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Peter frowned as he sat down on the couch beside Remy and John, who were watching some stupid game show on tv, the house a mess as well as themselves.
Here lately, Remy and John had let themselves go, both living like slobs, even though he would try and help them, but they just said they didn't want help and didn't care how they were living.
Letting out a yawn, Remy leaned against the couch cushions, trying not to fall asleep, though all the alcohol he had drank, wasn't helping things.
Frowning, Peter reached over and gently pulled the remote out of Remy's hand, which Remy didn't like at all, sitting up and threatening to hit Peter for taking the remote.
"What the fuck are you doing?! Give that back! It's my turn to have it tonight, Peter! Why don't you just leave us the fuck alone?!" Remy yells, his eyes widening when Peter grabs him and places him over his knee, holding him still.
Pulling down Remy's pants and underwear, Peter just frowned and shook his head before bringing his hand down hard against Remy's butt, ignoring Remy's cries and begging, much to John's enjoyment.
"Stop! Damn it, this hurts like hell!" Remy whines, squirming uncomfortably as he tried as hard as he could to get out of Peter's strong grip, but it was pointless to struggle.
Then...it happened. As Peter finished up the spanking, Remy lost control of his bladder, peeing all over Peter's lap, tears streaming down his red face. He'd never been this embarassed in his whole life.
"Oh no! My little one had an accident! Looks like someone needs diapers more than I thought! Don't you worry, Daddy will take care of you." Peter says as he cradles a naked, wet Remy in his arms, shushing his cries and pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.
"I--I'm not a "little one!" You ain't my "Daddy", and I definitely don't need diapers, neither!" Remy says, a deep shade of red tinting his cheeks at hearing himself talk about this kind of stuff.
Peter just ignored Remy and laid him down on the couch, walking to his bedroom and quickly returning with a diaper bag as well as a few other items that might be needed.
"Hey, I already told ya, I ain't no baby, and I ain't wearin' no diapers! I'm sorry, but that's not my thing, Pete." Remy says, whining and turning away from Peter, when he places a pacifier gag in his mouth, buckling it snugly around his head so he couldn't remove it.
"Pete, what're you doin' to him?! I didn't think you were into kinky stuff like that. I knew you had something weird you were hiding. I'm glad it's him and not me." John says, watching Remy squirm, trying to take the gag off.
"You will be next, little boy. Stop fighting me, baby boy. This will go a lot faster if you just relax. I'm here to take care of you, not to hurt you." Peter cooes as he pulls out a diaper, powder and rash cream, as he didn't want his little baby to get a rash.
Remy's eyes widen and he whimpers behind the pacifier gag, his cheeks turning red as Peter spread his legs a bit, rubbing his tummy in a soothing motion, before spreading his butt cheeks slightly, so he could rub the cream on him.
"It's alright, little one. It'll be over soon. I know you don't like this, but I can't let you get a diaper rash." Peter cooes as he adds a generous amount of powder, lifting Remy's legs and sliding the diaper beneath his bottom, pulling the front over his crotch and taping it on snugly.
Peter smiles down at Remy as he rubs his tummy soothingly, admiring how cute he looked in a diaper, not thinking any of this was weird at all, contrary to Remy and John, who looked horrified, knowing this would happen to him next.
"Alright, baby boy. Let's get you dressed, then, I'll start on your friend." Peter cooes, smiling as he slips a pair of light blue mittens over Remy's hands, tightening them, so they wouldn't hurt Remy, but would be tight enough so that he couldn't remove them.
Remy growled behind the pacifier gag, and desperately tried to get the mittens off his hands, but it was no use, as the only one who could remove them, was Peter and he didn't seem like he wanted to take them off.
"Please don't fight, little one." Peter cooes as he slips a baby blue teddy bear print onesie over Remy's head, smiling as he pulls it down and snaps it closed over his diaper.
Next, Peter tugged a pair of matching booties onto Remy's feet, smiling at how adorable Remy looked, before sitting him on the floor with a toy, ruffling his hair gently.
"Now it is your turn, little one." Peter cooes, as he gently grabs John's ankles and pulls him down, trying not to hurt him. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt his little ones.
