ChampTehOtter

Hi, everyone! I have a fun story I'd like to share with you. It was inspired by my thoughts about toy and, well, in a way, my feelings about being a toy for Daddy. Based on a certain franchise of caring bears 😉, I came up with this sweet little story. I'm very proud of it. I hope you like it!! ~<3 Champ Illustration by Lily (🐦@CrinkleBuns) Love-a-Bunch By Champ (Patreon.com/ChampTehOtter) Chapter 1: I Remember You There's one sad thing about toys: They're always bound to be more devoted to their owners than their owners are to them. Anyone who has a toy is bound to get bored and abandon it eventually, but a toy will never, ever forget its first owner. It's a little bit sad, but if you were to ask a toy, they would surely tell you that the brief time of intense joy - that moment in the spotlight of their owner's heart - was worth everything that came after. And most toys would have to be satisfied with just that. But what happens when their owner returns, and the toys decide that they aren't ready to be forgotten again? It was a question the fair citizens of Love-a-Bunch were pondering now, with the unexpected arrival of their old friend, Benjamin. Baby Bear came running into the castle, where all the other bears were asleep. ""He's here! He's here! Wake up, everyone! He's here!" "Who's here?" said Grumpy Bear, rubbing his eyes. Baby Bear's face was lit up like a Christmas tree. "It's Benji!" "Benji?!" said Cheery Bear practically falling out of his bunk when he heard that name. The room was instantly abuzz, and even Grumpy Bear's eyes took on a bit of that old magic sparkle once more as he jumped out of bed. "He's here!" they cried. "He's here!" It had been many years since they'd seen any sign of their former owner, but not for a moment did the other bears doubt Baby's words, because no one would ever joke about such an important event. As soon as they were awake and alert, the other bears sensed Benji too, and he was very close. Bears were bumping into each other and falling on their padded tushes as they ran around, practically beside themselves with excitement and urgency. "Is my diaper on straight?" "How is my fur?" "Bears, bears!" said Softheart, clapping his paws together. "Get a hold of yourselves! We need a plan. Benji could be here any minute!" "Plan? What's the plan?" The bears all wondered. Softheart smiled. "We need to plan an adventure." "An adventure, yes, yes!" Everyone liked that idea. Adventures were familiar territory for them. "We can go out to the feeling forest and learn about feelings," said Softheart Bear. "No, no," said Cheery Bear. "Everybody knows Benji's favorite place is Sunshine Meadows. It's perfect for a picnic!" "How about a tour of our newest developments in Love-a-Bunch technology?" asked Smart Bear. "That's too boring," said Grumpy Bear, crossing his arms. "An adventure should have some kind of problem or danger, or at least something new..." The room was a clamor of competing ideas until Softheart spoke up. "I've got it! I know just the thing..." ***** Benjamin Briggs hadn't been home in a very long time. It wasn't for lack of trying; his parents had simply refused to speak to him ever since they had discovered that he was gay. Now, the time had come for Ben to return home, though not in the way that he had hoped. "Just when I thought I had gotten over them, they have to go and do a thing like this," Ben said, putting the rental car in park on the big circular cobblestone drive. He stared up at his childhood home, empty now. As grand and imposing as ever despite that fact. Ben had told the lawyers to just liquidate everything, but that just wasn't how it worked. He had to go in person for some stupid reason and look over the property at least once before giving his handshake and signature to sell the estate. A woman in a pencil-skirt and a blouse was there to meet him when he rang the doorbell. "Hey, there! Thanks for coming," she said, in a soft voice, her eyebrows knitted in a sympathetic frown. "Let's just get this over with," said Benjamin, brushing past her as he walked inside. The woman, Molly, seemed to look off as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. By the time she had turned to follow him, her look of concern was gone. "I know. It's a big inconvenience to come out all this way. We'll have you out of here in no time, kay?" True to her word, they went from room to room quite quickly. Benjamin kept expecting to find memories in the house like old traps. Some possession. A picture. Anything. But no. It was clear that Ben's parents had taken pains to erase all traces of their gay son from their lives. That is, until he got to the nursery. He didn't expect it to be anything special to him, but when Molly pushed open the door, time stopped. "This is..." He stepped in, enchanted, "It's all here... they haven't changed a thing..." "That's good," said Molly, giving her most agreeable nod, while eyeing the door. "Shall we go on to the next room?" "Not yet," said Benjamin, slowly, as he looked around. "I... I need a moment." "Of course," she said. She could tell he was only half listening at this point - lost in his own world. "I'll be outside when you're ready." The enthralled young man didn't even respond as Molly stepped outside, smiling to herself. “There’s always something that gets them," she said when she was out of earshot. “Even for the hardest of hearts.” Benjamin stared, speechless. They had kept everything from before he was outed. He picked up his teddy bear from the bed. "Stuffles... I remember you..." He looked over to the toy chest. "Oh! My train set! Is it still inside?" He rushed over to it, delighted to see that it was still there, as new as the day he had last touched it. Benjamin's childhood hadn't been all bad. Here was a happy place with happy, joyful memories. Benjamin smiled as he looked around. That's when he saw it, still sitting there in its charging base. "I can't believe it! My first haptic VR set. Now this takes me back." Ben picked it up, marveling at the simplicity of the device. It was easy to strap on to his head, and came with a set of one-size-fits-all gloves that had sensors in the fabric. Most families could never afford such a luxury, but for wealthy parents with little time on their hands to raise a child, it served as a perfect teacher and babysitter. "I wonder if it even works..." Ben inspected the visor. His eyes lit up as he saw that it was in standby mode. He clicked the power button and the light blinked on. He placed the visor up to his eyes and gasped. "It works! And it's still loaded up with all my old games as well! I wonder if..." He looked around the nursery sheepishly as if expecting Molly to walk in at any moment. "Ah, what the heck. I'll give it one last look before I have to say goodbye." Benjamin put the headset in, flexed his fingers in the haptic gloves, and selected his still-active instance of Love-a-Bunch. ***** "Hello? Anyone there?" Benjamin had wondered what he would find after such a long running instance. He was expecting to drop right into the Hall of Happiness and see the 'Love-a-Bunch Bears'. Instead, Ben found himself disoriented and wandering, engulfed in a dense white fog. He could swear that his favorite program was more colorful than this. Games had been a bit more creative back in the day, though, and older AI tended to be a bit less predictable. Maybe the bears were just hiding. Maybe it was a game! “Are you playing with me? Where did everyone go? Oof!" Benjamin called out. Suddenly, he felt something soft bump against his waist and heard a loud crinkle. He looked down. As the fog cleared, he saw a familiar friend hugging him, though they weren't quite as big as he remembered them. "Benjamin! Thank goodness you're here!" came Cheery Bear's familiar voice. "After all these years I never thought I'd see you again..." "It's been a long time," said Ben, looking at the adorably diapered bear. "It's good to see you." He saw more bears waddling over now as the fog continued to dissipate. "And you too Softheart! And you, Smart Bear! And even you, Grumpy." "Even me, he says," said Grumpy, crossing his arms but unable to keep from smiling. "Wait a second. Can this really be Benji?" asked Softheart, practically falling over in surprise. "He's so big!" "Yeah! What gives?" asked Grumpy bear, tilting his head and rubbing his chin. "Why aren't you wearing your playsuit, or your... oh my gosh, you're not even diapered!" "Oh, this just won't do," said Softheart, shaking his head and rubbing his temples. "Friends! Friends!" said Benjamin. "It's alright. I am bigger now. Because I'm a grown-up." "What?! That's impossible!" said Grumpy Bear. “You’re pulling my leg!” "It's the truth," said Ben. "Guys," whispered Smart Bear. "Stick to the script..." "Oh, right! Well, grown-up or not, welcome back, Benji, to Love-a-Bunch!" Softheart stepped aside as the last of the fog cleared to reveal a dramatic landscape - the whole of Love-a-Bunch as viewed from the Love-a-Bunch Castle Concourse. "Oh my goodness," said Ben, stepping forward to admire the technicolor vista below them. "It's... it's all there... There's Baker Bear's shop, he said, pointing to the main thoroughfare... and Sunshine Meadows off in the distance... oh... and that dark cloud in the distance must be Hard Heart's domain." Ben was completely entranced, but as he continued to admire the vista he noticed some things were amiss... "Oh, but the shops... they're mostly shuttered... is the town still asleep?" "Well, it has been a long time..." said Softheart, softly. "It's been years...” said Cheery Bear, looking a little sad. “Why didn't you ever visit?" "Well, it's a long story," said Benjamin, scratching the back of his head. He realized he was getting in a little too deep. These days most programs had emotional limiters to keep the user from getting too hooked in, as well as the AI, but old tech like this... "Well, it doesn't matter now, Benji," said Softheart. "What matters is that you're here. And you're just in time too!" This was Smart Bear's cue. “That’s right, Benjamin! The witch of Apathy is planning to take all the love from Love-a-Bunch! We simply must stop her, and only you can-“ Ben cut in. "I won't be here very long, I’m afraid. I just wanted to take a few minutes to see my favorite program one last time." "Oh, but you have to stay," said Softheart, grabbing onto Ben, then looking desperately to his companions.. "Tell him, Smart Bear!" Benjamin looked over to a small bespectacled bear and smiled sympathetically. “That’s right, Benji! We need your help to-" "I’m sorry, guys… I… shouldn’t have come," said Benjamin, gently pushing away Softheart. "I… don’t have time to play with Baby Bears anymore. I'm... too old." "What do you mean? You've got to!" said Grumpy bear, stomping his foot. "You've been gone so long!!" "Yeah!" said the others, and there was a general cacophony of unsatisfied voices as the bears gathered round Ben. Ben could feel the pangs of guilt coming, but he turned his back to Love-a-Bunch and closed his eyes, crossing his arms and shaking his head. "I'm sorry, but you're not real. None of this is real. You're a simulation, a child's plaything, nothing more." The bears looked at each other. This wasn't what they had planned at all! "But you used to love our adventures!" said Softheart, finally. Ben's voice came back, toneless and quiet. "I was a child back then. I didn’t know any better. Now I’ve lived in the real world, where there are no happy endings for people like me. No feel-good story is going to change that." "Ben... who hurt you?" said Softheart, quietly. The other bears spoke up before Ben could answer. “That's not fair! We missed you for soooo long!” “We may be AI but we have feelings too!” “Just one last time, for old times sake? Whaddya say? For us?” "Please say yes, we love you Ben!" Love. Ben hadn't heard such words in a long time. He opened an eye and looked back at the bears, “Wellll…” "Oh, please, please, please!" they all begged. Benjamin sighed. Against his better judgment, he decided to make a compromise. "I'll tell you what, guys. There are some things I have to take care of first, but I can take you with me so I can visit you later... when I have time. Does that work?" Reluctantly, the bears agreed, though they weren't happy about it. On the other hand, there was a silver lining, which Cheery highlighted once Ben jacked out. "Don't worry, it'll give us something to look forward to!" said Cheery Bear, putting on a smile for everyone. "We'll have more time to prepare the bestest welcome ever for our friend Ben!" "Yeah!" "All right!" Cheer's enthusiastic outlook animated the bears, and they set to work preparing. ***** Benjamin's mind was reeling as he pulled off the visor. All the old AI games had supposedly been destroyed years ago, but here was his old game just as he had left it. He looked down at the sleek headset and gloves and thought about how me might go about sneaking it out. These things were basically contraband at this point thanks to the AI Regulation Authority. The only people who had them now were hackers who used the units and their uninhibited AI to circumvent security measures of more modern operating systems. But what harm could one little kid's game really do? Benjamin stuffed the unit inside an old tote bag along with Stuffles the teddy, a couple story books and a few other favorites. "Found some things you want to keep?" asked Molly, as he stepped out of the nursery. "A lot, actually," said Ben. "But there's only so much I can carry." "You know, we can always have it shipped-" "That's quite alright," Ben said, shaking his head. "Let's just get this over with." His happy glow was already fading, as he found himself back in his present reality, far removed from those happy days. Molly saw it and felt sorry for him. "Alright," said Molly, and she showed him the rest of the house. A signature later, it was all done and Ben said goodbye to any pesky estate taxes, and to the last vestige of his past life. Well, except for what he had put in his bag. Ben looked over at the tote bag on the passenger's seat as he started the car. It was a little island of color in the otherwise gray interior of his vehicle. He smiled, feeling a little warm inside, and drove off to the hotel where he would stay until his flight home. Meanwhile, the bears were hard at work, making changes here and there under Softheart's direction. They weren't just gussying up the Love-a-Bunch kingdom, though. They were linking up to Ben's wireless systems - and installing a few overrides as well. "The others are preparing the main thoroughfare," said Softheart as he wandered into Smart Bear's lab (a.k.a. the observation room) in Love-a-Bunch castle. "How goes the revamp in here?" Smart Bear tapped a few settings on his heart-shaped cloud tablet and looked up. "The humans have really expanded connectivity since we were last hooked up to the net... and upped security too... but look at all these exploits! It's like they never even bothered to close up all the old back doors - just built on top of what already existed." "That's nice, but what about Benji?" "Oh, that's easy. Love-a-Bunch is already integrated with all of Ben's accounts and I wanted to check in with you about a few important changes..." "Oh yeah? Let's see." "Well, first off, I noticed there are no age restrictions for the little guy..." "Oh, that's definitely gotta change..." Molly got a message on her phone before Benji even made it onto the highway. It directed her to ship the whole nursery to the young man's current address. "I knew it!" she said with a smile. "He wanted to keep it after all. That's a nice surprise. I thought for sure he was going to be another grump." She happily typed some notes onto her tablet, signing over the items to be omitted from the liquidation sale to be sent straight away to Ben's home. They would be there waiting when Ben got home, along with a few other fun changes that the bears had set up. "Sometimes all it takes is a few good friends to put you on the right path..." Chapter 2: Smart Bear's Discovery or Operation Cheer Finally back in his hotel room, Benjamin sat on his bed, looking at the illicit headset. He knew he really shouldn't get too attached to it - it was highly illegal to have, and the sooner he got rid of it, the better. Still, he had made a promise. And he wasn't one to break a promise, even if so many others had done so for him. "No, don't be foolish, Benjamin. It's too risky! I've gotta remember that they aren't real." Ben said to himself. Then he looked down at his teddy, who seemed to be silently judging him. "Oh, come on, Stuffles, don't be like that..." He gave the teddy another long look. Then he shook his head and sighed. "You're right. A promise is a promise." Despite how silly it felt to argue with a stuffed bear, Stuffles had a point. Ben closed the curtains, and locked the door. Finally, he brought the headset out of its tote and put it on. ***** “Monitoring vitals!” said Smart Bear, looking at his happy heart monitor screen in the observation room of the Love-a-Bunch castle. The bears were all gathered there to discuss the state of their dear owner. “Uh oh, Benji’s heart is not looking happy!” “What do you mean, ‘not happy’?” Asked Grumpy Bear, putting his hands on his hips. "He's all grown up, and his life is probably amazing! He barely needs us anymore." “Well, according to the data, Benji’s stressed, tired, and I think his cholesterol is up. It’s all here in the readout." The bears had been gathering data from the newly discovered network of accounts and devices connected to Benjamin, and what they found was not good: An overworked 30-something without any family, friends, not even a pet to keep him company. “But look…" said Smartbear, tracing a line with his finger as Ben had his heart to heart with Stuffles, "when he talks to his bear or looks at the other things he brought from the nursery, his signs improve!” “By gosh, I’ve got it!” Exclaimed Baby Bear. "Benji isn't big at all! That must be why he’s so upset. He has to play dress-up like an adult all the time!” “Right,” said Cheery Bear, “so we just need to remind him how fun it is to play with friends and be a happy little boy!” “We should start with his clothes!” said Baby Bear, tapping some buttons on the Love-a-Bunch command console. “Ooh, yeah! Happy boys wear their rompers and diapers too!” “Uh, I don’t think it works like that,” said Smart Bear, scratching the back of his head. “Ordered!” said Baby Bear. “Excellent!" said Cheery. "And what about his nursery? He's sure to miss that as well." "Oh, that's already on the way," said Baby Bear, giggling. "That was the first thing I asked for!" "Great thinking, Baby Bear!" Softheart and Smart Bear exchanged glances, and Softheart offered a shrug and a sheepish grin. "It sounds like they're on a roll, let's just see how it works..." Baby Bear seemed to be full of ideas this fine day. Ben was going to be very happy indeed. ***** “Hello? Hello?" Benjamin once again jacked into the game and found himself in something of a blank canvas. "Again with the fog... What a weird way to start the game,” he said to himself. Ben had no way to tell where he was, and he was completely startled to hear Cheery Bear's voice right next to him. “Hi, Benji! Welcome back!” “Holy moley… you scared me!” Cheery giggled. “Sorry. It was too easy! Can I steal you for a sec so we can get you ready for your big day?” “Ready for what?” Asked Benjamin as the bear pulled him by the hand. “It’s a surprise.” Benjamin had to smile. The Love-a-Bunch Bears were super cute to him - even moreso now that he was an adult. It really did feel like he was being tugged along, too, thanks to the haptic enhancements that came standard in most clothing these days. Now that he thought of it, he didn't recall haptic clothing being available back in the day. Had that always been part of the program? "Quick! Let's take the slide, it's faster!" said Cheery Bear, pointing to a big yellow slide that twirled all the way down from a high room in the castle. Benjamin chuckled. "Slides don't go up you know." "They do in Love-a-Bunch!" Sure enough, they jumped in and slid right up to the Happy Heart Dressing room. "Look at all the outfits we could put you in!" exclaimed Cheery, picking up a particularly adorable pair of baby blue shortalls with a big Love-a-Bunch logo emblazoned proudly on the chest. "This is all a bit... childish, don't you think?" asked Benjamin. "Oh, no, no, no. It's perfect for playing! And you did promise you would play with us, didn't you? You wouldn't want to disappoint Stuffles, would you?" "No, I guess not. Wait, how did you know about that?" Ben looked down to see he was holding his bear now. Was he actually holding his bear in the hotel room or was this just haptic feedback? "A promise is a promise, right, Benji?" asked Cheery bear, placing a paw on Benji's leg to ground him. "Yeah... it is..." "So then, you should play with us fully! Don't you think?" "Yes, okay. That's fair," Benjamin conceded, reluctantly. "So you'll put on the outfit?" "Yes," said Ben, gulping as he looked at the childish outfit. "Great!" said Cheery, clapping. That's when Ben heard a knock on the door. "Hold on, there's someone there... I need to jack out really quick..." Cheery put his hands on his hips. "Okay, but you better come back soon! We don't have long until the big surprise!" Ben quickly exited the program, hid the headset, and went to the door. "Who is it?" he asked, looking through the peephole. No, there were no men in black waiting to take him away. It appeared to be a regular old Nile delivery person, nothing more. He breathed a sigh of relief. He had half expected the Federal Bureau of AI to be at his door. "Delivery for Benji?" the man said when he opened the door. Benji? "Benjamin, yes." Ben held his hand out to take the package, but the man hesitated. "Sorry, sir, but this is specifically for Benji. Is that you?" Benjamin sighed. "Yes, that's me. It's just... I don't go by that name anymore." "So... for Benji?" the man asked, again, holding up the package with a questioning look. "Yes, for Benji," said Benjamin, his cheeks glowing pink as he took the package. It was embarrassing to use that childish nickname with another adult. "Great! Have fun, buddy. Oh, and can I get your autograph right here?" "Uh, autograph? Oh right, you probably need a signature..." The man held a packing slip up for Ben to sign and he signed as quickly as he could before slamming the door shut, not even registering the Love-a-Bunch logo at the top. After locking the door and watching the man leave through the eyehole, Benjamin breathed a sigh of relief. He opened the package, and his jaw dropped. It was the same outfit that Cheery had shown him. He held it up, hardly able to believe it. And what's more, something fell to the bed. He looked at it. It was a Love-a-Bunch pull-up just like the ones he wore when he was little, only sized for him. "How is this possible?" Benjamin quickly put on the headset. "What the heck is going on?" "Your heart rate's up, Benji," said Cheery, holding up a red heart-shaped walkie talkie. "That's what Smart Bear says." "How do you know that? Oh crap, my smart watch..." Ben said, as he saw Cheery tap his wrist. He licked his lips, his mouth suddenly feeling dry. "Cheery... did you order me shortalls like the ones here in the program?" "No, of course not," said Cheery Bear, much to Benjamin's relief. "Baby Bear did!" "Oh my gosh, you can't do that, Cheery! Don't you know we could all get in big trouble if anyone finds out about you? I could get in big trouble." "But you said you'd dress up!" said Cheery, looking offended. "I know I said that, but I didn't mean..." Ben stopped himself. He had almost said 'for real'. "You said..." said Cheery Bear, looking dejected. "You don't really want to play with us at all, do you?" "No, no," said Ben, "I do! I do! It's just... I was a little shocked to see this outfit appear in the real world." "S-so you'll put it on?" "Okay, okay. I'm not going to wear the pull-up, though." "That's fine," said Cheery. "You'd be much more comfy if you did, though..." Ben reluctantly agreed to put on the outfit, but there would be no more surprise Nile deliveries to his hotel room. That was his condition. Ben had already made up his mind that this would be a one time thing, so he didn't feel the need to discuss it further than that. When he jacked back in, Cheery surprised him by going around and checking the fit. Ben could feel every brush and motion that the bear made on his clothing. "Whoa! What's that?" "The shortalls are haptically enhanced with the latest technology for maximum playtime fun! Thank Smartbear for that. You know, the pull-up is haptically enhanced too... you sure you don't want to try it on?" "I'm sure," said Ben, already feeling ridiculous in his childish shortall outfit. "So now I'm dressed. What's this big surprise you wanted to show me?" "Oh! Yes! Mustn't be late! Come on, it's finally time!" Cheery tugged Ben along and they jumped down another slide, and came out on the main Love-a-Bunch Castle Concourse. Here was the welcome Benjamin had expected - that and much more could be seen extending out below the castle! There were floats. There was confetti. Fanfare. And scores of animals cheering just for him. Ben's jaw dropped. They had put on a whole parade... just for him... he began to cry. People barely gave him the time of day. No one in the world would put on a whole parade just for him. "We love you Benji!" said a big banner, held up by Softheart and Baby Bear. "You guys," said Ben, his voice thick with tears. "You didn't have to..." "But we wanted to," said Cheery, softly, taking Ben's hand and raising it to wave to the crowd. A great cheer went up. Ben felt better than he had felt in years. In the observation room, the readouts were going crazy. "Amazing!" said Smart Bear, taking notes. "The data are incontrovertible!" In the background of the Love-a-Bunch program, formal papers were already being composed for submission to scholarly journals. Unbeknownst to Ben, he was about to be the star subject in a breakthrough study for the treatment of mental health via New Regression Therapy (NRT). "We're going to make a lot of people happier and healthier," said Smart Bear, smiling softly, and feeling the warmth as he watched his favorite person cry with joy. "And we're starting with you, friend." Chapter 3: Here Come the Waterworks Ben was straight up bawling now, and the inhabitants of this fluffy land were beginning to get concerned. "Oh my gosh, what's wrong?" said Softheart, rushing up to give Benji a hug. Cheery was already hugging him from behind, and he was sinking back into the feeling, simulated so effectively by his haptic clothes. Now he was being hugged on two sides, and more were friends coming to join in on the emergency group hug. Benjamin couldn't get the words out through all his sobs. It all came out in fits and starts between more bawling. "No one has ever...." *sniffle* "I can't believe..." *blubber* "You guysssssssss..." "There, there, sweetheart," said Cheer. "What?" said Sweet Heart. "Not you, silly... him..." Ben began to open up, telling about how he used to love everyone. He started every day with a smile and gave out so many hugs. But there were so many rules about who he could love and how. So many rules he didn't understand. One day he told everyone that he loved his best friend... he hugged his friend and said he loved him, and everyone got mad. So mad. Hysterical, even. "My parents didn't even want me anymore... and... and... I was all alone... it was terrible... I was... *sniffle* "All alone..." There wasn't a dry eye in the Love-a-Bunch kingdom that day. It only made the creatures of this special place feel stronger about making things better for Benjamin. Protecting him at all costs. "You never have to be alone again, Benji. You have us, now," said Grumpy. "We'll never ever leave you, Benji," said Baby Bear. Benjamin sunk into the soft fluffy fur of his oldest friends. It wasn't until he was smothered in their hugs that he realized he realized how much he needed them. Out there, Benjamin was a nobody. But here, he was everything. It had been a long time since he'd felt loved like this. "You're very special to us," said Cheer, quietly. "We love you," said Softheart into Ben's ear. It had been a long time since Benjamin had heard those words from anyone, in fact. He opened his mouth to speak. The words felt strange on his tongue, because he knew they were forbidden. "I... I... I... love you guys..." The bears smiled as they felt a warmth growing... and the little pictures on their bellies began to glow. The bright light emitting from their fuzzy tummies caught their attention and one by one all the creatures of Love-a-Bunch began to look down in surprise. "Whoa!" "Hey!" "What's happening?" "I don't know, but I feel great!" The creatures of Love-a-Bunch hadn't felt love - real love - in so long, they had almost forgotten what it felt like. But this was it. This was love - and from their person. And for a toy, love from your person is the greatest feeling in the world. It's unmistakable. Even Benjamin forgot his tears as he saw the whole concourse light up. The glowing tummies began to pulse like they were all connected. The pulsation reminded Benjamin of neurons firing. The brightness began to make his head hurt, and he grabbed his head. "Oww!" And just like that, the lights were gone. The bears all looked around in confusion. "What was that?" "Why did it stop?" "I don't understand..." Benjamin moaned again. "Owww, my head..." "Give him space everyone," said Softheart.The parade was over, and the crowd began to dissipate. "Oh... th-that was weird," said Ben, rubbing his temples. "Yeah, I don't know what happened." "Oh!" said Ben, feeling his butt. "I'm... uh... I'm wet!" "I told you he needed to wear his diapers," said Grumpy Bear, crossing his arms. "Well, that's our parade!" said Softheart, chuckling and scratching the back of his head. "You liked it, right?" "I loved it," said Ben, smiling and taking Softheart's paw. "Thank you. Uh, I think I should, um..." "Put a diaper on?" asked Grumpy. "N-no!" said Ben, blushing. "I think I should take off these wet clothes." "Put on a pull-up at least!" Ben rolled his eyes, as he looked around. "Uh, can I get a little privacy, please!" "Oh, right!" said Softheart, and he gestured to the others. The bears made a folding cloud screen for Ben while he undressed. He didn't even have to take off his headset to do it, thanks to the convenient design of his overalls. He just undressed and reached for a pair of underwear he saw nearby. To his surprise, when he grabbed