Chapter Two: Clothes and Breakfast
Ed woke up the next morning feeling a bit uncomfortable. Being treated like a two year old starting...now. Ed groaned. When was Roy going to come in and start bottle feeding him and doing more embarassing things? Hopefully he forgot. He was starting to think this when Roy popped in the room carrying a diaper and some small clothes. Ed's eyes widened at the clothes. An orange and white striped shirt and khaki-pants. Roy started to reach for Ed's belt, when Ed pulled away and hugged his knees, pressed against the far edge of the bed.
Unfortunately, Roy wouldn't take no for an answer, and started to undo Ed's shirt instead. Ed struggled, but to no avail as the shirt was pulled on. Roy then moved toward Ed's belt. Ed tried to pull away, but Roy had a good grip on his pants and instead of having Ed escape, he easily slipped Ed out of his pants. Ed blushed as his boxers were yanked off and the diaper was slipped on. Roy sensed surrendur from Ed, and pulled the pants on, then stepping back to admire his handiwork. Ed glared as Roy smirked at him.
"Now let's get your breakfast." Roy said as he went into the kitchen. (Their at Roy's house now.) Ed was left in the room now, thinking about what a two year old would eat. Well, two year olds are currently teething, so they can't really eat. So what would happen now? He heard Roy come back, holding a bottle of...MILK!?! Ed was speechless. Roy walked over to him, sat on the bed, and held Ed as if he was a baby. Ed growled. Roy tried to put the bottle in Ed's mouth, but Ed turned away in disgust.
"C'mon, Ed. Milk will make you big and strong, and turn you into a big boy!" Roy baby talked. Ed still wouldn't take it. So Roy had to work with another tactic.
"'You're short."
Ed then started to open his mouth to rant, but as soon as his mouth was open, Roy thrust the bottle into Ed's mouth. Ed tried to push it out, but to no avail as Roy squirted the milk into Ed's mouth. Ed had no choice but to swallow. Roy squirted a few more times, until all the milk was gone. Ed gagged when the bottle was finally out of his mouth. He then felt Roy fling him over his shoulder. Roy landed two firm pats on his back, and a loud burp came from Ed. Roy sat Ed and himself on the bed. "You're gonna love this news Ed. Today, you're going to the zoo!" Roy exclaimed.
Ed gulped. This was not good. If he remembered, two year olds were transported by strollers. And since Roy actually put him in a diaper, he wasn't joking about this. If he was going to be treated like a two year old, he was going all the way. This was going to be a long two weeks.