Monkey Mikey 3

When Mitchell had said Mikey would only need to wear a diaper until Mom or Dad said something, he should have known there was a catch. It had been two weeks now, they were back home from the beach house, and Mikey was still in diapers around the clock. When Dad barely even batted an eye about Mikey being taken through the house in nothing but a diaper, that's when it really sunk in for him that this was just yet another aspect of his toddlerfication. Mikey did his best to make due, though it pained him to try and make the best of his situation. Remembering what Mitchell had called them that first night, he had cautiously referred to them as his puffy, crinkly tighty whities. Mitchell wasn't making him use them after all! He just tugged them down for Mikey to use the bathroom and then back up they came. But Mitchell had not gone for it. Mikey calling them tighty whities just once had led to a daylong game of Mitchell touching Mikey's diapered bottom and Mikey having to dutifully chirp "that's my diaper, dada."
One day, Mitchell came into the living room where Mikey was trying his best to have fun playing with plastic rings.
"I wanna show you something, little monkey." He sat down on the floor and looked expectantly at Mikey. "Where do little monkeys go?"
"In dada's lap." Mikey mumbled. What does my little brother Mitchell want to show me, he wondered? He had recently realized he had started calling Mitchell dada even in his head, so now he tried to make a point to call him his little brother Mitchell whenever he could. He sat down in Mitchell's lap, sighing as he felt Mitchell reach up the leg of his shorts and poke his diaper. As if he did not see it poking out of his shorts all the time...
"We're gonna watch a video, baby." Mitchell said, holding up his phone. Mikey had lost his phone privileges even before the evening where Mitchell had forced that baby bottle into his mouth and started him down the long road to becoming the shaggy-haired, diapered little monkey he was now. He barely got any screen time now and it was almost exclusively educational shows aimed at toddlers, so he was very curious what they were about to watch. "Do you want to see?"
"Yes, dada."
"Excuse me?"
"Yes, please, dada." That earned him an affectionate squeeze.
The video in question was short. It was a boy of maybe six wearing a bathrobe, his clothes in a line stretching from him to the camera as music began to play. He hopped and went from the bathrobe to wearing a pair of charcoal boxer briefs. Another hop and his shoes were on his feet. Hop, his jeans. Hop, his hoodie. Mikey did not understand why Mitchell wanted to show him that. Mitchell's thumb slid over the screen and a similar video played with Mikey hardly able to hide how covetously he looked at the second boy's forest green briefs. They were so much different from the diapers he had been wearing for weeks now.
"Do you know why I showed you that, monkey?"
"No, dada.' Mikey replied truthfully.
"It's a trend right now and I think it would be fun to" Mikey hardly heard the end of the sentence. Mitchell wanted to make a video of him doing that? Everyone would see his diaper! He felt his impromptu seat bounce as Mitchell moved his legs to get his brother's attention. "I said, doesn't that sound fun, Mikey?"
"Uh" was all he could say. He knew he would end up doing whatever Mitchell wanted. He had no choice anymore.
"It'll be lots of fun. I promise!"
"What'll I wear?" Mikey asked, hoping to steer the conversation away from his diaper. Mitchell gave him a squeeze.
"How about we have numnums first?" Mikey nodded. "What's the rule?"
"Dada feeds me numnums because I can't feed myself."
Now he was perfectly docile, but near the end of vacation, Mikey had gotten fed up with saying he can't feed himself.
"But I can!" He had insisted, pushing away the sandwich Mitchell had been holding in front of his face.
"Oh, now you've got jelly on your fingers." He smiled playfully and reached for his phone rather than a napkin. "Suck the jelly off your fingers, monkey." It was only afterwards that Mikey saw the humiliating photo of him, mop-headed and sucking on his fingers, a stark contrast to the stern-faced boy who had appeared in the local crime watch after his brief stint into shoplifting. "Can can mean you're unable to, but it can also mean you're not allowed to." Mitchell explained as Mikey finished licking off his fingers. "So while you can feed yourself, you can't because Dada just loves feeding his little monkey oh so much!"
"Whatcha thinking about, Mikey?" Mitchell asked back in the present moment. He liked that the little boy had been automatically opening his mouth for the macaroni and cheese he had been feeding him, but it was not like Mikey to stay this quiet for long. This was the boy after all who had ripped off his diaper when he had learned that the diapers would be sticking around even after vacation.
"I thought you didn't like your Spider-Man underoos." Mitchell had asked, holding the snarling, furious little monkey in his arms until he got all tired out.
"I don't want... dumb diapers though!" It was a testament to the efficacy of his treatment that even in his rage, Mikey did not revert back to swearing like he used to.
"You need to wear your diaper. You can't be naked around the house."
"That's not the point! I don't need diapers! I want to be" he stopped himself. He had been about to say he wanted to be big again, but that... that would be admitting defeat. He cleared his throat and tried to calm down. "I want things to go EEEE" he squealed as Mitchell blew a raspberry into his stomach. "Stop!"