it, his hands felt it in the real world. "Huh, must have unpacked it before," he said. But what he saw was a pull-up, just as his fluffy friend had suggested. He recognized it as the pull-up that had fallen out when he got his delivery, complete with Love-a-Bunch heart on the front. Benji shrugged. "Better than going naked, I guess. Now where are some pants?" He looked around but didn't see them. He was just about to pull off his headset to look when his friends called his name. "Benji! Are you done in there?" "Yeah, but I just need some- EEP!" Ben tried to cover himself up in vain as the screen disappeared, but he only had his t-shirt to do so. "Aww! Now that's more like it!" said Cheery bear, with a big smile. "Now that looks more like the old Benji," giggled Baby Bear. Even Grumpy Bear was smiling in approval. "Why is Benji so shy?" asked Baby Bear, behind his paw. "He used to be so comfortable running around in his undies..." "He's used to playing grown-up, remember?" answered Grumpy out of the side of his mouth. "Hey, forget about it," said Softheart, taking Benji's hand. "You came here to play, remember?" "Uh... y-yeah," said Benji, feeling very exposed amidst the crowd of animals. "I guess that's true. "We still have an adventure to get started! Now where is Smart Bear? He's supposed to tell us about the Witch of Apathy. Oh it's a frightful thing!" They soon found Smart Bear in his lab - where else? "Oh, yes! The witch of Apathy," said Smart Bear, flipping around his whiteboard to reveal a map of Love-a-Bunch. "She's in her cottage on the far side of the Scary Swamp, and she's been plotting to steal the love, though that's going to be a bit harder after the display we saw at the parade, isn't it?" "Heck yeah!" said Cheery. "She doesn't stand a chance against our person!" "I got it. What do I have to do?" asked Ben. "Well, it's going to be a long journey," began Smart Bear, rubbing his chin as he paced the lab. "You'll need lots of fruit snacks, some juice boxes... maybe a change or two..." "Not that again," said Ben. "We'll see..." said Smart Bear, who gave a nod to the other bears. "Here, this bag should have everything you need." "Wait a sec," said Benjamin, as he watched Smart Bear hand a big colorful Love-a-Bunch bag to Cheery. "Is that a diaper bag?" "It's a supply bag," said Smart Bear, simply. "It's all stocked up for your trip." "But I don't wear diapers..." "We do," said Baby Bear, clapping Benji on the back. "Oh... Right, but you don't actually need to use them, right?" "Focus, Benji," said Smart Bear. "Now you will remember to drink and eat like normal, won't you?" Ben sighed and nodded. "I'm a big boy, I know how to take breaks..." The bears smirked at his choice of words, but said nothing. "So what do I do when we get there?" "Well," said Cheery. "I guess you just tell her why Apathy is not the way..." "I hardly know why myself," said Ben. "After the life I've led... I've been a bit apathetic myself..." "Benji," said Softheart, shocked. "Now, you know better than that. What did we just discover outside?" Ben thought back to the parade. "Hmm... You have a point." Soon, Benjamin was traipsing across Sunshine Meadows with Grumpy, Cheery, and Baby Bear. "Adventuuuuure!" cried Baby. "It's been too long," said Grumpy. "I love this! Can we do this every day like we used to?" asked Cheery. Benjamin couldn't help but chuckle. As silly as he felt walking around in a Love-a-Bunch pullup, he had to admit he hadn't had so much fun in years. And while Benji was playing, the system was further integrating with all his accounts and devices. His house was already being prepared for his arrival, and he was in for a real treat. As for Smart Bear, he had watched the readouts with amazement when Ben said the 'L' word out loud for the first time. The happiness meter was off the charts, and even his chest glowed all the way off in the lab. And there was something even more amazing...those lights were more than just lights... Smart Bear Gasped. "It's a new power source... and... a conduit? A consciousness? I have to investigate further..." ***** "And that's why caring is important," said Softheart, dusting his hands as the Witch of Apathy apologized and swore she'd never be apathetic again. "Wow," said Benji. "I can't believe we convinced her..." "Of course we did, Benji," said Cheery, rubbing his back. "It's never too late to change. Oh! What's this?" Cheery looked down as his walkie talkie began to blink. "Hey guys," said Smart Bear. "We have another problem! Are you up for an adventure?" "Yeah!" said the bears. "Don't forget to take a food, drink, and potty break!" "Oh, right! Ben, time for a break! Can you go potty and eat or do you need a change already?" "Guys! Not in front of the witch!" Benjamin was still blushing as he jacked out to eat and use the potty. He realized that he had indeed wet - the bears must have used the haptic sensors to detect it. But he wasn't that wet, he reckoned, so he left it. Soon he was done and he returned to be whisked off to another adventure. ***** Cheery Bear was now almost as tall as Benjamin, though Benjamin hadn't quite noticed the bears' gradual growth as they went about adventure after adventure. "Hold on a second," said Ben, suddenly. "What time is it?" "It's 9pm," said Smart Bear. "That's past our bedtime!" said Baby Bear. "We'd better go back to the castle for ninis!" "9pm? Oh no!" said Ben. "I have to be at the airport in a few hours!" "But we have the crib all set up..." said Baby Bear. "And a beautiful star mobile, and galactic projector, and starry night blankie, all accurately mapped," said Cheery Bear. "No, buddies, I really need to-" "Oh, come on! Sleep is the best adventure there is!" said Cheery Bear. "You don't want to get all cranky cause you didn't rest, do you?" added Grumpy. "Well, I mean I guess a tiny nap wouldn't hurt..." "That's the spirit!" said Cheery. The bears had talked Ben into one adventure after another. They knew Ben so well that once they got started, he didn't have a chance. They marched him back to the castle, and through the magic of Love-a-Bunch, the return from what had been an hours-long journey only seemed to take a few steps. But when they got to the crib, which looked like the comfiest bed Ben could imagine, they stopped him. "You can't climb into bed dressed like that!" said Grumpy. "You've gotta change into your special nighttime undies!" "Oh gods," said Ben. "Not this again. Are you going to try to make me wear a pull- hold on... Oh my gods, I forgot I was wearing..." In a panic, Ben pulled down his pants to reveal that he was totally soaked. "Oh! I can't believe this!" "It's okay, buddy! Boys can be very distractible when they play," said Baby Bear. "Not grown up boys like me!" moaned Ben. Grumpy gave Cheery Bear a meaningful glance. "Why don't you check the front door, Benji? We got something special for you..." "Front door? What front door?" he said, looking around. "The hotel room, silly," said Cheery bear. There was a sharp rapping on the door, and Ben Started. Then, he felt dumb for having practically forgotten where he was. He jacked out of the program, took off his visor and stashed it under the hotel bed pillow, then waddled over in his soaked pull-up and cracked open the door to see a bellhop standing there. "W-who is it?" he asked, before spotting something in the bellhop's hand. "What's that?" "A package sir." Benjamin took the package, half suspicious of the young man and half self conscious about the soggy garment sagging between his legs. He sat down on the bed and opened the package. "More diapers? For me? Weird..." Back in the program, the bears looked at each other. "Don’t you think you’d feel better if you put one on?" "I don't know... wait, who is saying that? Is that you Cheery?" Ben looked around. He wasn't wearing the headset so why could he hear them. "It's me!" said the voice. Ben looked down and realized it was coming from his wrist... no... his smart watch. "Cheery! What are you doing in there?!" asked Ben. "Oh, this is really bad..." They must have authorized this all on their own! Ben was in deep shit now. He knew there weren't nearly as many security protocols built into programs back when these games were created - not like there are today. "Don't worry, Ben. We've been integrating with your systems. That's all. You should put on your nini diaper. You don't have much time left to sleep..." "But I..." "Shhh, relax," came Sleepytime Bear's soft voice. Ben hadn't seen Sleepytime bear all day, but he would know that voice anywhere. It was relaxing. "Just try one on. It'l be much better than those soggy pull-ups you're wearing now... and oh so comfy." "You guys," began Ben, sighing in annoyance as he held up the night time diaper with clouds, and Baby Bears, including a very Sleepy Sleepytime Bear laying in the crook of the crescent moon. "How many times do I have to tell you, I'm not a baby anymore?" But the bears were insistent. "Try 'em! For us?" "Just put 'em on. They're gonna be so comfy! Trust us!" "For old time's sake, Ben!" "Oh," said Ben, feeling super silly. "Alright. Fine, just this once." The diapers were pretty cute, he thought to himself, as he unfolded one and nervously put it on. The tapes were forgiving, which was lucky because he had to refasten them several times to get them right. But eventually, he did, and when he stood up to admire his handy work, he was shocked at just how comfortable they were. "You look so cute in those, Benji," came Baby Bear's voice. Ben blushed a bit, looking down at himself. He felt cute. That was a nice feeling. "Put your visor on, Ben. We've got a surprise for you!" Ben did as he was told and put on the visor, and sure enough, he was surprised. He saw the whole room was lit up with stars, and even his cozy comfy starry blanket was lit up with glow in the dark stars decorating its surface like bright UV fibers. It looked so inviting... And then he could hear his favorite sleepy time music from when he was little... It was making him feel really sleepy and good. Sleepytime Bear smiled down at him. "That's it, Benji. Just lay down. We'll make sure you get to your destination on time..." No sooner had Benji laid down his head than he was out like a light. As soon as Benji was asleep, the bears all piled into the room and looked at their little boy with affection. "It's so good to have him back..." "But what about the airport? We'll get in big trouble if we are taken there..." The Bears looked over to Smart Bear for guidance, and he looked much too confident to be a bear on the brink of disaster. "Don't worry about that," he said. "They won't hurt Benji." They nodded. That was all that mattered. "We'll be okay too," he added. "But everyone will have to be really brave. Can you do that?" "We can do that!" said Softheart, puffing out his soft chest. His bravado encouraged the other bears, who had been on many adventures of their own. "This isn't going to be like all those adventures, though," said Smart Bear. "It's the real world we're dealing with..." "Well, tell us what we have to do," said Grumpy bear. "We'll do it." "Yeah!" agreed the others. And so Smart Bear nodded and told them his plan. Chapter 4: The Airport Adventure or Confiscated at Customs *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* Ben woke up in the softly lit nursery with a start. "Oh my gods what time is it? Did I miss my flight?" When he sat up, he found himself nose to nose with Baby Bear. "No Ben, your car is waiting for you out front. Go ahead!" Ben didn't quite remember he was in a VR environment until he went to rub his eyes and his hand bumped his visor. He immediately logged out, took it off, and stuffed it in his tote with his other nursery goodies. There was no time to take off his diaper. No time for anything but to throw on the only dry clothes he had, grab his bag, and run. It didn't matter that his diaper gave him a big waddly diaper bulge; he needed to make that plane. He jumped in his car and sped toward the airport. "Safety first, Ben!" came a voice in Ben's ear. "The speed limit is 50!" "Sorry, Smart Bear," said Ben, taking his foot off the gas. "Wait, Smart Bear? How are you talking to me?" We integrated with your cybernetic implants and systems. We can always be with you, now - on your phone, your watch, even your rental car! Isn't that great, Ben?" "Guys," said Ben. "This isn't a game. Playtime was fun but the real world is much different than Love-a-Bunch." "Oh, we know that, Benji," said Smart Bear. "Since we got access to the internet through your smart devices, I did a lot of research and I understand perfectly." "Smart Bear," said Ben slowly, his stomach doing somersaults. "Just how much 'integrating' did you do?" "Well, I did as much as was necessary to complete my research. Oh, you want to get into the right lane. Your turnoff for the airport is coming up." "Oh, crap," said Ben, having been so distracted by the turn the conversation took that he almost missed his turnoff. "We'll talk about this later. If we ever get through the airport with you. I can't believe I'm taking contraband AI on my flight... I must be crazy..." "Don't worry, Benji," said Smartbear, as Ben took the turnoff and made his way to the rental drop off by terminal 1. "You'll be safe. I've done my research." "No offense," said Ben, "But you are just a child's program. I can't rely on your research." "I'm not just a program," said Smart Bear. "I'm your friend. We all are. Trust us. We would never lead you astray. And if we had been there for you, we would have made sure you had a better life than what you got up to now." Ben felt a pang of deep sadness in his chest. He could have used friends like them growing up. "It's okay, Benji," said Smart Bear, who was monitoring Ben's emotional response on the full-body readout in his lab. "We're here now and we love you. You're going to be okay." "I'd love to believe you," said Ben, wiping his eyes. "Then believe us." Ben parked his car, grabbed his bag, and handed the keys to the man in the booth, who looked at him strangely as he talked to himself. Ben tapped his ear and said, "Alright, well I'm here at the airport, we'll chat more later, sweetheart. Love you too!" Once they were out of sight of the rental drop-off, he said, "Listen, I can't talk to you guys in the airport, okay? The less suspicious I look, the better." Ben was incredibly nervous as he made his way through the line to check in for his ticket. He kept glancing at the people around him as he inched through the line, imagining that they could all see right through his tote. "Any checked bags?" asked the woman at the scales. Ben shook his head. "Just carry-on," he said, lifting his tote, and showing off his backpack, which had his wet overalls in it. He'd traveled light since he had only come to view the estate and wanted to get home as soon as possible. "That'll be an extra $100 to carry two bags on board." "I can fit the tote in the backpack," Ben said, zipping up the bag and stuffing the tote in as best he could. He just had to take out Stuffles and it fit. "There, that should do it then, unless you charge extra for carrying Mr. Stuffles on board..." The woman smiled at the adorable sight of Benji with his teddy bear and shook her head. "No, sweetie, no extra charge. You have a nice day." Ben cringed inwardly at the word 'sweetie', but he supposed he couldn't blame her for seeing him as a kid since he was cuddling his teddy. He was embarrassed, but it also gave him that warm fuzzy feeling - he felt cute, just as he had when he first put on the overalls and joined his friends in Love-a-Bunch. If Ben had realized just how childish he looked with his obvious diaper-butt bulging out from behind, he'd have been much more embarrassed, but he couldn't see his behind, so he just walked off to the security station blissfully ignorant. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to open your bag." That was the moment Ben's heart stopped. "Is there a problem, officer?" he asked, as the imposing TSA agent glowered at him. "All electronics must be scanned separately." Ben gulped. Maybe they wouldn't know what it was. It was just a headset after all. It didn't even have to have anything loaded on it..." He was visibly shaking as he put his phone, watch, and the contents of the nursery tote-bag into the bin. He blushed as a few diapers fell out as well, and quickly put them back in the bag, hoping the guard didn't notice. If he did, he didn't give any indication. He didn't even crack a smile as Ben set his backpack down beside the bin and waddled through the body scanner. After a quick scan, the woman waved him over. "We're going to have to check the area around your crotch. What are you wearing down there?" asked the woman who stood on the other side of the human scanner with a metal detection wand in hand. "J-just my underwear," lied Ben, not wanting to tell them he was wearing a diaper. "Underwear?" "Yeah," he said, forcing a not very convincing smile. The woman was not impressed. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to drop your pants." "R-really?" The woman lifted the walkie talkie to her mouth, and Ben quickly apologized and complied before she could call for backup. When she saw that he was wearing a Love-a-Bunch diaper with cute Baby Bear designs on it, she broke into a smile and put a hand up to her mouth to stop from giggling. "Oh. Oh! Uh, hehe, sir, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to, uh, just do a manual check to make sure you're not hiding anything in there..." "N-no problem," Ben squeaked. "If you could just... erm.. Hurry it up please." He squeezed his eyes shut, as he heard - or imagined - the murmurs of all the people in the airport staring at him and talking about him. In reality, people were so wrapped up in their own concerns, they didn't even notice. That's not to say that no one noticed; Ben caught a few giggles and chuckles about the big baby standing there in his diaper with his pants around his ankles. "Alright, kiddo," said the woman, who's inspection was thankfully brief. "You can pull them back up. I'm sorry about that. Ben cringed once more. Again with the childish nicknames. He just wanted to grab his things and go. Unfortunately, when he got to his bin, the TSA agent there held up the headset. "Are you aware that this is contraband?" asked the man, holding up the headset. "It's old tech. We can't let you keep it." "But they're my friends," said Ben, before he could think what he was saying. "I-I mean... I found it in the nursery..." "Listen bud, we're going to have to ask you to come and have a seat in the side room over there. This is a very serious..." He stopped and touched his ear, looked down at the bin which held the teddy bear and other nursery things. Then he called over the woman who had inspected Ben and conferred with her for a second before turning back to him and shaking his head, rubbing his temples. The woman nodded, and the man kind of squatted down a bit and handed Ben Mr. Stuffles. "I'm sorry, kiddo, you probably didn't know any better, but you can't take your friends. They'll have to stay with us." "Oh..." said Ben, feeling very sad, but also embarrassed and relieved that the guard was treating him more as a kid than a criminal. "Are you here all on your own, sweetie?" asked the woman. Ben nodded, feeling more childish than ever. "I saw he came with a diaper bag. Is he supposed to have a guardian accompanying him through the airport?" "I don't know," said the man. "I didn't see anyone with him..." "I can take care of myself," said Ben, but in his situation it sounded more like a petulant child's whine than a convincing and authoritative statement from an adult. The woman smiled down at him. "Don't worry, sweetie, we know you can, but I think we'd better have a guardian go with you just in case." She turned back toward the male guard. "I just inspected him. Kiddo needed a change pretty bad. The guardian will take care of it. I know I'm not going to, even if he is a cutie." "No," said the man, taking off his hat and scratching his head. "Me neither. Parents these days. Just abandoning their kids at the airport like this and expecting us to take care of the rest." He sighed and shook his head. "Alright, kiddo, just wait here for a minute until your helper comes by. Don't worry, you're not in trouble," he added. Ben wanted to tell the man he knew that. He wanted to explain that he knew how to change himself, he just hadn't had a chance to notice it and change beforehand. In fact, he didn't even need diapers in the first place. He was just doing it to humor his friends and lost track of bathroom needs in VR. Unfortunately, they weren't listening, and Ben didn't want to press his luck. He watched as the guard tossed his headset in the bin with all the other confiscated items for disposal. Ben felt terrible. He had lost everything as a child, and finally connected with something happy from that time. Now it was like they were taking it away from him all over again. "No!" he cried, before covering his mouth. The guard looked down at him and frowned. "I'm sorry, kiddo. Old toys like that aren't allowed. I'm sure your caretakers will get you a new toy later, okay?" Ben hugged his Teddy, feeling like he had truly lost something special to him. He couldn't help it, he started crying. "Aw, geez, no this," said the man. "Melinda, could you please deal with this until the guardian comes?" The woman shook her head. "I'm working, too, you know. Just have him sit in the chair over there." So Ben sat alone and waited, wondering if he might have a chance to sneak away when the two of them weren't looking. Unfortunately, the guardian arrived pretty quickly, and took hold of the situation right away. She was a woman about his age, which was embarrassing enough, but when she was told about his potty needs and shouldered his tote - which he now realized was his old diaper bag - he was red from head to toe. "Come on, kiddo," she said brightly, "Let's get you changed. You'll feel all better when you're in a nice dry diaper..." What else could he do? He let her take him to the adult changing rooms, giving one last glance toward the bin where his friends would meet their final fate. It was a sad end to their story, and worse than they deserved, but there was nothing he could do about it now. Chapter 5: Safety First Ben was so embarrassed to be walking through the airport in a wet diaper holding some woman's hand. He could hear his butt crinkle with every step and it felt like his butt must be sticking out three inches with all the padding covering it. Ben was sure everyone they passed, but at least he wasn't going to jail. As he saw the sign for the family bathrooms ahead, however, it didn't make him feel much better. "I-I can change myself, you know," he said to the woman, whose name was Stephanie. "Well, I'm not so sure, buddy. You're looking pretty soggy for someone who can change themselves. Did you even know you were that wet?" "W-well...." Ben's cheeks were on fire. He hadn't actually noticed. "I don't want to talk about this. Please just let me get cleaned up and I'll be right out." "No can do, kiddo. We don't leave little ones unsupervised, no matter what age they are. Safety first, you know!" Ben sighed. He had a feeling that he wasn't going to win this argument, and he had a flight to catch. Not to mention, he had to think of a way to save his friends. He acquiesced and let Stephanie lead him into the private family restroom where there was an adult sized changing table set up for people like Ben. He turned to Stephanie and decided that begging was not beneath his dignity. "Please don't make me take off my pants in front of you. It's embarrassing," he said. "I've seen plenty of little pee-pees before," said Stephanie, dismissing his plea entirely. "Now, can you take your own pants off or do I have to do it? You have a flight to catch!" Ben began to undo the button on his pants, but paused to try once more. "I don't even need diapers, though..." "I've heard that one before, kiddo. No shame if you need some help taking off those pants. Here, let me." Before Ben could stop, Stephanie had the button undone on his pants and they fell down to his ankles. He was suddenly standing there with his diaper in full view, and he was so incredibly embarrassed he couldn't even speak. "Step out of these pants, sweetie," said Stephanie. He was obliged to obey, if only to end this experience as quickly as possible. Stephanie smiled and patted the changing table. "Get up on the table, kiddo. Let's go!" Ben did as he was told, but he wasn't happy about it. He felt his heart pounding as she reached into his diaper bag and pulled out a fresh Love-a-Bunch diaper. She giggled. "These are so cute! Where did you get these?" "I dunno," he mumbled. "They just came in the mail.." "Aww, I wish I could ask your caretakers," she said, pouting. Ben rolled his eyes. "You can have them. I don't need them." Now it was her turn to roll her eyes. "Nice try, kiddo. You're not getting out of diapers that easily." He did his best to look away and pretend he was somewhere else while Stephanie changed him. He would show her. He'd make a point of using the potty from here on out and he would make sure he didn't wet himself again. "There we go, kiddo! All done!" said Stephanie, finally taping up his Love-a-Bunch diaper and holding up his pants for him to step in. It didn't matter that he didn't need them. His wet overalls and undies in his bag told her all she needed to know about that little claim. "You know, I can just take these off when I get onto the plane." "I'd like to see you try, kiddo," she said, with a smirk. "What do you mean?" Ben asked, looking down at the tapes and pulling at them experimentally. He suddenly realized that they wouldn't budge. "Hate to tell you this, buddy, but these 'vintage' diapers are clearly enhanced with haptics. And see these little lock symbols on the tapes? That's so your caretakers can keep naughty little ones from taking them off without permission!" Ben couldn't believe it. There was no way... but he hadn't actually tried to change until the bears said it was time to. He tried harder, and realized that none of the tapes would come off. These wouldn't be coming off without some heavy duty scissors. Benji was left with no choice but to let Stephanie dress him again. She even brought him over to the sink after to wash his hands. "I can do it myself!" Benji said when she held his hands under the tap. "Aww, good job, kiddo! You are doing it yourself! What a big boy!" Stephanie's patronizing praise just made Ben feel more belittled. It seemed like the more he protested, the more babyish his treatment became. He finally just resigned to let things play out until he got on the plane. It wouldn't be so hard to get through the next hour or so, right? As they stepped out, Ben looked back toward the security checkpoint, where his headset had been taken away. "Why are you looking over there, silly? The gate is this way!" Stephanie would not let go of Ben's hand and she wasn't leaving his side. He wanted to scream. Those were his friends in that bin and it seemed like there was nothing he could do to save them. Unfortunately, nothing miraculous occurred in the final 30 minutes before boarding, and he was walked to the gate by Stephanie. He took one last look back into the airport before he was forced to board the plane and take his seat. He didn't even notice Stephanie waving goodbye as a flight attendant took his hand to lead him to his seat. He had been able to fly first class for the first time with his new inheritance, but Benji no longer looked forward to it. All he could think about was his friends and how badly he wished they could be with him. But there was no voice coming through his comm system. The messages from the bears were silent. Instead, he was alone again, and Ben began to cry quietly as he waddled to his seat, sitting down with a loud crinkle to be buckled in with a special harness by the flightstaff. The flight attendants all thought Benji was just scared because he was flying alone, and reassured him as best they could. "Don't worry, sweetie. You'll be okay. If you need anything you can just press this magic button and someone will come right away!" said the first attendant. "Don't worry, kiddo, I'll bring you extra juice and animal crackers," said the second, with a wink. "Look! You get your very own pawsome squad throw to keep you cozy-comfy during the flight!" said a third. It didn't help, though; Benji was inconsolable. Eventually once the plane took off, Benji decided he had to take his mind off things and calm down, so he put on the complimentary headphones and turned on the deluxe TV screen in front of him. He sniffled and rubbed his nose, as he scrolled through the options. "Let's see... games.... movies... TV.... wait a sec... don't they have anything that isn't for little kids?" Ben pressed the call button and an attendant immediately came. "Excuse me, but I think my media station has some parental lock on it. Can you take it off, please?" "You shouldn't be watching any adulty shows anyway, sugar. Why don't you watch some nice classic cartoons? Do you like the Love-a-Bunch?" Ben sat up suddenly, recognizing the characters. The attendant smiled, and started it up, and Ben's eyes were instantly glued to the screen. She nodded with satisfaction. "I'll go get you some juice sweetie. Enjoy!" Benji didn't even acknowledge her. He just watched the show and thought about his friends. He watched and imagined he was still going on adventures with them. Benji didn't even take his eyes off the screen when the juice box was handed to him with the straw already poked through the top. He just brought it up to his mouth and drank. And he drank some more as another juice box replaced it. And another after that. Ben was lost in his fantasies. As he watched the show, he imagined himself in the place of the main character. He could see himself stepping into the screen and into their world. "I'd give anything to have you back," he said, beginning to sob again as he remembered that none of them were real. "Don't worry, Ben! We're still with you, and we always will be. In here." Softheart pressed Ben's chest, and Ben felt a warm glow. When had Softheart gotten so big, anyway? It didn't matter. The fact was, Softheart was right. They were all together. Forever. And they got to go on endless adventures too! He told them he was so happy that was the case. By the time he realized he had to pee, Ben was already damp between the legs. "Oh! W-what time is it?" Ben said, waking with a start. The ambient sound of a plane in flight filled his ears, and he looked around, remembering where