The plan that backfired (private w/ marxthebaby)

[marxthebaby]

The next morning, Oliver woke up bright and early. The first thing he did was make himself some yummy breakfast and set it out on the table. Then, he walked into his precious baby’s room and smiled at him mischievously, reaching over to the crib. As he unlatched the top, he picked the boy up, cooing at him, “Good morning, wittle gwumpy bear! Is my baby Tom-Tom all ready to be a good boy?” His voice was back to its usual condescending tone, and he pinched the boy’s cheek hard before carrying him in his arms to the kitchen. 

Oliver had scrambled eggs, toast with butter, and bacon for himself, while there was nothing for the poor baby. He smiled coldly, showing his teeth. “Poor thing, Daddy doesn’t have any food for his baby, does he? I wish I did, but Daddy doesn’t feed naughty babies.” 

With that, he set the boy down in his high chair that he had prepared in the kitchen and set to work making his bottle. He filled it up with extra-strength laxatives and diuretics so baby would make a big messes in his diapers today. Humming to himself, he made sure the bottle was nice and warm before walking over to baby Tommy. 

“Now then, does baby Tom-Tom want hims milkies? Will baby be good for Daddy and drink his baba all gone, or will he be naughty again?” His voice grew darker when he finished the sentence, reaching over and ruffling his hair. Oliver gave the strands a sudden yank, digging his nails into the boy’s scalp with a cruel grin, 

“Well, baby? I’m waiting for you to ask Daddy for your baba! Poor wittle Tom-Tom mus’ be thiwsty-wiwsty!” 

[Deviant]

When he woke up Jason felt like a train had hit him. His body never felt this bad even when he had the worst of hangovers. He hadn't slept hardly at all trapped in the crib by a lunatic wearing a diaper and wearing the sky blue teddy bear one-piece suit fit for a baby. 

Jason's eyes widened as he heard the footsteps getting close and the locks unlatching. He laid subdued zoning out and feeling defeated for the time being. As he was hoisted up by the strong man he let out a  "hurghh" Jason cringed rolling his eyes as he was called a little grumpy bear. He didn't answer as he was squeeezed tightly as he was asked Oliver's question. 

When he could breath again he strained slightly and annoyed yet defeatedly saying in a monotone voice  . "My name is Jason not tom-tom" when his cheeks were pinched he let out a cramped sigh. 
 
Being carried on his way to the kitchen he smelled food. Oh it smelled so good, he thought finally he was going to eat.  ",Ughhhh I'm so hungry!" His stomach growling as if on cue when he said it. 

As Oliver stated he has no food for "his baby Jason couldn't help getting flustered. 
"What you're gonna starve me? I haven't had anything in over a day!"

Oliver slammed Jason into his highchair squeezing and squishing him in locking his arms down at his sides with the tray as if he was a ragged doll. 
Jason squirmed cartoonishly trying to stretch In order to get his arms free as "Daddy" was distracted doing whatever the hell it was he was doing. 

When "Daddy" turned around with a baby bottle in hand Jason's eyes went wide and he quickly shut his mouth. He wasn't going to drink from a baby bottle not today. 

When Daddy Oliver called Jason Tom-Tom again asking if he was going to be a good boy and wanted his baba or if he was going to be naughty again Jason took the opportunity to tell him once again that "My Name is JASON!", 
When Oliver dug his nails into Jason's scalp he caused the baby boy to let out an anguished moan. 

He growled when for the third time having been called Tom-Tom. "How many times do I have to say it? My name Jason! JASON, JASON, JASON." As a few hair strains being pulled almost at the root Jason considered asking what was in the container,when he remembered Oliver said it was milk,as fast and cunning as ever he came up with a clever ploy. "I'm lactose intolerant I can't drink that" 

[marxthebaby]

Daddy Oliver wasn’t very happy with his baby boy today. Not only did the baby not sleep at all last night, which made him all cranky for Daddy, but he continued to deny he was Thomas. 

He ignored the baby when he claimed his name wasn’t Tom-Tom in an annoyed and slightly monotone manner, bringing him into the kitchen. His rumbly tummy made the man smirk coldly, laughing as the baby whined that he was hungry after smelling the food. “That’s for gwown-ups, baby Tommy! Yes it is, yes it is! Daddy might give you some grown-up food for lunch if you’re extra good today.” 

