A warning. This story is a lot darker then anything I've written before. Forced ABDL, omutsu, sissification, and things of that nature. But there are also strong mentions of depression, drugs, and deprivation. I wouldn't say this is an experiment. But I guess I just felt like doing something a bit different then what I usually do. If you can't handle this sort of thing, then please read something else, or leave my page. Whichever you'd like better. Have a nice day!

'For goodness sake, where is that bloke?' Oliver stared out the window, watching the sidewalk carefully. This evening was going to prove to be very special, and he didn't want to have to wait a single second longer! Today, Francois was coming by~ It taken a good deal of convincing to get him to come over, but he had finally managed it! He had something he wanted to show him today. Something very special. Something Oliver had been preparing for months on end. And it was finally time to show him! Oliver sighed wistfully as he leant against the window frame. Today, he would finally be obtaining something he had longed for, for such a long time. And that something, was a baby! Oliver smiled a bit as he thought about it. A little one who depended on him for everything, and loved him unconditionally. It was just so darling to think about. But there was just one teensy weensy little problem. One that would certainly get in his way.

Oliver was male. He could not conceive a child by himself. He needed a lover. But he imagined no girl would take too kindly to only being taken in to bare a child. He had done a lot of thinking over the past few months about what to do. And he came to realize something. He could still make a baby if he wanted to. Just...not in the traditional sense. All he needed, was a willing participant. It wouldn't be a real baby of course, and he knew that. But when he thought about it a bit more, perhaps this would be just a bit better then an actual baby! He wouldn't have to worry about them growing up, and he wouldn't have to put up with certain expenses or the stress that often came with being a father. All he had to worry about was keeping his little one fed, clean, and happy. Wouldn't this just be grand? But of course, there was one more teensy weensy little problem. He realized that. No one in their right mind was likely going to agree to help him out. So he was going to have to take matters into his own hands. So now, it was just a matter of being patient. François would be here any moment now.

He didn't have to wait too much longer thankfully. The dirty-blonde man came down the sidewalk, hands in his pockets, and not really looking anywhere in particular. Oliver jumped to his feet and hurried to open the door, waving him over. "There you are silly! Do you know how long you kept me waiting?" He called to him. François shook his head as he approached him.

"You couldn't have just waited for me? Why do you have to shout while I'm still twenty feet away from your house?" he asked. Oliver chose not to answer, only smiling widely. So Francois only sighed. "Anyways, what was it you were wanting to show me?"

"Right! Just follow me, and you'll see soon enough!" Oliver tried to take Francois's hand, but he was quickly shaken off. So Oliver just shrugged it off for now and let François down the hallway. Grumpy as usual he was. Perhaps that was one of the main reasons he chose him for his little 'experiment.' He didn't often hold conversations with him, because he always secluded himself from everyone. He was such a sour fellow, he always had been. Yet, for some reason, Oliver always found himself staring. He wanted to turn that frown, upside down. He could still clearly remember those days spent, gazing over Allen's shoulder as those spoke with one another, just staring at the quiet man. He couldn't help but wonder why he had such a negative view on the world. Well, whatever the reason, maybe Oliver could improve that sour attitude. At least he could try!

"So, I've been working on a little something for awhile. Something just for you! As sort of a...present you might say."

"Oh? What's the occasion?" François asked, glancing around the house. He hadn't really been here in awhile.

"Mmm, it's hard to say," Oliver hummed, hoping to avoid the question. "I suppose it's a bit of a 'cheer-up' present. Something to help you." He giggled. "Well, actually, I suppose you're helping me, more then I'm helping you. I hope that's not too selfish."

Francois raised an eyebrow. "What does that mean? What sort of present is this? What is a 'cheer-up' present?"

"Um...you'll find out soon enough. Just be patient," Oliver said. "That's enough questions for now okay? I don't want you ruining the surprise!" Francois shook his head. In all honesty, he didn't know what to expect. Oliver could be a bit unpredictable at times. Sometimes, he was so annoyingly cheerful, everything made him smile, and he ignored all the bad things. And other times, he was strongly moody. He wore a pout on his face all day, and almost nothing could make him happy again. He could never predict what would trigger these mood swings. It was rather concerning. Not because he cared about Oliver's wellbeing, but more so because he hated what resulted from these mood swings. When he was happy, he seemed to expect everyone else to be. He tried to encourage everyone to smile just as he did. And when he was in a foul mood, it seemed like everything annoyed him. And he didn't care about anyone or anything. It was too irritating. Francois scratched his chin. As of late, he had noticed something. These pouty moods seem to come by a bit more often then they had before. Two times a week almost, which was fairly out of character for him. Well, he supposed it was better then him being so God damned happy all the time.

"I think..." Oliver suddenly said. "Yes, I think I should explain myself just a bit before I show you your present dearest," he hummed. "Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll be so terribly confused." Oliver's smile was wide and his eyes glimmered with eagerness. It would seem he was more excited to show Francois, then he was to see it. "I'm not sure if you've noticed lately, but I've been just a little...out of sorts lately," Oliver began.