Managing to get one foot free, John growled and kicked out at Peter, kicking him in the stomach, which didn't really seem to hurt him, but it did make him upset with John.
"You are pushing it, boy. I don't want to have to spank you, too." Peter says as he tugs off John's t-shirt and pulls his pants down, revealing his very childish-looking underwear.
Peter looks down and chuckles. "Look at your little boy undies! How cute! I guess you're more childish than I thought, John." Peter says as he gently slips off John's undies, setting them aside, as he wouldn't be wearing those again for a long time.
"Hey! You can't do this to me! Give me back my clothes, Peter! I'm not gonna be like him..." John says, pointing to Remy, who was curled up in a fetal position, crying and screaming behind the pacifier gag.
"Maybe you won't have to have the gag and mittens, if you're a good boy. But, so far, you're failing at that, so you'll probably end up with them, too." Peter says as he repeats the diapering process with John, having to hold him still from how much he was fighting.
"Hold still! Daddy doesn't want to hurt you." Peter says as he grabs John's wrists, holding them with one hand while he used his other hand to secure a pacifier gag around John's head.
John whimpered behind the gag and gave up his fight against Peter, seeing as it was no use and he was no match for him, anyway.
"That's a good boy! It seems like you might listen to me, after all, John." Peter says, as he finds another pair of mittens, which were a pale yellow color.
Sliding the mittens over John's hands, Peter smiled and tightened them, before finding a onesie with cute little animals on it as well as matching booties.
John just whimpered behind the pacifier gag and blushed a deep shade of red whenever Peter tugged the onesie over his head and pulled it down, snapping it closed over his diaper, slipping on the booties after.
Pulling both John and Remy into his arms, Peter smiled, kissing their cheeks lovingly and giving their padded bottoms gentle pats, causing both boys to whimper, not knowing how to feel at the moment.
"Aww, my little ones are so cute! Let's go see how you like your new room." Peter cooes as he stands up holding both boys on his hips as he walked down the hall to a room that they were not allowed to access before, until now.
Unlocking and opening the door, Peter smiled as he walked into the room, which had been converted into an adult baby nursery.
He did all of it himself, building every piece of furniture, from the crib to the rocking horse, painting it as well, explaining why he'd been so busy lately and why he had rarely been seen by Remy or John.
"This is your new room, little ones." Peter says, looking down at Remy, who just whimpered and buried his face in Peter's shoulder, wishing this was a dream.
Here they were, in a giant nursery, diapered and dressed like babies and restrained. Is this really how their lives were going to be from now on?
"How about we play with some of your toys? That'll be fun!" Peter cooes as he sits Remy and John on the floor, joining them for some playtime before dinner.
Remy grumbles behind the pacifier gag and crosses his arms, not knowing what he did to deserve this.
John seemed to be fine with playing with toys, picking up a stuffed bunny and hugging it close to him for comfort, drooling behind his pacifier gag quite heavily, a good amount of it dribbling onto the front of his onesie.
"Good boy, John! You like the bunny, don't you?" Peter cooes, smiling down at John, who just blushed and held the bunny tight, not wanting to let go of it.
Remy looks over at John and rolls his eyes, not believing that he was actually going along with this.
Looking down at Remy, Peter frowned and picked up a teddy bear, handing it to Remy with a smile, watching to see what he would do with it.
Growling behind the pacifier gag, Remy threw the bear at Peter and crossed his arms again, turning his back to face Peter, very upset by the fact that he was now stuck living as a baby. How was Rogue going to take this?
"Aww, little one. Why are you so grumpy, huh? I bet I know what's wrong. You just need some cuddles don't you?" Peter cooes as he gently pulls Remy into his arms, shushing him when he cries behind the pacifier gag, grabbing his mittened hands gently when he tried to hit him.
Peter smiles down at Remy and wipes the tears away from his eyes with his thumb, shushing him and rocking him gently, not wanting his baby boy to cry and be unhappy.
"It's alright, Remy. Daddy's here to make everything better. I promise. Now, I bet you two are getting hungry. Let's go get some food in your little tummies." Peter cooes as he scoops both boys up, smiling as he carries them to the kitchen, placing both of them in highchairs.
