It wasn't a nightmare. Nightmares, well, you eventually wake up from nightmares.

Instead, Remy wakes once more to his own personal hell. Eyes fuzzy as he blinks them, he feels the weight of the blanket like a lead sheet. Beneath him, the bed lies stiff and uncomfortable (but safe for baby!). He wishes he could say he hasn't slept well for a week, but it seems like that's all he does now adays. Because of her.

How long had it really been? A month? A week? Days, minutes, seconds all bleed together as the fog on his mind comes and goes, lifting only in response to a diaper change or a feeding. In other words, in response to her.

On cue, the soft lights in the room switched on and he hurridely put all his efforts into rolling over, bringing himself to his knees. The formerly well built man fought tears of frustration as even just the very act of standing took an almost herculean effort. A ghost from the past whispers encouragement (come on baby, you're doing so well!) but his diaper, swollen and hanging low in his jammies, did him no favors. But he wouldn't face her on his back. He wouldn't give her that satisfaction.

"Phew, little lover! Mommy was a mite busy getting things ready, or else I would have come in and checked on you sooner! Bad mommy, bad!" she lightly chided herself, giggling that throaty laugh of hers. She was still wearing that damn dress. That sexy little number that had caught his eye in the smoky bar. It was the dress (and the body that filled it out) that had brought him over to her, even though in the wake of his team's superbowl victory, he might have had one too many in celebration. Where the prudent thing to do might have been to stay away, there was something about this woman, something magnetic. All that was gone now though. Where once the sight of her brought the stirrings of desire, now he was left with an almost primal fear and worse, a grumbling in his stomach that told him that not only was he hungry, but that the monster before him was his only source of nourishment.

"Are you still in there, big boy?" she asked, her back to him as she pulled a few items from below the changing table. It was obvious she didn't expect an answer and he couldn't give her one if he wanted to. His tongue, fat and heavy in his reduced state, could only cough out one word answers so garbled and so unlike the deep timber he had been proud of. "I hope so! This wouldn't be ANY fun if you left me so soon. Oh, and speaking of leaving, you can forget about that escape rope you made out of your blankets...momma knows alll about that little stunt. Wouldn't it be just horrible if you were to fall and just...hurt yourself terribly? Mommy would have to take you to the doctors and maybe leave you there, surrounded by all the other little toddlers. How long do you think you could hold up then, hmm? Listening to their crying each and every night. Having your droopy diapers changed by nurses and strangers. I don't think you'd last very long at all, lover. So please, no escape attempts."

Bad End YCH for  studly Thank you SO much for your patience! Much credit and thanks to  kircai for shading and coloring assistance. <3