be able to walk if there’s an adult who holds your hand, so let's get you some breakfast” Oliver just sighed, and took Abdel’s hand. 

His legs were completely uncoordinated and slow. It was like he was learning how to walk, the thick diaper didn’t help. Oliver didn’t understand how they made the diaper so big, it was really funny if it wasn’t him. As they passed through the hallway, a strange visage appeared before him. It was him, the same height as Abdel, who was holding his hand, wearing a blue onesie, a big blue pacifier in his mouth (which he forgot about completely) and his hair…in a blonde bowl cut. “I…that sadistic bitch…” He screamed in his new voice, and his pacifier dropped from his mouth to the ground, which made everything feel 100% worse. 

He started crying, dropping Abdel’s hand and dropping immediately to the floor on his diapered butt. He wanted to get back up, but couldn’t, so he cried even more. The horrible sound of himself crying and his inability to react properly just made a terrible loop, until his diaper started warming. He wanted to be an adult again, it was barely an hour in, and he wanted out. He couldn’t believe he was going to spend this much time as a useless baby.

“Shh… Everything will be ok… there there…” Abdel crouched to help him get up again. It worked, Oliver was waddling to the kitchen, crying himself out. Abdel knew that he would run out of tears soon, and in the worst case scenario, the psychiatrist told him that there’s a secret way out for him: Giving him a baby bottle will always calm him down for several hours. Abdel knew the crying won’t last once he sat at the table.

He helped Oliver sit on the custom made high chair, and strapped him well, then he brought the bottle. Oliver’s crying was more intense as he saw that thing, he didn’t want to be a baby.

“Food will help you out, son”, Abdel said. Oliver refused, tried to say things but Abdel really didn’t understand him. “You can’t eat solid food, honey, you don’t know how anymore “. Abdel then realised he may have made things worse, as Oliver started a new wail “Do you prefer that we start with mashed peas?” Abdel stood and brought a bib with dinosaurs on it. Oliver shook his head, he didn’t want no bib and no baby bottle. He wanted to eat like a normal adult his age.

“You must be starving, so choose what you want to start with. Peas or bottle?” 

Oliver sniffed, and tried to hold back tears. “...baba…” He said reluctantly.

“Good boy” He brought Oliver the bottle. 

He pulled out his pacifier and immediately started sucking on it. A powerful relaxing stream of calm thoughts ran through his body like a warm river. An electrifying feeling jolted through his limbs, relaxing his muscles and his mind. It was like he was drinking pure bliss, he never felt a high like this before. “If this is what it’s like being a baby, maybe it won’t be that bad after all” He kept sucking the wonderful liquid, happy, smiling, when he noticed Abdel lovingly stroking his hair, and it felt right and natural. He didn’t even care that he was pissing his diaper again, he let the diaper absorb it and concentrated on the drinking.

The effect of the bottle was so strong Oliver didn’t even care he was then fed mashed vegetables while wearing a bib.

After the meal, Abdel went on to clean the kitchen, while Oliver tried to get used to crawling around. He crawled to Iyad’s playing pen, and tried to stand, but it didn't work so well. At least the diaper absorbed most of the pain.

“Hey there baby Oli!” Iyad said as he saw Oliver finish breakfast and wander around.

“ Na BAbA”Oli pouted through his pacifier. It was bad enough that now that he’s bound to the floor he had to look up to Iyad, he didn’t want any more reminders that he’s a baby, but he knew that won’t happen soon. His mind was already adjusting his perceived age to be younger due to his limited abilities.

“Sorry, daddy told me you are now a baby. Want to play legos?” Iyad said innocently. Oliver nodded. “It’s not as bad as crawling around I guess” He thought to himself.

They played for hours, trying to make a castle. Every now and then Abdel came and looked over them. In one of his visits, he gave Iyad a fruit plate and Oliver a baby bottle. 

“How are my two best buddies? Playing nice?” Abdel asked, trying to make sure they both play and enjoy themselves. He was happy seeing Iyad not as lonely. They both nodded. “Good! I know you don’t like to stop, but I need to do some diaper checks”, He said. 

Iyad stood up and lifted his hands. Abdel lowered Iyad’s pants, revealing his colourful diaper, and put a finger through the bottom sides. “Still dry! Remember to tell me if you need to go, or just run to the restroom, ok?” Iyad nodded, and put his pants back on.

Oliver knew it was his turn, and tried to stand only to barely lifting his chest above the ground

“Don’t be silly, Oli, you’re too young to stand, let daddy check you on the floor, that's why you have that beautiful onesie, right?” Abdel said and crouched down to floor level to check Oli’s diaper. “Pretty wet, but you can play some more. I don’t want to interrupt the construction of this magnificent cathedral you’ve built”

“It’s not a cathedral daddy, it’s a castle!” Iyad said, frustrated.

Oliver didn’t care what the fuck they’ve built. He thought about what Abdel said, his diaper DID feel damp and he didn’t even remember he pissed. His little nub of a dick was almost senseless, especially through the absorbent fabric of the diaper. He started to feel awful that he made Iyad feel this way, without even knowing what’s wrong with him, what a nightmare…”Maybe I deserve this…” He sat himself and continued the building.

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After a while, Iyad pivoted towards the tv, while Oliver explored the different toys Iyad had in his play area. Something about the sounds of the tv, alerted Oli to crawl to there, and see what’s up. 

Iyad sat in front of the tv, watching a show with muppets, while Abdel set up something in the ceiling. Oliver watched the muppets with his mouth wide, almost as wide as to drop his pacifier, it was the most interesting thing he ever saw. “Was it always…the best show in the world??” He thought to himself.

“Oli?” Abdel said “Oli?” there was no response, Oliver was completely engrossed in the show “Oliver!” Oliver then noticed Abdel, and moved his head to look at him. “I see you like this show, but why won’t you try this jumper I installed?” Oliver then noticed the baby jumper that was dangling from the ceiling. “We don’t want your leg muscles to deteriorate, it will help you move a bit, and you could sort of stand on your own, while still enjoying the tv” Oliver didn’t care as long as he could keep watching. Abdel strapped him, and now that he could stand as high as his true height, he could feel somewhat like an adult, while sucking his pacifier and watching his baby show.

“Daddy, daddy! I need poop” Iyad jumped up, and ran to the bathroom, Abdel running after him. Oliver was so jealous, he would probably forget how to actually operate a toilet by the time he’s finished with this punishment. “At least the show is really good”