Amir Plays House

Chapter 3
Chapter 3: Void and Breakfast

Amir woke up to a world of darkness. His body constricted in the fetal position. He tried to clear his eyes, but there was nothing to see. 

“Am I… dead?” He thought to himself. Desperate to escape he stretched his legs, but something elastic pushed them right back. He tried again, and again.

“Oh wow!”  He heard an angelic voice echo from another world.

“Mom?” He tried to talk, but his lips were not moving. 

“Come, sweetie! Your baby brother is kicking” He heard the distorted voice calls. It was hard to distinguish, but it sounded vaguely like his mom.

“Wait…That can’t be true.” Even after all he’d been through, Amir couldn’t believe this current state. He tried stretching even more, maybe then they would understand he’s not a baby.

“Come, Violet, touch my belly, it’s not scary!” The voice urged.

“I don’t wanna!!” Another voice, clearly a little girl’s. “I don’t want baby brother! I want to stay alone!”

“What about a big brother?” His mother asked.

“No!! He’ll never want to play and he’ll be boring!!”

“I hate this girl so much…” Amir loved Violet ever since she was a fetus in their mom’s belly, he couldn’t grasp why she didn’t do the same.

“Well, like it or not, you are about to have a baby brother, and I hope for you, that you’ll treat him right” Their mom changed her tone to a much more stern voice.

“You should abort him!” Yelled the spoiled devil girl.

“What!?!?”

“Jesus, Violet” Amir felt the entire world shake and turn around him, it seemed like his mother had just gotten up. “Where the hell have you heard that word???”

“Here! I can help you with that” Violet said cheekly, Amir could hear the evil smile through the several layers of flesh.

“No! Violet!” Amir felt a cold breeze touching the top of his head, that soon spread through his body. He tried to escape and move his limbs as much as he could. “Stop!! I said STOP!!” The cold turned into freezing, Amir felt like he was thrown into a cold storage. He tried to scream but…

He woke up, sweating, his entire body felt cold and wet. He looked around him, and to his relief, he found himself in his crib. He never thought that waking up regressed into toddlerhood would seem like an improvement. 

Assessing himself and his surroundings, everything looked normal, as normal as things can be. He was lying on his back, a cute baby mobile was stationed above him. He was wearing his heavily wet night diaper his mom put him before he went to sleep.

“Smmbadah?” He tried to talk, only to discover a big pacifier in his mouth. After the ghoulish nightmare he had, he had a hard time remembering whether he even slept with one. But a pacifier or not, more important things were due, to get out of his wet diaper. 

“Mom?  Mom! Mom!” He yelled. He positioned himself to stand, but it was rather difficult and the crib bars were larger than he remembered.

The clacking sound of shoes in the hallway sent shivers down his spine, he couldn’t shake the thought that maybe his sister was there, coming for him. Luckily, it was his mother that showed up at the door.

“Good morning little man!” She said, with a beaming smile.

“Wait, you know I’m a man and not a baby?” He said. Hope was starting to stir in him.

“Of course! Very true!” She said as she lifted him from his crib and onto the changing table.

“So… You know I don’t really need diapers? Can you please help me fix that, I just want to be an adult again, I promise I’ll play with my sister as much as -”

“Oh yes! Indeed!” She said, taking off his diaper and cleaning his nether region. “You have very important things to say to Mommy”

“Yes! It’s Violet! She turned me into a baby. Well... not turned, turned, I still look like a man but…”

“Ahah,” she said smiling and nodding.

“And I’m tiny now, and I wet the bad and I had this crazy insane dream. I think Violet is trying to kill me by turning me into a fetus and -”

“Wow! Such a long and beautiful story! I’m sure you’ll be such a talker when you finally grow up. A sports anchor or a radio man, I never heard a baby chatter like this”

“Shit!! You don’t even understand me???”

“Oops, you got angry, are the wipes too cold?” His mother said as she kept wiping his balls clean. 

“No…” He nodded.

“Oh my god!! You understood what I said?? You’re the smartest 1-year-old baby!” She cooed and blew a raspberry at his belly, making him laugh uncontrollably. She used his laughing to bring a clean diaper and she fastened it quickly around him.

Amir took a gander at his diaper, his mother was right, he was wearing size 2 baby diapers. Somehow Violet had managed to regress him more in his sleep. He knew he had to find a way to stop it before his nightmare would turn into reality.