Daddy told him, trying to ensure that the baby would be a good boy. He gave his diapered bottom a pat as he set him down in the high chair he’d prepared for him, forcing his arms at his sides so baby couldn’t struggle too much. 

The baby boy’s demands and questions were getting harder to bear; he was just happy that he prepared the bottle special for his naughty boy.  “I’m almost on my last nerve with you, baby boy! I don’t care if you lie to me, your name is whatever I decide it is and that’s that!” Oliver snapped at him when he screamed his name was Jason, smacking him across the face again. 

“Now drinky-winky your baba for Daddy and stop. Being. So. Annoying!” 

Oliver pried the boy’s mouth open and shoved the bottle inside. It was just warm milk...with a strangely salty aftertaste, maybe a bit thick. Oliver had mixed in a bit of his own special milk for baby to try. 

“I might just rename you Dew-Dew. You can be widdle baby Dew-Dew in your cute little didis. Wouldn’t you love that, cutie?” 

[Deviant]

As Oliver taunted Jason telling him  that's big boy food and he might give him food for lunch if he was a good boy it caused Jason to stew with rage and it was obvious to Daddy Oliver. 

As he kept up "his act" in Oliver's mind with questions and demands Oliver has had enough,scolding the man in his arms. "But I'm not lying damn it No that's not that! arghhhh" Jason screamed as he stretched trying to get out of Oliver's tight grip he collapsed into Daddy's arms after his failure.  

Helpless in his highchair he was caught off guard when Daddy told him to drink his baba like a good boy and slapped him four times getting harder each time telling him to stop. "Arghh." Being. ughhhh. so. "Gahhh...." annoying!. Jason didn't say a word his tears flowed freely down his face wailing from the rough slapping,Oliver was winning for now.
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Jason tried & tried to protest as Oliver pryed his mouth open "urghh nurrr stirp" after a minute or two he was cowering under the strength of his hands  afraid of getting his jaw broken he opened resulting in Oliver jamming the nipple of the bottle filled with genuine breast milk Oliver had ordered from eBay mixed with his new Daddy's seed into Jason's mouth. Jason began coughing and gagging on the rancid concoction it was thick salty and tasted sour like nothing he ever wanted to taste again. The nipple was so large he was forced to swallow every drop of his now daily baba. 

As Oliver cooed telling Jason
 He was going to change his name his mouth was filled with the nipple so he couldn't say anything he could only whimper as he continued finishing his bottle. Of course he didn't want to be called such a ridiculous name,he didn't want anything that was happening to him 

[marxthebaby]

Oliver sneered as the poor baby stewed in rage, annoyed that he was being mocked with the promise of big-boy food. He just couldn’t wait to shatter that defiance in the baby’s cute little eyes, make him a good boy who wanted nothing more than to behave for Daddy. 

The denial that he was lying and his loud, high-pitched screaming as Oliver picked baby Dewey up in his arms was equal parts annoying and adorable. He simply smirked to himself after the baby’s weak struggle proved pointless and he collapsed into his arms after throwing his little fit, like a puppet with its strings cut. 

Baby Dewey even went so far as to cry loudly after he smacked him four times with each word, like a proper infant would. Triumphant for now, Daddy Oliver successfully pried his mouth open and forced the rubber nipple inside, happy to see the way his baby cowered under his powerful grip(just as he should, Oliver told himself; just as the baby should do for his Daddy).

After he drank it all-gone for Daddy like a good baby and didn’t protest his new name, Oliver hefted him out of the highchair. “Good Dew-Dew, drinking your baba all gone for Daddy! Daddy put a secret ingredient in there to make wittle Dew-Dew grow big and strong, yes he did!” He chuckled deviously, rubbing at his crotch through the diaper to give baby Dewey an idea of what he’d put into that bottle. 

