Chapter 89: evan and his dad

Evan’s heart pounded as he trudged up the driveway, still dressed in nothing but the diaper Jordan had made him wear. His clothes were clutched in his hands, but that was the least of his worries. A moving truck sat in the driveway, its back open as men loaded his belongings inside. His gaming setup, his TV, even his bed frame—everything was being taken away.

His father stood on the porch, arms crossed, his face cold and unreadable. “Took you long enough,” he muttered.

Evan swallowed hard. “Dad, what’s going on? What are you doing with my stuff?”

His father didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pulled out his phone and held it up. “You see this, Evan?” He tapped the screen. “You sent that picture to everyone, including me.” His jaw tightened. “We talked about this, didn’t we? About cyberbullying?”

Evan’s stomach dropped. “Dad, I—”

“I don’t want to hear it.” His father’s voice was sharp. “You thought humiliating those boys was funny? Well, how funny does it feel now, walking home like that? How funny is it that you’re the one being laughed at now?”

Evan opened his mouth, then shut it. He had no defense.

His father stepped aside and gestured toward the truck. “Everything you own? Gone. Sold. Every penny I make from it is going toward your punishment.”

Evan’s eyes widened. “Sold? Dad, you can’t do that! That’s my stuff!”

“Not anymore,” his father said firmly. “You clearly don’t deserve it.”

Evan’s hands clenched into fists. “This isn’t fair!”

His father let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Fair?” He shook his head. “You think it was fair what you did to those boys? You think it was fair to spread their picture around to humiliate them?”

Evan looked away.

His father sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Your mother doesn’t know yet. Her phone doesn’t get pictures or videos, and I’d rather she hear it from me than from some angry parent calling about what you did. But when she finds out…” He let out a breath. “You won’t just be dealing with me.”

Evan’s chest tightened. His mom didn’t know yet. But when she did, it would only get worse.

“Now, get inside,” his father ordered. “You don’t have a room anymore—you’ll be sleeping in the guest room with nothing but a bed and a dresser. No TV. No phone. No computer.” He looked Evan up and down. “And considering you walked all the way home dressed like that, I’d say you’ve got a lot of thinking to do about what kind of person you want to be.”

Evan’s face burned with humiliation as he turned and walked inside, his father’s words sinking in. He had really, really messed up.

As Evan stepped inside, his ears burned with shame, but the sound of voices outside made him pause. He peered out the window as his father spoke with the movers.

One of the men, counting out cash into his dad’s hand, glanced toward the house and smirked. “So, uh… that your boy?”

Evan’s dad pocketed the money and crossed his arms. “Yep.”

Another mover chuckled. “Guessing this is part of the punishment?”

His dad only nodded.

“Well, if you’re looking to really drive the lesson home,” the first mover said, adjusting his cap, “there’s a 24/7 TBDL/ABDL store about two miles from here. Sells everything—clothes, diapers, pacifiers, even full nursery setups.”

Evan’s dad raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. We make deliveries out there sometimes. Place is stocked with everything you’d need.”

Evan’s dad glanced back toward the house, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “Interesting.”

Evan, still standing by the window, felt his stomach drop. No. No way.

His dad turned back to the movers. “Appreciate the tip. Now, you guys take care.”

The movers gave a nod before hopping into their truck and pulling away, leaving Evan’s father standing in the driveway, staring at the wad of cash in his hand.

Evan barely had time to step away from the window before his dad walked inside, shutting the door behind him.

“So,” his father said, tucking the money into his wallet, “looks like I’ve got a little extra cash to put toward your punishment.”

Evan’s throat went dry. “W-what do you mean?”

His father smirked slightly. “Oh, don’t worry, son. You’ll see soon enough.”

Evan’s stomach churned as he realized whatever was coming next… was going to be way worse than just losing his stuff.

Evan sat stiffly on the couch, still clad in nothing but the diaper had been made to wear home. His stomach was in knots, dreading what would happen next. The sound of the front door unlocking made him flinch.