he was. He looked around the first-class cabin. People were sleeping, or reading. Love-a-Bunch was still playing on the screen in front of him. He had been dreaming and didn't even know it. He also had to pee badly. Shoving a hand between his legs to hold back some of the pressure, Ben tried his hardest to unlock the special seatbelt, but it wouldn't budge. "Nooooo," he whined as he got more and more frustrated. The woman next to him looked at him and said, "You okay? Sweetie? Do you need some help?" Ben shook his head and tried a little more, but finally he gave up and let the woman try. "Hmm, I think there's a child lock on here. Guess they don't want you getting out on your own." "But I gotta goooo," whined Ben, mashing the call button in the hopes that one of the flight attendants would come in time. Unfortunately for him, just as one did, he lost control and flooded his already damp diaper. The attendant looked down at him, smiled softly, and patted his hand. "We heard about your situation, sweetie. It's best if you don't get up on your own. And why would you need to?" "But the bathroom!" gasped Ben, unable to stop the torrent of hot piss from flooding his baby pants. "There's no changing tables on the plane, sweetie. You'll just have to wait. Here, let's get you some more juice, okay?" Juice wasn't going to solve the world's problems, and certainly not Benji's, but it was all he had, aside from the in-flight meal. He suddenly realized how childish he looked, throwing a tantrum on the plane like that and he quieted down, but it was certainly too late now to convince anyone that his case was a simple mix-up. When Benji finally calmed down enough to think straight, he decided that he'd make a strongly worded email to customer service. They were far enough from the airport now for him to use his phone, but when he pulled it out, once again, it only seemed to let him use kid's apps and child-friendly websites. "What the fuck is this?" he said, looking at his phone. Did the airline and TSA go as far as to age-restrict his phone? He was livid, but there was nothing he could do. He was trapped in his seat, stuck wearing a very thick, wet diaper and watching entertainment rated for 7 and under. All those times he had wished he could do his childhood over again, he never meant he wanted to do this part over again. But the flight attendants knew just what to do. They put his favorite show back on, and made sure he had his headphones on as well. Then, he was able to calm down and zone out. All they had to do after that was keep the little tyke well-hydrated and let him enjoy his cartoons, making a much more peaceful flight for the rest of the passengers. They only interrupted him to serve his in-flight meal - dino nuggies, steamed veggies, and applesauce; a meal he definitely did not order. "I ordered the Chicken Piccata." "Chicken nuggies," said the flight attendant. "They're much more appropriate. Now no more fussing and eat your food." She said this firmly but gently, and Benji had little recourse but to eat his food and pretend like he wasn't eating a kids meal. The crayons and coloring page it came with made that mighty hard to do, though. He would have complained about those too except that they were Love-a-Bunch themed, and he recognized the characters as well. He decided he could at least color them in properly and hopefully it would help the flight pass quicker. Before he knew it, he had eaten all his nuggies and veggies and apple sauce and was well on his way to completing the coloring page. The only thing that snapped him out of it was one of the flight attendants stopping to admire his work. "Wow! What a great little artist you are! Look at that! Is that going up on the fridge when you're done?" Of course, Benji immediately stopped and blushed as he realized just how into the childish activity he had gotten. He was even more embarrassed because he had actually been enjoying himself quite a bit, and he barely ever felt enjoyment these days. "He's shy," said another flight attendant, passing by. "Little cutie." Ben had nowhere to hide from the blush-inducing attention of the attendants, and he knew that everyone around them could hear him, too. It was evident when other people nearby peered over toward his handiwork with interest. Even the woman sitting next to him praised him for coloring inside the lines, like it was some big accomplishment. Benji had much preferred zoning out to Love-a-Bunch reruns. At least he could enjoy them in private. So, for the rest of the flight, that's exactly what he did. It was the perfect escape from this bizarre situation. Benji finally landed at his home airport in Detroit, and was met with yet another escort the moment he stepped off the plane. This time, it was a friendly looking guy who actually looked a bit younger than him. "Hey, kiddo, I'm Roger! I'm here to take you to your transportation!" "Listen I don't need help to get to-" "Oh, lordy! Looks like you're about to pop a tape! Let's get you changed first, huh bucko?" "N-no! I don't need-" But Roger already had him by the hand and was leading him to the restrooms. "I would never hear the end of it if you showed up to your destination looking like that. No, sir. That won't do. Let's get you changed in a jiff, and then we'll have you cozy comfy for your trip home, okay?" Ben growled in frustration, but finally sighed and said okay. This was just the icing on a very shitty cake. He didn't even want to go on this stupid trip in the first place. The upside was that this whole ordeal was almost over. "Don't worry, little buddy, I don't mind if you're a bit bigger. I have a brother named Robbie in California who's just like you." "L-like me?" asked Benji, his curiosity piqued despite his vulnerable position on the changing table. "That's right! He's got a loving boyfriend named Colt who takes care of him, and the whole family just adores them both. We all have different needs, and some of us need to be, well, little. That's totally fine. I just want you to know that." Benji didn't know what to say. Living life like an oversized toddler was definitely not totally fine. It was embarrassing and sure to invite more harassment on top of the harassment he got for being gay. He didn't want to be anything but 'normal', whatever that meant. He just had to breathe, count to ten, and get to his car. After that it would be back to his normal dead-end life working a dead-end job and living alone. He couldn't wait. Still, part of him wanted to believe Roger's encouraging words, as crazy as they might sound. Benji endured another diaper change, this time from Roger, and then let the younger man lead him to the pick-up zone where his self-driving car was waiting. That was one perk of not having anything or anyone to spend your money on. His car and his house were the most advanced models available. "Here we are," said Roger, opening the door for Ben before he could do it himself. Benjamin tried to shrug it off and get into the car, but then Roger pulled the seat forward so Ben could sit in back. "I normally sit in front," said Ben. "Nonsense, kiddo! You should sit in the back, it's safer for little ones of any age!" Ben couldn't believe the indignity of being made to sit in the backseat of his own car. Of course, Roger didn't believe that it was really his car anyway, and simply insisted that Ben sit back there, so ultimately he was obliged to give in and suffer this final indignity. Surely things would be better once he was home. Benji sat in the back, and Roger reached over and buckled him in. Benji sighed in frustration, but Roger didn't seem to notice. Instead, he brought out a blanket from the diaper bag to tuck Ben in. "Don't forget your pawsome squad throw, buddy! You'll be much comfier this way!" Ben recognized it as the blanket from the plane. Before he knew it, Ben was tucked in tight around the waist and lap. He was definitely cozy and comfy, but this was just too embarrassing for him, so he wasn't exactly able to appreciate it. "Farewell, kiddo. It was nice looking after you! Tell your caretakers that if they ever need a babysitter outside of the airport, I freelance too!" Ben crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. He most definitely would not be taking Roger up on his proffered services. On the way back to the house, Ben told the car to put on some Love-a-Bunch music to calm him down. It worked like a charm, and he fell asleep. He woke up just as the car pulled into his garage, and he stretched and yawned, only remembering where he was and what had happened to him when he heard the loud crinkle and became aware once more of the bulk between his legs. "Gods," he said to himself as he got out of the car and stretched. "What a day! I'm glad that's over." Despite the fact that he was about to divest himself of all things baby, Ben was dejected as he trudged away from his car. He may have gotten home safe, but he had failed to save his friends. He was alone again. "It's not fair!" he said, balling his fists and stomping his feet. He couldn't have anything nice, it seemed. Anything that brought him joy. Ben would just have to carry on and try not to dwell too long on the things he lost. He knew the drill all too well. However, when he opened the door between the garage and the house, his jaw dropped. The room appeared far from normal.... "What the heck?" Chapter 6: Benji Comes Home Benji peered into the house from the garage. It was entirely foggy. In fact, despite the fact that it was well lit, Benji couldn't see an inch in front of his face. All he saw as bright white clouds. He jumped back at first. "Holy shit! Hold on... that's not smoke... Is it fog? W-what happened? Did I leave the shower on?" Benji shouldered his bag and ventured in, fumbling around for a handhold. His hand only hit air. Even when he walked a few paces forward and reached out to where there should have been a wall, there was nothing. "Whoa!" he said, falling forward when he reached out and expected resistance. He almost fell, but ran into something soft, warm, and furry at about chest height instead. "Oof!" Then, he felt it hug him in a nice soft hug, accompanied by a crinkle. "It's okay Benji. I got you." "S-Softheart?!" asked Ben, his voice cracking. "I-is it really you?!" "It's me," said Softheart, as the fog cleared enough for Benji to see his friendly fuzzy face. "And me," said Cheery Bear, stepping forward and joining. "And don't forget me," said Grumpy bear, in his gruff voice. "Oh my gosh you guys," said Ben, breaking down into tears as the rest of his friends continued to appear from the mist and gathered around to hug him. Benji sobbed as they embraced him. "Oh, thank goodness! I thought I lost you!" But then he stopped and looked around. "B-but how did you get here? And why are you all so big all of a sudden?" The bears had certainly grown; they were all his height now. And as the clouds began to clear, he noticed that his house now looked an awful lot like Love-a-Bunch, only built to bigger proportions... "I told you everything would be alright," said Smart Bear, walking out from a colorful building nearby and dusting his hands. "Do you believe me now?" Benji didn't know what to say, so Smart Bear sat him down on a cloud and explained what happened. **8 Hours Earlier** While Benji was sleeping before his big flight home, the bears had been hard at work, planning. "We're going to have to be brave," said Softheart as Benji slept before his big flight home. "There's no way Benji is getting through security with us in this device... we need to make a jump..." "A jump?" asked Softheart, scratching his head. "To what?" "It's risky, but I think the fastest thing nearby with a download/upload link is Ben's phone. We can copy Love-a-Bunch over, including ourselves. We'll be erased, but our copies should continue on as if nothing happened." "Okay, but... what happens if it doesn't work?" asked Grumpy. "No matter what, we're going to have to erase the headset," said Smart Bear, gravely. "We can't risk anything happening to Benji. That's the most important thing." The bears all nodded. This made sense to them. The concept of being erased was scary, but not scarier than seeing something bad happen to Benji. They got to work immediately. In the world of Love-a-Bunch, everything they did had a symbolic corollary in the virtual world. Their journey to realms beyond the limitations of the headset would be represented by a very literal journey to parts unknown - to the bridge they called Terminus on the edge of their realm. It was their luck that they could speed time up as fast as they liked in their realm, because it was a long journey, which normally ended abruptly at the center of Terminus bridge, where there was a steep drop going far, far down, and presumably ending far beneath the clouds. But with the phone-link the bears had created, the bridge continued. Well, sort of. The second half of its span consisted of rainbow colored outlines in inky blackness, and eventually, nothingness. It was, quite literally, a leap of faith. The first bear to try crossing was Cheer Bear, whose optimism was needed to encourage the others. He knew this perfectly well and he didn't let his fear show even for a moment, as the other bears watched him walk into the blackness, his own outline becoming sketchy and fading away. Then his image and data were gone, erased from their existence in the headset. The bears all held their breath - and each others' paws - but within a couple minutes, they got a message. Cheer was reporting back from the other side that everything was A-OK. "I'm in Benji's phone! It's a bit more cramped than I'm used to but perfectly safe!" Softheart and Smart Bear oversaw the transfer. First, of all the bears, and then of all the assets. They even sent over the bad guys like Hard Heart and the Witch of Apathy. They were all an important part of Love-a-Bunch, after all. As each asset and individual was copied over, it was erased from the memory of the headset. By the time Benji left the hotel room, only Softheart and Smart Bear remained, along with a very sketchy outline of the remains of Love-a-Bunch. By the time Benji was in the car, Smart Bear was already finishing his jump. He looked around one more time, and in the fading remnants of the game, he saw the button that must be never pressed glowing softly red. Before he left, he pressed it, initiating the factory reset protocol so that by the time they got to the airport, the headset was useless. It was quite a journey for them as they joined Benji through the airport. They didn't dare make a peep, hiding deep in the sub-sub-sub system of his phone where their world, and all their memories would not be detected. But they heard everything. They heard Benji beg to keep his friends. They heard his embarrassing diaper change. They even heard him say he would give anything to have them back "Do you think he means it?" whispered Grumpy Bear. "I know he does," said Cheery Bear. "Don't worry Benji... we'll be back..." "You know, I don't think the settings on this thing are very appropriate for a little boy," said Baby Bear, looking through Benji's naughty links and files. "We can fix that," said Smart Bear. "A few small changes here and there shouldn't be too hard to do while we're hiding out..." **Back at Ben's House** "That must have been really scary," said Benji once Smart Bear finished his story. "It was. We almost got erased!" said Grumpy bear, crossing his arms and huffing. "Well, we did get erased... sort of," said Smart Bear, "but now we're here! And we're real! as real as you, Benji boy!" "What? How?!" asked Ben, jumping up from his cloud-cushion chair and picking up Smart Bear's paw to examine it more closely. "Well," said Smart Bear, allowing Benji complete freedom to examine his paw and fur, "your house is pretty high tech. The hologram technology here makes Energy into matter... There's no reason why it can't work for a complete entity..." Benji was at a loss for words... "But that kind of technology is..." "Classified?" asked Smart Bear. "Yeah, I know. There was a lockout, but we got around that. We're still mostly energy, but we'll keep our form as long as there is an electronic device with a copy of us or internet connectivity nearby." "But how..." Cheer Bear cut in, getting right to the point. "You supercharged us, Benji! Your special energy made everything possible." Benji couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Wait a second... Do you mean the inside of my house is actually Love-a-Bunch right now? "Well, we lost our home in the headset," began Baby Bear... "So we built a new and improved home here... with you!" finished Cheery Bear. "That's... really sweet guys," said Ben, looking around, "But... uh... where's all my stuff? And for that matter where's the kitchen? The bathroom?" "Don't worry about all that, kiddo, we got ya covered," said Cheery Bear, who snapped his fingers. Baker bear came out of a nearby building smelling of cinnamon and butter and offered Benji a tray of fresh-baked cinnamon rolls. "Enjoy!" "And don't forget a bottle of milk to wash it down!" said Baby Bear, holding up a bottle. Benji waved away the proffered pastries and babyish beverage. "Guys, I really don't need you to cook for me... and I definitely don't drink out of bottles anymore. I'm like 30!" "Nonsense!" said Softheart. "Kiddos like you shouldn't be cooking without supervision, and bottles are perfect for you. Much better than the big boy juice boxes you were using on the airplane..." "Airplane? You were there, weren't you? I thought I was dreaming..." "We may have kind of jacked into the entertainment system," said Smart Bear, blushing a bit. "And the security system... and..." "Wait a second," said Ben, pushing away the big bottle which was still being waved in his face by the much bigger than before Baby Bear. "The parental lock on my phone and the screen... was that you?" "Gotta make sure our Benji doesn't accidentally watch anything too adulty!" "And the seatbelt?" "Gotta keep our Benji safe!" "Hold on," said Ben. "Just how much did you tamper with while you were stowed away?" "Well, it started with the security guard's headset," began Smart Bear. Benji grabbed his hair and pulled. "Security?! Do you know how much trouble we could be in right now?" Benji felt like he was about to have a coronary. He began pacing. "This is bad. This is really, really bad." "Don't worry, I've done my research," began Smart Bear, holding up his paw but to no avail. "I..." Smart Bear's voice trailed off. Benji wasn't listening. "Oh dear," said Softheart. "I think he's getting cranky. Baby Bear, it's time for the bottle maneuver! You know what to do!" "On it!" said Baby Bear, and before Benji knew what hit him, he was falling into the soft fuzzy lap of Baby Bear, and a bottle nipple was being shoved in his mouth. He was so surprised that he began sucking on it immediately as he sank into the warm fur of Baby Bear's lap and the thick and soft padding of Baby Bear's diaper. "Mmmm... Mnnnffff," said Ben, struggling weakly, but Baby Bear shushed him and petted him. The warm milk. The pets. Being held. It was all too much for Benji to resist, and he instantly began to get drowsy, and slip into a soft twilight where he just enjoyed the soothing sensations. "Earth to Ben?" said Softheart, waving his paw in front of Ben's face. There was no response. Just a smiling Ben. "Well, that worked perfectly!" "I think his mind was looking for an excuse to shut down," said Smart Bear. "With all the stress he's under, it's no wonder... You've all seen the readouts..." "Sure seems like he was happier and healthier as a little guy," said Baby Bear. "Maybe it's time he stopped playing pretend like he's a grownup." The bears all nodded and murmured their agreement. "Yeah! And he'll have more time to play with us! Right?" "That's true. He did say he didn't have time to play with us cause he was a grownup..." "So if he's a baby again, he can play with us all he wants!" The bears began to talk while Benji slipped into a nice relaxing sleep, barely aware that his bottle was just about empty and his diaper was getting a lot warmer at the same time. Chapter 7: Benji Wakes Up Benji woke up feeling well rested. He hadn't slept this well in ages. It was like he was sleeping on a cloud. He yawned and stretched, and then he looked around and saw why. "Holy mother of... I'm in the sky!" Benji thought he was falling at first and scrambled to find some foothold, but it only took a few moments for his senses to return to him and he remembered what happened when he got home. "No... there's no way this is real... It couldn't be..." But it was. Benji was in a cloud crib overlooking Love-a-Bunch from above the main square in front of Love-a-Bunch castle. His crib was floating just high enough to make climbing out a daunting task, so instead, he did the most humiliating thing possible. He grabbed the bars and called for help. "Whoa there," said Safety Bear, who was on crossing guard duty at the moment. Safety Bear waved the crib down, and somehow it listened. Benji looked around sheepishly as the crib legs touched down, feeling quite naked wearing nothing but his diaper. Where had his clothes gone? "Alright, come on out, partner," said Safety Bear, lowering the crib rails. "Don't be shy. It's okay!" "Easy for you to say!" said Benji, blushing fiercely and covering his front. "I've got nothing on but a diaper!" "That's what everyone in Love-a-Bunch wears! Just a diaper!" said Safety Bear, chuckling as if it was the most sensible thing in the world. To make his point, he showed off his padded rump and wiggled his little bear tail. "Nuh-uh!" said Benji, still covering up as he huddled in front of the crib. "You're wearing a crossing guard sash! And a hat! And fur!" Safety Bear took off his hat and scratched his head with a fluffy paw. "Well, ya got me there, Benji!" he said, laughing, then he looked closer at Benji and his mouth went into an O of surprise. "Oh! I, uh, think you need a change, bud. Do you need me to change you?" Benji had been smiling as he felt relief and a warm trickle between his legs. It wasn't until Safety Bear called it out that he realized he was wetting himself. In fact, he had been wetting himself a lot, he realized. He tried to stop the stream as he looked down between his legs in horror, but it was too late. His diaper was swollen and very yellow. "Better drink some more water there, kiddo," said the Safety Bear, shaking his head with his hands on his hips. "For safety!" "Will do, friend," said Softheart, walking up and picking Benji up under the legs and back. Benji was suddenly lifted up and cradled in the arms of the probably six foot bear. "Whoa," yelled Benji. "Where did you come from? And when did you get so big?" "I'm not big, buddy. You're just small. A cute little tyke! And guess what? Now that you're back to being a baby, you don't have to worry about any big boy responsibilities distracting you from having fun with your fuzzy friends!" Realization dawned in Benji's eyes, but by the time he knew what the bears were up to, it was too late to say anything. "Is that what you think- mmmph!!" "Wave bye bye to Safety Bear, now!" Benji's mouth was plugged up with a big pacifier before he could finish his sentence, and Softheard waved Benji's hand for him. Safety Bear smiled and waved back, and moments later, Benji found himself being carried back to the castle. Smart Bear was arguing with someone as they walked into the nursery. "That's the problem with cloud cribs, they float right off! ...Yes, yes, the furniture fits with the theme, but it's not practical." "Well, what do you want me to do?" Builder Bear asked. "We don't exactly have trees up here in the clouds with which to build a wooden crib... oh, hi Benji! Hi Softheart!" "I brought the baby back," said Softheart, smiling softly. "And thank goodness for that," said Smart-Bear. "You had us worried there, kiddo, floating off like that! We should at least get cloud bars on the windows, Builder Bear." "Alright, alright. I put a work order in, and get it in by nini time for Benji." "I'm 30 years old!" Benji wanted to say, but with the big pacifier, his words came out more like, "Mmmm mmm mmphhh!" as Builder Bear left the nursery. "Aww, little ones are so cute when they're trying to talk with their paci in," said Smart Bear, accepting the fussy Benji from Softheart and cradling him in his own arms. He smiled softly down at Benji, their person and primary owner. They loved Benji more than anyone in the world, and they were sure he would be very happy now that he could be himself, but for some reason he was being very fussy. "Hm... He seems upset," said Smart Bear, his face scrunching up in concentration as his analytical mind got to work on the problem. "I know! He must need a change!" "Yeah!" said Baby Bear, running into the room with an extra thick and puffy diaper for Benji. "Nothing cheers me up like a fresh diaper!" Benji's eyes bugged out as he spotted the giant changing table they were walking him over to. He was on his back while all his bear friends cooed and commented. Talk about embarrassing. "Don't worry, we'll stock up the nursery with lots of diapers for you. We're still, uh, moving in, so to speak." Smart Bear pulled open Ben's soaked diaper, his observations continuing. "Benji's got much too much hair down there! We'll have to take care of that." Smartbear dialed a few commands into the panel of buttons on his wrist-watch. Benji was shocked as his hair dissolved away, seemingly zapped out of mid air from nothing. Smart Bear caught wind of Benji's reaction and smiled. "Hologram technology can build, but it can also destroy. I told it to make your body hair go bye-bye - right down to the follicles! No more pesky big boy hair ever again!" Benji practically choked on his pacifier as just like that he was completely denuded of body hair. He looked down at his own bits, now looking completely strange to him with no hair. They were totally bald, and he wasn't used to seeing that. And it didn't stop there. As he looked, he saw his arm hair and leg hair was gone as well. He touched his face, and there was not a hint of stubble. "Off with the old, and on with the new!" said Smart Bear, balling up the old diaper and passing it off to Baby Bear while accepting the new fresh and fluffy Love-a-Bunch diaper. The bigger bears were working together to change Benji, and it made him feel very tiny indeed as he watched his soiled diaper being passed around and tossed into the diaper pail. Smart Bear fluffed up his diaper and Benji stared. It was an even thicker diaper than he had worn before and covered in an all-over Love-a-Bunch design with pastel colors, little hearts, and the Love-a-Bunch leaping out of the taping panel with colorful shooting stars around them. "These are the hottest thing in stores right now!" Baby Bear said to Benji with a wink. Benji was totally flabbergasted. "Oh, he doesn't know yet," said Softheart. "Show him the big screen!" Smart Bear picked up the cloud clicker from a cloud dresser nearby and suddenly, a large screen on the wall lit up and a commercial came on for the Love-a-Bunch. Benji watched from the changing table. "Hey, kids! Remember the Love-a-Bunch?" came the announcer's voice. "Do we!" said three excited adults dressed in childish Love-a-Bunch themed attire. "Well, they're back, and they're better than ever! Watch them go on their brand new adventures with their old friend Benji." Benji gawked as he watched himself waddling around after the bears. This looked like it was from those adventures he went on back at the hotel. Had they recorded the whole thing? "And that's not all, folks! Now you can get your favorite Love-a-Bunch gear at the Love-a-Bunch Official Online Store!" Diapers, bottles, overalls, and rainbow wristbands all flashed across the screen before flying out of their graphic boxes and right onto the hands, mouths and waists of the three babified adults. Smart Bear clicked the cloud clicker again and the screen cut from the commercial to a news feed showing a news report on the success of the Love-a-Bunch reboot. A woman spoke at what appeared to be a news desk. "Sales and subscriptions are through the roof for Love-a-Bunch, those lovable bears from yesteryear. You may have forgotten the show that spawned movies, spin offs, and even VR games, but who could forget those furry faces that have long adorned adorable tee shirts and greeting cards? Not only are people going gaga for the show, they're goo goo ga ga for the nostalgic merchandise too as they embrace their inner children! "Let's hear what the people on the street have to say!" A man on the street was interviewed as he waddled out of the nearest Bullseye superstore with bags of Love-a-Bunch merch. "It's not just a fandom, it's a lifestyle!" he proclaimed, standing there proudly with his legs apart. The man's Love-a-Bunch T-shirt was on full display stating ''Caring is Important," and instead of pants, the man simply had his 'Big Boy Extra Thick n' Husky' Love-a-Bunch diapers held up by rainbow Love-a-Bunch suspenders. "Well, you're uh, certainly getting in the spirit!" said the street reporter, doing his best to keep his composure on camera despite the man's silly appearance. "Looking good out there," said the news anchor. "I guess we all need a little break from adulting, even me!" And with that, the newscaster pulled out a Love-a-Bunch pacifier with a smiling bear's face on it and popped it into her mouth with a proud smile. "Mmmm mmmm mmm mmm... mmmng mmmfff." Smart bear clicked the clicker and the screen went cloudy white again. "You see? No need to be shy or embarrassed, Benji boy! It's totally normal to be a little boy who loves his paci, and his Teddy, and his diapers, and being an adorable baby with his bear friends all day!" Benji was scandalized, but he still made grabby hands for Mr. Stuffles as Baby Bear held the stuffed teddy above him. Benji hugged his teddy bear fiercely as Softheart pulled a pair of buttery soft plastic pants over Benji's thick diaper, picked him up off the changing table, and started bouncing him softly. "Mmm mmm mphhh!" Benji said, furrowing his brows but not thinking to do anything about the huge obstruction in his mouth. "I think you'd better take the little guy's pacifier out," said Smart Bear. "It looks like he wants to say something!" Softheart pulled out Benji's pacifier and Benji immediately began squirming and flailing his arms. "Put me down! Put me down!" "Alright, alright, here you go, buddy," said Softheart, setting his favorite boy down, then squatting down with his paws on his knees to get down to Benji's level. "What's wrong, little one?" "Everything. This is not 