 

[Deviant]

After he managed to drain the foul contents of his bottle Jason was spaced out, bloated and green around the gills as every few seconds he would dry heave, his stomach was churning from what that bottle contained.
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Being starved,Wearing a diaper & a teddy bear onesie, being talked down to and controlled, having to drink that garbage,the diaper rash still burning on his ass from yesterday, the heavy slaps to his face this morning,
Having his jaw pryed open. Jason has never been exposed to this much torture and he didn't like it one bit. 

Jason heard Olivier say he put in a special ingredient in the bottle but even then his fragile mind was much too preoccupied with everything that's gone on that it wouldn't allow him to Wonder what that might be despite the fact that Oliver was rubbing the front his diaper as a clue. Jason eyes were vacant as his eyes welled up and continued dry heaving. 

At least he would be getting food that would help him steady his mind and remain calm so he could recoup his loses and escape once he was able to formulate a plan,his patience was being tested and he may have lost the battle but the war was going to be his, he was sure of that,no one had ever beaten him in a battle of wills before and he wasn't going to lose now that the stakes were so high. 

Jason suddenly had the urge to piss and shit at the same time,he had never had such pressure from front and back before. As much as he didn't want to it was better to just freeflow than suffer anymore physical abuse at the hands of the deranged giant. He tried his best to let go without drawing any attention to himself or his actions as let go of his bowels and bladder into his diaper 

[marxthebaby]

Daddy Oliver couldn’t help but be incredibly pleased when his cute baby boy started to dry heave and turned green around the gills. Poor baby, does hims feew all yucky-wucky?” He cooed condescendingly, tickling him under his chin.

His devious grin only broadened after the baby dry-heaved, all sick from the foul concoction he’d been fed. Daddy reached over and pat his head, smirking when he noticed the vacant look in the boy’s eyes. Perfect. To Daddy Oliver, that look meant he was one step closer to surrendering, to becoming the baby boy he was supposed to have been all along. 

The baby didn’t even try using any big-boy words or talk his way out of this one, instead just staring at Daddy with a vacant expression. After a moment, a foul smell pervaded the air and Oliver realized with a cold sneer what his little Dewey had just done. 

“Awww, did Daddy’s widdle Dew-Dew make big, stinky pwesents fow hims Daddy?” 

He cooed, patting his head before picking him up and unbuttoning the trap door of his onesie, yanking back the waistband of the baby’s diaper. “Good baby, going poopy for Daddy!” 

Oliver praises him, carrying him back to the nursery and setting him down on the changing table for a diaper change.

[Deviant]

Oliver's constant cooing and baby talk was getting tiresome to Jason. His mind already frazzled he decided not to answer when asked if he was feeling, sick all he could do was moan and sorrowfully nod his head as if it wasn't already obvious by the dry heaving. 

When Oliver asked if he shit himself he let out an anguished squeaky squeal burying his face into Oliver's shoulder desperate to hide his face from shame.
he guessed Oliver hadn't noticed he pissed himself too. He wasn't used to pissing and shitting himself and he was happy about that,he couldn't wait until he was free of this psychotic monstrosity. 

He grinned and bared it as Oliver unsnapped his one-piece as he preferred to call it. Squeaking pathetically once again as Daddy pulled back his diaper and praised him. This whole thing made him sick to his stomach,he certainly didn't get why people found this enjoyable 

As Daddy laid him on the changing table he closed his  uttering a defeated beg of "please just get it over with?" Accompanying it with a moan and whimper of uncomfortability. 

[marxthebaby]

Daddy frowned in exaggerated sympathy when his poor baby boy nodded after being asked if he was sick, moaning sorrowfully. “D’awww, poor baby’s feeling yucky? It’s okay, little guy, Daddy’s wight hewe, yes he is!” He cooed, tickling his chin again and stroking his head when the boy dry-heaved some more. 

After his precious baby let out an anguished squeal, he tsked and stroked his back. “Aww, don’t worry, baby Dewey! Daddy will fix that stinky diapie right up and make sure you feel vewy good, okay?” He pretended the cause of his nausea wasn’t apparent, as though he weren’t the one who caused it by feeding him a mix of cum and breast milk. 

Daddy Oliver was just happy that his baby didn’t struggle when he pulled back his diaper to see the big mess inside. He hummed as he carried the boy into the nursery and strapped him down so he wouldn’t go anywhere. When Dewey piped up, asking if he could get it over with, he untaped the sides of his diaper. 