His mother walked in, setting down her purse. “I’m home,” she called, then turned toward the living room, pausing when she saw Evan. Her eyes narrowed. “What on earth are you wearing?”

Evan’s dad, sitting across from him, wasted no time. “Sit down. We need to talk.”

Confused, his mom did as he said, glancing between the two of them. Evan swallowed hard as his dad pulled out his phone and tapped the screen.

“Your phone doesn’t receive photos or videos, so let me fill you in,” his dad said, turning the screen toward her.

The first image popped up—the photo Evan had taken of Jordan, Tyler, Jake, and Alex at McDonald's. Then, the video began playing—the one Jordan had recorded.

Evan’s mother’s face twisted in confusion as she watched, then her eyes widened in horror as she saw her son, on camera, standing in a diaper and humiliating himself.

Evan couldn’t bear to look at her. He stared at the floor, his cheeks burning with shame.

The video ended. Silence filled the room.

His mother slowly set the phone down on the table, rubbing her temples. “Evan,” she said in a dangerously low voice, “what. The. Hell. Is this?”

Evan stammered. “I-I—”

His dad cut in. “He tried to humiliate some kids in public by taking a picture and sending it to everyone in his contacts. As punishment, they made him record this—and I’d say he deserved it.”

His mother inhaled sharply, her expression shifting from disbelief to cold fury. “You mean to tell me,” she said slowly, “that my son cyberbullied people—after we explicitly warned him about this before?”

Evan shrank back, nodding hesitantly.

His mother’s hands clenched into fists. “And you let them record this?” she asked, her voice rising in anger.

Evan finally looked up, desperate. “I didn’t have a choice!” he whined. “Jordan was gonna—”

“I don’t care what Jordan was gonna do,” his mother snapped. “You did this to yourself. You had plenty of choices before it got to this point.”

His dad nodded in agreement. “That’s why I sold all his things. And we’re not done yet.”

Evan’s mother crossed her arms. “What do you mean?”

His father smirked. “Well, a little birdie told me about a special store two miles from here. One that carries exactly what our son seems so comfortable wearing now.”

Evan’s heart pounded. “Dad, no—”

“Oh, yes,” his father interrupted. “And we’re taking a little trip there tonight.”

Evan’s mother, still fuming, finally nodded. “Good. Maybe a taste of real consequences will teach you something this time.”

Evan groaned, sinking into the couch. He was so screwed.

Evan dad then threw him a shirt and shorts you can wear this while we are at the store.

Evan hurriedly put on the shirt and shorts his dad tossed him, relieved that he wouldn’t have to walk into the store in just a diaper. His dad grabbed his keys and motioned for Evan to follow.

“Let’s go,” his father said firmly.

Evan hesitated. “Do we have to do this?”

His mother shot him a sharp glare. “You should be grateful you’re getting clothes at all.”

Evan sighed in defeat, slipping on his shoes and following his father out the door. The ride was tense, silence hanging heavy in the car. His dad’s grip on the wheel was tight, his jaw set in anger.

After what felt like forever, they pulled up to the store—a brightly lit shop with large windows displaying shelves of adult baby supplies, diapers, onesies, pacifiers, and even cribs big enough for someone Evan’s size.

Evan’s stomach churned. “You’re really gonna make me go in there?”

His dad turned to him, eyes cold. “You embarrassed those boys in public. Now you get to know how it feels.”

Evan swallowed hard and stepped out of the car, his face burning as they walked toward the entrance. The automatic doors slid open, and the scent of baby powder filled the air. A cashier, a cheerful woman in her thirties, looked up with a welcoming smile.

“Welcome! Looking for anything in particular?” she asked.

His dad smirked. “Yeah, we’re looking for a full set for my son here.”

Evan’s eyes widened. “Wait—what?”

The cashier’s smile widened. “Oh! First-timer?”

Evan’s dad nodded. “Yep, and he’s gonna be in these for a while.”

Evan wanted to disappear.

The woman asks for evans measurements so she can get the right sized items, she asks pull ups or tape on, evans dad says tape on

Evan yelped and grabbed at his shorts, his face turning beet red. “D-Dad!” he stammered, trying to pull them back up.