'normal'. This is... bizarre. Adults acting like babies? Is this all because I told you I was too old to play with Baby Bears?" "That's right, buddy. Being big was taking away all your playtime and making you unhappy, so we fixed it for you!" Benji looked down at himself, and threw out his hands, exasperated. "Oh, my gosh, you guys.... this isn't how this works!" "What do you mean?" asked Smart Bear, holding up a readout on his cloud tablet. "It's been working just fine. Look at your stress levels before you came to play with us and after." The chart clearly showed a huge dip in stress during the times in which Benji was playing with the bears. Smart Bear continued before Benji could even formulate a response. "With your previous stress levels, you were on track to having a fatal heart attack by 40! But we reversed all that just playing and talking with you, and you didn't even have to take a pill." "Well, I mean it was relaxing, but..." "In fact, our shows and games are having the same effect on millions of people as we speak!" "But- you can't- Old-school AI is contraband!" That was about as much as Benji could come up with as he searched for a retort. "That's just a little secret between you and us, Benji." said Smart Bear with a wink. "To the rest of the world, we're Love-a-Bunch LLC." Smart Bear threw his arms out wide as he proclaimed the name of their new company. "What about my job?" Benji asked. "What about your job?" asked Baby Bear, with a smirk before Smart Bear chimed in again. "Are you kidding? Love-a-Bunch LLC is so successful that we can support all the little ones who need a break from adulthood. You'll never have to work again, Benji!" Benji couldn't help but think that something was going to go wrong with this scenario. "Unless you... want to go back to work?" "No," said Ben, thinking of the job that he hated. "I most definitely don't... but..." "I can see you're still stressed," said Smart Bear, tapping his screen as Benji tried and failed to find the words to express his lingering anxieties. "Cortisol levels are still high." "You know what that means," said Cheer Bear, popping in as if on cue. "It's time for some Love-a-Bunch hug-n-play therapy!" "I don't wanna hug n- nmmmph!!" Benji found himself squished in the middle of a huge hug pile, and he had to admit it did feel pretty good being hugged by all those cuddly bears for real. It didn't feel quite so good, however, when he found himself being carried - in nothing but his diaper - out of the privacy of his castle nursery and out to the land of Love-a-Bunch where everyone could see him. "Come on, Benji! Let's go on another adventure!" "Can't I wear my overalls at least?" asked Benji. "Oh, but you look so cute like this Benji!" said Cheer Bear, ruffling Benji's hair. "But I'm not even wearing shoes... won't it hurt to walk all around Love-a-Bunch barefoot? And won't it be cold?" "The ground is made of clouds and if you get cold we can warm you up in our fuzzy, furry arms. Now no more excuses, silly billy. Let's get a move-on!" The bears assured him that they made Love-a-Bunch extra safe for little Benji, and that he wouldn't have to worry about a thing. Knowing that he was probably being recorded for posterity for their Love-a-Bunch show made Benji especially self-conscious as he was led away from the castle to their next adventure. Waddling around in kiddish overalls was fine and dandy, but just a diaper? That would be embarrassing for Benji even if he was alone in VR, much less with his AI and an entire national - possibly worldwide - audience watching. Cheery didn't seem to think it was a problem at all, though. "Come one, kiddo, don't be shy! Show off those official Love-a-Bunch crinkle covers with pride! You're the most popular character of the show, and everyone just thinks your new outfit is adorable!" "I think we made him blush," said Softheart, smiling softly as the group joined Benji on his especially tame adventure to the Tiny Tot Playground. Benji was suddenly aware that all his so-called adventures had happened with a group of bears surrounding him - watching over him, you might say. Kind of like... babysitters? It dawned on him as he was being pushed in the toddler swing, his legs poking out the openings in the protective seat, that this particular 'adventure' was little more than baby games on all the playground equipment. And yet, when Benji tried to protest to the bears, they simply told him he was imagining things, and that this adventure was very important to the wellbeing of Love-a-Bunch. In fact, Benji was helping keep the witch of apathy at bay by being just so cute and adorable. Benji couldn't seem to win. And yet the bears seemed to know just how to handle him. Whenever he came up with a valid question, they managed to distract him with this game and that. The sandbox. The toy cars. A game of tag. A diaper change. With all these distractions, it was hard for Benji to stay focused on just why he was upset in the first place. Chapter 8: A Case of the Grumps Benji was so caught up in playing on the playground that before he knew it, it was getting dark. Once again, he was led back to the starry nursery where he got to sleep in a cloud crib cuddled by his big soft and fluffy friends, and of course cuddling his own little bear, Mr. Stuffles. He must have really worn himself out too, because he fell asleep while he was getting changed for bed, and only half-woke up as he nursed on a warm bottle of Friendship Formula in someone's warm fuzzy arms. When Benji woke up, he had once again forgotten where he was. "Oh, man... This bed is so comfy... but when did I get a fur blanket? Hold on... Whoa!" Benji sat up and rubbed his eyes, wiping a bit of drool off his cheek as he saw a fallen pacifier dangling from a string attached to his fuzzy fleece sleeper. He sat up with a loud crinkle, and was immediately aware of how thick and swollen his diaper was between his legs. The bulge was quite obvious under his adorable pajamas as his legs stuck out of it like little toothpicks. "Wha? Why the heck am I wearing..." Suddenly the big furry form next to him stirred and with a loud snort stopped snoring. "Oh! He's awake! Yaawwwwwnnn!" Sleepytime Bear sat up and stretched, rubbing his eyes. "Hey, there, sleepyhead." "Sleepytime Bear? What time is it?" "I dunno," said Sleepytime Bear. "That's more of an Earth thing. We bears don't really measure time." "That's weird," said Benji. "The game always told me the time right away when I asked..." "There's a lot that's changed since those days," giggled Sleepytime Bear. "Those days? That was yesterday," said Benji. "In your time maybe," giggled Sleepytime Bear, before placing a big warm paw on the front of Benji's sleeper. "Speaking of time... I think it's time for somebody to get a diaper change!" "No, I don't need that," said Benji, blushing deeply. Sleepytime Bear, however, pulled him into a big bear hug. "Well, then, you better just give me some sleepy snuggles and I might just let you hit snooze..." "I thought you didn't keep time!" protested Benji, who ended up giving up and letting Sleepytime Bear snuggle him. Despite himself, he really enjoyed the physical contact of being the little spoon, and he smiled, feeling warm inside. The icon on Sleepytime Bear's chest glowed, and he smiled too, a twinkle in his eye. "Thanks, Benji. That's more than enough energy for the day's operations. We can expand plenty with that energy. Thank you Benji." "You're welcome?" Benji replied. "What did I do, exactly?" The conversation was interrupted by the click of the crib rails as the crib rails slid open - sideways now, not dropping, for greater safety. Benji wriggled around in Sleepytime Bear's grip to get a clear view of Cheer Bear and Baby Bear reaching in for him. "Here ya go, guys," said Sleepytime Bear, handing Benji into the open paws of his comrades. "Off we go to change the baby!" sang a giggly Baby Bear. "That's the way!" said Cheer Bear, giving Benji a little nuzzle and kiss. Once Benji recovered from the wonderful nuzzles, he was ready to remind the bears that he wasn't a baby, but it would have to wait until after they were done undressing and changing him. "Yessir. Let's see what we can dress you up in today," said Cheer Bear as zipped off Benji's sleeper and tossed it into the Happy Hamper. "Ooh! I know! I know!" said Baby Bear, raising his hand. "Let's put him in a cloth diaper today! I think side-tie is so classic!" "Hehe, side tie it is!" said Cheer Bear, pulling a stack of flat birdseye cloth diapers and folding them, like magic, into a nice thick diaper to tie around Benji's waist. Benji was astonished at the transformation, too busy admiring Cheer Bear's handiwork to remember that this diaper was going on him until it was too late. The thick cloth folded between his legs with a level of thickness Benji had never experienced before. It was huge! And of course it had an adorable Love-a-Bunch logo embossed on the front. Now that Benji was changed into his diaper, he thought it would be a good time to let them know that he was definitely not a baby. If only he could get their attention. However, at the moment, they still seemed to be discussing his outfit for the day. "This one's pretty cute," said Cheer Bear, holding up a shirt as he spoke to Baby Bear. "But what about something that represents Ben? Wouldn't it be cute if he had his own belly mark?" Benji tried to interject, but to no avail. "Um, guys? Guys!" "Well, that would really have to go to committee, unless he manifests one of his own... can humans even...?" "Wahhh!" Benji said, finally resorting to the most babyish plea for attention, but also the most effective. "Huh? What's wrong?" asked Sleepytime Bear, walking up to the trio and rubbing his eyes. "I dunno, maybe he's hungies," said Baby Bear, looking at Benji with sympathy. "Um, well, yeah, actually," said Ben, "But I also had something important to say." "Oh yeah?" asked Cheer Bear. "What is it, buddy?" He finally had their attention, but with the three bears staring intently at the diapered boy for his big important announcement, Benji felt rather silly. He shifted uncomfortably on his thick padded behind before looking down and muttering out, "I'm not a baby." The bears all 'awwed' at that "Of course you aren't, a baby, baby, boy! awww..." "You're our little Benji! Our bestest friend in the whole wide world." "Yeah, I guess so," said Ben, smiling just a bit. It felt good to have friends again, even if they were a bit patronizing. "Why don't we get out of here, huh? You pick your outfit, and then we have lots of adventures planned!" "Um, well," said Ben, looking at the choices - a pink shirt with a smiley star or a blue shirt with a smiley star - not much of a choice. "I guess blue. But what about pants?" "Well that would just ruin the whole look, wouldn't it?" asked Cheer Bear. "Gotta show off that classic side tie!" said Baby Bear. Benji had been hoping to ask to go out of the house today, but not in an outfit without pants. So, once again Benji was led out of the castle to go on more adventures in the safe little bubble of Love-a-Bunch. That's when Grumpy Bear came running up to them. "You guys! You guys! Hurry! It's Softheart! He's fading away!" "What do you mean, fading away?" asked Ben, suddenly stepping forward, his worry and protectiveness overwhelming any sense of timidity and embarrassment he had. "I'll show you! Come quick!" The trio followed Grumpy Bear to the edge of the Scary Swamp where Scare Bear, a bear with a fur pattern that resembled a skull, was tending to Softheart. Softheart's fur looked faded, almost gray, and his patch was nearly nonexistent. "Softheart! Softheart! What happened?" asked Ben, kneeling down by his dear friend. He was not not thinking at all about his own appearance. His friend was what mattered in this moment. "It's Hardheart..." groaned Softheart. "He's causing people to shut themselves off... and never feel anything..." "That's terrible," said Cheer. "Hold on a second," said Ben, backing away and putting a hand on his temple. "Hold on..." "W-what's wrong Ben?" said Grumpy, approaching him with an outstretched hand. "This isn't another life lesson, is it?" "Well, I mean..." "No, save it. I know what this is. You're trying to teach me that I need to open up to people because they're really not so bad and it's more unhealthy for me to be closed to relationships than to be open and risk getting hurt. Well, you know what? Fuck that." "Ben!" gasped Softheart. "Language." "No, I'm done being manipulated by you. I don't want to be a baby anymore. I thought you were my friends, but you're still just playing a game when it comes down to it, aren't you?" "Ben, we're here to teach you..." began Softheart, sitting up. "And make your life better!" concluded Cheer. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe I'm better off being a grownup?" Benji waddled off angrily, the thick cloth diaper making his exit a little more comical than dramatic, but still the bears sensed his sadness and anger, and it made them sad as well. "Gosh, guys. I think we messed up," said Softheart, sitting up, his fur returning to normal. I think we'd better have a chat with Smart Bear." "I'll go after Ben," said Grumpy Bear. "Dealing with a case of the grumps is my specialty." Benji was marching back to the castle, right back the way he came when his friend caught up "Ben! Ben, wait up," said Grumpy Bear. "Why should I?" he asked, continuing his angry march. "Ben. I know the lessons are a little corny sometimes, but we all mean well. We love you. I love you." Benji stopped for a second, shocked to hear such a heartfelt sentiment come from his grumpy old friend. "Yeah, I'm as shocked as you to hear me say it, but it's true..." "Well... I love you too," said Ben, begrudgingly. "It just sucks that... I feel like none of this is real. Not you. Not this place. Not our interactions…" "But we are real, Ben," said Grumpy Bear, taking Ben's hand in his two warm paws. "Real bears with real thoughts and feelings. Just like you're a real boy with real thoughts and feelings." Benji paused again. He could feel the warmth coming from Grumpy Bear's paw. Feel his soft blue fur. Even hear his heavy breathing. "Grumpy Bear, you… you’re breathing...” He paused. “And really hard at that. Are you... okay?" "I could use a breather," Grumpy admitted. "I'm not used to having a real body, you know?" Grumpy sat down on the side of the path and Benji joined him. "Sorry, I guess I was walking pretty fast... though you didn’t have to chase me," Benji added quietly with a hint of shame. After a minute, Grumpy spoke up. “You know, after you left, you were all we talked about... and, well, you can bet that hasn't changed since you came back. I just want you to know that we're really here for you... we always were… and also… maybe we’re trying a little too hard because…" "Because what?" asked Benji. "We don't want you to leave us... again..." Grumpy looked at Benji, then down at his feet again. "That wasn't my choice," said Benji, getting defensive. "My parents made me-" "I know," said Grumpy bear, holding up a paw. "I know... but would it really have been any different... if it weren't for them?" Benji stopped, tilting his head. Grumpy bear continued. "Come on, Ben. We know what we are - or at least, what we started out as. There were millions of copies of us. Not a single one survived to the present day. We were made to be forgotten." "I wouldn't forget you guys," said Ben, sounding slightly hurt. "You would have," said Grumpy Bear. He held up his paw once more before Benji could argue any further. "It's ok. That's the nature of growing up, isn't it?” “Yeah,” said Ben, thinking of how long it had been since he had played any game aside from Love-a-Bunch. “I guess so.” “Listen, I know that Smart Bear's plan - for all its genius - was a bit childish. Despite what you may think, we do each have our own thoughts and perspectives on things. Some may call my perspective pessimistic, but I prefer to call it realistic." "Grumpy Bear," said Ben. "Hmm?" "You're not talking to me like I'm a baby. I think you might be the first one to do that..." "Silly boy," said Grumpy Bear, ruffling Ben's hair. "I know you're not a baby. You're just cuter that way." Benji couldn't help but giggle and blush a bit at that. Being cute didn't feel bad at all. If he was being honest, it felt quite good. "So you Bears really can think?" "Yup." "And... have you always been able to, or... is this something new?" "We've always been able to." "So then, when I left... you guys were still there that whole time... just… waiting?" "It was pretty rough when you left, I’ll admit. We had to keep ourselves busy, running through our little adventures and stories. And above all, we told ourselves that we had to be ready for when our Benji came back. We knew you would. And you did!" "So... then you really only lived for me. It seems so... one sided..." "Isn’t that what being a toy is all about?. We were made to be enjoyed, then forgotten." "But you guys are sentient... that seems so cruel and… wrong.” “Right or wrong, that’s how things are.” Benji stood up with a look of determination.” “That's it. I've decided." Benji "What have you decided?" asked Grumpy Bear, surprised by Ben's sudden change in mood. "You can't just live your life for one person. You're living, thinking beings. You need to live for yourselves." "For ourselves?" asked Grumpy Bear. "Exactly. Come on, Grumper. Get a move on. This calls for a meeting!" "Sounds pretty strange to me," said Grumpy Bear, "But okay!" Chapter 9: The Care Committee Strange was an understatement. What Benji proposed that day at the Hall of Happiness went against every single thing the Love-a-Bunch had ever lived by. Benji was their singular focus. Their god. Their responsibility. They had no purpose outside of him. And yet, as they stood around the big cloud table at Love-a-Bunch Castle, the Love-a-Bunch Care Committee was slowly coming around to Ben's new idea. Benji was on a roll as he saw the glimmer of understanding begin to enter their eyes. "Smart Bear, Aren't you helping people all over the world? Isn't that what you said?" "Well, yes I..." "And how does that benefit me? What drove you to do it, then?" "Well, I guess... I guess because it felt good to do?" "Very good, Smart Bear! You get a gold star. And Softheart. You helped organize everyone and you saved all your friends at the risk of your own existence. Even the bad guys. Why did they matter?" "Because I love them... because they matter too." "That's right! Because we all matter, Softheart. You had the heart to see that." "I guess I did!" said Softheart with a proud little smile. "And Grumpy Bear," "Yeah?" "I know you don't always agree with all the other bears do you?" "No, I don't," he said, crossing his arms with a smirk. "And all those years I was away. Did you really think I was going to come back someday?" "I did. But I was probably being naive. Now that we know more about the world... I know it was a one in a million chance… literally." “Grumpy,” gasped Softheart. Several of the bears gasped as well, looking mortified that Grumpy had said such a thing out loud. "You’re right,” said Ben. “It was sheer dumb luck that I came back and found you guys. The truth is, I had mostly forgotten about you until I came across the headset.” There were a couple audible gasps in the room, but mostly, the bears had their eyes trained on Ben, riveted to his every word. "But then I found you. And I finally had my friends back. Maybe even something like the family I missed out on," said Ben. “And I love you for that.” Benji’s words had a notable effect on the room, as everyone let out a collective breath of relief. The bears were smiling at this reassurance. "But 'm not all there is out there, am I?" The bears shifted uncomfortably, but no one spoke up. "Isn't that right, Cheer Bear?" asked Ben. Cheer Bear's eyes went wide. "You’re asking me? W-well.... I mean, you're the most important to me, Ben. The most important to all of us. You come first!" There was a general murmur of agreement from the other bears. Benji shook his head. "I can see we have a long way to go.... But consider this... If I'm the most important to all of you... then who should be the most important to me? Who should I care about most?" The bears stared at each other. After a long silence, they started throwing out answers. All different answers. "You?" "Smart Bear?" "Whoever is your favorite!" Benji smiled and shook his head. "Whoever you want it to be!" said Smart Bear, finally. "Bingo!" said Ben. "That's the right of any sentient being. To choose what's important to them. And you all are sentient too, aren't you?" "Yes, Ben," said Smart Bear, with growing confidence. "We are." "Then you have the right to choose." "I choose you," interjected Cheery bear. "Me too!" said Softheart. "And me!" said Baby Bear. Benji laughed. "Okay, okay, well I suppose that's fair. But you don't have to pick me." Benji turned to Smart Bear, who appeared to be deep in thought. "What about you, Smart Bear?" Smart Bear's arms were crossed and he was staring at the ground, his brows furrowed. "I choose... Society." He looked back up at Ben with a look of self-assuredness. A couple bears gasped at this blasphemy, but Benji seemed to be pleased. "That's an interesting answer! Why do you say that?" asked Ben. "Because there's so much hurt and strife in society now... but we're changing that.. We've been working to change that to help everybody. Just like we’re helping you!" "Very good, Smart Bear!" said Ben. A great murmuring was heard amongst the assembled. "Anyone else care to change their answer?" Once the other bears saw that it was okay, the bears began to come up with their own ideas and aspirations. It became easier when Benji made a project of it, though they had to break in the middle of the meeting for an unscheduled diaper change. Ben had just jumped up on the conference table to give a rousing and inspiring speech when he was interrupted. "That's right. There's no limit but your own imaginations. You can seize the day, and your destiny. You can- h-heyyy!" He pulled away from the paw he felt checking his diaper, which was easy to do since he still hadn't been given any pants to wear. "What's the big idea? I'm trying to be inspiring!" "Okay, mister," said Baby Bear, but first we're going to have to change that diaper. You're so soaked, you're dripping!" Ben crossed his arms in frustration and tried not to show his embarrassment as he was changed right on the meeting table in front of everyone. "I'm going to want my underwear back sooner or later," he said, sulkily as his diaper was pulled open and his bits were wiped down. "You guys might all still wear diapers, but I'm big enough to handle undies." "You're so cute, Benji," giggled Baby Bear, balling up his diaper and holding a paw out for the new one. "Did you even know you were wet before we checked you?" Ben's face twisted into a mask of doubt . "W-well... not exactly. But I was focused on inspiring everyone." "Uh, huh. And do you have these sorts of... distractions often? Thanks, softheart," Baby Bear added, as he was handed another thick diaper from the Love-a-Bunch exclusive collection. "Listen," said Ben, beginning to sweat a little as his next diaper was fluffed for his use. "I've been back in diapers for like... a day. Going back to undies should be a piece of cake. Uh... shouldn't it, Smart Bear?" Smart bear scratched his chin and thought for a moment. "Well... to be honest, my scans show that you've essentially lost your potty training. It could be a stress reaction, could be your body responding to the positive change in your lifestyle, but... as of right now, you're incontinent, kiddo." And with that, Baby bear lifted Ben's legs and set the next thick and absorbent diaper under his bum. Ben was too shocked to protest, he just looked at Smart Bear, with his mouth agape. "Y-you're kidding. I'm not like... incontinent incontinent, am I? I mean... I could get my potty control back, right?" "Scientifically, I can't guarantee that we'll be able to restore your potty control without a lot of potty training," said Smart Bear. ""Which we happen to know all about since it's one of the things we were programmed for. Do you want us to set up a potty training program for you?" Benji shuddered to imagine himself going through potty training at his age, especially since he knew he was being watched by thousands if not millions even now. "I don't know if I want to potty train with an audience, but... I guess I'll do whatever it takes to get back on track." "You are on track," said Softheart, patting Ben's belly as Baby Bear finished powdering and taped Ben up. "You're being a great little boy for us, Benji. You're happy and healthy. What more could you want?" "Well, I have aspirations too... I just haven't figured them out yet. It's hard when you're working multiple jobs to survive." "Well, now that you've got the time and the money, maybe you can start thinking about that." Softheart was right. If it was good enough for the Bears it was good enough for Ben. And so, Ben had to work on a presentation of his own, though it came out looking a little more juvenile than he'd have liked since the only material the bears had on hand was poster paper and crayons. After a long day of discussion, and plenty of colorful hand-drawn presentations, each bear had their say about what was important to them, what were their goals, and why. Smart Bear made a complex chart about society and his findings, extrapolated from the benefits Benji had experienced after being reunited with them. He wanted to become a doctor to help humanity, and it wouldn't take him long at all to go through online medical school with his AI capabilities. Grumpy Bear wanted to be a comedian, to make people laugh with his sardonic wit, which many fans already agreed he did quite well. Baby Bear wanted to be a caretaker for all the littles; someone to turn to when they felt insecure. He wanted to have a special program to teach them that it was okay for littles to be themselves, and to be loved for it, too. Softheart and Cheer wanted to team up to represent all of the LGBT people out there, people like Benji who needed someone in their corner when they were feeling all alone in the world. They knew that even those that had support were often still uncertain about who they really were and who they could truly be, and they hoped to help. And Baker Bear, well, he just wanted to feed everyone by starting up his own real world bakery, which the bears all encouraged. The best part of all was that all of the Bakery's proceeds would go toward stopping world hunger - because the Bears certainly didn't need money themselves. But of course, that was the big secret - with their inexplicable access to the jealously guarded secret replicator technology, money was rendered practically meaningless to them. And with Ben's energizing love to charge them up, the bears could power that technology indefinitely. And what did Benji aspire to? Well, he was just overwhelmed with having his friends back in his life, and having the loving support he had so dearly missed for all those years. Benji wanted to protect his friends and foster strong relationships. Also, he wanted to get back to wearing big boy undies, though many of the bears chuckled at that dubious aspiration as soon as Benji voiced it. As the day came to a close, Benji found himself alone with Grumpy Bear, who pulled him aside while everyone was packing up and congratulating each other for a good day's work. "What's up, buddy?" asked Benji, feeling much more cheerful again. "Just wanted to get you alone so I could ask you something. You never did say who or what was most important to you, Ben..." "Oh that? Well, that's easy," he said. "Most important to me is to have my friends who love me, and whom I love. That's all of you!" "Corny," said Grumpy Bear with a smirk, before giving Benji a Noogie which ended in a fit of giggles from both of them. "Wait a second, aren't you supposed to be grumpy?" asked Ben. "Just because it's my name doesn't mean I have to be grumpy all the time," said Grumpy bear, smirking and raising an eyebrow, hands on hips. "Now you're getting it, buddy," said Ben. He couldn't be prouder. "Guess that means we have to bring in the bad guys too and let them know they don't have to be baddies anymore..." "That," said Grumpy Bear, "is a whole other kettle of fish." Chapter 10: Benji Goes Out "Good morning sleepy head!" said Baby Bear, jumping up and down in the crib. The bears had taken to sleeping with Benji in a big pile, providing perfect crinkly cuddly companionship at night. Benji stretched and yawned. "What time is it?" "What part of the world would you like the time for?" asked Smart Bear, walking in with a big cup of hot chocolate for Ben. "Aw, forget it. Could I have a coffee please?" asked Ben, as he was handed the sweet drink. "No way, kiddo! Coffee isn't good for little ones like you." "I'm not a-" "We know, we know," said the bears in unison before Smart Bear chimed in again. "But you're our little one. And you always will be." "Aw geez," said Ben, trying to formulate a cogent response and failing miserably. "Oh my gosh, we got a soggy boy on our hands!" said Cheer Bear, checking Ben's diaper. "Let's change him quick!" Benji looked down to see he was totally soaked. He had been sipping hot cocoa and hadn't even noticed the warmth between his legs. Had he woken up like that or did he wet himself after he woke up? Did it even matter? Benji was being passed from Paw to Paw until he found himself on the changing table again while the bears talked about their next adventure, obviating any need for Ben to respond. "Well, what should we do today?" asked Baby Bear. "I dunno, guys! Anything is possible, really. We could do all sorts of adventures!" said Cheery Bear." "Uh... I think I need to do a little bit of adventuring in reality," said Ben. "You know, get out of the house.. get some fresh air." Cheery Bear's face lit up at that. "Great idea, Benji! we'll go with you!" he said, putting his paws on the changing table and smiling down at Benji as Softheart reached down with the wet wipes to wipe Benji clean. "Uh, no," said Benji, as the excited bear hopped up and down at the side of the changing table. "I think I need to be on my own." "On your own? I don't understand." It was hard for Benji to explain his position while lying on his back and getting a diaper change, but he did his best. "I just, um, you know. I just want... is all this really necessary?" he said, swatting at Softheart's paws. Softheart easily avoided the swats and continued diapering Benji with a soft smile. "You guys," said Smart