Tying bibs around John and Remy's necks, Peter smiled as he removed their pacifier gags, so they'd be able to eat, whether or not they'd get them put back on, would depend on their behavior.
John just whines and looks over at Remy, who was clearly very mad about being made into a baby.
"It's not that bad, mate. I'm actually kinda enjoying it. We both never had good childhoods, so just look at it like a do-over." John whispers, turning around the best he could, to see what Peter was cooking for them.
"I hope my little ones are hungry!" Peter says, looking up when he heard the front door close, followed by familiar footsteps.
It was Friday night, and Rogue had arranged to stay with Remy for the weekend, as she'd been so busy with school and anti-mutant stuff, that she hadn't got to spend time with Remy in a while.
Walking into the kitchen, Rogue stopped dead in her tracks when she saw both Remy and John sitting in highchairs, dressed like babies, diapers and everything.
Rogue didn't know how to respond any other way, but to laugh at seeing her boyfriend sitting in a highchair, dressed like a baby.
"Please tell me you lost a bet or something, Remy! This is great!" Rogue laughs as she walks over to Remy and stands in front of his highchair, smiling up at him, not knowing that it was making him upset.
"No, I didn't lose no bet! This was done against my will! That big dummy spanked me and made me pee myself, so he put me in diapers, and John, too! He touched me in a place that I don't wanna talk about!" Remy yells, alerting the attention of Peter, who walked over to Remy and crossed his arms.
"Uh-oh! You're in trouble!" John teased, looking over at Remy, who just slumped down in his highchair, knowing that he'd probably be spanked again or put in a time-out.
"What's going on?" Peter asks, looking down at Rogue, who looked tiny compared to how tall and big he was.
"She's makin' fun of me, Pete! Maybe she needs a spanking." Remy says, a smirk forming on his face, hoping that Peter would give Rogue a taste of her own medicine.
"I will take care of this, after you two have been fed. Rogue, you may go watch tv or wait in here while I feed them." Peter says, frowning when Rogue just scoffs and goes into the living room to watch tv.
Peter smiles as he carries two bowls of mush over to Remy and John, placing a bowl on each tray, Peter decides to feed John first, feeling like he wouldn't fight and fuss as much as Remy would.
Scooping up a spoonful of food, Peter smiles as he brings the spoon to John's mouth, frowning when he turned away from him, refusing to eat that mush.
"Come on, John. Be a good little baby and eat your food for Daddy." Peter cooes, trying to get John to eat, but he still refused to.
"John, this will be all you get for now, so I suggest you eat it." Peter says, chuckling whenever John opened his mouth and ate the food that was offered to him, shuddering from the taste and texture. The smell alone was enough to make anyone vomit.
"Ugh! That's disgusting! What is that?!" John asks, trying not to vomit all over himself.
"That is not important, little one. Now, eat up for Daddy." Peter cooes as he feeds John another bite of food, tsking when he spat some of it out, making a mess of his bib and highchair.
"No, keep it in your mouth, baby boy. You can do it, John." Peter cooes as he uses the spoon to scoop up the falling food, getting it into John's mouth before feeding him the rest of the bowl.
"Good boy, John! You ate it all! Now, let's see if Remy will eat all of his, too." Peter cooes as he scoops up some food and brings it Remy's mouth, not even surprised when he turned away from him, refusing to eat.
"Now, Remy, I thought we were going to be a good boy from now on?" Peter cooes as he tries to feed Remy again, gasping when Remy manages to push the bowl of food off the highchair and onto the floor.
"I'm not hungry! And even if I was, I wouldn't eat that shit, anyway!" Remy says, huffing and crossing his arms, not even thinking about the punishment that he might recieve.
"Remy! Why are you so upset? All I want to do is take care of you two, but you're making it difficult." Peter says as he cleans the mess off the floor, and wipes off John's face.
Taking John and Remy out of their highchairs, Peter sighed softly as he walked over to the couch and looked down at Rogue, who was upset that Remy told on her.
