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By littleben238 · Posted
"I take da baba fwom Daddy. Daddy maked me babas all da time. It Mommy Milk?" Mommy and Daddy give him bottles at the table all the time -
By lollygagger · Posted
A bat because I've always found them to be very interesting. I want to explore this more, because it has always been on the back of my mind. -
They haven't said anything but I assume it's the exact same as last time all around. -
By bigbabymikey1062 · Posted
"They're getting ready for bed. And so is Mommy. I know Mommy usually feeds you at bedtime, but do you think Daddy can give you a bedtime bottle this time? Since you have bottles, I want to feed you more" -
Chapter Forty The statement “From the mouths of littles” was not lost on John at all, being further compared to a child. But he felt like he at least succeeded in making one point to the bigs. They went back to talking and planning among themselves, and he was back to being a non participant. He watched and listened for a couple of minutes, but when it was blatantly obvious that they had moved on to talking about some sort of playhouse and solar panels, and then the bigs started talking about math and engineering. That part of the conversation was exactly as riveting to John as one would expect. So, already bored out of his skull, he took his drawing pad and pencils and put them on the chair next to his foot. Then while reaching down and trying to pull, pry, and twist his new stuffy, Argo McDerpus of the McDerpus Clan, out of the booster seat he realized that he felt warmth spreading in his diaper. A bit indignantly he looked at the wrist band that was stuck on his wrist and poked it a few times, not really sure how to make it do what he wanted. Finally a number showed up and he realized that he had no concept of time here. It was kind of cool not having to watch a clock all day and stress out about it, but it was also a bit odd having no responsibility for keeping track of time. His new Mommy kept track of time for him. He just had to let her know if he was hungry, or thirsty, or wet … or messy. His job was to just be … here. With a frown after a couple of minutes standing on the chair holding Argo to his chest, he realized that he was eventually going to have to come to terms with the rules and circumstances that had become his life. But he didn’t feel like dealing with that right now, so he slid off of the chair and started toward the living room, dragging Argo behind him. He made it two steps before he realized he realized he had to waddle horribly because his diaper was swollen. Looking back in the direction the big ones were he felt like asking for a diaper change right after making a valid and useful contribution would feel kind of demeaning. So he did his own waddle of shame to the living room carpet. And then he made the mistake of sitting down. Not being able to feel the rug underneath him through three inches of swollen padding was one thing. Not being able to stand back up was a bigger problem. With a frustrated sigh, he dropped Argo onto the floor, and laid halfway on top of him. This at least left him propped up with his butt in the air, hanging off of one side so that he could draw. What he started on this time completely clear in his mind. John drew the very first tree that he saw when he came through the rift. He could see it so clearly in his mind because it was the one that he stared at when he realized that the trees looked bigger. It helped that it had a strange part that grew straight up, and then turned and went to the right. It was a bit harder to draw a tree than he wanted to admit, but he took his time with it. He was so absorbed in his task that he barely registered when he felt warmth below a few more times. Finally finishing the tree, he started to add a hazy background, but could no longer ignore the clammy feeling he had coming from below. Where normally his diaper felt thick, and maybe warm, his skin always felt conveniently dry. And right now his skin down there did not feel dry, it was starting to feel damp. Pushing off of Argo, John tried to stand up. But the area at the very bottom of the diaper between his thighs had expanded outward side to side as much or more than it expanded down. He’d had trouble with the thick padding of the Rough Pups making him waddle when he got a little bit wet before. But this wasn’t a bit wet, and now he couldn’t get his knees anywhere closer than shoulder width apart. And even that took all of his strength for a moment! So staying there on all fours in front of the couch while he thought … John simply could not think of any way out of this situation with dignity. He needed a change. And he needed it now. “Hmm” he wondered quietly to himself in a whisper “If I call her over here they’ll all be looking at me. I can’t very well crawl over there because that would be humiliating.” “Ugh.” he finally conceded and started trying to crawl on hands and knees to the bedroom, deciding that he would crawl to there and then call for her to help him. Crawling in the saturated rough pup diaper was no small feat. If it were able to sell any more he’d barely be able to move at all! As it was, the more he