“Looks like Dew-Dew made big poopies for Daddy! Good baby; he’ll making much more from now on, yes hims will.” 

[Deviant]

Jason moaned extremely downtrodden. Of course he was right there that's why he was fucking miserable! He wasn't going to forget that for the moment he was under Oliver's control when it was painstakingly obvious. 

As Oliver told Jason he was going to change him & make him feel better he let out sigh of relief thinking that a diaper change would make him feel somewhat better, not knowing or wondering if he had something else in mind. Being asked the question Jason let out a dejected "Mmm-hmm" 

Being carried in a pissy and shitty diaper to the nursery for a change as a humongous man held him like a baby and hummed sweetly was not a pleasant experience in the least.  

Jason moaned hoping Oliver wouldn't strap him down since he was "behaving himself" to no avail he sighed knowing it was too early for that. Replaying the last couple of days in his mind as Oliver untaped his diaper he was going to play up to what this man wanted so after Oliver was done cooing at him,he started bawling as if the reality was setting in to him and it was too much to bear.
 

[marxthebaby]

Daddy Oliver just smiled when his precious bundle of joy moaned, incredibly sad. “D’awww, poor widdle Dewey-Wewey. Awe you sad?” He cooed, tickling his chin and his tummy before getting started on removing the boy’s diaper. 

When baby Dewey began to cry, attempting to fool him, he knew that his little man was lying; he’d heard enough of the boy’s real cries to tell these were crocodile tears. Instead of calling him out, Daddy Oliver decided to make baby think he’d had him fooled by the charade, 

“Oooh, baby’s all sad? It’s okay, Daddy’s gonna get hims all diapered up and ready to go out fow hims nummies yes he will!” 

He cooed, blowing a raspberry into his tummy after wiping his bottom clean and applying baby powder. He made sure to apply rash cream this time, and taped up a second diaper over the first, 

“Just in case baby makes a big stinky!” 

before setting his onesie in the washing bin and dressing baby up in cute overalls with Mickey Mouse on the front. They were ungainly to put on and take off, and he even put booties on baby’s feet so he’d ensure the boy wouldn’t be able to stand. 

He rubbed the boy’s crotch through the diaper. The extra padding ensured he’d have more friction between his legs, and Daddy Oliver would be waiting in eager anticipation for the baby to get nice and hard.

[Deviant]

Jason grimaced as Oliver tickled his chin and stomach fidgeting uncomfortably grunting until his hands left contact with his body. 

As Oliver told Jason he was going to get his diaper changed then getting him dressed to go out to lunch.

His eyes bugged out, however afraid that Oliver would catch him he averted his eyes. When Daddy Oliver asked if he was a sad baby he played it up to the hilt.

"Yeaaaaaaas!" He cried and cried.  He let out whimpers as Daddy blew raspberries on his tummy he kicked out squirming careful not to kick the man. 

Finally it registered. "O...owt?" He asked in a painful whimper. Yes this was it surely no one would ignore his begs for help. 

 

For fuck sake I don't want to shit myself! His mind screamed out. He didn't make a big mess purposely, the man wasn't letting him up to use a toilet and his stomach was flipping with distress over all the events of the past day he told himself.

A double diaper would mean a tougher time walking and he didn't want to waddle. The Mickey mouse overalls were no better they included a boyish Mickey Mouse tee shirt  or Daddy placed it in there as an outfit, they were short,shorter than even shortall's and had a snap crotch, oh God he hated them but he knew he had to stomach them.

When his booties were placed on his feet these were tight arching his feet, little did he know that these were special booties that had bone melting and freezing system that would contort his feet molding them permanently into one position if he wore them often enough,causing an inability to walk.. 

Jason shifted uneasily due to the double diapers, the thickness spreading his legs apart, the obviousness if he were in public and feeling Oliver rubbing his groin through them all the reasons about them added to it being intolerable.

[marxthebaby]

Daddy Oliver smirked, giving his cute baby boy a pat on the head and a boop on the nose after he asked in that childish voice if he had to go out, “Yesss, you get to go outside wiff yous Daddy! Daddy’s gonna give you all sorts of num-nums, and maybe if you’re an extra good baby and don’t make too many messies in yous diaper, he’ll give you a reward!” 