His father held firm, ignoring his son’s protests as he gestured toward the diaper Evan was already wearing. “Like these ones. He’ll need a full supply.”

The cashier nodded, unfazed, and pulled out a measuring tape. “Alright, let’s get his sizing right.”

Evan stood frozen in place, humiliated as she knelt down and quickly took his waist and hip measurements. “Okay, he’s a size medium in most brands, but some run smaller. I’ll grab a few sample packs to make sure we get the best fit.”

She stood up and smiled. “Now, do you want plain white, or would you like some printed designs? We’ve got ones with baby animals, pastel colors, even some with cartoon characters.”

Evan’s dad crossed his arms. “What do you think, Evan?”

Evan swallowed hard, eyes darting around the store. He wanted to say none of the above, but he knew arguing would only make things worse. “Uh… plain, I guess…” he muttered.

His dad nodded. “We’ll take a mix of plain and printed.”

The cashier beamed. “Great choice! Now, what about clothing? We have onesies, footed pajamas, rompers—”

“Oh, he’ll need a bit of everything,” Evan’s dad interrupted. “Might as well go all in.”

Evan groaned internally as the woman led them toward the clothing section, realizing this nightmare was just getting started.

Evans dad grabbed several of each clothing item some with embarrassing words on them, the lady then directed them toward the diapers.

Evan, still standing stiffly in his borrowed clothes, cringed as the cashier pulled out packages of diapers with colorful prints—some with baby animals, others with pastel stars and moons. She pointed at one in particular. “These have a special feature. If they’re used, the pictures fade and change colors. Great for making sure there’s no sneaky business.”

Evan's dad smirked as he looked at the selection. “That sounds perfect. Let’s grab a few packs of those.”

Evan’s face turned scarlet. “D-Dad, come on, isn’t this a little much?”

His father shot him a sharp look. “After what you pulled today? No, it’s not.” He turned back to the cashier. Anything else you recommend for keeping a troublemaker like him in check?”

The woman nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, absolutely! We have locking onesies, mittens to prevent tampering, and even a few specialized training charts if you want to track his progress.”

Evan’s dad chuckled. “Locking onesies, huh? Yeah, grab a couple of those.”

Evan groaned, sinking further into himself as he watched the growing pile of humiliating items on the counter. This was shaping up to be far worse than he ever imagined.

Evans dad looking around the store sees a crib section. Evan’s dad grinned. “A crib, huh? That might not be a bad idea. What do you think, Evan? Want to sleep like a baby since you want to act like one?”

Evan's face burned with humiliation. “D-Dad, please! This is too much!”

The cashier, unfazed, continued, “Well, if you’re getting a crib, we offer a free bedding set with it. We have more mature designs, or if you want to lean into the theme, we have newborn-style patterns and even cartoon sets like Paw Patrol.”

Evan groaned, covering his face. “Dad, please, not Paw Patrol…”

His father smirked. “Paw Patrol it is.”

The cashier nodded, adding the bedding set to the order. “Great choice! Now, would you like to look at any high chairs? We have ones designed for adults, perfect for ensuring meal times stay mess-free.”

Evan whimpered. His punishment was only getting worse.

The cashier says we have these great locking highchairs that just came in comes with a seat belt and locking tray to prevent escapes. they also come with a 1 year supply of baby food.

Evan’s dad chuckled. “Now that sounds like a perfect addition. He’ll need to get used to his new lifestyle, after all.”

Evan’s eyes widened in horror. “D-Dad, come on! A high chair? Baby food? Isn’t this going a little too far?”

The cashier smiled politely. “Not at all! These locking highchairs are specially designed to prevent little ones from getting up before mealtime is over. The tray locks in place, and the seatbelt ensures they stay secure. Plus, the included year’s supply of baby food comes in a variety of flavors, from fruits and veggies to classic favorites like mashed bananas and sweet potatoes.”

Evan groaned as his dad nodded approvingly. “Sounds like just what he needs. We’ll take one.”