"Have you now? I didn't realize," Francois said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. Oliver just giggled in return.

"Silly. Anyhow, I'm afraid I've had quite a bit on my mind lately. That's been the cause for my rather uncouth mood as of late. But I think with your help, I'll be able to feel a bit better. More like myself again!"

"I thought this was a 'cheer-up' present for me," François pointed out.

"Oh it is, it is!" Oliver insisted. "Well, I suppose it's more of a present for me, and for you. It will make us both happy!"

"What made you think I was unhappy?"

"Oh come now, it's written all over your face!" Oliver huffed. "You've always had such an awful perspective on the world, and it's so terribly depressing," he frowned a little and tried to take his hand again. But once again, he was shooed away. "Don't think I haven't noticed, you've been even more gloomy then usual lately. Why is that?" He didn't answer. "Well...in any case! Whatever the reason, I'm sure I'll be able to bring a big smile to your face today! So long as you give me the chance, alright?"

François only shrugged. He knew he had been acting off lately. He didn't really think there was too much of a reason behind it though. Or, nothing that could be easily explained to someone like Oliver anyways. He sighed a bit, already in a foul mood. Well, as soon as Oliver was finished with him, he could head on home anyways. So the sooner he showed him the present, the sooner he could get out of here. After a little bit, Oliver paused in front of a door. "Here we are! Right behind this door, is the little present I made just for you~ I hope you like it!" And then, he opened the door to show him what lie behind it.

Francois had to take a moment to take everything in. What in the world was all this? Behind the door, Oliver was showing him what looked to be a nursery. A nursery with a pink and white theme all around. A large crib with white wood, with a matching white dresser, and what looked to be a changing table, with a soft and pink covering on the top. A cabinet with glass doors was off to the side, and inside, he could see what looked like diapers. With little pink or purple designs and other such things. The crib had lots of stuffed animals inside of it and a soft blanket. Hanging above it, was a little mobile of rabbits. And decorating the walls were wall stickers, little things like unicorns and Hello Kitty. It looked like a nursery for a bay girl. Or...maybe not a baby. The crib and changing table looked much too big for someone as small as a baby. They could slip through the bars, or fall from the table. So then, this was by no means for a baby. And for a moment, he was confused. But slowly, he began to put the pieces together.

He heard the door shut behind him, and warily turned around. "Oliver? What is this?" he asked.

"Do you like it? I made it all by myself!" Oliver said proudly as he stepped closer. "It's your very own nursery Francois!" He chuckled softly. "Like I said before, your helping me, just as I'm helping you! You see dearest, remember how I told you I've had quite a bit on my mind lately?" Oliver asked. "Well, I'll tell you what that something was~ You see, I think I've been having a bad case of empty-nest syndrome. Even since Allen grew up, it's been terribly lonely. I wanted a chance to fill the house with laughter once again! I found it terribly disappointing how independent a child Allen was when he was young. Even as a tot, he never asked or wanted for much. He did so much all by himself." Francois felt a chill go up his spine when he saw how he grinned. "He was such an ungrateful child he was. As soon as he didn't need me anymore, he flew from the nest without looking back. Not that he needed much in the first place anyhow. That's not what raising a child is all about! Or, at least not to me it isn't."

"Well it's a shame you weren't happy. But what does any of this have to do with me?"

"Well if you would listen silly, you would find out," Oliver chuckled. "It's not that I wasn't happy. I was just a bit disappointed is all. And I suppose it's gotten me a bit down as of late. I know Allen grew up quite awhile ago. But still, I've never stopped thinking about it." Oliver sighed wistfully. "Ever since he grew up, I knew I wanted to be a daddy again. But I wanted things to go just a little differently. For once, I want someone to depend on me. Need me and stay with me. I know I could make my baby so happy! I'd be a great daddy! I wanted a baby more then anything. But as you know, it wouldn't be east to get one." He smiled widely. "And that's where you come in!"

Francois had a bad idea as to where this was going. Surely Oliver didn't plan to do what he thought he was planning on doing. "How? I can't give you a baby, you know that as well as I do."

"That's not true!" Oliver said. "Well...partially not true anyways," he shrugged. "I told you I wanted to make you happy right? Well, whose happier then a baby? I suppose what I'm trying to say is that, I want you to be my baby François!" he said, spreading out his arms with a flourish. As though this was the grand reveal. "Let me take care of you François. We'll have such a wonderful time! I'll do everything! I'll give you wonderful food and something new to wear every single day! You don't have to worry about work or the other nations. Nothing at all! You can just leave everything to me."

"As tempting as that may sound," François said sarcastically, "I'm going to have to decline. I have no interest in that sort of a thing. I don't care what sorts of things you do in your spare time, or what kinds of things you're into. But don't try and drag me into them," he said calmly. He made it clear that he wasn't interested. But Oliver frowned.

