Michael and the Witch-Doctor's Solution

Michael was not a very nice boy, not even during those "sweet" years between 5 and 10. In fact, of all their children, Michael's parents wanted Michael out of the house as soon as he turned 18.

Even his friends didn't REALLY like him. They hung out with him, yes, but they weren't real friends. At least, not in the same sense you and I would define as friendship. 

At the center of all of Michael's faults was one fact: Michael was the most selfish person any of them had ever met. He was a selfish and demanding friend, often bullying everyone around him when he wasn't getting his way, or when he was bored. Michael was an extremely selfish friend, and worse, an extremely selfish lover.

To call Michael bisexual would be an insult to bisexuals. He fucked whenever he got the chance. Michael didn't care who he fucked, so long as his dick was in something. In fact, he was so selfish that he didn't even care if the person beneath him (he was ALWAYS on top) felt satisfied or not. He felt it was that person's duty to take care of themselves. After all, that's what he did.

The odd thing was, people kept coming back for more. See, Michael endowed with very little humanity, was... well... endowed. He attracted men and women who craved punishment of some kind or another.

However, they soon learned to use Michael just as he used them. Michael didn't care, so why should they?

That is, until Brad came along. Brad did care. 

Yes, he enjoyed the punishment, but he also knew that somewhere, deep, very deep, inside, was a boy just trying to get acceptance. No one else saw this in Michael. No one except Brad. Which is probably why Brad was Michael's closest friend and most frequent lover. Do whatever he could to leave Michael's abuse, Brad just couldn't walk away. Michael needed him, and after two years of living together, Brad finally had had enough.

He went to a witch-doctor, the most terrifying and therefore popular in the city, and asked the emaciated old man what he could do.

"You could leave," the witch-doctor smarted off, smiling.

"If I could, I would," Brad said.

"In that case, I have a remedy for your stupidity."

Brad was beginning to regret coming to the old man.

"Here," the with-doctor rummaged through some boxes directly behind him and pulled out an ancient, worn, and musty book. "Have Michael read this cover-to-cover, you'll soon find yourself with the most loving and uncomplicated human being on the planet. He won't want to ever leave your side, and he'll give you nothing but unconditional love. But remember, he must read it cover-to-cover. Do you understand?"

The idea sounded great, if it worked. Brad, after all, was skeptical, but he nodded and took the book home. Could it be possible that this book could solve all of Brad's problems? Well, he was about to find out.

Brad did as the witch-doctor instructed and placed the book in a spot where Michael would see it: right on Michael's pillow. And when Michael came home (late and smelling of sweat and sex), he saw the book.

"What's this?" He asked Brad as he picked up the book, a mixture of disgust and mild interest in his face. 

"Just something I saw at a used book store. Though you might like it." 

Brad's one saving grace was Michael's interest in books. Michael's one good quality, aside from his large member, was his love of reading. When Michael wasn't fucking or being a bully, he was reading. Thus, Brad knew the book would be too much for Michael to resist. And sure enough, Michael started reading it after he took a shower and came to bed.

The next morning, Brad woke to find Michael still in bed, the book laying open next to him, but the most curious feature was that Michael was sucking his thumb and looking more sweet and innocent than anything Brad had ever seen. 

Brad liked this book.

Over the next week, Michael was hardly ever seen without the book. And the deeper he got into the book, the more pronounced the changes.

Within the first couple of days, Michael started becoming found of cartoons, mac-n-cheese, chicken nuggets, and stuffed animals. Indeed, Brad had never seen Michael happier when he had brought home a large teddy bear for Michael. From then on, Michael slept with the bear every night, and usually carried it into the kitchen for breakfast each morning.

All of this was great for Brad, who found himself taking a larger, more protective role in Michael's life. However, the first big test came on the fourth day.

Brad woke up and smelled something strange: piss. He looked over to Michael's side of the bed and saw that Michael had wet the bed. Before Brad could think of anything to say, Michael awoke, saw the wet bed, and almost immediately started crying.