The cashier rang up the order, adding the highchair, baby food supply, and crib set to their growing purchase. “Anything else? We also carry adult-sized pacifiers, bottles, and even playpens for extra safety at home.”

Evan’s dad smirked. “You know what? Throw in a few pacifiers and bottles. Might as well go all in.”

Evan could only watch in stunned silence as his fate was sealed with every new purchase.

Cashier said and how about the play pen or a changing table to store your diapers we have both regular and locking for the squirmy ones.

Evan’s dad nodded. “A changing table sounds like a good idea. Go ahead and add one of the locking ones—just to make sure he doesn’t try to wiggle his way out.”

Evan’s face turned bright red. “Dad, please, this is insane! I learned my lesson, I swear!”

The cashier smiled warmly. “It’s important to make sure little ones are properly taken care of. The locking changing table will keep him still during diaper changes, and it comes with plenty of storage for diapers, wipes, powders, and creams.”

Evan’s dad tapped his chin in thought. “You know what? Throw in a playpen, too. Something sturdy, so he can’t tip it over or climb out.”

The cashier nodded. “We have extra-large reinforced playpens with mesh siding and a padded bottom for comfort. Some even come with built-in mobiles and activity panels to keep him entertained.”

Evan groaned, burying his face in his hands as the cashier rang up the final purchases. “This isn’t happening…” he muttered under his breath.

His dad patted him on the back. “Oh, it’s happening. And by the time we’re done, you’ll be the best-behaved little guy around.”

The cashier said and since your purchase is so large you have earned a free supply of wipes, powders, and rash cream if you sign up for our rewards program completely free to sign up every dollar spent is 4 points earned and points can be used on next purchase for discounts, free items, and more.

Evan’s dad smirked. “Free supplies? Sounds like a deal to me.”

The cashier handed him a form. “Just fill this out, and you’ll start earning points right away. With this purchase, you’ll already have enough for a decent discount next time.”

Evan stood there in shock, watching as his dad eagerly signed up for the rewards program. “Dad, come on! You don’t need to buy all this! I swear I won’t do anything like this again!”

His dad didn’t even look up. “You should’ve thought about that before you tried humiliating those boys. Actions have consequences, and this is yours.”

The cashier finished entering the information and smiled. “Alright! You’re all set. We’ll have everything delivered and assembled for you by this evening. In the meantime, would you like to take a look at our feeding accessories? We have special bottles and sippy cups designed for bigger little ones.”

Evan’s dad chuckled. “Why not? Might as well go all in.”

Evan groaned as the cashier led them to another aisle.

The cashier said we've got bottle non spill sippy cups and these great new gyro bowls if your boys tries to dump the snack the bowl rotates making it impossible.

Evan's dad nodded with interest. “That sounds perfect. I’ll take a couple of bottles, a few sippy cups, and one of those gyro bowls.”

Evan groaned. “Dad, please! This is too much!”

His father ignored him and continued browsing. The cashier smiled. “Great choices! We also have bibs, some even with custom phrases if you’d like to add a personal touch.”

Evan’s dad smirked. “You got any that say ‘Daddy’s Little Stinker’ or ‘Messy Eater’?”

The cashier nodded. “Oh, absolutely. We even have ones that say ‘I Cry for Diapee Changes’ and ‘Spoiled but Cute.’”

Evan’s face turned red as his dad chuckled. “I’ll take a few of those too.”

Evan crossed his arms. “This is insane…”

His dad turned to him. “No, what’s insane is you thinking you could bully others without facing the consequences. Now, you’re going to learn firsthand what humiliation feels like.”

The cashier scanned the items and smiled. “Alright, everything will be delivered soon. Would you like to carry your new bottle out with you?”

Evan’s dad nodded and handed it to him. “Here, might as well get used to it.” Evan gritted his teeth, but one look from his dad made him take the bottle in defeat.

The cashier said one last thing as she was scanning items we also custom embroider items for a small cost we do it to the clothes, bibs, cribs...

