Blair shook his head, trying his hardest to avert his eyes, desperate not to see whatever was inside the book.

"No, no, no!" He shouted, "I refuse to use this thing!"

She completely ignored his pleas, of course, and began reading through it. "Aw, the Baby disobeyed his mommy! He wasn't allowed out of his crib until mommy told him to, but he still crawled out! That's no good, so mommy decided to punish him by making his tummy weird with laxatives..."

"WHAT!?" Blair exclaimed, squirming in her lap, "No! You're not making me drink... those! I already told you I'm not using these things, and you're not gonna make me!"

"Ah! After a while, the little baby became used to being mommys little boy~ See? He looks so happy playing with his toys!" She ignored him once again, preferring to read through the book instead. "No big boy responsibilities, no big boy potty, just an messy diapy and a happy little baby."

"Why are you so obsessed with me using this thing!?" He whined, becoming beet red, "You know I'm not going to just let this happen to me without a fight!"

"Isn't it obvious? You're going to be my new, perfect little diaper-butt baby." She giggled, clinging to the boy tightly and squeezing him.