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Jake woke up in his crib, as he had been doing for the last three weeks. Had he been a baby, there wouldn’t be anything strange with it. However, Jake was thirty-three, and his wife was thirty-five. So why was he in a crib? Why was he looking at his wife being changed by a woman ten years his junior? Why had his wife woken up with a messy diaper?

Here’s why…

A Better a Marriage

Jake woke up.

It had been the same routine for the last three weeks. Wake up, wait for his turn to be changed, eat, play, nap, bathe, eat, sleep, repeat. He had the better end of the stick, his wife had had it worse.

She was sleeping in the crib on the other side of the room. She had always been a heavy sleeper. Which is kinda what got them into this predicament. He didn’t blame her. He should’ve done something when it started, but he didn’t. Jake played alone, and now they were paying the consequences.

His diaper was full, almost about to leak. He knew what he had to do to get a change, but even if it had been weeks of doing the same over and over, he couldn’t bring himself to do it without questioning his own sanity.

A minute passed, and then another, and then probably ten.

Time was more like a concept for him now. Their mommy controlled every aspect of their lives, so there was no need for time anymore. Every minute, every hour, every day. They were all the same.

“Morning,” said Veronica, rubbing her eyes as she looked at her husband, “Did you sleep OK?”

Jake nodded.

His wife, unlike him, was always put to bed in the same way. A thick diaper and nothing else. It was mommy’s little revenge, and it worked. Jake’s wife had once been the epitome of fitness, beauty, and elegance. Now, however, because of her diet and lack of exercise, she was starting to resemble a chubby baby more than a mature woman. Her breasts were getting bigger, but so were her tummy and butt and arms and legs.

“What about you?” He asked innocently.

“As always.”

Mommy had a favorite, and Jake was happy it was him, but he felt guilty because of all the humiliating things mommy did to Veronica. His wife didn’t hold it against him, though. In her eyes, she was the reason they ended up where they were.

She was partly right.

“Do you need a change?” She asked.

He nodded, “What about you?”

She nodded.

“Would you like me to call mommy?”

There was a short silence.

“I can do it,” he said, knowing from the smell that his wife needed a diaper change as soon as possible, “Besides, mommy comes faster when it’s me calling.”

She smiled awkwardly.

Jake was right. Mommy did care more about Jake, and it has been that way since the beginning. Mommy, thought Veronica, the idea of calling a woman almost fifteen years younger than her mommy kept feeling strange.

Jake began crying.

He had done it a couple of times. It wasn’t as natural to him as it was for her, but she’s had more experience. It all began with her, and she wished she had done things differently.

Jake kept crying like a toddler, desperate for his mommy. Then, steps were heard outside the room. A second later, the door to the nursery opened, and a young woman came in. The familiar face of mommy, smiling, and Jake stopped crying.

“What happened, my beautiful baby boy?” she asked in her sweet voice, “Why are you crying? Do you need a change?”

The young woman was gorgeous, with blond and long hair and a body that anyone would kill to have. She had an innocent smile, but Veronica knew mommy was far from being an innocent young girl. She was mean, dominant, and ruthless, and she had reduced poor Veronica into a diaper-wearing dumb baby within months of meeting her.

Jake nodded, still sobbing.

He knew he had to play the part if they wanted a diaper change, and they both needed it. Mommy would usually start with Veronica, but it was because Veronica would usually wake up with a messy diaper. It was something in the milk, something she only gave to her.

“I think someone’s made a stinky present for mommy,” said mommy, getting closer to Veronica, “Was it you?”

Veronica nodded in shame.

“What am I going to do with you? You are like a pooping machine. Ever since you had that accident in front of all the partners at the studio…well. At least they know now that little Vero is just a dumb baby who needs her mommy for everything.”

Veronica didn’t say a word. She knew better than to argue with mommy.

“Very well. Let’s be done with you so that I can clean my little baby boy.”

She freed Veronica from her crib and led her to the changing table. Meanwhile, Jake could only stare and watch as his wife was changed in front of him by the person who had once been Veronica’s own assistant.

“Lift your bums bums, baby girl.”

Veronica did as told, feeling the sticky and cold mess around her bums and crotch. It was a familiar feeling now, and it has been a familiar feeling every morning since mommy became Mommy. Though, there was a time she was known as Stupid Bitch or just Cheryl.