"There we go!" Mitchell said with a grin. "That's a proper little monkey voice." It had only taken a few tickle attacks during vacation for Mitchell to figure out that Mikey made himself talk deeper most of the time in his old life. His actual voice was still high and clear. Through a combination of teasing and tickles, Mitchell had Mikey well on the way to breaking that habit and sounding like a little boy. Of course, there was still the issue of Mikey removing his diaper, but that was nothing a few days of duct taped diapers could not solve.
"Come on, monkey. What's on your mind?" Mitchell asked.
"What am I going to wear for the video?"
"Well, a shirt and shorts and" Mitchell shrugged. "Stuff like that."
"And my diaper," it was halfway between a question and a resigned statement. Mitchell gave him a squeeze.
"Were those other boys wearing diapers?"
"No." Mikey replied, but he would, wouldn't he?
"How about this? We can do it without a diaper, if you promise extra extra hard not to go potty in your undies. Does that sound okay?" Mikey nodded. Mitchell could tell he was trying hard to hide how excited he was. "But once we're done, it'll back to diapers for my silly little monkey."
"Why?" Mikey knew it came out more forceful that Mitchell liked. Still, he wanted to know. If he could wear underwear for a stupid video... "Eee!" He squealed as Mitchell tickled his sides.
"Because you're a baby and babies wear diapers. Little baby monkeys wear little baby monkey diapers! Yes, they do! Yes, you do!" He smiled warmly down at his brother. "Here's an idea! Should we do the getting dressed video or do you wanna do your monkey song for the video instead?"
"Get dressed." Mikey said softly. Mitchell nodded.
"Alrighty doodles! Let's go!"
In no time at all, Mikey was wearing his robe, suitably monkey themed with a hood and even a little tail, as Mitchell arranged Spider-Man underoos, a little blue t-shirt that declared Mikey 'Lil Monkey Man' and pair of shorts in the same light blue color.
"Here's the plan." Mitchell said. "Repeat each step to me. Dada say, monkey do, right?" Mikey nodded. "First, you'll step on your undies."
"First, I step on my undies."
"Then, you'll kind of waggle your butt."
"Then, I waggle my butt?" Mitchell looked at him until Mikey swayed his hips.
"Next, you step on your t-shirt."
"Next, my shirt."
"And what should we have you do here? Maybe lift it up slightly?" Mitchell shook his head. "Naw, it'll be good. Last, your shorts."
"Shorts."
"Then you'll do a little monkey dance and smile up at Dada and the camera, kay?"
"Ok." All the same, Mitchell made him recite the entire process several times and then they had to run through it over and over again before Mitchell finally started recording on his phone. At least I get to wear underwear, Mikey thought, though he wondered just how his old self would feel about his Spider-Man briefs. I had to wear diapers for so long, he told himself. Yeah, just like a baby. He sighed inwardly.
"I think we got it!" Mitchell said with a warm smile. He bent over and kissed Mikey's cheek. "I love Monkey Mikey."
"And I love Dada." Mikey said gently, pecking his brother's cheek. My little brother, I mean, he thought, though it was difficult to see him as his little brother with him kneeling down to be at his eye level.
"Let's get you back in sorts and then we can watch the video." He playfully tickled Mikey before undressing him. "Hmm." Mikey knew what was coming as he stood there naked in front of his brother. "Where's my little monkey's tail?"
"I don't have one."
"Well, how do we know you're a monkey then?" He gave Mikey's bottom a gentle pat to coax it out of him.
"I'm Dada's little monkey." He said dutifully.
"Very good!"
Before long, Mikey was back in a diaper and sitting on Mitchell's lap as they watched the final video.
"What d'you think?" Mikey's shoulders simply rose and fell. Mitchell laughed. "I think it's a masterpiece!"
"A monkey masterpiece?"
"Sure!" Mitchell kissed his cheek. "Let's get you down for a nap while we wait for comments."
"Comments?"
"I bet there will be lots of comments. Some of those videos had like a bajillion views."
"That's not a real number."
"Sure it is. You just want to fuss because you're a sleepy little monkey."
By the time Mikey was dozing beside Mitchell in his bed, the video was already getting comments. Most of them were some simple variation on how cute Mikey was, but there were a few gems speculating about his age. He found himself remembering the constantly angry, constantly swearing little terror his brother had once been, Now he napped in a diaper and genuinely looked like he was having fun in the video. Mitchell chuckled to himself. Maybe he was just that relieved to be in underwear again. Sorry, bud. He thought. I'm keeping you in diapers. My diapered little monkey.
Mikey murmured in his sleep, but Mitchell could not tell what he had said. He wiped a bit of drool from his chin and studied his brother. Obviously, with the video already a runaway success, there would need to be sequels. Getting ready for bed was an obvious one that could bring in his diaper. Maybe a comedic one where he accidentally put on Dada's clothes? That had to be on the list. They could even, Mitchell thought, do one where Mikey was getting ready for a wedding in a precious little ringbearer outfit.
"You're going to be a star." He whispered to the sleeping toddler. That was what Mikey was, after all. A toddler, even if he was really a lot older than the comments claimed. "But you'll always be Mikey, my little baby monkey."