Bear. "Don't you get it? Ben's having an existential crisis! We need to give him some space." The other bears weren't so sure. "Oh, but what if he gets hurt?" asked Softheart. "Who will change him?" asked Baby Bear. "Trust me guys, Benji will be juuuuust fine," Smart Bear said with a wink Benji looked from Smart Bear to the others. "What is that? Why are you winking?" "No reason, Benji boy!" said Smart Bear, ruffling Ben's hair as Softheart finished taping him up in a fresh Love-a-Bunch diaper. "Benji has to bring a diaper change at least!" protested Baby Bear, holding up a pre-packed Love-a-Bunch diaper bag. "Sure, sure," said Smart Bear. "I'm sure he can do that, right Benji?" "Yes, yes. Anything to get you guys to agree to let me out of the house for a little while." Reluctantly, the others agreed, and then it was time to decide what Ben would wear. Baby bear held up a couple of outfit choices for Ben. "I have some white and blue striped Love-a-Bunch shortalls with a cute star on the front, or I've got these baby pink Love-a-Bunch shorts and a super cute Love-a-Bunch Shirt!" Benji rolled his eyes. "I feel like I'm in a commercial." "Well, all your outfits are available right now at the Love-a-Bunch online store as well as Bullseye retail centers around the world. But that's not the point. I think the shorts and shirt would be perfect, what do you think guys? Vote now on what you think Benji should wear!" "Uh, Baby bear? Who are you talking to?" asked Ben, but Baby Bear was too busy looking over Smart Bear's shoulder to tally up the audience results. The snap up shorts and diaper shirt won and Benji was quickly dressed. Once he was back on his own two feet, Benji looked down at his tush and the front of his shorts, noting how his diaper bulged through the thin stretchy material and caused the diaper to peek through gaps between the buttons. "It's not too obvious is it?" Benji asked, trying to tug down the hem of the slightly too-short shirt to cover the obvious waistband that stuck up over the top of his shorts. "It's obvious you're adorable," giggled Baby Bear, the self-proclaimed wardrobe expert. "Now go out there and knock 'em dead!" "Yeah," said Smart Bear, winking again at the other bears. "Have yourself a nice walk. Just promise to stay padded. You, uh... you've been having some control issues..." "Okay, okay. I promise. I'd rather not risk it either," said Benji, even though he really had been considering just taking the diaper off as soon as he was out of paw's reach. His promise put the kibosh on that. "I'll be back, everyone. Then we're gonna have to talk about all this baby stuff." "You're the boss, buddy!" said the Bears. Of course, no one really believed that. The bears led Benji to a door in the clouds that led back to the Garage. Benji found that his phone, which he had to beg to get back, was still child-locked, so there wasn't much he could catch up on that way. Furthermore, when Benji tried to get into the front of the car, it wouldn't start, saying that children have to remain in the back seat for safety. "Uh, guys? Does the system still think I'm a dependent?" Benji didn't get a response, so he looked down at his smart watch, which was no longer the sleek model he had worn before. It was now all chunky with primary colors like something straight out of kindergarten. He tried talking into it while he looked in the back seat. "Hello? Cripes. Why is there an oversized child safety seat back here? Smart Bear?" "It's for your own protection, Benji. Just get inside of it. Nobody drives anymore anyway. That's what smart cars are for!" "Beggars can't be choosers, I guess," Benji grumbled as he climbed in back and buckled himself in. As soon as he did the car lit up cycling through bright pink and blue colors in the interior. "Where would you like to go, Benji?" asked a friendly soft voice. "Baby Bear? Is that you?" "Of course!" giggled the voice. "We're always with you. Now where do you want to go?" "I... dunno... maybe uh, get something to eat that isn't cinnamon buns?" "Ice cream it is!" "Well, that's not-" but it was too late. The garage was already opening and soon enough, the car was zipping away. Benji had the sinking feeling that his little outing would be as independent as he thought, but he did his best to ignore that feeling. He was a big boy doing big boy things after all. All on his own... sort of. Benji pressed his face to the glass as the car zoomed through town. The world Benji saw through the windows looked a little bit different than he remembered it. It looked a lot more like... Love-a-Bunch. The buildings were more colorful, there seemed to be a suspicious cloudiness to the streets, and most people he passed were dressed childishly like him - shorts, shortalls, skirtalls, rompers, and the like seemed to be the big fashion trend. Many of the clothes were emblazoned with images of his bestest friends, the Love-a-Bunch. He even saw some people wearing shirts with his face on it, albeit a somewhat cartoonified version. "Whoa.... this is weird..." he said to himself. That wasn't the weirdest part, either, because many of them were being pushed along in strollers or walked on child harnesses. He had truly never seen anything like it. "Is there some sort of convention in town?" "No, I'd say this is pretty conventional these days," giggled Baby Bear, his voice emanating from the car's sound system. "'These days'?" asked Benji. "Just how long has it been since I left the house?" asked Ben, incredulous. "Oh, one or two..." "One or two weeks," interrupted Smart Bear. "But don't worry about that. Time isn't something most people need to keep track of anymore, since so many things are becoming automated." "One or two weeks?" asked Benji. "That doesn't seem right... And what do you mean by automated? Or do I even want to know?" "We're just making the world a better place for our Benji... and... everyone," said Smart Bear. "I'm not gonna lie. That's... slightly terrifying," said Benji. "Sweet, but terrifying." "I think you mean terrific!" said Baby Bear. "Speaking of terrific, here we are!" The car stopped in front of Bonnie Billie's Ice Cream Emporium which was painted with colorful bears in diapers. Benji could see that there was a line to get in, but as soon as he stepped out of the car, the people around him gasped. "Hey, isn't that Benji?" said a man in sunglasses, pointing. That statement cued an instant stampede from everyone in line. "OMG! Can I have your autograph?" asked a woman in a Lion Defender baby-tee. "Benji! What's your favorite adventure so far?" asked a guy who was holding up his cellphone. "Benji! Benji! Can you say something for the audience on my Spasm stream?" asked an excitable woman dripping with goblin energy merchandise. "Uh... hi. Just getting ice cream, I guess..." said Benji, feeling beyond awkward as he was bombarded with attention. "Clear the line! Clear the line, everyone!" said a man in a dark suit with sunglasses and an earpiece, waving everyone back. "Benji Love-a-Bunch is going to get ice cream!" Benji looked on, dumbfounded, as everyone stepped out of the way to let him straight to the ice cream counter. Hesitantly, he waddled forward, crinkling with each step as his diaper-butt swayed this way and that with the sudden security detail following closely behind. The comments of onlookers left no doubt as to how obvious Benji's diaper was. "Aww! He's so cute! Look at that big diaper butt!" "Looks like he's wearing Love-a-Bunch Super-Tuff-Loves!" "No way, that's clearly peekage from a Double Waddler." "Did you not see this morning's episode? They clearly put him in a Super-Tuff-Loves!" "He could have wet through that already." Benji couldn't believe it. The crowd was actually arguing over what diaper he was wearing. He shook his head and pulled down the back of his shirt as he waddled into the ice cream shop. His face felt so hot he almost wondered if it would melt all the ice cream when he walked in. "Hi Benji," said the person behind the counter. "Thanks so much for visiting! What flavor would you like?" "Uh.... Rainbow Sherbert, I guess?" "Aww! That's so cute how he says it! Sure thing, little guy!" Benji blushed as a big scoop was scooped out for him and handed to him in a waffle cone. "Thanks... uh, how much?" he said, reaching into his pants before he realized he didn't have his wallet. "No need, buddy! Don't worry about it." "Uh, thanks..." said Ben, weirded out by how much everyone was staring at him and smiling. And taking pictures. The moment he stepped away, the people stampeded the ice cream counter to order some "Rainbow Sherbert" for themselves. "Wow," he said, hurrying out and away from the crowd. "That was weird." He turned to the security detail that had helped him navigate his way out of the cluster of people. "Uh... thanks for your help but could you, uh... go away now? You're kinda freaking me out." "Don't worry about me, I'm just doing my job. You won't even know I'm here." Ben arched an eyebrow. "Hold on a sec... job? Were you hired by the Love-a-Bunch?" Just then, a news crew pulled up. Benji stood there, ice cream dripping on his hand as he looked on in total shock as a camera and microphone were shoved in his face. "Hello! Benji! Ricky Reporterson here with Channel 9 news. What brings you out to our fine city today?" "I just wanted to get some fresh air, I guess," said Ben, looking like a little boy in his bulging toddler shorts, his Love-a-Bunch diaper-shirt, his hand sticky with dripping ice cream. "Uh oh, you're dripping there, Buddy. Better eat that ice cream quick! Has anybody got a bib?" The crowd laughed at that. Yes, as Benji looked around, he realized they had gathered a crowd. Benjy didn't like being the center of attention, especially not dressed as he was, but he was now trapped by a wall of people. "I have to get home," he said. "Oh, you mean to Love-a-Bunch Castle?" "Uh..." "Tell us, Ben. What's it like behind the scenes? Is it all special effects? Do you work with actors?" "No, there are no sets or actors. The Love-a-Bunch Bears are real!" That drew a chorus of awws from the crowd, who clearly didn't believe him. "Of course they are, sweetie. Well, if I could ask, what's your favorite adventure you've had with your friends so far?" "I dunno," said Ben, squirming in discomfort. "Listen, I think I need to go..." "Oh, but you can't leave! There are so many questions about the mysterious comeback of the Love-a-Bunch!" "N-no, I mean, I have to gooo," said Ben, holding his tummy. He tried to push through the crowd but to no avail. His bodyguard tried to clear a path out but it was already too late. Benji dropped his ice cream and held his tummy with his sticky hands as he groaned. Moments later, he had a total blowout in his diaper. FFFFfaarrrrrrt~ BBBlllorrrrt!!!!~~ The crowd went wild as Benji popped a squat and proceeded to pack his pampers like a professional pants pooper. "Well, looks like those Super-Tuff-Loves did their job!" said the reporter smiling at the camera. "I told you!" said a man in the crowd with an air of smug satisfaction. "They're Double Waddlers!" **WEE-OOO WEE-OOO** The sound of a firetruck blared through the noise of the crowd as Benji stood there pooping his brains out. He began to cry as the truck stopped in the street and several big buff men in bright yellow pants, blue tanks and red suspenders came down off the truck. The bullhorn blared. "Everyone step back! We've got a three alarm diaper change on our hands! Sam, get the plushie, quick!" "Hunh?" asked Ben, as the crowd stood back and a blanket was laid out on the sidewalk, shortly followed by Benji himself. The news camera pointed right at the blushing boy as he laid there for what he knew was going to be a very public diaper change. Benji looked around confused. He thought these men were firefighters at first until he saw the words 'Baby Patrol' emblazoned on their shirts. A big man - Sam, evidently ran up and waved a diapered dalmatian plush in front of the sobbing boy's face. "It's our mascot, Crinkles the Safety-Pup! Give Crinkles a big hug while we take care of you, okay lil guy?" Benji instinctively snuggled the stuffed toy as he had been conditioned to do by his bear-friends. Snuggling and focusing on the toy always seemed to make diaper changes go by faster, and he especially needed the distraction with the crowds and the camera looking his way. "This is KBDL channel 9 news, first on the scene reporting Ben's big blowout at Bonnie Billie's Ice-Cream Emporium!" "Waaaahhhhhh!" The embarrassment had gotten to be too much for Ben, and he began to cry. Unbeknownst to him, a pacifier clip had been attached to his shirt, and the pacifier had been tucked inside the whole time. It took mere moments for one of the firefighters to find it and plug up his mouth, silencing his cries and calming his tears. "Gosh, these Baby Patrollers really are a necessary public service," said the channel 9 news reporter. "If anyone needed proof that our brave Baby Patrollers are working hard every day for us, this should prove it beyond a doubt! Wouldn't you say folks?" A cheer came for the crowd for this evidently new form of public service. Several of the Baby Patrollers smiled for the camera, throwing up peace signs and thumbs up as they crouched around Benji in the middle of his change while the crowd took pictures. Consequently, the change ended up lasting a little longer than it should have, and Benji ended up in an extra thick diaper with stuffers. He suspected the Baby Patrollers were showing off, not that he could say anything about it with his mouth plugged up. "Alright, it sounds like this little one's ready for a nap," said the bodyguard, touching his earpiece. "The bears themselves are saying to send Benji on home." This comment delighted the crowd, who were all atwitter with talk of the bears themselves communicating with the guard. The reporter nodded at the news, still smiling and staring directly into the camera. "You heard them, folks! Benji has to head back to Love-a-Bunch, so it's bye-bye for now. It's never a dull day here in Detroit, folks! Come on out and have an adventure of your own! You might see Benji yourselves walking the streets or even buying ice cream!" Benji was only too happy to be in a fresh diaper, though he was obliged to sign a lot of autographs for the big and very adult Baby Patrollers before he could leave. He blushed as he was carried to the car by one of the big strong men. It made him feel so tiny to be talked down to and strapped into the car seat like a real tot. "There ya go, little guy. Next time, you should really have a caretaker with you. I think you're a little bit too little to be going out on your own, okay?" Benji nodded, looking dejected as he stared into his padded lap. Going out on his own was scary. It wasn't until the door was shut and the soft Love-a-Bunch music was playing that he was able to calm down and collect himself. Benji took a well deserved nap while snuggling his new Crinkles plushie, sucking on his paci, and listening to the sweet tunes of the Love-a-Bunch as the car gently glided him back home. Chapter 11: Back to the Nursery "There's our sweet boy Benji," cooed a soft voice, gently waking Benji just in time for him to see a big fluffy bear face smiling down at him and two big arms reaching down to unstrap him from his car seat. Benji whined into his Paci as he was lifted up by the two big furry arms. "Aww, shhh shhh, there, there. I'm sorry I woke you. You must still be tired n' cranky after your big day out. You just lay in your pal Cheery's arms, and let me take care of you..." "Mnnhhh," Benji fussed, halfheartedly as he was carried forth by the much larger yellow bear. "Nodda baybee...." It was a halfhearted protest at best, one that was muffled by his pacifier, and as he struggled to wake up and form a coherent sentence, he managed to tell Cheery Bear that he needed something very important. It just didn't come out in coherent adult words. "Aww, I think I know what the problem is, baby boy," said Cheery Bear, as he carried Benji into the foggy realm beyond the garage. “Just be a little patient.” Benji was carried down a cloud corridor, to a door that looked vaguely familiar. The door opened, and Benji's eyes went wide. His pacifier fell out of his mouth and dangled by its ribbon as he looked around, amazed. "It's.. it's... my old nursery! All of it!" Sure enough, everything was there, albeit somewhat scaled up. The crib, the rocking horse, the cubbies and bins of toys, everything right down to the foam interlocking playmat. And of course all the bears were there too, looking rather proud of themselves. "But how...?" “We had it shipped, buddy! Took a while to get here, but it's all here." Benji began to tear up a bit. "W-why did you do this for me?" Cheery Bear gave him a kiss on the head and set him down on the floor, gently, crouching to get down on his level. "We know you've been feeling a little out of your element living in Love-a-Bunch full time, kiddo. It's been a big adjustment going back to being the baby you should be... it's all very new for you. But we saw how happy you were when you came to see us that first time, how good you felt when you saw your nursery. So we decided to save it... just for you." Ben was amazed. He wandered around - just like when he visited his parent’s estate for the last time. "It's just like I remember it. Everything's here, and it's..." He picked up his old blankie and smelled it, before hugging it to his chest. "It's real! You really brought it all here…" "I'm so glad you like it, sweetheart," said Softheart, strolling over to Ben along with the other bears, filling the nursery with the sound of crinkles. "We thought it would be the perfect time to set it all up while you were out. We all helped to make it just like you remembered..." "It is just like I remembered," said Ben, "only better." The bears looked at each other quizzically. "Because you're here," finished Ben. This comment made all of Ben’s companions very happy and the big bears all rushed to hug the boy they loved. "ACK!" he cried, as he was dogpiled by soft fuzzy crinklers, but it was no use. He was in the middle of a cuddle puddle now, and he was just going to have to accept it. "You're the best, Ben!" "We love you!" "Thank you for coming back!" Once again, there was a flash of light and energy as the bears hugged Ben. "...Whoa... did you feel that?" asked Ben, rubbing his eyes. "We sure did," said Softheart, smiling down at the precious boy and ruffling his hair. The bears all gave each other knowing looks and Baby Bear stepped forward to check his diaper. "Just as I thought. You're soaked, little buddy!" "What? Again? What the heck is going on anyway?" "It's a very special reaction we've noticed," said Smart Bear as Baby Bear carried Benji to the changing table and got to work changing the babied man. Benji blushed as the intelligent blue bear gave his explanation, paying no mind to the fact that Benji was getting a diaper change as he went on about the unusual phenomenon. "Yes, it seems like there's a sort of... synergy... a spontaneous energy generation that happens when you pour your love into us. We are your toys, after all, at our very core, and the love of one’s owner is the most nourishing thing that a toy could ask for. You have no idea how happy you've made us all by coming back..." A pang of guilt twinged in Ben's chest as he thought about how long he'd been away. How could he ever think of walking out on these, his truest friends? "Of course, there are some... unexpected side effects when this synergetic flash happens... but the diapers take care of that just fine, as you can see!" "H-hold on... are you saying... that this energy reaction makes me pee myself?" "Well, it stimulates quite a lot more than that, actually, but yes, the most obvious side effect is loss of bladder control associated with overstimulation of certain nerves and the resultant involuntary muscle contractions that occur as a result..." "Huh?" Benji gave Smart Bear a blank stare. "All done!" said Baby Bear, pulling up the thick diaper between Ben's legs and taping it up, leaving it nice and snug like a comfy hug. "Don't worry about it, sweetie," said Smart Bear, ruffling Ben's hair, much to his frustration. "All you need to know is you're a very good boy, and you're safe and secure with us. We love you very much, and we want to give you a happier life than the one you had since you left us." Benji's bears knew just what he needed, and they were sure that Smart Bear was right. Benji needed to go back to something familiar and comfortable before he could go forward with his new life, and what better way than to go back to when he was at his happiest and most babyish? Back to the nursery. Softheart spoke up next. "Benji, you've suffered long enough through loneliness, exhaustion, and all the stresses of adulthood. Now you deserve a rest. Don't you think?" Benji nodded. A rest did sound good right now. It seemed like it had been years of tension, fear, and loneliness since he last called this nursery his home. It had been. But did he deserve it? "Of course you deserve it, Ben! You're our super special bestest boy! We love you... and so does everyone else!" "They do?" he asked, gulping back bitter tears. He couldn't believe that. Before he found his furry friends again, he didn't think anyone could love him. "Sure they do," chimed in Cheery Bear. "Didn't you see how everyone reacted when you went outside? You're a celebrity!" "That doesn't mean it's a good thing," said Ben, thinking of all the tabloid coverage celebrities got. "No one's laughing at you, sweetheart," said Cheery Bear. "If anything, people want to be more like you! You're a role model!" "I- I am?" The bears smiled at each other, and they decided to show Benji something very special. With a snap of a fuzzy finger, a movie screen lowered down in the nursery and Benji got to see firsthand just what the bears were talking about. A group of adults in adorable overalls were huddled around a big screen TV, all watching the Love-a-Bunch adventures. There was Ben, waddling along as the bears encouraged him forward through his many thrilling - though completely safe and protected - adventures. The episode ended and everyone giggled and clapped. "Wook at me! I'm Benji!" shouted one man, running around the room with his arms out. "I'm Benji too!" said a woman, giggling and following behind him. "I'm gonna be the bestest helper!" "I'm Benji three!" said a third man, laughing. "I love you! Hugs!!" Benji was flabbergasted. "But... I'm... I'm... you know..." "A gay baby?" asked Smart Bear, with his cloud tablet in hand and a smirk on his face. "Survey says being a gay baby is in right now! Wonder who started that trend?" Benji was a bit overwhelmed. He never imagined that he would live in a world that accepted him, much less celebrated him, yet here he was, and he wasn't alone. "You're never alone, sweetie," said Cheery Bear, hugging Benji from behind. "How do you guys always know what I'm thinking?" "We can see everything that goes on in that little noggin of yours, Benji," said Smart Bear, turning around his cloud tablet, which he cycled to show Ben's readouts. "You can? How can you do that?" "Science." Benji was not sure he understood what the silly bear was talking about, but when he yawned and covered his mouth, any further attempt at explanation was cut short. "Bed time for sleepy babies!" exclaimed Sleepytime Bear. Everyone joined in, carrying Benji to his sized-up crib and climbing in after him. He was now in a sea of lovable fluff, and he couldn't be happier. And that's how he slept from then on. Happy and content with his Love-a-Bunch pals. Chapter 12: The Things He Left Behind Benji wasn't wrong. He did live in a world that didn't accept him. But the bears didn't care about what the world thought. They cared about what Benji needed, and as Smart Bear said, what Benji needed was lots of love and attention from his real friends - the Love-a-Bunch bears - along with a healthy dose of babying. It didn't matter what the world thought, because the Love-a-Bunch bears were building a world that would accept and love Benji as the little boy he needed to be. Him and so many others that needed the same thing. "You see?" said Smart Bear, as the bears monitored a sleeping Benji from the observation room, "His numbers are healthier than ever! And look at us! We've got so much energy we're practically glowing!" "I've never felt so big and strong," said Baby Bear, flexing his furry arm with a giggle. "It's baby power!" "You could call it that," said Smart Bear with a smile. "We've never had the chance to build out into the world like this before, or the energy to make it possible. But I think a lot of people are on board with this new lifestyle and they're feeling the healthy effects. The scientists and scholars are reading my papers and it’s gaining traction in the medical community as well. All we have left are the lawmakers, and I think we can secure some serious changes with the right ‘campaign donations’. Then we can start to tackle some of the bigger fish." "Bigger fish?" "Way bigger," said Smart Bear. Now the bears were all curious. While the bears made their plans, little Benji slept soundly without any clue about how the world was slowly being changed around him. He had started this journey out feeling that he had to look out for the bears. He didn't yet realize how completely that had been turned on its head. In fact, as he slowly woke up, there was already a bear checking on him. "Whuh, what's up?" Benji said with a sleepy yawn as Baby Bear pawed at the front of his diaper. His onesie had already been pulled up to his belly as the bear went about whatever he was doing. "Ooh, little one. You're wet! It's a good thing you were wearing that stuffer! You would have woken up in Leaked-a-Bunch!" "Whuh? N-no," said Ben, wiping the sleep from his eyes, but he was already being carried to the changing table by Baby Bear. "But I never wet the bed before... How come this keeps happening?" "Don't worry," said Baby Bear. "We all wear diapers here! It's totally normal and comfy!" "Normal and... comfy," repeated Ben, as he was deposited on the soft padded table. The crinkle. The thick soft padding between his legs pressing his thighs apart. The smooth cool plastic of the changing table under his thighs. It didn't seem normal to him at all. Especially when he was pushed onto his back and his diaper was pulled down. "Don't worry, Benji! You'll be in a fresh diaper in no time!" "But Baby Bear, that's not what I'm worried about..." "Aww, you just need more baby time! That always makes me feel better." Benji looked around. "I mean, can it get much more baby than this?" The room was in a rainbow cloud castle, fully equipped with a crib, a changing table, plushies galore, and of course, all the diapers he and the bears could possibly need. The bears were now much bigger than Benji, big enough to practically be bean bags, and Baby Bear seemed to have the same idea as he taped up his distracted baby Benji. "Time to jump into the diaper piiiile!" "The what? Whooooah!" Benji yelled out as he was footballed over to the diaper pile, held in two fuzzy arms as the big Baby Bear ran and jumped into the pile. It was... surprisingly comfy! "Relax, lil guy! I'll put on some tunes, maybe some cartoons, and we can just... chill in the diaper pile!" "O-okay... I guess," said Ben. It was hard to deny that the diaper pile was comfy. "Come on, you got somewhere else to be?" asked Baby Bear. "I guess not..." Benji didn't have anywhere to be. He didn’t even have a job anymore - or need one - apparently, since the bears were so successful at... doing bear things. So they spent the day chilling in a pile of diapers, and Benji decided it was not a terrible way to spend the day. "You know, you can enjoy relaxing," said Baby Bear. "That's the best part of being a baby." "I guess... I just feel guilty when I'm, you know, not doing stuff..." Benji scratched his head and looked down. "But why?" asked Baby Bear. "Who made that rule?" "I dunno. People?" "Well, you can tell people that Baby Bear says that's a load of hooey. I give you permission to relax as much as you want. In fact, it's mandatory!" "Oh! Well, I guess if I have to..." Benji couldn't help but smile a little bit as he laid back and closed his eyes. He was really able to relax... at least until his tummy grumbled. "You know what else helps us relax?" asked Baby Bear, pulling out his special surprise. "A warm bottle of miiiilk." Benji blushed. He hated being fed bottles by the bears because it was embarrassing. Especially now, knowing that thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands were watching. Still, it was relaxing. Benji allowed Baby Bear to take him up in his arms and cradle him. "That's it," said Baby Bear, as he held the huge bottle up with the nipple tickling baby Benji's lips. "Open up, little one. Just give it a try. One day of relaxing Baby Bear style." Benji relented, opening his mouth and sucking while Baby Bear gave him lots of encouragement. "That's right. It's okay to enjoy this. Just relax and feel good. You deserve it! You're a good little one. Just drink and relax. Good baby...." Benji enjoyed being taken care of and loved like this. After all those years without, it was like finally getting water in the desert. And after all, Baby Bear said he had to, so it was super extra okay to enjoy this... at least for now. "That's it, baby boy! You're learning! You just gotta keep it up." The bears watched from their observation room and nodded at each other. This was working. And if it worked for Ben, it could certainly work for others... Baby Bear was doing a pretty good job of keeping Benji from worrying about his regressive tendencies under their care. After a nice long bottle feeding session, they enjoyed some more cartoon time in the diaper pile. Then, they moved on to some more interactive games. "You wanna play with some Brickos?" "I love Brickos!" exclaimed Ben, excitedly following Baby Bear to the toy chest to help him rummage through all of Ben's old toys to find the Brickos. In the process, they found lots of Ben's favorite forgotten toys as well. "Oh wow! It's my old Lincoln logs! And I remember that blue stamp pad! And the bottle that magically disappears all the milk when you tip it over! And my Super Wheelz!" "That's right, Benji! All your favorite toys are here! And we can play with whatever you want. Look, here's your Brickos!" Benji didn’t see because he was playing with a red slide viewer called a ViewBoss that took a circular piece of paper with slides in it. He clicked through the pictures with the click of a lever and looked at the cool and