Three Wishes

Chapter 3

Tanner POV
Layne sat up and started to back up. I grabbed his legs and pulled him back to me. I put the diaper under him and swiftly taped up the sides. He tried to take it off but failed miserably. He started to tear up as he pulled on the crinkly plastic. I pushed his hands away and helped him stand up.

"T-Tanner, take it off!" He said shrilly.

"So you actually know my name?" I asked.

"Why wouldn't I?" He asked confused.

"Well, you've only ever called me nerd or fag." I replied calmly.

His face turned red. He didn't know how to respond to my statement. I picked up the sweatpants and handed them to him. He took them and put them on covering up his bruises and hiding the diaper very well. He looked at me probably wondering what to do next.

"Come on we're going back to my house." I said unlocking the bathroom door.

"I'm not going with you!" Layne said.

"Fine you can go to class and watch as everyone makes fun of you." I said walking into the hallway. He didn't say anything but followed me out to my car. I got into the drivers side and Layne got in the passenger side. I could tell he was frustrated and sat in silence. When we got to my house was when he finally decided to speak up,

"What about your parents?" He whispered anxiously.

"My parents died a couple years ago and I live by myself." I said calmly.

He nodded but wouldn't look at me. I got out and walked up to the front door, Layne trailing behind. I opened the door and let Layne go in first. He looked around as I closed the door and locked it.

"Do you want lunch?" I asked making my way to the kitchen.

"I'm not hungry." He said quickly.

At that moment his stomach growled and his eyes widened looking up at me.

I chuckled softly, "Your stomach says otherwise."

He pouted angrily but I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen. I made macaroni and cheese and put it on two plates. I set them on the dining room table and made Layne sit down next to me. I handed him a fork and I grabbed mine starting to eat. I was half done with mine when I noticed that Layne had barely touched his just moving it around with his fork. I sighed, and pulled my chair closer to his.

"I know your hungry. Why won't you eat?" I asked.

"I said I wasn't hungry." He responded stubbornly.

I just took the fork from his hand and scooped up some. I put it in front of his mouth. He looked at me confused but then he realized what I was doing.

"I'm not a baby!" He yelled.

I shrugged and pushed the fork closer. He clamped his mouth shut not planning on opening it anytime soon. I rolled my eyes, he says he's not a baby but he acts so childish.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way?" I asked him raising my eyebrows.

He shook his head stubbornly. I put my hand gently on his bruised leg. He looked at me with fear and opened his mouth. I fed him most of it before he wouldn't eat any more. I was satisfied so I didn't push it. He started to fidget nervously while I threw our plates away. I came over to him and picked him up. He gasped and tried to wriggle out of my grip but I just cradled him close to me.

"I'm guessing your wet, how about a change?" I asked.

He tensed and blushed. I carried him to the spare bedroom and led him to the changing table. He looked around the room in awe and fear. I had wished for for this room to become an adult boy nursery. It had a light brown wood floor with white wood walls. It had white trim and curtains. There was a crib with anchors, there was a rocking chair in the corner, a changing table with a shelf filled with diapers, and an automatic rocker. There were stuffed animals in a circular bin and a chest of toys. I was in awe the first time I saw it too. I brought him over to the changing table and pulled down his sweatpants and untaped his diaper. He blushed as bright as he did before. I was right he was very wet and since I wasn't able to clean at school his bottom was very red.

"Awe, that must hurt?" I cooed.

He pushed his knees together tightly trying to not let me see. I just sighed and pushed his legs apart and started to wipe him down. He was squirming, it probably hurt I also put on some rash cream so that might have been uncomfortable too. When I was done he seemed relieved and I was kind of glad. It was time for him to take a nap so I didn't put the sweatpants back on him, pulled off his shirt put him in a sleeper and put him in the automatic rocker. He seemed annoyed but started to drift off and fall asleep.