"Come with me, little one." Peter says as he walks to the nursery, turning around to make sure that Rogue was following them, which she was, quite reluctantly.
Upon entering the nursery, Rogue was silent, not knowing what to think about this. She wanted to run, to get away from there, but part of her wanted, no, needed this.
"What?! What is this? Oh, this isn't right, buddy. You need some help." Rogue says as she watches Peter open a drawer full of pacifier gags, mittens and restraints of all kinds, shaking with fear, whimpering when she starts to wet herself.
Picking out three pacifier gags, Peter smiles as he walks over to John and Remy, holding their heads still as he buckles a pacifier gag around both of their heads, ruffling their hair and picking John up.
"Does baby John want to bouncy-bouncy? I bet he does!" Peter cooes as he gently sits John in an adult-sized baby bouncer, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, chuckling softly whenever John tries to get out of the bouncer, but can do nothing but bounce, stuck until Peter decides to take him out.
Walking over to Rogue, Peter frowns when he sees her shaking, not wanting her to be afraid of him. He just wanted to take care of her, as well, seeing how stressed out she was, she really needed it.
"Don't be afraid, little one, Daddy will make everything alright." Peter cooed as he kneeled in front of Rogue, carefully slipping off her shirt, bra, wet panties and pants, setting them aside, as they weren't needed anymore.
"Oh, Remy, I wish you could help me! I don't want this! Let me go, you big oaf!" Rogue cries as Peter picks her up and carries her over to the changing table, gently laying her down and holding her still as he fastened a pink pacifier gag around her head, gently rubbing her tummy after.
Remy growled and spewed profanities behind his pacifier gag, as he watched Peter touch Rogue like that. It wasn't right. She said she didn't want this, and Peter didn't listen to her. But there was nothing he could really do about it.
Meanwhile, it seemed like all that food had finally made its' way through John's digestive system, and he felt an increasing pressure in his bowels everytime he bounced, but there was no way he was about to shit himself.
Whimpering behind his pacifier gag, John looks over at Peter, who is busy trying to put a diaper on Rogue, oblivious to how he was feeling at the moment.
Eventually, it became too much for John and he couldn't hold it any longer. As much as he hated it, he was going to have to give in and use his diaper, because there was no way that Peter would let him use the potty.
Whining softly, John lets out a grunt and messes himself, hating the way it felt against him, and being in the bouncer meant that it would most likely get all over him.
Kicking out at Peter and fighting with all the strength she had in her body, Rouge screamed behind her pacifier gag, wishing she hadn't ever come to their house in the first place.
"Please don't fight me, little one. I only want to help you." Peter cooes as he gently rubs Rogue's tummy to calm her, surprised when it actually worked and she laid submissive to him.
Whimpering softly, Rogue just stared up at Peter as he lifted her legs and slid a diaper beneath her bottom, adding powder before pulling it over her crotch and taping it on snugly, gently rubbing the front before finding an outfit for her.
Sitting Rogue up, Peter smiled as he slipped a purple polka-dotted onesie over her head and tugged it down, snapping it closed over her diaper, followed by a pair of matching purple booties and mittens.
"Aww! What a cute little baby girl you are! I bet you'd like to rock on the horsie with Remy, wouldn't you?" Peter cooes as he picks up both Rogue and Remy, carrying them over to the rocking horse and sitting them down, putting Remy in the front.
Gripping the horse's neck the best he could, Remy just whimpered behind his pacifier gag, rocking back and forth to make the horse move, blushing when he feels Rogue wrapping her arms around his waist, leaning against him.
By now, John was sobbing, his face red from being so upset. He was so uncomfortable and hoped that Peter would change him soon, or else he would get one nasty diaper rash.
Hearing John crying, Peter smiled as he walked over to him, a certain smell explaining why he was crying so hard.
"You've already made Daddy a present, John? I'm surprised you gave into messing yourself that easily. Oh, well....let's get you changed, little one." Peter cooes as he picks John up out of the bouncer and carries him over to the changing table, laying him down.
John whimpers behind his pacifier gag, covering his blushy face with his mittened hands, squirming slightly as Peter unsnapped his onesie, revealing his soiled diaper, which didn't even seem to bother him at all.