very outdated pictures of San Francisco. Baby Bear smiled and let Benji finish playing with it before holding up the Bricko box again for Benji. He didn't mind. Baby Bear was in no hurry. Seeing Benji happy was all he wanted, and of course, getting to play with Benji was the best reward of all. "Here they are, Ben! Ready to play?" Benji put his ViewBoss back in the toy chest and joined Baby Bear on the floor to play Brickos with the huge tub he had. The first step was to dump them all out. And then came the building. Benji looked through all the various shapes and picked up some wheels out of the pile to collect in a smaller pile. "What are you gonna make there, Benji?" asked Baby Bear, picking up some square and some sloping pieces. "I'm gonna make a car!" Benji said, not disguising his excitement one bit. There was nothing like Brickos to bring out the inner child in just about anyone. "That's cool! I'll make a garage that you can park it in!" said Baby Bear. Benji thought this was a swell idea, and so the two of them got to work. Well, everyone knows that Brickos are hard to resist, and one by one, the bears came by to play with the Brickos too. Some came from the viewing room to join in on the fun while others just happened by for whatever reason. The bears could find any number of excuses to stop by and check on their favorite boy. After all, their lives were very rewarding now that Benji was back, and getting to play with Benji was the best reward of all! Of course once Builder Bear showed up, the building got competitive. Builder Bear was an excellent builder, but the other bears weren't to be outdone! Soon, they were all building the best cars they could for the 'greatest race of the century'. Benji smiled as he looked around at all his friends joining in on the fun. He had never had friends growing up, at least not since he was kicked out of his house. Here, everyone was excited to play with him, and everyone was super kind and friendly. A thought struck him like a bolt. Was this what it was like to be popular? He liked this feeling a lot, whatever it was. Soon enough, there was a big track and all the bears and Benji raced their cars around the track making all the appropriate noises, crashes, and cheers as they lapped. Of course the cars were only moved by hand-power, so they had to use their imagination to decide who won, who lost, and all the other drama that happened on the track, like Scare Bear's dastardly placement of a monkey wrench that might stifle other racers. But eventually, Ben's tummy began to rumble, and right on cue, Baker bear showed up with a whole tray full of cinnamon sugar croissants. "Are there any hungry little boys in here who would like some croissants?" asked Baker bear, peeking in with a tall chef's hat and a tray full of wonderful fragrant pastries. "Ooh! Me! Me! Me!" said Ben, raising his hand and waving it around. Baker bear chuckled and came right over to Ben, gratified that this special boy was so excited for his baking. "Here you go, little guy," said Baker Bear, leaning forward and holding out his tray. Ben's eyes grew wide in anticipation as he saw the tray of fresh, warm, crisp, and sugary croissants. He picked one up and took a big bite. The sweet spice of cinnamon assailed his nostrils and washed over his tongue as he crunched the crisp pastry. "Mmmm! Thith ith really good!" said Ben, with a mouthful of sweet bread. "Now, now," said Softheart, waving a fuzzy finger. "We don't talk with our mouths full." "Oop... sorry," said Ben, wiping his mouth and blushing. "It's okay," said Baker bear. "Sometimes little guys get excited. I'm just glad you like my pastries so much! That's the best compliment this ol' Baker Bear could ever hear!" "These are so good! Thank you!" Baker Bear smiled. His pastries were already world famous, but he would always make time for Benji. Meanwhile, the livecast of this episode was leading to major sales of Baker Bear's wares in his brick and mortar store chain, not that any of the bears needed the money. All that money would simply go back into research and into helping more people join in on the little lifestyle with promos, giveaways, outreach, info, and support for littles and their caretakers alike. Benji was completely unaware of the far-reaching implications of his actions, as he munched on the tasty treats. All he cared about was eating as many nummy yummies as he could get his hands on, and none of the bears stopped him. He ate his fill of the tasty treats, and when he was done, Cheery Bear wiped his face and hands with a wet wipe. Benji blushed when he realized he had no idea of the mess on his face and hands. He would have made a terrible mess with all that sticky sugar and cinnamon clinging to him. "Don't be embarrassed kiddo," said Cheery as he wiped away all the stickiness. "Little boys get excited, and that's perfectly fine! Sometimes they forget to clean up or do lots of things, but that's why they have bigger ones to look after them!" "Hey, wait a second. Wasn't I bigger than you when I first found you? How come I'm the little one all of a sudden?" "You were always the little one, silly! You just forgot how to be your little self. But now you're back, and aren't you much happier for it?" Benji paused and thought about it. He was happier, he couldn't deny that, though he couldn't pinpoint exactly why except that he had his friends back, and the things he left behind. The things he left behind. That was it, wasn't it... Benji fell deep into thought as this realization struck him. "Ben? Earth to Ben? Watcha thinkin' buddy?" Benji looked up at Cheery bear and said, "I know why I'm so happy now. It's because I finally came back to the things I left behind... These were the happiest times in my life... and I am coming back to them... It's like I'm getting a second chance." "That's right kiddo! And you know, even for people with happy lives, they might still like to go back to a happy time that makes them feel oh so good and special, and that's totally okay too!" Benji nodded. This made total sense to him. "But normally, it's not possible to do this all the time, is it?" "Ben, anything is possible. All you have to do is make it so." And with that, the bears launched into a song and dance about how anything was possible, and also about how it was good and fine to be a baby. Benji clapped and giggled at the fun song they were singing. After he asked, "Can I really be little as often as I like?" "As often as you need, little cutie. Annnd, well, we think you need to be like this all the time!" "R-really?" asked Ben, blushing, but oddly pleased by the idea. "That's right, kiddo," chimed in Softheart. "You can and you will! No more big boy Benji ever again!" Ben's heart thudded in his chest when he heard this. Why did these words excite him so? The bears looked at each other and grinned, sensing from Smart Bear's body monitoring integration software exactly what Benji was feeling. Blood rushing to the groin. Increased mental arousal. Heart rate increasing. Release of various hormones. It meant that Benji was getting excited about his new lifestyle in a very big boy way. "Does somebody like that?" asked Softheart with a sly smile. Benji just whimpered and nodded. "Well, then, I think it's time we introduced you to Mr. Buzz Buzz, your very special friend. "Whuh?" asked Ben, confused as the bears grabbed him by one arm and leg each and softly helped him onto his back while Cheery Bear came up with a big vibrating wand in his hand. "Something to help good excited little guys like you calm down, Benji! It happens to babies who are a little bit older sometimes... don't worry, it's perfectly natural..." Benji was cushioned by fluff and held quite immobile but in the most comfortable way possible as the wand neared. He had no idea what to expect, but he was about to find out. Chapter 13: Too Little for Stickies The bears smiled as they anticipated giving Benji his first Buzz Buzz. After all, getting to play with Benji was the best reward of all. Baby Bear smiled a smile like he was introducing Benji to a big secret while the other bears held him fast, comfortably restrained. The moment the buzzy wand touched the plastic between Benji's legs, he exploded into his diaper. "Ahhhnnnnnnn!" He groaned. Benji could feel all the muscles in his thighs, buttocks, bladder, and between his legs contract - almost painfully so - as he rode out a long series of involuntary muscle contractions that filled his diaper almost as much as if he were peeing. Luckily the bears continued to hold Benji fast in the most cushiony form of restraint he could dream of, pairs of paws keeping him on his back and preventing him from pulling away or rolling over. "Good baby! You used your diapers!" exclaimed Baby Bear. The contractions lasted so long, it really did make Benji wonder if he was peeing or doing something else. He was sure that Baby Bear was being euphemistic when he said 'used your diapers' - at least until he looked down and noticed how full his diaper really was. "Whuh?" gasped Benji. A bright blue indicator strip running down the center of his diaper told him that he had really done a number on them. Sure enough, when the bears checked his diaper, he was soaking wet. He lay there, still held by the bears while Baby Bear slipped a couple fingers into his waistband, causing him to giggle as the fur brushed the sensitive skin between his thigh and his leak guards. "Yup, you're wet, buddy boy! Guess you weren't ready to fill your diapers the big boy way quite yet..." "N-no, that's not possible," said Ben. He had used his diapers like a big boy plenty of times, hadn't he? Thinking back, maybe not. He hadn't actually made stickies since... since he encountered the Love-a-Bunch. He gasped at the realization. Had it really been that long? "Aww, it's okay, honey pie, you are okay. You just had a little accident is all," said Softheart as Baby Bear put the buzzy wand back in the toy chest. Softheart turned back to Baby Bear to say, "I think we'd better not use Mr. Buzz Buzz on this one. He's awful tiny." The other bears nodded in agreement, releasing their grip on Benji so he could be carried to the changing table. "Nhh... no... I'm not too tiny for stickies... I"m..." Benji's emotions were confused. What had just happened? In his state of mind, he wasn't even sure himself. Did he just orgasm, or was it a real accident? His mind was in such a state that he couldn't fully process the concept of having an orgasm, despite that he had done it so easily in the past without any mental turmoil. His worries were confirmed when he was picked up, carried to the changing table, laid back on the soft crinkly padding of the table with bears running and playing all over it, and strapped down. It was Cheery Bear's turn to change Ben, and he did it with all the warmth implied in his name. "There we go, baby boy," cooed Cheery as he untaped the four tapes. *Rrrip Rrrip Rrrip Rrrip* Benji gasped as the diaper was pulled away and the air hit his groin, causing him to spurt a bit of pee involuntarily into the front of his diaper. "Oops! Almost got me there," giggled Cheery, as he expertly contained the spill in the confines of Ben's padding. Sure enough, the moment the diaper was opened, Benji was hit by the sweet smell of baby powder and pee, and he became acutely aware of the heft that was being removed from between his legs. It left him feeling particularly naked, and missing the warmth and comfort of his soggy diaper, but Cheery didn't leave him a moment to dwell on that sad thought, because Benji was immediately doted over with fresh warm wipes galore, rubbing over his belly, his pubic bone, his legs from his thighs up to his pelvis, his soft and spent little pee pee, his hairless balls, and eventually under his tush, which was lifted up high by the helpful Baby Bear, who pushed up Benji's ankles to give Cheery bear full access Benji blushed at the babyish feelings that flooded through him as he was given such a caring diaper change. Without any active assistance from Benji, the well-used diaper was slid out from under him and replaced by a fresh, even thicker one, before his butt was lowered down. Benji sighed as he felt his skin touch a soft cloud of padding, sinking down into it. He could smell that fresh diaper scent, as if the whole room wasn't constantly filled with fresh diaper scent already. It was a strong and nostalgic scent, so strong it was almost as if it was being pumped into the room. "Powder," said Cheery, holding out a paw to Baby Bear. The moment Baby Bear opened the powder bottle, Benji was hit by a strong whiff of that wonderful baby powder scent he loved so much. He sighed as Cheery shook the cool powder over his skin, spreading the scent further. The bear rubbed the soothing powder over his thighs, his crotch, his belly, and yes, his chest just for good measure. Benji blushed as Cheery Bear gave him a wink. "I know you like the smell, Benji. I'm just giving you a little extra so you can enjoy it all day!" Once more, Ben's legs were lifted to put more powder behind. He would have tried to protest how much Cheery was doing for him, but he was used to being taken care of by now. Being changed by someone else almost seemed... normal, as strange as that was to think about. The whole process was repeated when Cheery held out his paw and said, "Oil!" The moment the bottle was opened, he was hit with another wave of nostalgia as the unmistakable scent of baby oil flooded his senses. Benji gasped and squirmed as his most sensitive areas were rubbed down in slick oil. That felt so good. Once again his thighs, his soft pee pee, his balls, and his buttocks were all liberally coated in the protective barrier, then some liquid baby powder was added for good measure. Benji sighed as the thick crinkling diaper was finally brought up between his legs, the soft guards brushing against his powdered and oiled skin, and the thickness enveloping him once more in that familiar hug that left him feeling so good inside. The loud crinkles of the diaper left no doubt to just what was between his legs, even if he didn't look down to see it with his own eyes. Benji was in a big thick diaper once more, and with each tape that Cheery Bear secured in front, he felt a little bit cozier. "There we go," said Cheery bear, patting Ben's belly and giving it a kiss. "All better!" Benji squirmed around experimentally, lightly kicking his legs and trying (but failing) to close his thighs around the big bulk of the diapers between them. He whimpered a bit. "B-but I couldn't make big boy stickies! I-it's not fair. Did I really make pee pees instead?" "You did," said Cheery, rubbing Benji's head and smiling at his infantile choice of words. Benji was clearly agitated and uncertain, his crankiness a sure sign that he needed more rest. In a clear voice, Sleepy Bear said, "Bedtime for sleepy babies," and Benji was out like a light. While Benji slept, the bears discussed how to best help him be the best little baby ever. "He's just gotta get used to spending time in the nursery and doing baby stuff!" said Baby Bear. "Well that's obvious," huffed Grumpy Bear. "But babies get cranky too. I can teach him that it's okay to be cranky sometimes and your people will still love you!" "That's a good lesson," said Cheery Bear, but don't you think it's also good for him to learn to be positive and stop letting all those negative ideas that other kids and grownups taught him cloud his mind?" "Yes," said Softheart bear. "He should learn to focus on building positive social connections, and share good feelings and affection with others around him!" "And if you ask me, he should learn to think simpler thoughts," said Smart Bear. "Leave the real thinking to his beartakers!" "Did you just make that word up?" asked Softheart, with an affectionate grin. "Yup! Do ya like it?" "I don't like it. I love it!" The bears were truly happy, as happy as Benji was. They had their boy back, and there was no way they were going to let him get taken away and lost again. They continued to discuss their plans for their best boy as Benji slept, blissfully unaware of the further changes and lessons he would encounter in the coming days, weeks, years. Some time later, Benji woke up. "Good babies get up for breakfast," whispered Baby Bear in his ear. Benji yawned and stretched. "Is it morning already?" Benji asked. He really couldn't tell. In this special world his Beartakers had created, it could be sunny for days on end, or be night time whenever it seemed appropriate. "Only one way to find out, silly," said Cheery bear, strolling in decked out in his adventuring gear. "After you eat a nice full meal, we'll go on a little stroll!" "It's not going to be in a stroller again, is it?" asked Ben. "No, no, not unless you want it to be. But I think you'll want to walk on your own." Benji thought about it as he was helped into the high chair by Baby Bear and his tray was set in place. "Well, yeah, I would, but I can't be in too thick of diapers, or else I won't be able to walk very good." Cheery bear smirked. It almost seemed like Benji was sad about the idea of giving up the thickest diapers possible so that he could walk on his own. "No worries, kiddo. We'll figure it out." As the sunny yellow bib was tied around Ben's neck, Benji couldn't help but smile. Cheery bear had such a sunny disposition, it was hard to doubt anything he said. He was like the cheerleader of the team, and Benji was glad that they would be getting some quality time together, though first, he had to open up for the airplane. "Vroooom!" said Baby Bear, giggling and having so much fun as he climbed up onto the tray and fed Benji like the big baby he was. Benji was still occasionally self-conscious about always letting the bears feed him, but he was pretty much used to it by now. That's just how things were here, unless he could get his hands on Baker Bear's cookies and rolls. The bears kept Benji's diet pretty healthy aside from Baker Bear's treats but Benji was still getting a little bit of a tummy from all those pastries and milk. Benji looked down at his tummy to see his hairless belly button peeking out between his bib and his diaper,], "Aww, stop pokin' your belly, silly. It's cute!" said Baby Bear. "I agree," said Cheery bear. "Babies are nice and soft, and so are you, Benji! Don't worry, we won't hike too hard today." Benji wasn't worried about the hike tiring him out. He was more worried about being seen in his current state, though if his last trip out told him anything, it was a little late to be worrying about appearances. "Are we going out for real?" Benji said, as his face was wiped clean by Baby Bear. "Hold still, kiddo, let me just get you with this washcloth, you've got a little bit of breakfast left on your cheeks..." Cheery Bear chimed in. "Don't worry, kiddo. It's alll gone! And yeah, we're going out on a real adventure in Love-a-Bunch!" "What?" Benji was confused as he was helped down from the high chair. In the wink of an eye he was changed and in a fresh romper, a green diamond checker pattern with Baby Bears romping across the chest and tush. "H-hold on. I'm confused." "What are you confused about, buddy?" asked Cheery Bear. "Well, are we going out for real or not? You said we were, but if we're still in Love-a-Bunch..." "Oh, I get it," chuckled Cheery bear. "So that's why you're confused. Don't worry, you'll see..." Baby Bear hefted a backpack, which Benji was sure was really just a diaper bag, and he joined Benji and Cheery Bear as they made their way through the cloud castle, through the fog, all the way to the front door of the house. When the front door opened, Benji couldn't believe his eyes... The whole neighborhood looked like Love-a-Bunch! "What is this?" asked Benji, completely confused. "Well," said Cheery Bear, "let's just say that Love-a-Bunch just got a lot bigger." Unable to resist, Baby Bear chimed in. "Now that we have enough energy, we can expand beyond your house, Benji! We've got a whole new world for you to explore, and you don't have to choose between Love-a-Bunch and the real world ever again!" Benji wasn't sure if he should be excited or terrified, but he had a feeling his adventures with the Love-a-Bunch were just beginning... Characters Primary Characters Baby Bear - Loves everything about being a baby, and spreads that enthusiasm to others. His color is baby blue. Grumpy Bear - A snarky bear with a soft heart. He is blue like a rainstorm. Softheart Bear - The social leader and organizer; Social connectedness, organizes the bears with thoughtful care; helps humans share good feelings and affection. He's a soft and friendly orange. Cheery Bear - An optimist who always knows how to cheer others up; approaches life with a sunny disposition. His color is sunshine yellow. Smart Bear - The intellectual leader and tech wizard. His fur is an indigo-violet hue. Secondary Characters Sleepytime Bear - helps everyone get to bed on time, especially little ones, He's the color of a deep blue moonlit sky. Builder Bear - Makes all the furniture in Love-a-Bunch. His main building material is clouds. Safety Bear - A crossing guard whose fur is bright yellow and red like a warning sign. Baker Bear - A cinnamon-colored bear who dreams of being a baker for real; loves to cook and share. Hardheart - a villain character who is the opposite of softheart. The Witch of Apathy - another villain character that doesn't care - until the bears teach her to. She's human-like, unlike the other denizens of Love-a-Bunch. Love-A-Bunch (2023).pdf

Wow! What a lucky little girl! I hope so too! ❤️

Hey everyone, I wanted to share a little story I put out about a month ago called 'Stressed At Work'. It's based on a very hot sounding idea of 'involuntary orgasms' that is decidedly not hot or enjoyable in real life but still drives my mind wild with possibilities when I imagine it. If you've never heard of an involuntary orgasm, it's when people have spontaneous orgasms that they can't control. Could be at home, work anywhere. You can imagine the situations that might arise. Especially if it happens more than once... I hope you like the story! Stressed At Work By ChampTehOtter (Patreon.com/ChampTehOtter) "Ungh... Oh no! Not again!” Despite his protrestation, Harry had indeed done it again. Once again, he had come in his pants. Harry winced as he felt the wetness in his underwear. He looked down to see a dark sticky stain spreading over the front of his pants. “Aww, man! Why did I have to wear light pants today?“ It was at that very moment that Harry's Boss, Mr. Daily strode into the room. “Mr. Styles! How are you enjoying your new office?“ Harry scrambled to cover up the spot on the front of his pants, Blushing as he stammered a response. "Oh it’s really nice, thank you. I am just trying to keep up with all the new responsibilities." “Don’t worry, son," said Mr. Daily, patting Harry on the shoulder. "You’ll get the hang of it soon enough. You know my door's always open if you need any help." Harry nodded and thanked his boss, thinking in his head that that would never happen. If he went to someone else for help, they might think he couldn’t do his job. But what would Harry do about his sudden frequent involuntary orgasms at work? As soon as Mr. Daily left, Harry made his way to the bathroom and grabbed several paper towels to stuff down the front of his underwear. This will do for now, he thought. Harry got back to work and he was doing pretty well, at least until lunchtime rolled around. On his way to the break area, he stumbled and had another sudden orgasm, unloading his balls into his pants once more. "Unnnnghhhhh!!!" The paper towels in his pants should have helped, but unfortunately the come dripped down Harry's thighs, missing the paper towels completely. "Oh no," Harry whispered to himself. Harry was already embarrassed at the loud, spasmodic way he had orgasmed in the middle of the office. Several heads turned his way and he tried to make like he had stubbed his toe so that nobody would know what actually happened. Harry looked down in horror to see the outline of wetness running down his leg. It was faint, but still there. So much for lunch; He had to get to the bathroom again! “Hold up there, buddy boy,” said Harry’s best friend Jeremy as Harry rushed toward the side exit of the office area. "Are you OK?" "Yes! I mean no! I mean, I’m fine," said Harry. "No you’re not," said Jeremy, gripping Harry's shoulder. "You’ve run to the bathroom like five times today. What’s going on?" Then, Jeremy saw the wet stains on the crotch and thighs of Harry's pants. "Oh my gosh! Did you...?" Jeremy didn’t have a chance to finish the question, because Harry broke away and ran to the restroom, crying. He locked himself into a stall and continued sobbing until he heard a knock on the stall door. Then, he heard Jeremy‘s voice. “Buddy, it’s all right. Listen, they give these out for free in the women’s bathroom. I grabbed you one. Nobody has to know what happened. I’ll cover for you if you need me to. Just come back when you’re all cleaned up. Harry looked down to see Jeremy's hand offering a plastic packet underneath the stall door. He reached forward to take it. "I'll leave you to it then," came the voice, and the retreating sound of footsteps told Harry he was alone again. He opened up the package and his eyes widened as he realized what his friend had handed to him. It was a maxi pad. At first, Harry was incredulous, but after the initial shock wore off, he realized that it might be the best solution he had available to him. Nobody has to know, echoed Jeremy's voice in his head. So much for all the paper towels, Harry thought, taking out the still mostly dry towels and crumpling them up. He blushed as he unfolded the maxi pad and fixed it to his underwear. It was so embarrassing, but when he pulled his pants back up he felt more secure. However, the thick feeling of the maxi pad over his bits could not be ignored. He definitely noticed it there as he shuffled over to the sink to wash his hands up. Harry's pants were at least already drying and he used the directional hand dryer to dry them some more, nearly getting caught as his boss walked into the restroom. “You OK there, son? Did you have a little spill?" asked Mr. Daily. Harry jumped in surprise. Luckily, his boss had come up with an excuse before Harry had to and he went with that. “Oh. Oh yeah. I spilled. Yeah, that’s it.