Cloth Diapers & Panties

Hello, everyone! This story is long overdue for an update, huh? Well, here it is! I hope you enjoy!  Chapter 25: Life on the Inside "I nominate Billy!" came Tank’s booming voice. There was a collective gasp from everyone in the room, and the look on Billy's face was priceless as he wheeled around. "Who the FUCK said that?" Billy looked at the other members with suspicion. He quickly locked eyes with Tank who smirked. Dr. Stannopoulis, undeterred, said, "Do I have a second?" Billy whipped his head around to stare at the doctor in shock. David raised his hand. "I second!" "You two!" Billy growled, clenching his fists. He turned to Dr. S. "...Doc! You can't let them do this! This is bullshit!" The director, stared Billy down with his cold gaze and said slowly, "Do not presume to tell me what I can and cannot do. Are there any other objections to this vote?" "I second the motion as well," said Jason raising his hand, and Billy shot him a look that could kill. "You too?! I should have known..." "Now this is interesting," the director, smiling a smile that made chills run up my back and probably had Billy pissing his pull-ups. "I guess we'll have to allow it, then." Billy looked nervously over toward the good Doctor Windelmann who was clapping with glee. "Oh my, Spritzer... I sink ve may haff anozzer subject to casseterize tonight! I could do it right in the brand new bassroom." Billy shook his head emphatically. "Show of hands," said Dr. S., not seeming to care one bit about Billy's preference on the matter. Suddenly, there was a sea of raised hands. I was amazed, and touched to see how everyone followed Tank's lead to put Billy the bully in his place. Then again, I was sure Billy hadn't made many friends with his toxic behavior. "Very well. Then by the power vested in me, I now proclaim Billy the new house baby!" "B-b-but this isn't possible! I signed a contract!" Billy was clearly looking desperate. "Yes, you did," said Dr. S., smiling and holding up a piece of paper. "You agreed to work for me in exchange for leniency with the dean's office. In exchange, it was up to me whether you could be reformed through leadership training or... other methods... Looks like it's time to activate that special C.A.B.S. clause." "No!" said Billy, who was now throwing a full on tantrum as his robes were stripped off of him by the other guys. “You can’t do this! Get off of me!” Billy the bully’s face was red and wet with snot and tears as he yelled and fought, but he was no match for five other men, who quickly subdued him and stripped him down to his pull-ups, which he had already wet at some point. It took several professional looking medical restraints to get him manageable enough to lead out of the room. "Come on, little von," said the Doctor, putting a friendly arm around the bound and struggling Billy. "Let's get you all fitted for your stent, hmmm? Zat way you can make pee pees all the time like a gut boy!" Several of the brothers followed Billy and Dr. W. out of the basement on their way to do some permanent modifications to the new baby. Daddy looked down at me and nodded toward the door, but I shook my head. "No, I don't want to watch." I wasn't nearly as sadistic as Billy. The whole thing was rather sad, if well deserved. "Well, that was exhilarating," said the director, clapping two hands together. "Why don't we all go upstairs for some refreshments? Maybe we can tour the nursery once our charge is all settled in." ***** I was carried all the way up to the main floor by Daddy, which I was pretty much used to by now. With a quick peck on the cheek from Daddy, I was let down to wander the house on my own. Freedom! This felt freer than I had been all week, but I didn't really know what to do with myself once I was free. People were milling about in the spacious living area, a nice fire already going in the fireplace. There was a stag head above the mantel which I hoped was fake, an elegant pool table, beautiful polished wood floors. A raucous game of beer pong was afoot amidst tufted leather couches and shelves of leather-bound books that I doubted anyone there would read anytime soon. This was going to be my home for the next four years. It all looked very nice, but I wondered about just who - or what - had paid for all this opulence and grandeur. As I wandered around, I noticed I was getting a lot of attention from the other members. As shy and nerdy as I was, I somehow ended up with a group of friendly looking guys who looked way too cool to talk to a diaper dork like me. One of them had a backward baseball cap with blonde hair sticking through the opening, and he looked down at me and smiled. "Hey, cutie! Can't wait to babysit ya! What do you say about sitting in my lap and getting some rubbies? It's my specialty. Hehe." He looked over to an empty tufted couch and nodded in its direction. "Ehhh..." I hesitated, not wanting to sit in anyone's lap but Daddy's. "Ignore Ace, he thinks he's cooler than he is," said a handsome guy with long hair, mocha colored skin, and a pendleton jacket. "How about you come hang out with me? I have a deluxe suite upstairs. Super comfy and