Evan’s dad’s eyes lit up. “Custom embroidery, huh? That sounds perfect. I want his name on everything—bibs, onesies, even the crib.”

The cashier nodded. “Of course! Would you like anything extra added? We can do phrases like ‘Daddy’s Baby Boy’ or ‘Still Needs Diapers.’”

Evan groaned loudly. “Dad, come on! This is humiliating!”

His father smirked. “That’s the point.” He turned back to the cashier. “Put ‘Daddy’s Baby Boy’ on the crib and ‘Potty Training Dropout’ on a few bibs and onesies.”

The cashier laughed. “Great choices! We can have all the embroidery done by the time your order is delivered.”

Evan slumped in defeat as his father finished paying. The cashier handed over the receipt with a cheerful smile. “Everything will be sent straight to your house, and we’ll text you once the embroidery is complete. Thanks for shopping with us, and enjoy your new lifestyle!”

Evan’s dad patted his back. “Let’s go, baby boy.”

Evan sighed, dreading what awaited him at home.

The cashier grinned. “Enjoy! Come back anytime.”

As they drive home Evan with his head down says we'll at least this will be at home only,  his dad goes ha yeah no you'll be wearing in school too,  you will not be allowed tu use the bathroom what so ever I'll be sending a few diapers to your school abs giving the nurse permission to change you if required.

Evan’s head shot up, eyes wide with horror. “W-what? Dad, you can’t be serious!”

His father smirked. “Oh, I’m completely serious. Actions have consequences, Evan. You thought humiliating others was funny? Well, now you get to experience it firsthand.”

Evan clenched his fists. “Come on, Dad! The kids at school will never let me live this down!”

His dad shrugged. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before trying to embarrass someone else. You’ll be dropped off at school in your new outfits, and the nurse will have a stock of your diapers just in case. No more bathrooms for you.”

Evan slumped back in his seat, his face burning with shame. His life as he knew it was officially over.

His dad then said oh and your mother texted me while we were at the store she found a daycare.

Evan’s stomach dropped. “A… daycare? Dad, no! Come on, this is too much!”

His father didn’t even look at him, just kept his eyes on the road. “Your mother found a nice one that takes older kids who need extra supervision. They’ll make sure you stay out of trouble while I’m at work.”

Evan’s breathing grew heavy as panic set in. “Dad, please! I get it, okay? I messed up! But you can’t seriously make me go to daycare!”

His father sighed. “I gave you a chance, Evan. You chose to be cruel. Now you’re going to learn what it feels like to be on the receiving end.”

Evan clenched his jaw, his fists gripping his shorts. He had humiliated others before, but never in a million years did he think he’d end up like this—trapped in diapers, being sent to daycare after school, and completely at his parents’ mercy.

And the worst part? There was nothing he could do to stop it.

As they pulled into the driveway, Evan’s heart sank even further. The baby store’s delivery truck was already there, with workers unloading boxes onto their front porch.

His dad parked the car and got out without a word, walking up to the delivery crew. “That everything?” he asked.

One of the workers, a woman wearing a store uniform, checked a clipboard. “Yes, sir. The crib, highchair, changing table, and playpen are all here. We also included the bedding, diaper supply, and the baby food that came with the highchair.”

Evan’s face burned as the realization hit him—this wasn’t just a punishment for the night. His dad was fully committed to turning their house into his personal nursery.

“Good,” his father said, signing off on the delivery. “Let’s bring it all inside.”

Evan stood frozen, gripping the car door, dreading whatever was coming next.

The workers quickly set up the play pen in the living room...

Evan yelped as his dad effortlessly lifted him and placed him inside the freshly assembled playpen in the middle of the living room. The mesh sides rose high around him, making it clear that getting out on his own wouldn’t be easy.

“There,” his dad said, dusting off his hands. “That’ll keep you in one spot while we finish setting up the rest of your things.”

Evan scrambled to his feet and grabbed the top rail. “Dad, come on, this is too much! I get it, I messed up! But this—” He gestured around the playpen. “This is crazy!”

