Detective Conan: Trouble at Home (private RP)

[bobby]

conan opened his eyes and looked up at the broad, face smiling down at him over the edge of his crib.

Despite his discomfort and anger, the little baby boy couldn't help smiling back with little tears on his cheeks.

"G'morning, Grampa," little conan said. "Could I get up yet? I'm booored!"

Agasa lifted the baby's quilt and gaped with amazement at how conan's diaper had swelled to nearly twice it's original size.

conan's face went bright red with embarrassment.

He wasn't sure whether his desire to get the HELL out of this disgusting diaper balanced the humiliation of having it changed by Grandpa Agasa. conan was also aready worrying about breakfast. Was he going to get regular food....or was he going to find himself strapped into a high chair and then taken into Agasa's lap for a bottle feeding.

Jimmy spoke inside of him, "Play along kid, we'll fix this scene up. Leave it to Jimmy!"

[arkham-insanity]

Agasa quickly went to the task of cleaning up the dirty diaper.
he took him to the bathroom and laid him on the top of the counter and un did the diaper and quicky began the task of cleaning....with cold baby wipes.

"My my...you are definatly a little stinker arnt you?" Agasa chuckled as he made sure that he cleaned every creviouse of the boy...untill he was sqeaky clean.....then taking a nice clean diaper powerded Conans bottom and slipped the diaper on.

"We will use this just incase of accidents" Agasa tweaked Conans nose.

[bobby]

conan's little face burned with shame as he was cleaned, oiled, powdered and diapered AGAIN!! by his Grandpa.

"I don't need a diaper, Grandpa,"conan wailed. "I'm not going to have an accident if you don't feed me that CRA....er that formula again!"

Agasa lifted his baby grandson off the counter and set him on his feet. The diaper made conan's legs slightly bowed so that he walked just like a toddler.

The little boy said, "I'm getting out of here," and waddled toward the bathroom door. However, to his dismay it was blocked by the slightly blear-eyed visage of his DADDY!

[arkham-insanity]

"Rumor has it that you were a great big horrible handful last night...is that right CONAN?"

Richard said glaring down at his diapered son.....the man tapped his foot hands resting ever so slightly on his belt waiting for Conan to answer.

[bobby]

conan tipped his head back to look WAAAAAY up at his Daddy looming over him, hands resting on his...(gulp)....belt.

conan didn't know what to answer. He was really shaken by his Daddy's height rising above him so suddenly. The little boy put his hands to his front as he promptly WET his brand new diaper.

"Nighn, nighn. Not mit der belt, Rrrrichard. Vee don't shpank leedle baby boys mit der belt. For der baby ve use der brush or Papa's shlipper."

Grandpa knelt down to conan and noticed that his cheeks were flushed and looking at his new diaper, saw the reason.

"Gut in himmel. Annuder pee pee, alrrrrready! See dat, Rrrrichard...conan is chust a liddle baby boy, chust like I figured. He needs tender luffing care frrrrrom Papa und Grrranda, but - yes - der liddle shtink pot vus a total brrrat last night! Und giff it some attention frrrom Papa und make it hot und plenty!"

[arkham-insanity]

Richard thought about what Agasa said....the detective was impulsive when it came to his emotions...especialy when it was this early in the morning.

"Yeah I guess your right Agasa" Richard finnaly said still staring down at Conan...."He is very little....but for someone so little he seems to find himself in big trouble" Richard looked up at Agasa...then back to Conan.
"Whats the deal..why is he wearing a diaper..I thought he was toilet trained?" Richard said still clueless as to what had gone on the night before.

[bobby]

"I AM TOILET TRAINED DORKO!" conan yelled, before he could control himself. He clapped his hands over his mouth and then giggled nervously, "Heh Heh, Daddy. I...uh...I wan't talking to you...of course...Heh...I was talking to that silly spider over your head. Silly, silly spider that thinks I'm not toilet trained...Heh HeH!"

"Rrrrichard," Agasa broke in, not really caring at the moment if conan was being fresh to Richard or Charlotte or whoever, "da liddle pisher chust vet himself. I shuspect that he vas neffer given the luvving care of a prrroper toilet trrrrraining. Vich you, as his Papa, und me as his Grrrrandpapa, is giffing da little vun now.

Last night ve had a verrrry big shmutz mess in the diaper. P.U....you vould not have liked to change it, but...you vill have to. Because as a doctor I am prrrescrrribing special bottle for you to feed your son...to make his shtumach more rrrrregular. You underrrstand, kiddo?"