perfect for snuggles..." I shifted from foot to foot and kneaded the top of my diaper. Snuggles sounded nice, but I would really have preferred them from Tank. "Hey cutie, do you vape?" asked a stoned looking guy in a beanie. He held a vape thing in my face and I looked up at him, confused. The three guys began to squabble amongst themselves. "Bro, don't give the baby that!" "Come on, dude, it'll be hilarious!" "I'll take that," said Tank, grabbing the vape out of the guy's hand. "Not for babies. And no, you're not getting it back." "Aw man," said the stoner dude, looking disappointed. "I think the little one has had a busy day, guys. Tell you what, if he wants to 'snuggle' with any of you, he'll let you know. I'm calling dibs on this little cutie for tonight." Max did not look pleased. "Hey, that's not fair! You can't hog him all to yourself!" One look from Tank and I could visibly see Ace shoving the words back into his mouth. The three guys quickly cleared out, walking away and/or apologizing profusely. Tank's protective streak had come out once again, which made me blush but also felt pretty good, to be honest. "Geez, Papa Bear," said David, punching Tank in the arm as he walked up to the two of us. "Take it easy." "Sorry," said Tank, picking me up. "I just don't like to take any chances when it comes to my little guy." "Daddyyyy," I squealed, hugging him and burying my blushing face in his chest. "What? Did you want to snuggle with one of them, sweetheart? Because it's totally cool if you do... but only if you-" "No," I said quietly, shaking my head. "Just you." Although it was just a whisper, I could feel Tank's body tremble at hearing that statement. He looked down at me with the biggest smile I had seen in days and his eyes were glistening. "You're so sweet I could eat you up, kiddo," he blurted out. And he did just that, holding me up in his arms and gobbling my tummy, causing me to have a giggle fit until I was soaked and exhausted. It didn't matter that everyone in the house could see us. Tank took up all my attention and made it easy to forget what a spectacle we were making. When he was finished, I lay there in his arms all tuckered out. Tank turned to David and asked, "What's up with Billy?" That got a grin from David. "Oh, he's well taken care of. He's retrained and padded in the bouncer with an intensive programming session going on in VR. You wouldn't believe how fast the doctor set him up. Shoved the stent right up his peehole like it was nothing. I would've joined you guys sooner but I had to make a stop at the, *ahem*, bathroom to take care of... something." "Yeah, I'll bet," said Tank, smirking, as David blushed hard. "Pervert." "Hey!" David said with a sheepish shrug."I likes what I likes. And you should be one to talk, Papa Bear." Tank blushed slightly and said, "I, er, that's different! I'm completely innocent. I just didn't want the little guy getting overwhelmed is all." "You've got it bad, Tank, my man. Whether you want to admit it or not. And don't think we can't all see how happy you get when you're with your boy. Not with what you're packing..." "I mean..." Tank shifted uncomfortably, and I could feel his tube steak pressing into my back even being held at chest-height as I was. "Chill man, I'm only teasing. You two look like you need a rest after such an eventful day." Tank didn't have to be told twice. Before I knew it I was whisked away to his room upstairs. And tonight, I was very happy to be going to bed with Daddy. ***** The next morning, I got my first look at the nursery, where Billy was supposedly staying from now on. "Let's take a look inside," said Tank, with barely hidden excitement. "I'm not going to sleep there, am I, Daddy?" I asked, looking up at my big Daddy who had once again insisted on carrying me. "No, sweetheart, you get to stay with me," said Tank, kissing my head. "You'll only stay here when I'm in class and you need a nappy nap." "I guess that's okay," I said reluctantly. I knew I would have to sleep in the crib sometimes - even Tank's room had a crib in case he had a date over or something. Everyone's room did, though some had used an optional addition of bars on the top to make it more like a puppy cage instead. "Let's see how Billy is doing," said Tank. "He'll have a lot of company here soon enough, but for now it's just him in the nursery." We walked in and approached the first crib by the entrance. I gasped as I caught sight of Billy and the sound surprised him, causing him to drop his toy blocks. There was my big bad bully looking all of three years old now as he stood there in his bulging shortalls gripping the oversized crib rails with a pout on his face. When realized it was us, his face went bright red, and he tried to hide, but we could still see his diapered butt sticking out from under the pillow. Was he really that timid? Why was he trying to hide like that? Could this really be the same Billy that bullied me all week? It seemed laughable that I was ever afraid of this guy. "Uh oh! Where did he go?" asked Tank in a surprised voice. "Well, if baby Billy isn't here, I guess I can't let him out of the crib to go to breakfast