moved, the more he couldn’t ignore the feeling of the padding squishing into him from all directions, from just below his belly button around to the small of his back. Everything was squishy pressure. It felt more weird than it did bad, but with every step it felt a bit worse. John made it to the back of the couch when he came into full view of Mr Mike. Mike took one look at him and stood up to walk over. It was all he could do to only close his eyes as the giant man walked closer. “Hey Big Man you … oh.” There were more footsteps and without even looking up, he could tell that he was the center of attention. All three bigs were standing around him, and from what he could tell they were looking at a crawling little with a diaper that felt like the size of a beach ball. It obviously wasn’t -that- big, but from the inside it certainly felt that big. As he saw Mom’s foot come into his view, he heard Agent Praefectus observe out loud “Oh, someone sprung a leak.” Mom’s knee came into view and she knelt down low to whisper to him “John, are you okay?” Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. John shook his head “I’m … no.” Slowly he felt himself being lifted up gently and cradled against her chest. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’… John buried his face against her shoulder. To his credit, he didn’t cry, but he also couldn’t speak. So he rested his head against her shoulder as she carried him to the bedroom and sat him up on the changing table with an audible squish, the swollen diaper pushing his knees out almost 45 degrees. Instead of saying anything at first, she seemed to prioritize comforting him by leaning over and pulling him into a hug. After his breathing sort of slowed down, she asked quietly. “Hey, usually if you’re wet you come get my attention, so I can change you. Did you not want to come let me know you were wet?” John simply shook his head. She asked more “Was it because we were busy?” Again, he shook his head. “Well, you can tell me what is wrong. We can’t fix these things unless we talk about them.” With a deep breath and a sigh, John finally admitted “I didn’t want to look like a baby.” “Oh my sweet little John.” Mommy kissed him on the forehead now “You’re not a baby, and no one here thinks of you that way. You have some challenges that we do not, and that is all perfectly normal.” He just sort of nodded along, obviously a bit spaced out. She used a finger to tap him on the cheek until he looked up into her eyes before adding. “Please don’t ever feel bad about the challenges you have for being so small. Besides, taking care of you and making you happy makes me happier than you know.” Managing a sort of a weak smile, he nodded. And she quickly laid him back and stripped him out of his wet clothes and then scrubbed him down with a couple of baby wipes before finally laying him down to start on the diaper change. Curiosity got the better of him as he looked to see that the swollen object she balled up still looked kind of big, even in her large hands. These things swelled up more than he had realized! Instead of being told to lift, John was tiled up by his ankles and scrubbed thoroughly with wipes all over, tilted, scrubbed more, and then ultimately held up while the mat underneath him was scrubbed. Finally lowered onto the table, Mommy then made a big production of holding up three different diapers. Obviously he was expected to pick one, but with his wrists above him, he couldn’t point to one so he asked “Little Pup, please.” In no time she had a more generous than usual amount of powder on him and had him taped into a little pup. Being hoisted up, naked but for the diaper, he was pulled into a hug, given a big kiss on the forehead, and found himself placed on the floor in front of the dresser. “Now.” Mommy explained “Usually I let you pick, but right now I want to put you in a cute shirt and shortalls, so that we can take the shortalls off and throw a blankie over you when you take a nap later. So arms up!” With a mute nod, he held up his arms and a red shirt with a dinosaur on it was pulled onto him, and then he found himself stepping into shortalls that were snapped onto him. With a light swat on the bottom with a humorously muffled thump sound, he was sent back to the living room while she got his wet clothes bundled back up. The sight when he made it to the door made him stop on the spot. Agent Praefectus had a wet rag from the kitchen and was wiping up some drips that he had left, and Mr Mike had a dry towel and was drying the floor behind him. He had wanted to look mature and avoid feeling embarrassed, and now they were all cleaning up his pee. His shoulders slumped and stood there staring, feeling tears trying again to push past his eyes. Mommy stepped around him in her way to carry some clothes to the laundry room. And all of this left John alone to wallow in his own misery. Trudging past the two men, he flopped back onto Argo and just stared at the drawing of the tree that he saw when he first came through the rift and tried to not cry. ~~~~~~~~~~ (I'm sorry, I had to divide this in half for editing. I'm a little sick and shaky right now.)
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