“Let’s take you, you must be hungry,” She said lovingly while kissing his forehead. He was, indeed, starving. She put him in a yellow and red romper and chained his pacifier with a plastic chain to the romper.

Violet was already seated on the table, pissed. “I want pancakes! You took too long!”

“Your little brother needed a change, he’s not old enough to take care of himself”. Amir’s felt a lump in his throat hearing this.

“Yes,” he said, “I’m glad your stinking pancakes are stalling because of my diaper changes, maybe if you hadn’t turned me into a fucking baby I would have made you breakfast myself”

Violet changed expression, looking surprised and aghast.

“Mom!!! Amir said the bad f word!!” She screamed at their mom.

“Don’t be silly Violet, he can barely speak he can barely say ‘Mom’” Their mom laughed, but something was off. Amir, still hanging in her arms, felt her twitch a little while she said that.

“There, “ their mom put Amir on a high chair near the table and locked the tray. “Wait a bit while I’m making Violet a nice breakfast and then I’ll get you yours, ok?”

Amir nodded, he preferred to wait than be fed gross baby food, even though his belly ached from hunger. 

Sitting there looking at the air with nothing to do was boring as hell, he started to tap on the tray, but that was not that interesting either. He then remembered the chain of his pacifier was still connected to his romper so he started fidgeting with that instead, it was a slight improvement. He then looked at the pacifier and a weird intrusive thought surfaced in his mind: “Why not just put it?”. He stared at the thing for a while before his hand inserted it into his mouth. A relaxing aura covered him like a blanket, warm as the summer sea. While lovingly sucking that pacifier he noticed the warmness spreading to his legs and crotch. It then clicked: He was pissing himself again. His diaper swelled, pressing itself on his crotch and legs. Soon enough his diaper absorbed all the liquid and left him in a somewhat dry diaper again.

“All done!” His mother finished the pancakes, she gave half to Violet to devour and reserved the rest for herself. But instead of sitting and enjoying her breakfast, she left them to cool on the table while taking Amir from his high chair.

“Wait? I don’t get to eat?” He expected mushed apples or peas, but it seemed his mother had other plans.

“Yes! Do you love your special breakfast?” She sat on the blue sofa in the living room. It then dawned on Amir what was going to happen.

“No way, Mom, please no” He tried to signal her in any way he could.

“I know, I know you’d rather eat pancakes, and you will, but first you need milkies” She positioned him on her lap and lifted her shirt to reveal her breast. No matter how Amir tried to resist, his mother overpowered him, removed his pacifier, and latched his lips to her nipple. From there, hidden memories of old took control and Amir sucked at the tit like the baby he was perceived to be.

“Shh..” His mom whispered to him while caressing his hair gently. “You need this, trust me” She whispered in his ear.  “I can’t believe I won’t be doing this tomorrow morning! You’ll have so much fun at your new special daycare!”

“It’s not fair,” Violet chimed in. “How come Amir goes to special daycare and I don’t??”

“So I could have more time with you sweetie!” Their mom answered with a smile. Amir hadn’t heard anything more from Violet, so he guessed she was probably satisfied with this answer. On the other hand, he wasn’t. Being around other babies all day long with adults that can’t understand him? Maybe death wasn’t that bad.

Amir’s belly was almost filled with sweet creamy milk when he was able to detach himself from his mom. 

“You’re all done?” His mom asked him. Amir was definitely done with all of this, so he nodded. His mom straightened her shirt and slipped a finger down his romper to check his diaper. ”Still dry. Mostly.”

She put him in the high chair again. Violet was already off to play in her room, and so he was alone with his mom who cut pancakes into pieces she ate half and half she fed him with airplane sounds but before the breakfast could finish, someone knocked on the main door.

“Who is this?” Their mom looked worried, but Amir knew who is this. Before his transformation, he scheduled study sessions with his friend Thomas.

“Is this my chance?” He thought to himself. “Maybe he could see me for me, and help get from this mess!”

Their Mom got up to the door and indeed, it was Thomas, his blonde hair was messy as always and he had a huge backpack filled to the brim with books.

“Hi, ms Hadad,”  Thomas said to his Mom. Amir tried to disappear by lowering himself in his high chair. “Is Amir here? He told me to meet him today to study but his phone is-”

Just then, a bright purple wave of light blasted through the house and into Thomas, startling him backward