on his own. We'll just have to put out a search party to find him and make sure he's nice and secure for the rest of the morning so this doesn't happen again." Billy slowly backed out from under the pillow, frowning. "No." "Is that all you have to say, little man? No?" Billy crossed his arms and sat on his butt, before making a funny face and hopping off his butt, blushing. I knew exactly what he must have felt at that moment - I had had plenty of experience with my own anal stretching ring. "So the doctor put that ring in your butt after all huh?" asked Tank. "Shushes," said Billy, his cheeks burning. "Aww! Sounds like you got some verbal replacement training in already, buddy! That sounds a lot better than 'shut up'." "Just let me out," said Billy. "What's the magic word," said Tank, bouncing me and raising an eyebrow. Billy locked eyes with Tank, as if he were challenging the big guy. I could tell Tank was enjoying every second of this encounter, and to be honest, so was I. Finally, Billy looked down and said, "Please." "That's better," said Tank, reaching a hand out toward the crib rail, but pausing. "Oh, there's one more thing... I want you to apologize to Jimmy." Billy's eyebrows flew up and his face went even redder. He opened his mouth, clearly ready to cuss Tank out, but all that came out was cute baby words. "Fluff you, Tank! You're a big doodie head! This is your fault, Jimmy! You'll pay for this! I'm gonna push you in the tummy! Grrr!" I just looked back at him and said, "Awwww!" I couldn't help it! I just couldn't be scared of this babyish display of anger. Billy was... cute! Tank clucked his tongue and shook his head. "I think we'd better let this little one rest a little longer, Jimmy. Looks like Baby Billy's having a tantrum. Wave bye-bye, to the new baby, Jimmy." I waved bye as Tank carried me out of the crib room and down to breakfast. I couldn't help but smile. I'll admit I was experiencing a little bit of vindictive glee at seeing Billy get some of his own medicine, but also, he was super cute like this. Babyhood would be much better for Billy. All the fuss over Billy almost helped me forget about my own situation stuck as a baby in the house, at least until I spotted the high-chair next to Tank's seat at the dining table. It was a stark reminder that I was not like the rest of the boys - men, actually - at the table. I blushed as I looked around and imagined Tank feeding me in front of everyone. "There will be a lot more little ones to keep you company later," said Tank, noticing my discomfort as he strapped me into the highchair, "but for now it's just you and Billy here, so you're going to be the center of attention for a while." I nodded and stared at my tray as he tied a big cute baby monkey bib around my neck. "I do have one bit of good news for you, though," said Tank, smiling as breakfast was served. "No more formula. You get to graduate to baby food!" I clapped at this news, smiling and wiggling in my diaper. I never thought I'd be so excited to be eating baby food, but here I was, pleased as punch to hear that I'd be fed honest to goodness baby food in my high chair by a man twice my size and only barely older. "That's right, baby boy! You'll get real big boy food! Let's see what is on the menu today..." Tank smiled big as my food came around, well they were plating everyone's food at the moment. "Mmmmm mmm! Oatmeal! Cinnamon raisin! Yum yum, little guy!" Looking at his face, I thought Tank was a little too excited about my breakfast - even more excited than me. I still didn't get why he liked to baby me so much, but I didn't have time to think on it very hard because the moment the bowl hit the tray, Daddy was at it with the spoon, motorboating his way to my mouth. Daddy's lips puckered out in a silly expression as he made plenty of motorboat sound effects to narrate the spoon's journey to my mouth. "Pbbbbbbbt! Here comes the motorboat!" I blushed deep as I noticed that everyone was looking my way. "Tank, please, you're making a scene-mmmmph!" "Ah, ah, ah!" he said, wiggling a free finger as he stuffed my mouth full of oatmeal. "That's Dada to you, mister. You know better than to call me by my big boy name!" I mumbled an apology through my oatmeal before swallowing it. Tank didn't seem too mad, though. He was smiling to himself and making more sound effects, already coming in for another round with motorboat number two. I sighed. Like it or not, I was the morning's entertainment. At least until Billy was brought in.

Camille stifled a giggle Madison was just being too cute looking like a little kid not wanting to go to school, still Madison had to wake up, "Sorry sweetie it's time to wake up unless you don't want to be a big girl and want to be a baby like Alice."

Maddison woke from a deep sleep; she had been having a wonderful dream—she remembered it was Monday—and, hearing the rustle of a diaper, she said, "Just five more minutes, Mommy."

Hey so 3 years ago when I set up this account I picked a username I don't really vibe with as much anymore. Any chance I could get it renamed to Volcanic Birth? Thanks in advance.

Idk. Either leftovers, ramen or pasta.