"Oh come now. Don't go and put all my hard work to waste. I spent so long putting this together. Just for you!" He ran his fingers along the white wood of the crib. It was only then that François noticed the old cuts on his fingers. Had those come from building this place.

"Well, you're going to have to find someone else. Why don't you ask Flavio, or Matt?" he offered.

"Haha, you're willing to sacrifice you're own son for me?" Oliver asked.

"Please, you know he isn't my child. He was my underling. That's all."

"It would seem you and I have different views on our little ones huh? Allen was my child, and Matt was your underling huh? I wonder if that's why you don't like the idea of this. You just don't have a good view on family in general. Or, you simply don't care about it at least."

"No," François sighed with a shake of his head. "Frankly, I just think this whole this is ridiculous. It has nothing to do with my view on family. You're looking at things much too deeply. Idiot." Oliver ignored his insults, laughing softly.

"Well, whatever the case, this is going to help you feel very good~ So, why don't we get you into a nice little nightie, and a nappy as well. Then we can give you your supper, and afterwards, it's bedtime! If you're a good boy, you can have a story as well before you go to sleep. Won't that be just grand?"

"For you maybe. I've already told you, I have no interest in this sort of a thing. So you can just asks someone else." Oliver viably began to wither at his words. The little fantasy he had put together in his head, the sanctuary he had created, was being taken apart.

"B-But wait! You can't just say no without giving me a chance! I worked so hard on this! I did all of this for you! Please, you can't just say no!"

"Just watch me," Francois said, sounded irritated. He shook Oliver off when he grabbed his shoulder, and walked to the door. He let himself out of the nursery. Oliver sighed sadly. He had a bad feeling this would happen.

'That Francois. He speaks like he can intimidate people. It's about time he learned a lesson in manners. Or at least learn to be grateful for the blessings he is given.' Oliver approached the dresser and opened the top drawer. He had something in here that was for a scenario just like this. 'I really didn't want to have to do this. But he leaves me no choice. This is all for his own good after all. He'll be thanking me later.'

François went down the stairs, and towards the front door, searching his pockets for his lighter. Leave it to Oliver to waste his time like this. He had always been a rather annoying person. He had enough of this crap. He paused just outside the door as he hunted around in his pockets. Where in the world was that damned lighter? He wasn't aware of Oliver, quietly sneaking up on him from behind. He heard a soft sorry, and was about to turn around. But before he could, an arm went around his head, and something was placed over his nose and his mouth. There was a rather pungent odor on the cloth, and he squirmed. He couldn't recognize this, but he had a sinking feeling in his gut. Was he trying to know him out?! Was this chloroform?! François began to struggle, trying to break free from his grip. But Oliver was determined. Oliver knew, contrary to popular belief, it didn't take simply a single inhale to knock someone out. It took a few minutes of breathing it in to do so. So he braced himself against his struggle, keeping one hand over the cloth, and his other arm around François's neck. It was a bit difficult, as François was a bit taller then him. But he did his best. He wasn't about to let his hard work go to waste. Oliver began to stumble a nit as he thrashed. A side table was knocked over, and a vase dropped to the ground, spilling water across the carpet. His heel slammed into the wall, making him cry out. And Francois even managed to grab at his pale colored hair. Oliver winced as a few strands were torn from his scalp.

Before long, he could feel his struggling becoming easier to resist, and his body grow more and more limp. He stopped shouting, and his violet eyes rolled to the back of his head. And before long, his body grew slack against Oliver's, motionless. Oliver panted softly as he supported his limp body, trying to catch his breath. Goodness, if he would just listen to him and come along quietly, none of this would have happened. He dropped the cloth to the ground, and place both arms under François's arms. "Goodness, aren't you slender?" Oliver chuckled as he dragged him away. "I'm sorry things had to be this way. But please understand, this is for your own good. This will help you, I promise. You'll see, I know you will. Just you wait François Everything is going to be okay."

That evening, as the moon rose high into the sky to greet the stars, Oliver found himself standing in the nursery once again. He leaned on the railing, peering inside at the little one inside. He kept François out for the rest of the afternoon as he got him properly dressed. He was too tired to make dinner afterwards, so he decided to leave it for now. So now, Francois rested inside the white crib. The only light in the room, was the illumination that came from the moonlight coming in through the window, past the soft curtains. The light just barley made the young man inside the crib visible. Soft, white, and large mittens with pictures of kittens on them over his hands, tied close with a ribbon. A soft, and dark blue footed sleeper rested on his slender body, with a soft nappy underneath. A blue pacifier was in his mouth, and held there with a blue ribbon, tied around his head. It was almost like he was in restrains. But...cute ones~

Oliver took the pink comforter, and tucked it around his body. Then, he kissed two of his fingers, and gently pressed them against his forehead. "Sleep tight lovely," he whispered, careful not to wake him. "I promise, tomorrow is going to be so much better then today was. We'll have fun, just the two of us. I just pray that you'll be a good boy for me."