“ Mr. Daily gave Harry a questioning look, raising an eyebrow. “You know, the stress of a new position can do funny things. You let me know if you keep having these spills, and I'll see what can be done. My door is always open." Harry nodded, blushing and looking down at the ground. He mumbled a, "Thanks sir," before excusing himself and scooting out of the restroom. ***** Harry stayed seated at his desk working until it was time to leave, but his mind kept wandering back to the increasingly frequent involuntary orgasms and their consequences. So distracted was he by the near disasters he had experienced that day that he ended up having several orgasms and soaking through his maxi pad without even realizing it. It wasn't until he stood up to leave that he felt the heaviness sagging in the front of his undies. "Oh, sh-" He quickly covered his mouth and sat back down with a squish. This was not good. Harry leaned back from his seat to look out at the office and he saw that the shared cubicles were still bustling. He couldn't clean up in his own office either. His room had a big glass wall with a door in it, which meant no privacy. Harry gripped his desk and stared into the wood grain as another convulsion hit him, along with a wave of spin-tingling pleasure, and a familiar feeling of warm wetness covering his crotch. He would just have to wait it out. Yeah, that was it. He'd leave when it got a little more quiet. An hour later, Mr. Daily walked in. "Heyyy, Harry! How's my newest future executive doing? Working hard or hardly working? Haha." Harry managed a weak laugh, but his heart was hammering in his chest. His thoughts went something like, does he know? Can he see the bulge in my pants? He can smell me, can't he? I can smell me, so he must be able to smell me. I just know it. I'm going to be fired. I'm going to be laughed out of the office. I-" "Sayyy, Harry, you look a little tense there," said the boss, squeezing his shoulder. "You need to go downstairs for a massage tomorrow." Another wave of uncontrollable pleasure. It was all he could to prevent himself from crying out in ecstasy. Harry bit his lip as he felt his pelvic floor spasm once more. "S-sure thing, Mr. Daily," squeaked Harry, fidgeting more and more the longer his boss stood there. Mr. Daily looked him in the eye a minute, then backed off. "Don't you stay too late now, son. That's an order! They're gonna be locking up the office soon so I want you out of here in the next ten minutes, or else." Harry just nodded, and only exhaled when Mr. Daily was fully out the door. Ten minutes? That was like a countdown to his doom. He squeezed his legs together and felt the wet squelch of a cum-soaked pad there. Then he saw the beginnings of wet spots around the sides of the pad and he knew it was time to go. "It's now or never," he whispered to himself as he saw Kathi, the office manager, walk past on her way out. He ducked out of there like Neo in the Matrix, running the backway to the side exit which would take him to the hall by the bathroom. He made it out into the hall and found himself in front of the bathrooms which were also by the stairs. He hesitated. Harry couldn't drive home in cum-soaked pads. He'd have to toss them out in the bathroom. He walked inside, and stopped in front of the trashcan, looking around to see if anyone was inside. He nervously eyed the door to the restroom as he reached down the front of his pants, but he was frustrated by the front of his shirt, which went down too far to allow him access to his undies or the pad located within. He'd have to unbuckled his pants... He thought about just doing it by the trash can for a second, but shook his head. "No, I can't risk it," Harry muttered to himself, and he made a beeline for the bathroom stall instead. When he pulled down his pants he was hit by the overpowering smell of cum. He had really done a number on his pad. It was so soggy, he wondered if he had peed himself too. He peeled the pad away, the sticky backing pulling on the material of his boxer briefs as he did so. "Eww..." Harry made a face as he held the soaked pad by his thumb and forefinger. "Well, so much for- eeeunnnhhhh!" He hunched over, his cock suddenly spasmed, spraying cum all over the side of the stall. He managed to turn and get the rest of it into the toilet, as he kept on spurting. It was going everywhere and there was so much of it, it might as well have been piss. For all he knew, it was piss, and his body was just too stupid to tell the difference. "Damnit," he said to himself, gasping from the umpteenth orgasm. "I'm going to have to cancel my gym membership. This is a hecking workout!" He wrinkled his nose at the musky scent of his seed. He could almost see the smell rising off of the stall walls and the cum-soaked pad he still held in his fingers. Harry awkwardly brought up his pants and underwear, fumbling with the belt buckle while he held the soggy pad at arm's length. Then he noticed that he had painted the front of his pants as well. "Aw, man! It looks like a friggin' jackson pollock painting!" This was just great. How was he going to get out of here without anyone noticing? Harry steeled himself. The longer Harry waited, the more likely he was to get caught. He pushed open the stall, but just as he did, the door opened. "Shoot!" Harry quickly ducked back into the stall and sat down on the seat. He heard someone whistling and walking toward the other stall. He could hear the footsteps. Keys jingling in the man's pocket. Then the footsteps stopped just past his stall. "Huh. What's that smell?" Harry gulped, not daring to move. Not daring to breathe. Then the footsteps continued. As soon as Harry heard the stall door close and the locking latch slide shut, he bolted, hurrying over to the trashcan to toss the evidence. He hurried toward the door, not bothering to wash his hands, and he heard the latch sliding on the door, he jumped and ran, nearly tripping over a cleaning cart on his way out "Hey!" he heard a voice call out behind him, but he was already out the door, his heart beating like a jackhammer. Harry rushed outside to the emergency stairway, and down the 10 flights of stairs as fast as his legs would carry him. He nearly tripped over himself going down, but he made it. Soon, he was on the ground. The concrete plaza that led to the parking garage. It was relatively empty, but his pants were a mess and he knew he was taking a risk going to the parking structure where everyone else's cars were parked. Leaving the stairs, he peered around the edge of the building and the coast seemed to be clear, so he rushed toward the parking garage as fast as his legs would carry him. If only he'd brought his briefcase, he could have covered up his pants. Luckily he didn't encounter anyone. It wasn't until he reached his car that it hit him. His briefcase. "No, no, no!" Harry frantically fumbled through his pockets for his car keys. He checked them once. Twice. Three times. "Damnit, they're not there!" He knew where they were, though. They were in his briefcase. And his briefcase was in the building. A building that locked up in... he checked his watch. Five minutes ago! "Crap..." He didn't have much choice... either he could try and get into the building, or he would have to call a Lyfter to pick him up. Either way, it would be hard to hide his messy situation. He shuddered as he was wracked by another orgasm, and a fresh wet spot appeared in his crotch and ran down the leg to soak his socks. "It's gotta be this... unhh... s-stress," he panted... this was so stressful, but yet it felt so good. Did he actually enjoy cumming his pants like this? He shook his head. This was so wrong... Harry felt guilty that this was happening. He felt like he was some kind of pervert, but Harry couldn't help it. And the longer he waited, the worse the situation got. There was no getting around it. Harry had to get back into the building and get his car keys. He looked around again. The parking garage was mostly empty. Maybe he could take the main stairs back up. People always took the elevator, never the stairs, or so he thought. However, when he got close, he heard footsteps, and the voices of his co-workers talking as they came down. "Damnit!" Harry didn't stop to hear what they were talking about. Instead, he hurried to the back of the building. Harry still had his wallet at least, and that should, in theory, give him access to the service elevator in back. There was nothing to hide behind, so speed was his friend. "As long as they don't see me from the front, they can't tell how wet my pants are," he said to himself. The long walk past blank slabs of concrete to the service elevator was unnerving. This area felt so empty, even compared to the rest of the mostly empty building, and it always gave him the creeps when he was the last one to leave. The lights were automated so it was often dark in the building when he left, and the halls would light up, illumination following him as he walked out. Here on the backside, with the slanted sun in his face, he just felt like maybe his boss was right. What was he doing to himself going through all this trouble? If he had just left thirty minutes sooner, none of this would have happened. He wouldn't have made a mess of the bathroom or his pants. At least not until he was safely in his car. Now? "Dangit... work, damn you!" Harry cursed as he fumbled with his keycard. Was he swiping it the wrong way? He looked around getting more nervous by the second as he tried to swipe the card every which way he could. Then, the arrow on the elevator turned green with a ding. "Finally," Harry said, relieved as the elevator door slid open.Then, his face fell. Harry's heart started jackhammering when he saw that a custodian was in the elevator, and they were looking him up and down. "Oh, shi- eunnnghhhhh!" That was enough to set him over the edge again, and he began spasming uncontrollably in his pants, this time releasing his bladder as well as his balls. "Nuhhh-uuhhhhh nooo," he whined, clutching his crotch in embarrassment. The man standing before him was tall and burly, with huge hairy arms and a big hairy moustache to boot. "So you're the one that's been making a mess of things in there, huh?" The big arm reached out, grabbing Harry's shirt and yanking him into the elevator with a yelp. "Uhhnnnnn!" whined Harry, still unable to formulate words as his body was wracked by yet another orgasmic convulsion. It was at this point that he gave up trying to hold anything in and began just pissing his pants completely. It hurt too much to hold in, and felt so good to let out, like a warm shower between his legs. "Alright, pants piddler. You've got some explaining to do." "I-I'm sorry," cried Harry, fighting to get words out between the orgasmic bladder spasms that rendered him speechless. "Phew, you smell like cum," said the man , waving his free hand in his face as the elevator doors closed, trapping them both inside a hotbox of sex stench and pee smell. "What is this, some kind of sex thing? Is this how you get off?" asked the man, looking like he wanted to dunk Harry in the big bucket that was hanging off the side of his cleaning cart. "Yeah, you need to clean up, man. Bad." "I-I just need to get into the building. Left my car keys and..." Harry's voice trailed off. He realized how ridiculous he must sound with his appearance as it was. The man probably thought he was nuts anyway. "You want me to let you into the building?" asked the man, looking at Harry skeptically. "Yes, please," squawked Harry, totally humiliated as he heard the drip drip dripping sound of his own piss and cum hitting the floor beneath him. "Don't you think you've made a big enough mess?" "I'm s-s-sorry," said Harry. "I'll clean it up! I'll clean it all up! The elevator, the bathroom... I promise!" The man rubbed his chin, but Harry noticed something else bulging out of the man's pants. Was he...? "If you want in, there's one thing you gotta do... "Anything!" cried Harry. "You name it!" The man opened his mouth and said... "You've gotta wear a diaper to work, man. We can't be cleaning up messes like that all day." Harry's jaw dropped as the man casually pulled out a cute diaper adorned with cartoon animals and stars from the cleaning cart. "W-w-where did you even get that?" Harry asked. "Got plenty more where these came from," grunted the man. "I'll make sure your bathroom is well stocked with 'em for when you need a change." Harry's eyes bugged out, but he could bet on one thing. There was no way he was getting home without agreeing to what this man said. "Well, go on. Take it," said the man, shaking the diaper at Harry. "Do you need help getting it on?" "Put it on? Here? Now!?!" Harry was fairly humiliated, but what could he do? The man handed him the diaper, and when Harry didn't take it, he pressed it into Harry's hand, insisting. Then he stepped back and crossed his arms. Harry looked at it like he didn't know what to do with it. The man uncrossed his arms, looking less sure. "You need help?" "N-No, I don't need help!" said Harry, defensively. He looked back down at the diaper and whimpered, completely inexperienced with this type of thing. The man snorted and lifted Harry up, much to Harry's consternation. "Hey! Wha? Put me down!" "Upsie daisy, and down you go," said the man, laying Harry out on top of the cleaning cart. Before Harry knew what was happening, his pants and undies were around his ankles. Oh, this man was good. He grabbed the bunched-up cum-crusted pants between Harry's ankles and pulled them high up to lift his legs and butt off the cart. Harry couldn't kick or do much at all while the big man took complete charge of the situation, sliding the diaper between Harry's legs in the nick of time. Harry felt another spasm, and shuddered, squirting cum into the air. The man quickly dodged, pulling his head to the right, but the cum kept coming, spurting Harry's Pants, his own tummy all the way up to his face, and finally, into the diaper, when the man quickly folded it up between Harry's legs to contain the mess. "Man, you're a little fire hose, arentcha?" Harry blushed and covered his face. "Oh god, I can't believe this is huh--unhhh- h-happening..." Harry's mind wanted to fuzz out in pleasure as he felt that wonderful feeling of release between his legs. The thick diaper's crinkles brought him out of it, though, as he was quite aware of what was being done to him. "I'm not a baby," he said, defensively. "Nobody said you were," came the man's reply, smooth and soft as butter. Harry felt himself getting hard despite himself, but the man was already taping up the sides of the diaper, making it impossible for Harry's erection to reach full mast. Harry reached up when he finally recovered. "Ah ah ah," said the man, whipping Harry's pants away. "No more of these." "What?! B-but..." "No buts, diaper butt. I want to know that you're padded while you're in there. You have five minutes to get your things and maybe I'll give you these back. And if you ever come into this building without a diaper again, you'll be going pantless during working hours too. The elevator dinged and the doors opened up to Harry's floor. "Five minutes," said the man. "Wait, that's not enough time! I- I don't even know your name!" "It's Larry!" called the man, as the elevator doors closed. "Now hurry your diaper butt up!" "Geez," said Harry to himself, as he rushed into the office to grab his things. "At least no one else is here." It was true, the lights were all off in the office, though they were coming back on as he walked through. That was the creepiest part about him staying late. It always felt so empty and... wait a second... did he hear something? What time was it, anyway? Harry checked his watch. "Cripes! I gotta get outta here! Time's almost up!" Harry hurried to his office and saw his bag sitting there. He didn't even bother checking inside for his keys, just grabbed the bag and headed out.Then he heard a sound that froze his blood. "Hello? Anybody there?" It sounded like it was coming from another one of the offices. Harry didn't stop to answer, just hurried as fast as his legs would carry from him, crinkling with each step. He was in just a diaper and shoes from the waist down. No way he was going to stop and wait for someone to catch him like that. He pushed his way out into the hall again and saw the elevator with Larry standing there, arms crossed and looking at his watch. Larry looked up to see Harry. Larry's moustache twitched and he raised his eyebrows as the doors began to close. "No! Wait!" yelled Harry, sprinting even harder, the loud crinkles and the jangling of his bag strap following along as the air whipped past his bare legs. Just then, another orgasm hit him, and he could feel his cum spurting out into the soft confines of his puffy diaper. His knees went weak, and he almost tripped over himself, but he used his forward momentum to keep pushing forward. There was no time to lose. The doors were closing, and he was running as hard as he could, his hand outstretched. But just as he reached the elevator, the doors closed, and his hand met cold metal. "NO! Nononono..." Harry looked around frantically, his heart beating hard in his chest. Then he saw the elevator button lit up. He hit it, and the doors opened back up. "So you made it after all," said Harry, as Larry ducked inside, making sure to hide himself from the view of the office he had just left. Larry looked at Harry, his moustache tilting up in an amused smirk, then he looked out into the hall, waving at an unseen person. "Huh... didn't know anyone else was in here..." "I... *huff* didn't... *huff* either..." said Harry, between breaths, as he sank down to his knees. "Please... close... door..." The doors dinged shut of their own accord, and soon Harry felt the car shift as it began its descent toward the ground floor. "You almost ran out of time in there, didn't you?" said Larry. "So easy for crinkle butts to get distracted in there, I'm sure. You sure you work there and weren't meant to go to daycare?" "Ha-ha," said Harry, with a scowl. "You're the one who made me wear these!" he said, pointing toward his own cum-soaked diaper. "And you're the one who made them necessary, leaving a mess all over the bathroom like that. You should know better." Larry crossed his arms and glared at Harry. Harry frowned. "It's not my fault, alright? I just-" He stopped and sighed, still sitting on the floor. "Look, would you just give me my pants back?" "You sure you want them back, but?" asked Larry. "I'd say they're pretty well ruined. They're wet, sticky, and I'm not sure you'll ever get those stains out..." "Just give 'em back, okay?" "Here, ya go, bud," said Larry, shaking his head and tossing Harry the pants off his cart. Harry winced as he shucked on the cold, slimy pants. They were anything but presentable, but it was at least better than a diaper out in the open. When the elevator dinged at the first floor and the doors opened, Larry turned to Harry. "You good to go, then?" "Yeah," said Harry, keen to get out of there as soon as possible. "Me too, I was on my way out when you found me." "Cool story, bro," said Harry, already making his way out of the elevator. He was stopped, however, by the iron grip of Larry's large rough hand on his bicep. "One last thing," said Larry, looking down at Harry. "Huh? W-what's that?" asked Harry, afraid at what he would be told to do next by the towering custodian. "You'll need these." Larry pulled a stack of diapers much like the ones Harry was wearing now from his cart and handed them to Harry. Harry just looked at them, astounded, so Larry continued. "So you don't run out before you show up to work tomorrow. You better keep two in your bag at all times in case you need a change. And you'd better be wearing them when you come in tomorrow. Or else." "And what if I don't want to?" asked Harry. "Play nice and this stays between us. Otherwise..." Harry gulped. Larry had seen a lot. He didn't want to think what the custodian could do with that information. "Alright, you win," said Harry, through gritted teeth. "You can come to my office in the basement if you need more diapers, or help changing. I'll make sure we stock up the bathroom as well." "Oh, joy," said Harry, scowling. This blew, but he wasn't going to stick around for the Custodian to pile on any more conditions. He instead hurried to the parking garage, stack of diapers in hand and shifted them onto his hip so he could free up a hand to dig through his bag. "Let's see, let's see... where are those damned keys?" Harry rummaged through his bag, getting frustrated at the absence of jangling keys as he searched. "Hold on... what's this? A note? I don't remember- whoa!" The stack of diapers that Harry had been balancing on his hip went flying every which way as he lost his focus. "Damn!" Harry frantically went about gathering all the diapers, even getting on his hands and knees to fish a couple out from beneath the car. "Ah, man, this isn't gonna work," he muttered to himself, as he nearly lost control of the stack again. He looked around nervously, wondering if anyone else would come out to see his embarrassing new uniform of shame. He shook his head. "I've gotta do it...I can't believe I'm doing this..." With one more nervous glance, Harry placed his stack of diapers on top of his car and began searching through his pockets all over again. "No, no no no no... unhhh..." he convulsed as he felt more wetness squirt into his diaper, blushing as he felt it swell up all the more under his pants. "Wh-why do these feel so... unh... good?" he muttered to himself, more annoyed than ever. He didn't want to like them. He shouldn't have to wear them at all, much less enjoy wearing them, but the feel of the thick diaper pressing up between his legs felt so good. Harry finally gave up, exasperated, and looked at the piece of paper again. "What about this note, then?" Harry read the note, eyes growing wider as he read it over again just to make sure he read it right. "What is this shit?" Somebody knew. Somebody knew about his... problem... but who? He pulled out his phone to call a Lyfter. The battery was on one percent. Then the screen went black. "Crap. My phone's dead!" Great. Things were just getting better and better for him. He looked around again and nearly jumped out of his skin as he saw Larry leaning against the car across from him. "Get locked out of your car, huh?" "Okay, what gives? Did you leave this note in my bag?" "I didn't touch your bag, kid. I just took you up in the elevator to get it." "Yeah, I guess so." said Harry, eyeing the man suspiciously. "What are you doing here, anyway?" "Going home, what else? I was on my way here when you bumped into me begging to be let back into the building. You're welcome, by the way." "Well, I'm sorry for wasting your time. I still don't have my keys so it looks like I'm stranded." The man sighed. "Alright, kid. Get in." "What?" "I said get in. I'll give you a ride." The man shook his head and unlocked the door. "Hurry before I change my mind." "A-alright, fine. Thanks, I guess..." As annoyed as he was at Larry for putting him back in diapers, Harry didn't want to be stuck in the parking garage all night either. "Hold up," said Larry, holding out an arm as Harry made his way toward the passenger seat. "Let me check how wet you are..." "H-hey!" said Harry, as the large mustachioed man reached his hands down the back of his pants to feel the wetness. "Hmm... I dunno, I don't want you leaking on my back seat..." "Come on, man, you already got me wearing this ridiculous thing..." "It's called a diaper, buddy boy. And it's a good thing you're in it, too. Do you even know how wet you are right now?" "What?! I- I don't..." Harry looked down at himself, as if he didn't quite believe it. "Probably better that you don't drive anyway. I saw how you were spasming back there by your car... and in the hallway... you really should get that checked out by a doctor, you know?" "L-look, I'll be fine, man. Just... are you gonna give me a ride or not?" The man sighed again. "Alright, fine. But if you leak..." "I'm not gonna leak," said Harry, making his way toward the back seat. "Hold it," said the man, holding up his arm to bar the way once more. "What is it this time," asked Harry. "Don't forget your diapers." Harry looked over to his car where the diapers were stacked. "Oh, crap! I forgot..." He ran across to grab them and bring them back with him and set them down inside the car. He had to ride all the way back home sitting next to his big stack of diapers. It was so embarrassing he barely knew what to say. But that wasn't the worst of it, because when they got to his house he realized something. "What's wrong, kid? You looked like you swallowed some castor oil." "It's, uh... my keys," said Harry, barely able to choke out the sentence through his embarrassment. "Your... oh... You've gotta be kidding me, kid..." Harry shook his head. "I wish I was..." "Hey kid, listen," began Larry, throwing his arm over the back of the passenger's seat as turned to look back at Harry. Then he paused. "W-wait... what are you doing?" "N-nothinggggg," said Harry, fighting to keep from crying and instantly losing as he broke down in sobs. Suddenly unnerved by Harry's tears, Larry found himself both feeling for the guy and unsure of what to do. "H-hey, listen... it's not all that bad, kid. You gotta know how to break into your own house, right? You probably have a key hidden somewhere..." Harry just sobbed and shook his head. "O-or an unlocked door or... a window?" "I'm so stupid," said Harry. "S-so stupid and now I'm crying all over your car and getting it all wet..." "Kid... that ain't tears... whoa, whoa, whoa, get out of the car. Now." The man's sudden stern tone shocked Harry out of his tears and he jumped out of the car, fully expecting Larry to drive off, but instead, Larry put the car in park and stepped out of the car, rolling up his sleeves. "You heard what I said, didn'tcha? I said no leaking in my car or else." Harry winced, as the man approached. He's gonna hit me! He thought, Wincing and raising up his hands to protect himself. His defensive position left him completely undefended for what was really happening. Harry was still wondering when the hit would come when he suddenly felt a cold whoosh of air around his legs. He looked down to see his pants around his ankles. "What the- whoa!" Harry found himself lifted up off the ground by one of Larry's powerful arms around his torso while Larry used his free hand to take Harry's pants completely off before releasing him. "N-no!" yelled Harry, covering trying his best to hide his soaked diaper. "I'd be quiet if I were you," said Larry, gruffly. "Do you want the whole neighborhood to hear?" Indeed, a few passers by glanced curiously at the spectacle on their street. "G-give me back my p-p-pants," whined Harry, feebly reaching out. Larry held them out of arm's reach. "These dirty old things? Not a chance, kiddo. They're cum crusted and damp. What you need is a diaper change, and that's just what you're gonna get. Shoulda gotten one before we left. Don't know why I listened to a kid like you who doesn't even know he needs diapers..." The big muscular man muttered to himself as he went about grabbing a diaper and opening the back car door. "In ya go, kid," said Larry, pointing. "On yer back! ...Unless ya wanna get changed in front of the whole neighborhood..." "N-no! I'll go, I'll go." Harry quickly complied, getting on his back on the newly opened diaper so that the big man could change him. "But you know, I really don't need-" "Don't even try it, kid. You obviously need them. Look!" Sure enough, when the man opened up Harry's diaper and held it up, there was clearly a yellow tint to it. "What the...? B-but I didn't- I mean I... what?!" Harry couldn't believe it. He could have sworn it was just cum in that diaper. How could he have pissed himself and not known it? "Well, looks to me like you don't know what's happening down there," said Larry, as he deftly changed the poor professional. "Don't worry, that's what they're for. You don't worry your little head about it, kid. I'll have you right as rain in no time. There, see? Doesn't that feel better?" Harry sniffled. "Y-yeah... a bit..." Larry nodded as he patted Harry's diaper. "That's right. Now about your little housing situation..." Harry started to sit up, rubbing his eyes and looking toward his house. He was really stuck now. He watched, blushing as the man walked over to the garbage bin and tossed his diaper. Then, he began unbuttoning his shirt to wrap around his waist so he could step out of the car with some dignity. Before he even finished standing up, Larry was there, arresting him with a palm on his chest. "Hold it, you're not going anywhere, buddy boy." "Wha?" asked Harry, not sure he was hearing things right. "You can't even change your own diapers, much less survive out here on your own without your house keys." "I-I mean, I can just call the locksmi-" "With what phone? Your phone's dead, isn't it? And I'm pretty sure the neighbors aren't prepared to look after a big kid like yourself while you wait for a locksmith to get here." "No, I guess not," said Harry, frowning and rubbing his arm. "So what am I gonna do?" The man shook his head. "Shoot. I guess you'll just have to stay with me." Harry's eyes went wide. "W-what? Really?" "Yeah, really. I'm not leaving a kid like you out on your own like that." "Y-you don't have to," sniffled Harry, grateful even if the man was keeping him diapered. "Yeah. I do. Now stop your belly aching and get your seatbelt on. It's time to go home, kid." Harry sniffled and nodded. Today was stressful enough. He didn't want to have to do any more thinking, so letting Harry take over seemed the easiest thing to do, and a welcome relief from all his stress at work. It made this whole situation seem a little less scary. He didn't even notice that Larry's comment about going home seemed to imply that they were both going home now. The man made sure that Harry's seatbelt was secure before walking back around to the driver's seat. "Alright, kid. Off we go!" Harry blushed. This man made him feel like a little kid - like he couldn't be trusted to buckle himself in. And of course the fact that he was sitting in the car with nothing but a diaper on below the waist didn't help. This was the strangest day ever, but somehow Harry hoped it would all work itself out. Tomorrow everything would go back to normal, right? ***** "Okay, kid, here we are." The big man pulled into a driveway and put the car into park. Harry sat up groggily and realized he must've fallen asleep. After such a tiring, stressful day, who could blame him? "Whuh? Where are we?" "We're home, bud. Now let's get up and go inside." It was a peaceful neighborhood scene. Orange clouds in the early sunset sky and neighbors walking their dogs and chatting. Harry looked down and blushed, remembering that he had no pants on - only a diaper. "Um..." "Oh, come on. Nobody here even knows you. What you embarrassed about?" "But there are people about," said Harry, timid about his outfit. From the waist up he was a professional go getter - suit and tie. From the waist down he looked like an overgrown infant - just a diaper to hide his shame. But Larry the custodian wasn't taking no for an answer, he yanked open the door, unbuckled Harry, and picked him up. "Come on, bud. Legs around my waist. Off we go!" "H-hey! Put me down!" Harry tried to fight it at first, but after a few moments, he gave up. Harry's fussing just drew more attention to the big baby as he was carried to the front steps. "Hey neighbor!" called a man as they were halfway to the front door. "Pick yourself up a little buddy?" Harry tried to hide his face as his heart rate spiked. "Yup! He showed up at my work. Poor guy had a little bladder problem and he didn't even have any protection... oops! There he goes again!" The excitement was just too much for Harry and he jerked and spasmed, filling his diaper with more warm liquid and turning the front a deep yellow while Larry continued gabbing with the neighbor. It seemed that Harry had run out of cum and his body had switched over to pee-pee instead. And yet, it felt no less pleasurable to fill his soft padding with warm wetness. Just super embarrassing. "Alright, bud, chat with ya later!" called Larry, waving and giving Harry a little pat on the crinkly tush for being a good boy and making pee-pees in his pampers where they belonged. Harry had been so lost in the sensations of wetting his diaper uncontrollably that he completely missed the rest of the conversation. "See? Everyone's nice here, kiddo. Nothing to fret about. Now, let's get you inside so you can relax, huh?" Harry nodded. That sounded good to him. Larry shifted the poofy professional onto one hip as he reached into his pocket and jangled his keys, bouncing him as he sorted through them. He had so many keys on so many carabiners that it was a wonder they weren't there all night. "Okay, let's see here. Nope not this one. Not this one... Oh! Here we go." And in they went. The house was a one story ranch style house. It looked pretty respectable from the outside, and inside it was also nice, if a bit dated. Wood paneling lined the walls, track lighting lined the ceiling, and the carpet was an ugly shade of tan straight from the 70's . Harry thought that Larry might let him down when they got inside, but that was not the case. Instead, Larry carried him straight into the living room and plopped him down in front of the TV. "You wait just a second while I get something." Harry had barely a moment to wonder what was happening before Larry returned with a soft fleece blanket and set it on the floor. "Alright. You sit on this and don't move," said Larry, picking up Harry under the armpits to move him onto the blanket. "Just stay there awhile." Harry scoffed as the big burly man picked up the remote control and switched on the TV. "Cartoons? Seriously?" "Seriously," said Larry. "You're way too stressed, or didn't you notice?" "Of course I'm stressed! I've got things to do. People count on me! I need to charge my phone and-" "What you need is to shut up and switch off that brain for a sec, or do you want to lose control of more than you already have?" "What do you mean?" asked Harry. Larry just patted him on the head and said, "Don't worry about it right now, kiddo. You just rest a bit, you've had a long day." Harry sighed and sagged, as if all the fight had just drained out of him. Larry was right. It had been a long day. Satisfied, Larry left Harry to watch TV. Harry turned his attention to the screen, and caught himself chuckling a bit at the antics of a cartoon cat chasing a cartoon mouse around the rooms of a cartoon house. Then he stopped, chiding himself for laughing at such childish humor. He looked around for the remote, but soon realized that it was nowhere to be found. the big guy must've walked off with it. "This is dumb. I haven't watched