By this point it'd been nine days and Victor had stopped trying to escape, for the most part. He just simply dealt with the babying. He learned to view it more as him being pampered than being tormented.

After all, he was getting fed, bathed, almost waited on hand and foot. He felt like a King. He didn't even have to do much to get service.

"Hulk? Hulk?" he looked around, "I want to get out."

Hulk looked at him. He was relaxing on the couch. He had gotten pizza and was feeling slothish.

"Let me out! I want to get on the floor," Vic complained.

"Baby hush," he told him, "Hulk relaxing. Play with toys."

Victor glared at him and huffed, flopping against his pillows. He was ready to get out. He got a little more free realm over the house now and he liked to exercise it.

Hulk was too busy digesting to get up and take him out of the pen. He wanted to sleep this meal off.

Victor had other plans. He couldn't climb out unfortunately. But... He picked up his rattle and began to happily shake it. He loved that rattle.

Hulk groaned hearing the noise. That thing was irritating after the first twelve hours of hearing it, but after day three it was something completely different. And it smelled odd at times.

Victor smiled and played with it, biting it occasionally. Hulk stood and went to the pen, reaching down and taking it, "No noise. Naptime."

"That's mine!" he yelled when Hulk took it, "Give it back!" Hulk easily held it above him.

"No. Time for Baby nap," he grabbed his leg, making him lay down, "get toy back later."

Victor growled and threw his pillow at him, hitting him in the face. Hulk looked down at him.

"No throw," he scolded, "take nap."

Victor pouted and threw the other pillow, "I don't want a nap! I want my rattle!" Hulk narrowed his eyes and picked him up. "Wait! I changed my mind, I want to be in the pen!"

"Bad baby. Hulk said no throw," he stood him up and held the back of his shirt.

"Wait! Please! I'll nap!" Victor covered his bottom.

"No," he pushed his hands, "Baby no throw," he swatted him hard across his diapered bottom.

"Ah!" he flinched and pulled at the shirt. If he tore the shirt he was really in for it, "Ouch!"

"Baby listen to Hulk," he continued to swat him. Victor sobbed and tried to cover his bottom. He only gave him his normal minute, "Baby be good?"

Victor sobbed and rubbed his butt, nodding. Hulk rubbed his head and picked him up, setting him back in the playpen, "Naptime."