Chapter Description: Mark wakes up at aunt Shauna's.
The following day Mark awoke, he could feel his back resting against the thin nylon of the playpen that his mom had laid him down to sleep in. Shauna only had one crib and it was reserved for Erik apparently, who Mark could hear wailing in his room. After yesterday Mark was much too tired to start bawling again, slowly beginning to accept his fate. Standing by the playpen was Lucas, who was watching him, this made Mark unfathomably angry. The last time the family had been here, Lucas had to wear pull ups for the entirety of it and even then that wasn’t enough as Lucas had pooped them. As Mark looked over at Lucas he could feel his anger bubbling up, “Fuck you!” Mark wanted to yell but it was no clue, instead loud babbling came out which in turn flustered Mark more. With the feelings of anger and flustration combining together Mark began to cry, it was the only way he could get it out.
It was then that Jenine entered from another room, she picked up Mark and turned him around, giving his behind a sniff which revealed to her that Mark needed another change. She then laid him down and looked at Jeff who was sitting across from her, “Sweety can you go get the diaper bag?” Jeff nodded before jumping up to fetch the bag. Mark wanted to scream some more, he couldn’t stand that he was now being treated like the baby of the family over Lucas. He deserved to drive, he deserved to go to dances, he deserved to hang out with his friends, and now he was gonna be spending the next few years filling his diapers and drooling; it revolted him.
Jeff approached with the diaper bag and set it down next to Mark, which Jenine quickly reached into, pulling out everything she needed. She quickly undid the straps and removed the diaper, she pulled out a baby wipe and wiped the poop from Mark’s behind, cleaning it thoroughly before applying diaper cream and pulling out a new diaper which she then fastened around his waist. “There we go, all clean!” she rang out as Mark continued to sob, Jenine made a puzzled face before asking, “Is someone hungry?”. The past night she had fed Mark with the baby food that she had packed but she ran out. Not wanting to bug Shauna she picked Mark up and walked to the bathroom where she shut the door. “Yeah I guess it’s time for mommy to feed you huh?” she asked before lifting up her shirt.
Mark attempted to push away, fighting her as much as he could. She sighed, “Quit squirming ok?” but it was no use, Mark was fighting as much as he could. Then she had an idea, “Who needs a visit from the tickle monster?” she asked before quickly tapping across Mark’s sides with her fingers, Mark fought as much as he could but it was no use. The tactic was working and Mark was starting to giggle and give in, for some reason this had repressed his desire to fight her and he succumbed. His face was pressed against Jenine’s breast and her nipple found its way to his mouth, he instinctively began to suckle, not knowing what had come over him. He wanted to push away, he wanted to fight it, but something made all his worries melt away. His thoughts became slurry as he fully caved into all his baser instincts, for a minute he wasn’t a sixteen year old trapped in an infant’s body, he was mommy’s little baby who needed to be cared for.
After she took her nipple from his mouth he laid in her arms, dazed with no thoughts running through his mind. She exited the restroom and placed Mark back in the playpen where Erik laid on his back, dazed himself from whatever Shauna did. Mark sat up for a few seconds before falling onto his back as well, both he and Erik laid there, unable to form a coherent thought or sentence.
Some time had passed and the family was now sitting on the sandbar that bordered the lake behind Shauna’s house; Jeff, Lucas, & David played in the water as Shauna and Jenine talked among themselves, meanwhile Mark and Erik sat in the sand staring at each other. Erik’s hand had absentmindedly drifted up to his mouth and he began to gum it, the duo were feeling less and less resistant to their newfound state. As Mark sat in the sand he was filled with a familiar sensation, he needed to go potty. He looked over at the house in the distance, desiring to use the restroom but he knew it was no use. So he did what any baby would do and filled his diaper, he began to urinate and he pushed the warm mush out, it spread across his buttocks. Feeling that he was in a natural state, he grabbed his foot and brought it up to his face, sticking his toes in his mouth, and he rolled back onto his back. As he sucked on his toes Jenine stood up and walked toward him.
“My, someone’s a messy baby today, isn’t he?” she asked, towering over him. Mark giggled before she picked him up and walked with him over to the grass. Mark, now pressed further into his mother’s embrace, feeling warm and secure. She then laid him down, before undoing the straps on his diaper.
As she changed him Mark looked over, Erik had now rolled backwards onto his back and was gumming his hands. A spit bubble formed on Mark's mouth and he blew a raspberry. He felt the cold baby wipe run across his behind, soothing him, and as his thoughts began to turn to slurry again he had one last thought.
I could get used to this.