His dad just raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you think this is crazy? Just wait until your crib is set up.”

Evan’s stomach twisted as he watched the workers bring in box after box, carrying the rest of his ‘new life’ into the house. The changing table was placed against the wall, stocked with stacks of thick diapers, powders, and wipes. His new highchair was positioned at the dining table, complete with a locking tray.

His mother walked in, taking it all in with a sigh. “Well, I suppose this is what happens when you act like a bully.”

Evan’s face burned. “Mom, you’re okay with this?”

She crossed her arms. “You embarrassed those boys in public. Now, you’ll get a taste of your own medicine. You’re lucky we’re not sending that video to everyone like you tried to do.”

Evan gulped and slowly sank down onto the soft mat inside the playpen, realizing there was no way out of this. His life as he knew it was officially over.

The room fell into an eerie silence as everyone finished taking in the situation. Evan sat frozen in the playpen, his heart pounding in his chest. Then, breaking the quiet, a faint hissing sound filled the air—soft at first, then growing louder by the second.

Evan’s breath hitched as he realized what was happening. His face turned bright red as warmth spread through the thick padding taped around his waist, the diaper swelling slightly beneath him. He instinctively clamped his legs together, as if that would somehow make it stop, but it was too late.

His dad smirked. “Well, looks like we made the right call with the diapers after all.”

Evan clenched his fists. “I-I didn’t mean to! It just—”

His mother shook her head. “No excuses. This just proves you belong in them.”

One of the delivery workers, still bringing in supplies, chuckled. “Good thing you stocked up. Looks like he’s gonna need ‘em.”

Evan wanted to disappear. Instead, he sat there in his soaked diaper, humiliated beyond words, while his dad grabbed one of the fresh packs of wipes and powder from the changing table.

“Alright,” his dad said, grabbing Evan by the arm. “Let’s get you changed, champ. You better get used to this, because it’s only the beginning.”

Evan’s pleas fell on deaf ears as his dad carried him toward the newly furnished nursery. Tears streamed down his face, his breath hitching between sobs. “Please, Dad! I’m sorry! I swear I’ll never do it again! Just—just let me go back to normal!”

His dad sighed, not unkindly, but without any sign of relenting. “Evan, actions have consequences. You thought humiliating those boys was funny, now you’re learning what it feels like. Maybe this will teach you a lesson about respect.”

Evan whimpered as they entered the room. The nursery was fully stocked—crib, changing table, shelves lined with diapers and supplies. It looked more like a baby’s room than anything that should belong to a teenager.

His dad set him down on the padded changing table, strapping him in with the built-in safety belt. Evan sniffled, turning his head away as his dad unfastened the soaked diaper. “This isn’t fair…” he mumbled.

His dad wiped him clean with a practiced hand. “Fair? Was it fair what you tried to do to those boys? You didn’t care about their embarrassment. Now you know what it feels like.” He shook his head. “This is your life now, Evan. Best get used to it.”

Evan shut his eyes tight as a fresh diaper was taped snugly around his waist. No matter how much he begged, no matter how many tears he shed, it was clear—his dad wasn’t changing his mind.

Evan whimpered as his dad carried him back to the kitchen, his stomach twisting at the thought of what was coming next. He was placed into the brand-new highchair, the locking tray snapping into place in front of him.

His dad smirked as he grabbed a jar from the counter, twisting off the lid. “Alright, first meal as the new you—broccoli and peas.” He scooped up a spoonful of the green mush and held it out. “Open up.”

Evan shook his head. “Dad, please… I’ve learned my lesson! I don’t need this!”

His dad’s expression hardened. “You didn’t listen when you had the chance. Now, you do as you’re told.”

Seeing no way out, Evan reluctantly opened his mouth. The moment the mush hit his tongue, he gagged. It was bitter, grainy, and absolutely disgusting. He grimaced, swallowing it down with difficulty.

His dad chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry. There’s plenty more where that came from.” He scooped up another spoonful. “You’ll be getting the full baby experience, Evan. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

Tears welled up in Evan’s eyes again as he realized just how real this was. His new life had only just begun, and there was no telling when—if ever—it would end.

