David carried Ollie to the changing table in the elaborate nursery. He had spared no expense equipping with everything he could to make the experience the very best for Ollie.
"You must be having the time of your life, Ollie," David said as he whisked off the diaper that had served its purpose. He saw that, as always, little Ollie sported a tiny stiffy that became apparent once the disposable diaper had been removed.
Ollie produced a noise that was half a moan, half baby talk gibberish. David still labored under the misconception that Ollie still wanted this fantasy. Nothing Ollie had been able to do seemed able to communicate his desire to resume his former life.
Just before David secured the new diaper, he gave Ollie's tiny hard nub one quick tug for old time's sake. Ollie moaned again, mostly from the frustration that he well knew that was the extent of what David was now willing to do for him. He flailed his pudgy arms, unable to initiate a coordinate approach that would have allowed him to take the edge off his own intense frustration.
David lifted him off the changing table and, with Ollie squirming in his arms, walked out of the room and met Marco in the kitchen. Nude Marco walked over and, inches from Ollie's face, pressed his lips to David's lips for a long, arousing kiss.
"Mmmm, good morning, sexy," Marco said. "How's our little man this morning?"
"No!" Ollie wanted to yell even as his eyes couldn't be torn from Marco. Both David and Marco liked to spend much of their time naked at home. "I'm not your little man. David, please. I've changed my mind."
"I think he will grow up to really turn heads," David predicted.
Was that really the only way to get his life back? Grow up again? With David and Marco as his parents? Watching them fuck and suck and kiss and hug day after day.
Marco watched Ollie's glistening eyes. "I bet he can't wait to do this," Marco said as he kissed David again.
When he ended the kiss, he leaned over Ollie in David's arms. Ollie watched the handsome dark face come closer as Marco planted a chaste kiss on little Ollie's forehead.
Ollie whimpered in that fussy tone of a babe in arms that could signify almost anything. He thought of the ring. He'd not seen the ring since the day that David had brought about all the changes. But it must still be in the house. If he could get his hands on the ring...
Suddenly he was restrained again, dropped into the barricade of a high chair drawn close to the table so he could eat his breakfast with "Daddy and Daddy" even if his would consist only of a bottle full of formula.
"I've got to get that ring back," Ollie thought as he sucked down his breakfast from the bottle that David had prepared for him.