What’s that? You’re still a man? Awww. I’m sorry sweetie, but I don’t think

What’s that? You’re still a man? Awww. I’m sorry sweetie, but I don’t think so. Not anymore. Ever since my mother put that incontinence curse on you, I just can’t think of you that way! Do you really expect me to see you as a grown man when you’re wearing a diaper under your shorts?

Now now baby, stop fussing! I swear, you’ve been such a bad little boy lately! I don’t want to hear any more whining from you, is that clear? Not a single word of complaint about how I don’t treat you like a man. I mean, just imagine thinking you’re still a man when you need your wife to wipe your bottom for you after you poop your diaper! This is your own fault, honey. Don’t forget that.

Well yes, I suppose I should have told you that my mother was a witch. But I didn’t expect you to be so rude to her! I’m sorry baby, but when my mother makes a decision like that, she never changes her mind. You might as well get used to being a pants-filling adult toddler because you’re gonna be stuck that way for a very long time!