He lied, so that his new baby would wonder what the reward could possibly be.  Maybe with that added incentive, baby Dewey would be a good baby boy for Daddy Oliver while they were outside. Besides, Oliver had extra-strength laxatives and diuretics prepared to be mixed in with baby’s meal so he’d have no other choice but to mess and wet himself after being fed.

Daddy smiled after seeing what a cute baby Dewey was in his Mickey Mouse overalls, picking him up and carrying him out to the car where he buckled him securely into the car seat. He drove them both to a small restaurant, which was a bit busy, but nobody seemed to bat an eye after seeing how big Daddy’s baby looked. 

The waitress who seated them after Daddy picked him up and carried him inside even commented on what a “cutie-patootie” he was! Oliver smirked smugly at his baby, setting him down in the supplied high-chair. “See, baby? Aren’t you happy the nice lady thinks you’re cute?” 

[Deviant]

With the cooing and a bop to his nose he was tempted to bite Oliver again but no he gritted his teeth. Jason's ears perked up upon hearing that if he didn't shit himself too much that he would be rewarded. He scoffed in his mind replying sarcastically,Yeah that's gonna he a hard challenge to win. 

When Oliver picked him up and started heading to the door Jason desperately tried to cling on to the door,he didn't want to be seen dressed like this carried by a man.  Save for the outfit he looked like a man ridiculously dressed like a small child. His efforts were in vein as Daddy pulled him away not even noticing he had gripped the doorway. 

His mind couldn't comprehend why not only did nobody say anything,but worse they had a highchair for someone his size. It was a tight fit but this obviously wasn't a baby's highchair. Jason squirmed he was cramping from how tight he was In the supplied highchair. 

He wasn't a small child,he was a man standing at nearly six feet tall. As he thought about it,them it more it made sense, Oliver must have been to this place before,after all looking around at the other clientle this wasn't the average restaurant. That would make sense as to why no one batted an eye and why the waitress and called him a cutie patootie like she was used to routinely used to seeing this type thing 

 

Jason took it as Oliver cooed at him asking if he was happy that someone thought he was cute.  When the waitress came back Jason took his chance. 
"Lady you've got to help me! This psycho confused me for someone else and thinks I want to be a baby! He snatched me off the street yesterday call the police!"

[marxthebaby]

This restaurant was, indeed, not your average restaurant. Other men and women were dining here with their “babies” also in highchairs and booster seats, some with collared partners dressed like dogs groveling and eating at their feet. Some of the waitresses wore maid outfits too tight and revealing to be proper uniforms, others donning Dominatrix-style leather suits and carrying whips along with their orders.

This was a pretty obscure place, though Daddy Oliver and other clientele often made a point of coming here to indulge in their fantasies. He’d brought many a baby boy here before, and some of them were just as disobedient and bratty as little Dewey. Nobody so much as bat an eye when they heard the boy start yelling about how he wasn’t a baby and Oliver had kidnapped him; they’d heard much weirder from his partners before. 

When the waitress heard him, she smirked and chuckled, “Awww, Oliver, you didn’t tell me he was so into this! It’s so cute, how he’s acting all tough.” She crooned, before patting his head and saying, “What a good wittle actor he is! You really taught him well.”

[Deviant]

After he was done with his triade he was panting heavily as he looked around. What the hell is going on here? Goddamn it? No one is helping me! He thought to himself. Good thing Daddy had expected this and was one step ahead of "baby" 

"INTO WHAT? I'M NOT INTO THIS SHIT YOU DUMB BITCH! I TOLD YOU HE TOOK OFF ME THE STREET. HE THINKS I'M SOME GUY NAMED TOM!" Jason squirmed and stretched as much as he could it was no use he was stuck in the cramped confined highchair. 

As the waitress patted his head telling Oliver what a good job he did commending him for teaching Jason how to be such a good actor.  She would come to find out differently as Oliver told her what was in his mind the best part, That Jason or "Baby Dewey" 
Was like this out of the box & he didn't have to teach him anything. 
 