"What a messy boy you are, John! Daddy's proud of you!" Peter cooes as he untpes the soiled diaper, revealing the mess inside, which didn't seem to gross him out, and it appeared as if he'd dealt with it before.
Wiping the mess away from John, Peter smiled down at him, chuckling when he kicked and squirmed, not liking the way the cold wipes felt against his skin. This was the most uncomfortable feeling he's ever felt in his whole life.
Once John had been wiped clean, Peter slid a new diaper beneath his bottom and added a generous amount of powder before pulling the diaper over John's crotch and taping it on snugly, rubbing his tummy soothingly and snapping up his onesie.
"There we go, John. All nice and clean again. I bet you feel better, don't you?" Peter cooed as he helped John sit up, smiling when he reached up at him, wanting to be picked up, as he liked being held.
Looking over at John, Remy just rolled his eyes, a bit upset that Daddy wasn't cuddling with him.
Sitting up, Remy noticed that Rogue felt heavier against him, and that she had fallen asleep from the rocking motion.
Whining softly, Remy reached a hand out at Daddy, who was busy cuddling with John, but noticed him and walked over to the rocking horse with John in his arms.
"Just a minute, John. I need to put you down, so I can put Rogue to bed, okay?" Peter says as he sits John on the floor and carefully picks Rogue up, removing her pacifier gag and replacing it with a normal pacifier, Peter smiles as he lays her down in the crib, covering her with a blanket.
"How about you two have your bottles, then we can cuddle until you get sleepy?" Peter cooes as he helps Remy off the rocking horse, sitting him on the floor beside John, smiling as he removes their pacifier gags.
"Can you two be good little boys until I get back?" Peter asks, kneeling down in front of John and Remy, who just nodded their heads, looking up at Peter.
"Alright. I'll be right back, and if you act up, I'll give you a spanking with that paddle hanging on the wall, there." Peter says as he points to a large, wooden paddle that was hanging on the wall before going to the kitchen to get bottles for John and Remy.
It doesn't take long for the milk to heat up, which was a good thing, because Peter was afraid to leave the boys alone for too long, not wanting them to start fighting and hurt each other somehow.
Pouring the warm milk into two bottles, Peter smiles as he makes his way back to the nursery, surprised when he saw that John and Remy were still sitting where he left them, waiting patiently.
Sitting down on the floor, Peter smiled when both boys crawled into his arms, snuggling against him adorably, having already slipped into their baby headspaces.
"Such good little ones. Daddy's glad that you finally gave into this..." Peter cooes as he holds a bottle with both of his hands, grinning when Remy and John started to suckle, with Remy dozing off and on.
It was a soothing experience for both boys, and for Peter as well, who greatly enjoyed being a Daddy to such sweet little ones.
Remy manages to drink most of his bottle before falling asleep, curled up in Peter's lap, sucking his thumb innocently.
"You're still hungry, aren't you, John? It's alright, you can finish, baby boy." Peter cooes as he tilts the bottle, so John can finish up the rest, knowing he was getting tired by the way his eyelids were drooping.
Once John was finished with the bottle, he let out a yawn and fell asleep, leaning against Peter, who smiled down at him before picking the boys up and carrying them over to the crib, carefully laying them down, trying not to wake up Rogue.
Rolling over, Remy woke up for a moment and smiled when he saw that Rogue was lying beside him, sleeping quietly for the moment.
He pressed a kiss to her hair before gently placing his arm over her, cuddling her as he fell back to sleep.
Smiling softly, Peter found a large, fuzzy blanket that would keep his little ones warm tonight, gently placing it over them and giving the boys each a pacifier and their favorite stuffed animals.
Peter didn't want to leave his little ones, so he chose to sit in the rocking chair beside the crib, and watch over them as they slept, ready to comfort them if they had nightmares or needed a diaper change, he wanted to be there for them.
Sighing happily, Peter picked up a book from the shelf that he had left in case he needed to sit with a little one.
He might as well have something to do to pass the time, as this was going to be a long night, and it was just the start of the weekend....