Evan’s eyes widened as he shook his head frantically, his mouth still clamped shut. His dad sighed, setting the spoon down with a smirk.

“Alright then, you’ve got two choices: eat your dinner like a good baby, or get a spanking first and then eat it anyway.”

Evan whimpered, his stomach churning. He didn’t want to eat the disgusting mush, but he definitely didn’t want to be spanked either. Slowly, he lowered his head and opened his mouth.

“There we go,” his dad cooed mockingly, scooping up another spoonful and pushing it into Evan’s mouth. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

Evan swallowed it down with a shudder, barely holding back a gag. His dad continued feeding him until the jar was empty, then wiped his face with a bib that Evan hadn’t even noticed had been tied around his neck.

“Good job, baby,” his dad said, ruffling his hair. “Now, let’s get you a nice warm bottle before bedtime.”

Evan’s heart sank. This wasn’t just a punishment—it was his new reality.

As Evan dad was about to make a bottle Jordan knocked on the door to their house, Evans dad opened the door seeing Jordan saying hi Jordan how can I help, Jordan seeing past Evans dad and seeing all of Evans new things and Evan in his high chair said I brought a little something we used on tyler when we taught him a similar lesson and handed over a box of mix in super duper extra powerful laxatives.

Evan’s dad took the box from Jordan, examining it with a raised eyebrow before smirking. “Now this… this could be useful.”

Evan, still sitting in the high chair, paled as he watched the exchange. His stomach was already queasy from the baby food, and the thought of what those laxatives would do to him made him squirm uncomfortably in his seat.

Jordan leaned against the doorframe, grinning. “Figured you might like it. We had to teach Tyler a little humility once, and, well… let’s just say it worked like a charm.”

Evan’s dad chuckled. “I appreciate the gift. Maybe a nice warm bottle with a little extra something mixed in will help my boy adjust to his new life a little quicker.”

Evan whimpered, his legs kicking slightly as his dad set the box down on the counter. “P-please, Dad, I’ll be good! You don’t have to do this!”

His dad turned back to him, shaking his head. “Oh, I don’t have to, son. But I want to. Actions have consequences, and you’re going to learn that firsthand.”

Jordan gave Evan a mockingly sympathetic look. “Better get used to it, buddy. Looks like you’re in for a long night.”

Jordan said bye and he'll see Evan in school soon enough as he laughed getting back in the faulkners minivan.

Evan gulped as he watched Jordan walk away, his laughter echoing in his ears. His stomach twisted—not just from fear but from the awful mush of broccoli and peas sitting in it. His dad shut the door, turning back with a smirk.

“Well, guess that means your classmates will be seeing the new you real soon,” he said, patting the box of laxatives before reaching for a baby bottle.

Evan slumped in his high chair, eyes welling with fresh tears. His dad wasn’t bluffing. Tomorrow, he’d be showing up to school dressed like an oversized toddler, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Evan's dad set the bottle down for a moment and sighed. "You know, you should be thanking Mrs. Faulkner and Jordan. Your mother called them, trying to figure out how to make this punishment really stick. They were kind enough to help."

Evan's eyes widened in horror. "Mrs. Faulkner? The Faulkners know about this?"

His dad smirked. "Oh yeah. And Jordan? He was more than happy to offer some suggestions." He tapped the box of laxatives. "This little gift? That was his idea. Said they used it on Tyler when he needed a lesson. Figured it'd help you, too."

Evan felt his stomach sink. Not only had his own parents humiliated him, but now the entire Faulkner family was involved. And if Jordan knew… that meant Jake, Alex, and Tyler knew, too. His classmates wouldn't just be laughing at him tomorrow—he'd never live this down.

Evan tried to find some comfort in that thought—at least Jake and Alex weren’t in school anymore. Maybe, just maybe, the humiliation wouldn’t spread too far.

