So, did you get that promotion at work? Of course you didn’t. I got mine. I’ve always been better at that sort of thing: networking, climbing the ladder, bringing home the bacon. I really can have it all, but you just seem to live in my shadow. But it doesn’t matter anymore. Remember what I said was going to happen if you got over again? No, I wasn’t joking. I meant it completely: You’re going to be kept in diapers, breastfed, and reduced to a widdle babie.

You’re going to call work immediately and tell them that your wife demanded that you quit. You’re simply not cut out for all t...

So, did you get that promotion at work? Of course you didn’t. I got mine. I’ve always been better at that sort of thing: networking, climbing the ladder, bringing home the bacon. I really can have it all, but you just seem to live in my shadow. But it doesn’t matter anymore. Remember what I said was going to happen if you got over again? No, I wasn’t joking. I meant it completely: You’re going to be kept in diapers, breastfed, and reduced to a widdle babie.

You’re going to call work immediately and tell them that your wife demanded that you quit. You’re simply not cut out for all that corporate stuff and I already feel more like your Step-Mommie than your wife—and now you’re going to feel more like a babie than a husband! I tell you all about it as I slowly infantilize you until I realize that you’ve gotten so excited that you’ve made a creamy in your diaper. God, you really were made to be an adult babie, weren’t you? Well, you still have to give me a special good night kiss, just like every night. (Even after I find you a new Step-Daddie!)