Stunned, Brad cradled Michael in his arms, rubbing his back, and kept telling Michael that it was "all okay" and that "accidents happen."

But Brad didn't want a wet bed, so he went to the store and bought some protection for Michael, a package of adult diapers. 

Michael was unsure at first, but he was too scared about wetting the bed again and upsetting Brad that he agreed to wear diapers to bed. 

That night, Michael urinated while sleeping, but the diaper soaked it all up. Both Brad and Michael agreed to keep diapers around from then on.

Over the next couple of weeks, Brad started noticing Michael waking up and staying in his diaper longer and longer. He even used it after waking up, frequently wetting it again during breakfast (Coco Puffs).

One night, Brad walked into the bedroom while Michael was trying to put on his diaper, which was obviously giving him a hard time, and said, "Here, let me do." 

Michael smiled and hugged his teddy bear tightly while Brad taped up his diaper.

The next day, a Saturday, after breakfast, Michael looked depressed. Brad asked, "What's wrong, buddy?"

Michael shook his head, "Nothing." But still, the boy looked sad.

"It's okay. You can tell me."

Michael took a deep breath and mumbled something Brad didn't catch. "What was that, buddy? I couldn't hear."

Head hanging down, the boy whispered, "I don't want to change out of my diaper."

Brad was a little surprised, but recovered quickly. "Okay. You can't stay in that diaper all day, so let's put a dry one on you."

And from that moment, Michael started wearing diapers all the time, and the boy couldn't have been happier.

That is, until one day, after Brad had noticed Michael sucking his thumb more and more and had brought home a pacifier for the boy. "Here, buddy, so you don't wear out that thumb of yours."

As the weeks progressed, Michael seemed to be regressing more and more, each day becoming more child-like than the last.

Well, almost. 

It seemed that the book's spell left one "adult" activity untouched. Michael still loved sex, but there was a distinct shift in what he liked.

He surprised Brad thoroughly one night when he asked Brad to fuck him. The old Michael never let anyone near the area he called, "Exit only."

But the surprise didn't stop there. Excited, Brad had pulled Michael toward him and had started removing the diaper when Michael said, blushing, "I want it on."

Brad smiled and said, "Okay, baby."

Michael smiled at being called "baby" and crawled on top of Brad. Brad pulled the leg of Michael's diaper back, revealing Michael's virgin hole. 

Michael rode Brad for hours it seemed that night, calling Brad "daddy." Both of them came multiple times, but Michael never touched himself and that diaper never came off.

The next morning, a new shift in Michael's psyche occurred. He stopped calling Brad by his name, calling him "Daddy" instead.

And Brad couldn't have been happier. Indeed, he rarely called Michael by his name anymore, opting instead for "baby" or "buddy."

After a month of the most intense changes either of them could have ever expected, Baby Michael found himself at the end of the book. The last page had a note attached to it. Above the note were big block letters that read, "Show Daddy."

Michael waddled over to his Daddy and showed him the note. It read:

"Now you have an uncomplicated individual who will love you unconditionally. However, should you ever grow tired of all the love, you only need to have your baby read the book backwards. That'll reverse the spell. The choice is up to you."

Brad smiled and closed the book. He lifted Michael and set the boy on his lap. "You like how things are now, don't you, baby?"

Michael nodded. "Yes, Daddy!" The boy snuggled into Daddy's chest, still clutching his teddy bear. "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you, too, baby."

A loud gurgling sound came from baby's stomach and was followed, a second later, by a terrible smell.

"Uh oh! I think someone's stinky!" Brad said, pinching his nose playfully.

Michael giggled, "I pooped my diaper, Daddy."

"I think you're right. Let's get you changed, buddy. Quickly!"

Michael laughed as Daddy picked him up and carried him into the bedroom for a fresh, new diaper... to go along with his fresh, new life.