Jason began crying. Okay so he knew the waitress here that didn't explain in his mind why no one else was helping him. The helplessness was not a feeling he was accustomed to as he blubbered miserably.

[marxthebaby]

The woman shook her head with a grin, under the impression that the baby was still(at least partially) faking his anger. “Poor thing.” She smiled a bit, and looked at Oliver, who cooed at the baby after he screamed so loud, “It’s okay, little guy; you’re going to be fed, yes you are!” 

Daddy Oliver ruffled his hair and dug his fingernails into his scalp, squeezing once as a warning. He flashed the woman a charming smile and gave the baby a hard swat on his thigh after removing his hand from his head. “Sorry about that, he’s really cranky when he’s hungwies!” He shot the boy a warning glare after the nice lady said it was no problem.

“Get me the special, and some yummy purée for baby. A bowl of oatmeal and a bottle of milk would be nice, too; my little Dew-Dew mus’ be hungwy an’ thiwsty!” 

The woman nodded and wrote down their orders before heading off to the back, returning with their drinks-a can of root beer for Daddy, and a baba full of nice warm milk for baby Dew-Dew-and putting them on the table. She left after that, saying, “Hope you both enjoy!” 

Daddy Oliver picked up the bottle, and got out his laxatives and diuretics. He put some of both into the bottle, and grabbed the boy’s jaw, forcing his mouth open and cramming the bottle inside. “Drink up for Daddy, baby Dewey!”

[Deviant]

 

"I don't need to be fed! I don't need diapers or a Daddy I want to go back to my Life!" 

Jason growled in anger until Oliver ruffled his hair and dug in to the same spot that him  made raw this morning causing silent tears to fall down his face. When Jason saw the look of warning he immediately calmed down knowing what that look meant.  

He slammed his hands in disgust. FUCK this was supposed to be a chance for him to get away from the bastard.

"I AM STARVING AND I'M NOT EATING PUREE DAMN IT I WANT REAL FOOD!

When the waitress told them she hopes they both enjoy Jason shot back. "Blow me you useless gullible cunt!" 

Jason watched Oliver as he placed something in the bottle of milk. "WHAT ARE YOU PUTTING IN THERE?" He demanded with one swift easy motion the mouth filling nipple was held there until he drank it all up. He could do nothing but whimper and protest around the nipple engulfing him mouth.

 

[marxthebaby]

Oliver scowled at the stubborn, obnoxious little brat as he screamed he didn’t need a Daddy, or diapers. He was a bit satisfied when his baby Dewey calmed down, knowing what his warning look and the nails digging into that sore head of his meant. 

When the boy slammed his hands on the highchair tray and yelled about wanting real food, Daddy Oliver slapped him across the face so hard his head was knocked back a bit. He glared down at his naughty little brat, “Such a naughty baby! You think Daddy won’t be punishing you? You think you’re safe just because there are people here?” 

He bared his teeth, and seized him hard by the jaw, stuffing the bottle deeper into his mouth. “Now drink, or Daddy will cram it down your sorry throat!” As the fussy baby called the nice waitress a gullible cunt, she looked confused but slightly aghast by his foul language. 

[Deviant]

As his face was slapped he fell back in his highchair and whined like an abused woman. The shots to his face earlier meant he was  already tender and this shot was the last straw he blubbered like an utter baby.

 

Having the nipple rammed down his throat further as Daddy squeeezed and squeezed the liquid he had to struggle to catch up to the pace or end up drowning in milk by the time he was done his face was covered,his stomach full with milk. He could only whine and slouch in his chair overwhelmed by what he had just endured. 

As he was catching his breath, his distressed and tired eyes drifted to Oliver who was still visible angry. God only knows when or if he'd get this opportunity again, his mind wasn't fragile enough to entertain the idea of eduring Stockholm Syndrome with this man. 

[marxthebaby]

As the former adult blubbered like the baby he was meant to be, Daddy Oliver smiled to himself. Behind baby’s back, he winked at the waitress, who took his empty root beer off the table and brought over their food. He grabbed baby Dewey’s empty bottle and tickled his full tummy, cooing, “Diddums dwink hims baba all gone for Daddy? Yes hims did!” He pinched his cheek and handed the bottle to the waitress, who carried it away. 