But then his dad chuckled. “Oh, and before I forget, Mrs. Faulkner also mentioned that Jake and Alex would *love* to hear all about how you’re doing. I’m sure Jordan will fill them in soon enough.”

Evan’s face turned beet red. He slumped in his high chair, his stomach twisting. There really was *no* escaping this.

Evans dad then handed him his bottle

Evan’s dad crossed his arms, staring him down. “Drink up.”

Evan’s hands trembled as he took the bottle, his eyes pleading. “Dad, please… I get it, okay? I messed up. I won’t do it again. Just… don’t make me do this.”

His dad shook his head. “We warned you, Evan. Over and over again. We told you what bullying can do to people. We lost good friends because of it. And still, you thought it was funny to humiliate others. Well, now you know what it feels like.”

Tears welled up in Evan’s eyes. His dad sighed, his expression firm but not unkind. “This isn’t about being mean to you, Evan. It’s about making sure you never treat someone that way again.”

Evan looked down at the bottle in his hands. There was no way out of this. Slowly, reluctantly, he lifted it to his mouth and began to drink.

(Evan finished his bottle and within the hour the laxatives went to work)

Evan clutched his stomach as a sharp cramp twisted through him. His eyes widened in panic as he realized what was happening.

“D-Dad… I need the bathroom,” he whimpered, shifting uncomfortably in his high chair.

His dad crossed his arms. “You already know the answer to that.”

Evan’s face turned red as another cramp hit. He squirmed desperately, gripping the tray in front of him. “Please! I-I can’t hold it!”

His dad simply watched, unmoved. “Then don’t.”

Evan let out a shaky breath, his body betraying him as the laxatives did their work. A loud, involuntary noise filled the quiet room as he filled his diaper, his face burning with humiliation. Tears pricked his eyes as he sat there, unable to do anything about it.

His dad finally spoke. “Now, maybe next time you’ll think twice before humiliating someone else.”

His dad undid the highchair and took Evan to change him,  as he did he said "Evan we'll do this for a short while to make sure you learn if you do we'll stop but if you don't this is your new life do you understand"

Evan sniffled and nodded as his dad laid him down on the changing table, untaping the soiled diaper. “Y-Yeah… I understand,” he mumbled, his voice shaky with embarrassment.

His dad wiped him clean with practiced efficiency, tossing the used diaper into the pail. “Good. Because if you ever pull something like this again, there won’t be any going back.” He grabbed a fresh diaper and slid it under Evan. “You’re going to prove that you’ve learned your lesson.”

Evan swallowed hard. “I will, I swear.”

His dad taped the diaper snugly and helped him sit up. “We’ll see.” He handed Evan a onesie. “Get dressed, then you can have some time in your playpen before bed.”

Evan hesitated but obeyed, knowing he had no other choice.

2 hrs of playing with his new baby toys in his play pen it was time for bed Evans mother picked him up and took him to his crib.

Evan’s mother gently placed him in his new crib, pulling the soft blanket over him. She sighed as she looked down at her son, still struggling to process everything that had happened that day.

“This is what happens when you don’t listen, Evan,” she said softly, brushing his hair back. “Actions have consequences. Maybe now you’ll understand.”

Evan sniffled, gripping the plush stuffed animal that had been placed in his crib earlier. “I-I get it, Mom…” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded. “Good. Now, get some sleep. You’ve got school in the morning.”

Evan’s stomach twisted at the reminder. School. Facing everyone. The humiliation wasn’t over—it was just beginning.

As his mother turned off the light and shut the door, Evan curled up under the blanket, dreading what the next day would bring.

As Evan drifted off, he instinctively reached for one of the new pacifiers lying near him in the crib. Without thinking, he popped it into his mouth, the soft rubber soothing him as he sucked gently.

The warmth of the blanket, the snug fit of his new pajamas, and the faint crinkle beneath him all blended together, lulling him into a deep sleep. For the first time that day, his mind quieted.

Tomorrow would be another challenge, but for now, in the dim glow of his nursery nightlight, he let the exhaustion take over, slipping into dreams filled with uncertainty and the strange new reality he had to face.