Before I go into this next chapter I'm gonna make this very clear. I don't twist people's arms to read or acknowledge my work. You don't have to read my stuff. But I don't appreciate hate on my work. I've placed the warnings, this will be severely OOC for everyone involved in this fic. Ennis won't be the quick to snap jarhead he is in show, Derek won't be overly sourwolf-ish, and Stiles might not be as spazzy and I specifically don't want them that way as it's crucial to the story for them not to be. There will be infantilism. Yes that means at some point Stiles will be acting full on like a child to his surrogate "parents". If that is not something that appeals to you then don't read it. I'm not gonna change things around because a few people don't like it. This is my fanfic.

If I want to make a character OOC I can, I've given plenty of warning that that's what's going to happen so if you don't want to see that, then don't read this. If you aren't a fan of anything in this fic or my writing at all, then seriously don't freaking read it. I don't care what you like and what you don't like this is my fic, I'll write what and how I please. If I warn you there's gonna be content of a certain kind in my fics, then you've been warned and that's that. And as for the above I don't want any fighting in the reviews section. If you don't have anything nice to say don't freaking say it and move on with your day.

So to the reviewers who clearly didn't like the first chapter but still decided they were gonna just be rude, go somewhere else with your hate. No one needs it.

To Mjsmart2001 and the two guest reviewers, who left the so far only nice reviews, I will update as frequently as possible just for you guys. Thanks for the support, it's readers like you that keep me going.

Now that my horrific incident of rambling angrily is over, let's check in on Stiles.

Chapter Two: Feedings, Changes, and Playtime

Stiles woke up what felt like hours later to the sound of a music box twinkling lightly. He opened his eyes a bit pushing his ears out of his line of vision before looking up to see the mobile spinning above his head. He didn't even remember falling asleep. He sat up, spitting out the binky and looked around the room. The drapes were drawn so he couldn't tell what time it was but he was pretty sure it was early evening at best. He let out a yawn, wiping the drool that had escaped around the binky from his face before standing up and attempting to climb over the crib rails. The task was a bit hard as the crib had been sized specifically to his height and footed sleepers had no traction. He decided to ignore the fact that he was even in a pair, mentally noting to bitch at Derek later for that since it was probably his doing.

He had just barely managed to swing his leg over the side when the door opened and Ennis walked in, causing him to freeze like a deer in headlights. The bulkier wolf just sighed and quickly came to his rescue, picking him up and putting him down on the ground.

"You're lucky it was me and not Derek who came in." He said, crossing his arms with a smile. "He'd have flipped his lid. Not like he doesn't already."

"Where is Derek?" He asked, slightly surprised that it was Ennis and not him that had come to check on him.

"He had some errands to run. He'll be back soon though." He said. "Come on, I bet your hungry." He picked Stiles up, hushing him as he fussed a bit about being carried to the kitchen. He sat him down in the over-sized high chair near the table and fixed him some curly fries. "We can try a bottle at bedtime but Derek said something about you loving curly fries." Stiles nodded as he looked around the kitchen. He watched Ennis open up one of the cabinets and retrieve a plate shaped like a puppy and a red sippy cup.

He placed some of the fries on the plate and filled the cup up with fruit punch flavored pedialite and sat them both on the high chair tray. Stiles stuffed his face like he hadn't eaten in days and quickly drank down his juice, asking for more. By the time he was on his third plate of fries, Derek had come home with his pillow and some groceries.

"Welcome back babe." Ennis said with a smile, kissing him on the cheek. "You were right, kid's got a good appetite."

"He'd eat a whole three bags of curly fries if you let him." Derek said with a slight chuckle. "Did you get a chance to change him yet?" That simple sentence stopped Stiles dead in his tracks as he was stuffing more fries in his mouth while they continued to talk like he wasn't there.

"No, smelled dry when he woke up." Ennis said. "He'll have to get changed sooner or later. Probably before bathtime. Maybe again sometime tonight." Derek nodded in agreement and Stiles almost, almost said the safeword to get out of that but he didn't, figuring he had enough time to sneak off to the bathroom before they tried putting him to bed. Derek came over after setting down the groceries and sending Ennis upstairs to put Stiles' pillow in the crib and picked him up. He put him down on the floor in the living room in front of the large flat screen and put some toys on the floor for him to play with while he flipped through the channels to find some cartoons.

"Want some more juice Stiles?" He asked, patting him on the head. Stiles knew what he was trying to do but his mouth was still salty from the curly fries and so he nodded as he poked at the toys, mostly building blocks and toy cars. Eventually he started playing with the blocks, strategically building an impressive looking tower. "That looks nice Stiles." Derek said, setting the sippy cup down on the coffee table next to him. Stiles smiled a bit at the praise as he continued.

He spent a few hours with the blocks, eventually picking up the cars and playing with them too, especially a Tonka dump truck he used to haul blocks across the floor. While playing he had quickly drained his sippy cup which Derek was all too happy to fill back up when he asked. By the time eight o' clock had rolled around Stiles was practically trying not to squirm in his seat. If Derek and Ennis, who were sitting on the couch nearby watching a movie, had noticed they didn't say anything.

Stiles tried scooting away, bladder sloshing with each small shuffle towards the end of the couch and out of Derek's sight range. He almost made it, almost. He was just about to reach the end of the couch when Derek grabbed him. Stiles let out a whine, both in desperation and irritation at being grabbed and sat on the couch between the two. He shuffled nervously, of all movies they could watch why on earth were they watching Titanic? This had to qualify as torture somewhere.

By the one third mark of the movie Stiles was nearly in tears. His bladder was stretched to it's limit and he couldn't believe neither Derek or Ennis had said something. His constant whining was enough to at least spark concern in a normal person. They were purposefully ignoring him. They were waiting for the moment he lost control like a child. Well not if he had anything to say about it. He shakily stood up, ready to make a mad dash for the bathroom, yelling his safeword the whole way when the sudden upright position of his body put more strain on his already aching bladder and his body involuntarily let go, the diaper sagging between his legs as his face burned like a traffic light.

His brain didn't even register what had happened next, it was like he had either blacked out or was having an out of body experience or both. He felt someone pick him up and carry him upstairs and lay him down on something soft, whether it was Derek or Ennis or that something was the day bed or the changing table he didn't know. He was completely silent and still as the sleepers were taken off first and then the soiled diaper. He had pulled back into his own mind, trying to figure out just why the hell he had agreed to this. Why he was putting himself through this torture.

Derek put a clean diaper on him, worried when Stiles didn't even move, just stared blankly at the wall the whole time while he cleaned and changed him. He dressed him in a clean pair of pajamas and laid him down in the crib, hoping he was okay.

"He'll be fine Derek." Ennis said softly. "Let him rest for a bit. He might safeword out of this and if he wants to that's okay, but just give him a few minutes. He looks a little shaken up." After a concerned glance back Derek nodded and followed Ennis out, leaving the door open.

Stiles hugged himself and buried his face in his special pillow. Why on earth had he agreed to this?

Well another chapter down. Jeez this took a while to type...I'm losing my edge. I'm also a terrible person to Stiles right now. It'll get better for him though, promise. Anyway, thanks to those sticking around. You all are sweet peoples.

Also, as a side note, I'm now taking requests for prompts and stuff over here and over on Archive of Our Own so send me stuff. Yaoi mostly please unless you come to me with a really good prompt.