Oliver cooed again at his precious boy, however his joy was obviously faked. Rage was still visible, seething, just below the surface. By the time the waitress set down baby’s purée and Daddy Oliver’s steak, the dark look in his eyes had grown even more malicious. 

“Thank you.” He told the waitress, who dipped her head and left to tend to another set of customers. Now that they were mostly alone, Daddy Oliver mixed multiple laxatives and diuretics into the purée. He ate his steak first, watching the baby. 

“Is my little baby hungwy-ungwy? If you are, you need to ask Daddy for your food; this is big-boy food, you can’t have it until you’re done with your baby food.” 

[Deviant]

As tears were falling like bucket's down his face he saw the way Oliver was looking at him. With his teary eyes and trembling mouth Jason looked up nodding in response to to being asked if he drank his bottle, not wanting to push the man any further.

Jason groaned  a little when looking at a plate of adult food versus the bowl of puree, which didn't even smell good. Jason watched as Oliver put the unknown medicine into the puree mixing it up. Between his sobs and trembling lips he had trouble asking the question. "Wha.. wha... what's...I....in dere?. Yo..you...p .pu...s..... same ...d....ding...in ...ba...ba . dull"  Oliver lied telling Jason that it was medicine to help his tummy. When he was done listening to daddy,he had a choice to make as he put his fingers to his mouth. 

"Oliver can I have my food?"

 

 

 

[marxthebaby]

Daddy Oliver didn’t quite pity his precious baby until the poor thing began to cry, tears streaming down his cheeks. He smiled when the baby nodded after being asked if he drank his baba all gone, patting his head, “There’s a good baby for Daddy, Dew-Dew!” He praised the baby, tickling his chin to make him giggle. 

Oliver smirked when baby Dewey groaned, staring at his steak with a hungry look in his cute little eyes. “D’awww, you want big-boy food? You gotta eat yous baby food first, little Dewey!” He told him in a sing-song voice, putting on a show to make the baby embarrassed. 

After his little man asked for food but used the wrong name, he nodded and scooped up a nice, big spoonful. “This’s to help your upset tummy, baby! Down the hatch!” Oliver cooed, smirking a bit as he spooned the laxative-laced purée into baby’s mouth. It probably tasted disgusting.

[Deviant]

Jason cringed through his tears as Oliver patted his head praising him for being a good baby. When Daddy tickled his chin and he actually giggled, it caused a rift in him. He had never been ticklish his already tear soaked and saddened face now had the look of confusion to boot why did he giggle, why was he ticklish now?

When Oliver began antagonizing him with the cooing and the sing-songy voice Jason closed his eyes squirming in his highchair face burning red with humiliation and frustration.

When Daddy cooed telling Jason it was to help his stomach feel better he was somewhat relieved. When Daddy abruptly began feeding him the heaping oversized spoon, Jason's face was green again gagging on the substance that was forced in his mouth.. Before swallowing he looked at Oliver with a pained and sad begging grimace. before reminding himself real food was on the way and struggled forcing the foul tasting substance down his gullet. The poor baby was sweating profusely fighting back nausea, Although his face didn't show a lick of it Oliver was over the moon at seeing his baby boy's misery, this is exactly what he'd always wanted, and now that he had it he wasn't going to lose it.

[marxthebaby]

Oliver smiles when his cute baby boy giggled for him, “Awww, there’s Daddy’s happy widdle Dew-Dew! I knew he was in dere somewheres, yesss I did!” He cooed, putting on a show of being a proud Daddy while feeding him another spoonful of the foul mixture. The man fed him more, until the poor thing’s face was greener than before and he was gagging more. Poor baby looked sick, after choking that down. 

Daddy Oliver set down the spoon and called back the waitress. “I’m gonna let this little cutie-pie eat some big-boy food! Think you can blend this up for me so he doesn’t need to use his cute wittle toothies?” He handed her the plate, full of the rest of what he didn’t eat, steak and mashed potatoes and peas. 

He shot his baby a glare to warn him not to protest. “See, now you get your big-boy food! Isn’t that good? Say thank you to Daddy!”