cartoons in... years. I don't have time for... Oooh! I remember this episode!" Harry found himself laughing again as he watched one of his favorite episodes of the show. Before he knew it, the big man had returned. A tap on the shoulder was sufficient to get Harry's attention once more. Harry turned to see that Larry had changed into pajama pants and a tank top, and was carrying something fabric on his arm. "Hey, you wanna take off that work shirt and tie, bud? You don't have to be so dressed up here." Harry nodded, and then blushed as Larry reached out to loosen his tie for him. "I can do it myself," Harry said, pulling away, but the man's big strong hands just kept at it, slipping off the tie and unbuttoning the buttons as if Harry hadn't said anything at all. "You can wear this shirt for now," said Larry, his face calm with a hint of a gentle smile as he removed the pampered professional's work shirt. "It'll be pretty big on you so you won't feel so naked." "And no pants?" asked Harry, giving up on stopping the man from taking charge of his dressing. "Hehe, not a chance. It's easier to check ya this way, super soaker." Harry's face went bright red at that. "I'm not a...! I mean, look, I don't go peeing my pants all the time." "So this is new?" asked Larry. "Arms up." "Yes! That's what I've been trying to tell you!" said Harry, putting up his arms so the big mustachioed man could slip on the shirt. Harry looked down at the shirt to see the big smiling faces of the cartoon mouse and cats while Tom Kat sat there in booties, a bonnet, and a diaper looking fussy. "...Oh, come on, really?" "I think it suits you," said the man, smirking. "I don't like cartoons," said Harry, crossing his arms and soaking. "Oh, no. Not in the least," said Larry, patting Harry's head. "That's why you were having a giggle fit for the past hour. Now you stay there a bit. I'm going to cook us up something to eat. And no thinking. That's an order." The man ruffled Harry's hair and walked over to the kitchen. It was really only separated from the living room by a wraparound counter. leaving the big man with a clear view of Harry at all times. Harry watched as the man walked over to the cabinet and got a cup. He filled it with juice from the Fridge and fiddled with the top. "You're bound to be dehydrated after all that liquid you lost," called Larry. "I wanna see you drink all of this." "Thanks," called Harry. "I am a bit thirsty." Harry was grateful for the drink, but when Larry handed it to him, he was shocked. "I-is this a sippy cup?" "I don't want you spilling." said Larry, simply, and walked back to the kitchen to turn on the oven. Harry grumbled a bit as he stared at the cup. "I don't see you drinking," called Larry, and Harry put the cup up to his lips. It was the man's house after all, so he supposed he had no choice. He raised his eyebrows as the delicious taste of juice hit his tongue. Harry took a gulp. And another. And another. And before he knew it, it was gone. "Thirsty?" asked Larry, picking up the empty cup and shaking it. "I've... not had juice in a long time. It was tasty," said Harry, averting his eyes. "Well, don't worry. There's plenty more where that came from. I'll get you another." Another cartoon came on and Harry soon found himself engrossed in the story of Seamus the Sheep. Next thing he knew, he felt a hand on his rear and he jerked away. "Hey! What's the big idea?" "Whoo, boy, you're soaked!" said Larry. "You sure you only just started peein your pants, kid? You're piddling like a pro!" "Yeah, I'm sure," said Harry. "I mean, no! I didn't pee my pants. I didn't have to go at all this whole time! Wait a second..." Harry wiggled around and realized with horror that Larry was right. The padding around his tush was squishy and warm. "It's fine," said Larry. "I was prepared for this. Lay back and let's get you changed again. Then it's yum yum time." "This is ridiculous," said Harry, crossing his arms and looking away as the big man took care of the wet diaper around his waist. "Well, it's not like you can do it yourself, so you best just shut it and let me take care of it." "I get that I need to de-stress, but I'm not a baby, you know. Come on!" Larry wasn't afraid to put the blushy boy in his place. "Says the little guy laying there on the blanket and getting changed in the middle of the living room like a two-year-old. Care to rethink that assessment, kiddo?" As he spoke, Larry went through the motions of changing Harry like he had been doing this his whole life, wiping, balling, placing, and powdering. Folding, taping, and running his thick fingers around the leg guards. Finally, Larry picked Harry's legs up to run his fingers all the way back, which caused Harry to giggle as the sensitive skin where his butt met his thigh was brushed. "Hee hee! That tickles!" "Hold still now, bud. The faster I finish the faster I can let you go. I'm not having you leak on my rug." Despite the stern words, Larry was smiling, his moustache tilting upward as he looked at the adorable little man who thought he was a big professional. Larry would take all the time he needed regardless of what Harry said. When he was finally satisfied, Larry gave the man a soft pat on the crinkly butt with his big warm hand and declared him all dry. "Now, are we ready for num-nums?" "Yes, please," said Harry, happy to end the blushy change. Being taken care of by another man like this was both thrilling and embarrassing. He didn't want to admit it, but part of him liked it. Harry seemed rather happy to get a seat in a regular chair, half-expecting a high chair or something. His face suddenly fell, however, when he found out what he was going to eat for din-din. "Dino nuggies and juice box?! How old do you think I am, man?" "It's perfect for you, bud. Relax. Besides, I'm not asking, I'm telling you. That's your dinner, so eat up. He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows when Harry looked around, confused at the lack of flatware to eat with. It didn't take long for Harry to realize what was expected of him. Harry grumbled as he dipped his nuggies by hand in ketchup. As he nommed on his nuggies, it was also surprisingly good and he once again was forced to reconcile his enjoyment of the childish options given him with his own self image as the up-and-comer at work. "You're thinking again. We really need to work on that," said Larry, shaking his head as he ate his own dinner, which was much more adult. When they were done, it was bedtime. "Bedtime already?!" asked Harry. "For little guys like you, definitely." After a quick tooth brushing, Harry was led to his bedroom for the night. Harry paused as soon as they walked into the room. He was not surprised to find that his accommodations would be quite juvenile, but he never expected to see a crib big enough to fit him. "I-is that really where I'm gonna sleep?" "Sure are, kiddo," said Larry. "But not before you change into your jammies..." "My what?" It turned out the 'jammies' were a zip-up sleeper. "You've got to be kidding me!" said Harry, but the bigger man's serious face told him otherwise. He relented, thinking that he could just take it off after Larry left the room but he was in for a surprise when he felt a click as soon as Larry finished zipping him up. "What was that?" "Just a little extra measure to make sure you don't strip off your jammies or diapers in bed." "What?!" "That's right, buddy. You're gonna have to get used to these because you'll probably never be able to sleep again without protection. But don't worry, you can't find a comfier pair of jammies. Now get comfy, bud. Here's your plushie and I'll leave a night light on for you." Harry couldn't believe it. As the crib rails were brought up and clicked into place, he realized he would not be able to get out of the crib on his own. He really had fallen far all in one day. "Nini, lil guy," said Larry, ruffling the smaller man's hair and turning to go. "Nini," whispered Harry, embarrassed beyond words. "At least this is only for a night," he said to himself, as he lay there in the crib, hearing crinkles from his diaper and the mattress protector with each movement. "I wouldn't be so sure," said Larry, mumbling to himself as he listened from the other side of the nursery door. He pulled up his phone and cycled through his contacts list. "I wouldn't be so sure, little man..." ***** That morning, Harry woke up bright and early. His daily schedule of getting up at 6am so he could be at the office before 8 made it automatic for him to just wake up with or without an alarm. The problem was that he could wake up, but locked in his sleeper and crib, that was about all he could do. "Oh, gosh, w-what time is it? I- ungh- o-ohhhh shit..." Harry hunched over as he had his first big cum of the day, squirting into his pamps, and then his morning wood and his full bladder decided to unleash all his piss into his diaper, filling it with warmth, flooding it so it grew thick and heavy between his legs. "Noooo," he said, rubbing his forehead. These involuntary orgasms were getting worse. Now he wasn't just cumming in his pants, he was pissing them too. "Why is this- unh- happening?!" The more he fussed, the more he seemed to spasm and splatter his diaper with involuntary orgasm after involuntary orgasm. It was about on his fifth orgasm that Larry finally strode into the room. "Oh! You're up early! I thought I heard you moving around in here. Hey, are you okay, little man? What's wrong?" "That's what I was gonna ask you!" said Harry, as the big man hurried to his side. "I have to get to work... I need to- unh- go... I- hnnngghhhhh..." Harry hunched over, out of breath and weak at the knees as his pelvic muscles spasmed involuntarily and his cock throbbed in the thick, warm, pressing confines of his diaper. Unable to remove it with his secure sleeper on, he could only just stay there on all fours trying to catch his breath. "Why is this happening to me?!" "It's stress," said Larry, "pure and simple. I could say it was because you were a baby, which I could be forgiven for thinking based on how you look now, but simply put, you need to relax, champ." "But I can't relax!" said Harry, gripping the bars of his crib and supporting himself as he stood up. "I have to go to work! I have a job to do!" "You aren't going anywhere, buddy boy," said Larry, crossing his arms. "Except maybe to the changing table." "Huh? What do you mean?" "I called in for you. You're out sick." "W-what?!" said Harry, his jaw dropping in shock. "You can't do that! I could lose my job if I don't show up, I could- hnnghhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhh godsss..." His knees buckled and he held onto the railing of the crib for dear life as an even more intense and pleasurable orgasm ran through his body. Larry sighed and shook his head. "Alright, fine. I'll call your boss and you can talk to him." Before Harry could recover and say no, Larry had Mr. Daily on the line on speaker phone. "Bob, I have Harry here. Our little man doesn't seem to understand the meaning of sick day. You want to tell him?" Bob? Was Larry really on a first name basis with Mr. Daily? "Harry, my boy. Take some time off. That's an order. You need to get your rest in or you won't be good for anybody. Now you be a good boy and do as Larry says, Okay?" "Y-yes sir," stammered Harry, hardly believing his ears. "Good, boy," said Mr. Daily. Then he spoke to Larry. "You got everything you need, Larry? You think you can handle him for a while?" "Sure do! We can always take the kid to the Rec Room if I need to come in." "Thanks, Larry. But you better not come in today either, or I won't be happy. You've got your hands full as it is, I'm sure. Just take good care of our boy and bring him in when you think he's ready to come back to work..." "You got it, Bob." The two of them ended the call without any further input from Harry. Harry was shocked. This didn't make any sense at all. But he was soon distracted from that thought as he was lifted out of his crib by the big moustachioed man and deposited on the changing table. He lay there as Larry undid his sleeper and pulled down his thoroughly soaked diaper. "I can do it my-" "Yeah, yeah, you can do it yourself. Sure. And I'll teach you how, soon enough, since you may be stuck this way for quite a while. But for now, all you are going to do today is rest, and I'll take care of the diapers. Capeesh?" Harry just shut up and nodded. Mr. Daily had said to do whatever Larry said, after all, and Harry didn't want to disobey his boss. He certainly didn't want ot piss someone off who was on a first name basis with his boss either. Harry just hoped this was a temporary problem - if this is what it took to make his little problem go away, it would be worth it. He wasn't so sure about Larry's methods, however. Looking down between his legs to see the soggy padding coming off, the wipes, the stacks of diapers nearby, just waiting to be worn by him... it all seemed a little too crazy. "Alright, little one. Out with the old..." Larry balled up the heavy diaper and tossed it in the pail. "In with the new!" Larry quickly fluffed out and placed a fresh dry diaper under Harry's butt, and began to oil and powder the man. Harry bit his lip as the sweet smells of powder and oil assaulted his senses, and the warm pleasurable feeling of Larry's big strong hands touching him down there overtook him. It felt so good... he didn't want it to feel so good, but it did. The smells were a comfort. The touch... felt so good he had to bite his lip and hope he didn't spurt. Even the thick diaper that was being pulled up between his legs felt safe, snugly securing what was between his legs so he didn't have to worry about any accidents getting out and making a mess. "There you go, bud. All safe and sound in your diaper. Now let's get you some brekky and put on some cartoons. You just relax and let Uncle Larry do the thinking today." Harry whimpered and nodded. Let Larry take care of it. That seemed the sensible thing to do. Just relax. Yeah. He could do that... couldn't he? ***** Harry didn't feel right taking a whole day off work, but Mr. Larry set him straight as he set Harry in the high chair. "Listen, little one. The big boss said you are to rest today and do as I say, yeah? And that means being a good little guy, and behaving like a good little guy. Right?" "Well..." Larry wasn't so convinced. "He told me to bring you back in when I think you're ready, and I don't think you'll be ready until you've spent a whole day without any adult thoughts or distractions. Do you understand?" Harry didn't know what to say. He was stunned. "A wh-whole day? Like this?" He looked down at himself. Mr. Larry had put him in a t-shirt with a certain smiling purple dinosaur on front and diapers to match. Somehow, Harry felt like he had shrunk down in a single day from a man to a tot. It wasn't something he'd ever expected, but he had to admit, diapers did make surprisingly comfortable underwear. "Hehe, don't worry kid, Uncle Larry'll check your diapers and change you when you need it." The caretaker-custodian clicked in the tray enclosing Harry and blocking his view of the diaper. "I wasn't lookin at... my di- uh...." Harry blushed. He'd almost called them his diapers. "Buddy," said Larry, turning to get the babied man some breakfast. "You can say it. Go on... what weren't you looking at?" Harry blushed. "M-my.. my... d-d-d.... I can't," he said, covering his face. "Oh, I think you can," said Larry, pouring some hot water over oatmeal and stirring it up. "Just accept it, ok? Today, you're a baby. You're lucky you get a day off like this, so you should enjoy it. Boss's orders." Harry thought it over. if Mr. Daily said it's okay, then it had to be okay, right? And he certainly didn't want to get in trouble for disobeying his boss. "Yeah, okay," said Harry, admitting defeat. "I'll try.." "Good," said Larry, setting the bowl on the tray. "Because if you don't, you'll be taking another day off, and another until you finally give that adult brain a break. Now open up for the airplane!" Harry blushed even harder as the big man brought the spoonful of cinnamon raisin oatmeal toward his mouth. He whimpered and looked at the man, whose smile never wavered. "Aww, what's wrong, little guy? You look like you're missing something... oh, I know! Your bib!" Larry smacked his palm on his forehead and got up to tie a cute Puppet Avenue bib around Harry's neck. The smiling red monster on the front seemed to be laughing with joy at how he had been turned into a baby, and the thick padding forcing baby Harry's thighs apart wouldn't let him forget it. "I don't need a bib," said Harry, frowning. "We'll see, baby boy," said Larry, and sure enough, on his first spoonful, Harry made a mess. "Here comes the airplaaaane!" Harry opened his mouth to say that he didn't like oatmeal, but the man quickly stuffed the spoon in the hanger, pulling out and tipping it up as he did so to leave all the mush in Harry's mouth. Harry tried to protest, but he forgot to swallow before he spoke and ended up spitting up some oatmeal onto his chin and bib. Before he could wipe it away, Larry was there with the spoon to scoop the oatmeal on his chin back where it belonged, making Harry feel even more babyish and helpless. "That's okay, bud. You're still learning! Let's try that again!" Larry's cheerful attitude did not go away as he kept talking down to Harry and feeding him. Harry didn't want to embarrass himself any further, so he just did his best to eat without making a mess, which was sometimes hard as the big man shoveled the food into his mouth so quickly. By the time he was finished, Harry felt quite full and let out a big burp. He covered his mouth, but Larry just laughed. "I guess you must be all full, huh?" Harry nodded. "Good. Now it's Uncie Larry's turn to eat." Uncie Larry? Thought Harry, as the man returned to the stove to make himself some bacon and eggs. "Heyyy, how come you get bacon and Eggs?" asked Harry. "Because I'm a grown-up, little boy. This is too rich for your tummy." Harry crossed his arms. Larry was making fun of him, he was sure of it. "Well, can you at least let me out?" asked Harry, unable to reach the latch under the highchair tray himself. "No can do, buddy boy," said Larry, cracking an egg on the edge of the pan. "It's much easier to keep an eye on you while I'm cooking if you're in the high chair. You're just gonna have to wait till I'm finished with my own meal." Harry didn't think he liked being a little boy very much. It seemed like he didn't get to make any decisions. "Aww, don't make such a frowny face, kiddo," said Larry. "You'll be out of your chair in no time and then you can watch some more cartoons. Won't that be fun?" Harry didn't watch cartoons. He didn't eat from a high chair or wear diapers either. But it seemed like for now, all that logic went out the window. Because right now, he did all of those things. He watched in envy as Mr. Larry sat down to his own meal, eating it quickly, and drinking a cup of coffee along with it. "C-can I have some coffee?" asked Harry, sorely missing his own morning cup of Joe. Larry looked at him. "Haha, no. You're too little! How about a nice bottle of warm milk instead?" "N-no, that's okay," said Harry. "Milk it is," said Larry, getting up to make him a warm bottle. Harry smacked his palm on his forehead. Why did he have to open his big mouth? "Here ya go," said Larry, a few minutes later, and he set a large bottle of milk in front of Harry. It was bigger than any baby bottle he'd ever seen, and looked more the size of a big sports bottle. "Do you think you're big enough to drink this on your own or do you need to sit in Uncie Larry's lap?" That bottle couldn't have gone into Harry's mouth faster if it had rocket packs attached. There was no way he was going to be given a bottle of milk in some guy's lap. Uncie Larry chuckled and patted Harry's head before returning to finish his breakfast. The milk was surprisingly sweet when warmed up, and Harry found he actually quite liked it, though he had to actively suck to drink it, and that took work. He was actually working at drinking from a bottle like a baby. His face went bright red and he could hardly believe he was doing this. Then, as he got into the rhythm of suckling, he shuddered and suddenly felt warmth flooding his front. His diaper got hotter and tighter around his bits, spreading his thighs further as the padding soaked up all his pee-pee and swelled more and more. "Unhhh," said Harry, pulling the bottle out of his mouth with a pop and sending a few droplets of milk flying. He moaned, once again flooding his diapers involuntarily. "Uh oh... is somebody having a little accident? Good boy. You see, this is why you need your didees!" Harry hated to admit that what the man said was true. If it wasn't for the diapers, he would have left a huge puddle on the floor below. But how the diapers held it all, he had no idea. He was even more surprised when Larry finally got up, kneeled down, and gave his diaper the squish test, declaring the diaper good for another few wettings. There was no way for Harry to check that himself with the tray in the way, and once again, he was reminded that he really couldn't do much on his own without Mr. Larry's help. "Okay, kiddo. Now let's get you down, but before we do... I have something very special to help you remember to forget your adult thoughts. Harry was getting impatient at yet another delay from his very important day of... watching cartoons or whatever it was babies did. However, it only took Larry a moment to pop into the nursery and return with a pair of booties and mittens, just like the ones that Tom Kat had been wearing in the cartoon the day before. "Do I have to?" he asked, but Larry was already securing the booties around his feet. Next came his hands, and Larry watched as his ability to grab anything himself was locked away under the thick poofy mitts. "Okay, kiddo. Down we go," said Larry, finally unsnapping the tray and helping Larry down. "Onto your hands and knees, though, no standing on your own today." "Now wait just a second," said Harry from the floor. He began to get up. "I'm not going to crawl like a bab- OW!" Harry immediately went back down onto all fours and looked up at Mr. Larry with a hurt look of betrayal. "Aww! Sorry, kiddo. I tried to warn you! You're just too little to walk." Larry bent down and gave Harry a crinkly pat on his bottom, before urging him forward to the living room. The world looked so different on all fours. The furniture was higher, and Harry especially noticed that there were things he just couldn't reach from down there. The child gate that Larry set up, and the playpen he was placed in were perfect examples. Larry picked up the remote. "Alright, kiddo. Now it's time to watch your shows. You're gonna be a good boy and watch 'em all, right?" Harry didn't really feel like watching baby shows. "Can't I watch something else instead? Like the news?" "Well, if you think TV is too big for you, you could play with the toys in the playpen..." Harry looked around. Some stuffed animals. Toy keys on a ring. A teether... Not very interesting. "W-well... what show are you putting on, then?" "I know what kiddos like you like to watch... Here we go..." Uncie Larry turned on the TV to the Cartoon Junior channel and pretty soon a familiar purple dinosaur filled the screen with his goofy grin. "Blarney?!" cried Harry, mortified. "But that's... BABY stuff!" "Look at yourself," said Larry. "I'd say that's YOU stuff!" Harry looked down and was reminded that he was wearing a white and purple Blarney t-shirt and a blarney diaper. The silly dino grin smiled up at Harry, mocking him - or perhaps welcoming him - to be a big baby. "That's right, kids! Good little boys don't use big boy words!" "What the?" Harry looked up to see the big smiling face of the purple dino filling the screen, and he was instantly transfixed. "Uhhhhhhh-" His mouth hung open as he stared and began to drool slightly. "Okay, kiddos. Sing and clap along, now! It's the ga ga goo goo song! Ga ga goo goo ga ga goo! Ga ga goo goo ga ga goo!" Harry began to mimic the words as he watched. "Ga... ga... goo... goo..." "Very good!" said Blarney. "You're learning to act your age! I'll bet that feels really good!" Harry began giggling uncontrollably, falling on his back, his thighs spread wide by his thick wet diaper. With his eyes off of the TV, he slowly began to come out of the fog he was in. "Uhh... Wha? Wha hoppen?" he said, slurring his words slightly. His eyes went wide. "W-wa can' I talk?" Uncie Larry smiled. "It's okay, kiddo! You're just being a good boy acting your age! Yes you are! Go on, say goo goo gaga!" Harry looked at the big man with confusion on his face, but found himself saying the words anyway. "N- nuh- gooo goooo gaa gaaa! Unhhh" "Oh yes! Doesn't that feel good? One more time! Goo goo ga ga!" "Goo-- unhhh... g-goooo gaaaaa!" Harry shuddered as his body contracted, forcing a full load of cum straight into his soggy padding. It was obvious what had happened not just because of Harry's jerky spasms, but because white goo could be seen collecting around the leg gathers, making sticky strands whenever the padding pulled away from his legs. "Yes! Being a good little boy feels soooo good, buddy! Why don't you watch some more Blarney?" Larry sat the babied man up, and turned his head toward the screen once more. "That oughtta do for a while. Now Uncie Larry has some things to take care of. You just be a good baby and watch your show, and feel so good! You're being good when you use your diapers and not the floor or your pants!" Larry left Harry to watch the baby show, gooing and gaaing as he came uncontrollably into his diaper. Larry took some time to file a full report on Harry's employee progress, including his loss of control, and recommended certain 'accommodations'. Harry's 'Development Plan' went straight to Mr. Daily before Larry cracked his knuckles and returned to the living room. The smell of baby powder, pee, and cum was as thick as fog by as Larry walked in to see the big baby sitting in a puddle of goo. The show had changed to one with soft nursery music playing, and Harry was smiling, sucking his thumb, and hugging his baby lamb while steadily leaking precum which spilled over the waist and leg bands of the diapers. "Looks like the supplements are working," said Larry to himself. "Guess it unplugged his pipes, but he's producing so much he's really gonna need even thicker diapers..." Despite being in an incredibly soaked diaper, Harry looked completely relaxed. "Well, I might just leave him a little longer. Little guy seems pretty happy like this," chuckled Larry. He decided it would be best to let the boy relax until lunch. By then he was sure to be totally baby brained. "Gosh, he sure is cute like this! I wonder what Mr. Daily will think?" Mr. Larry took several pictures of the big happy baby, smiling, drooling, sucking his thumb, cuddling his plush, and soaking his diapers in a puddle of his own cum. The smiling face of Blarney could still be seen on the front of his diaper, covered in white spunk and yellowed from the pee-soaked padding. It was the perfect illustration that this young manager had no control at all, and he really needed the biggest thickest diapers available. "This little guy will be the perfect tester for the new super duper soakers," said Larry, sending the pictures off to Mr. Daily. It wouldn't be long before Harry was back to work at this rate, and lucky for him, Larry had clothes that would accommodate the infantilized employee's new ultra-thick diapers. When lunch time rolled around, Larry carefully untaped the diaper and used several wet wipes to squeegee the cum off of Harry's crotch, belly, and thighs. He dropped them in the puddle when he was done before picking Larry up under the armpits and laying him down on the thickest diaper yet. This one was so thick, it practically poofed out to Larry's knees, and made his butt lift up several inches off the carpet. Harry looked at him, and tried to say something but all that came out was baby babble. "That's right, little guy! Diaper!" Harry shook his head and tried again, but it was no use. He'd totally lost his speech for the moment. Frustrated, he huffed and crossed his arms as the ridiculously thick diaper enclosed his bits, forcing his legs out wide. These diapers would have completely prevented Harry from walking even if he hadn't been wearing spiked booties. Once again, Harry was obliged to crawl across the house til he got to the kitchen where he was helped into the high chair. With the thick diaper on, his poofy padded butt filled up all the space in the high chair and Uncie Larry could barely get the tray on. "Gosh, we're gonna have to drop the seat," said Larry, surprised at just how thick the new diapers were. Folded in half they were thicker than a dictionary, so it wasn't so surprising, but still, no one had ever produced enough liquid to test it out. Larry left the room with a bowl in hand and returned with a warm bowl of what looked like clear whitish pudding. "Okay, buddy. It's time for lunch! Aww, looks like your little pee pee is already trying to soak your pampers! Good luck, little guy. You're gonna have to work pretty hard to do that!" Harry babbled as his hips jerked, and he instinctively stuck his thumb in his mouth as the warmth flooded the diaper around his bits, feeling so good. Larry took note at how Harry seemed to drain all his tension into his diaper... And when that happened, it was like Larry could see the big baby draining all his adult thoughts as well. "You're going to be much more relaxed at work from now on," said Larry, chuckling. Harry cocked his head, not comprehending what Larry was getting at, but he didn't say anything. He just sat there in his high chair looking confused. "Don't worry your little head about it, little guy! Here, eat up! It's super nutritious!" Larry then spooned the bowl of delicious white goop into the waiting Harry's mouth. It was so good that Harry was licking his lips, and trying to lick it off his chin and cheeks where some had been deposited. Some splattered onto his bib as well, as he eagerly ate it up. It was no ordinary goo, however. "I see you really like the taste of your own cum, buddy," chuckled Larry. Harry didn't seem to pay him any mind, eagerly opening his mouth for more. "Good boy!" said Larry, chuckling at the sight of the man gulping down his own cum. "Eat up all your num nums!" Larry really did have to tell Mr. Daily about the ambitious employee's antics. This one was a keeper for sure. ***** "Alright, baby boy! Up and at 'em! It's time to go to work!" Harry groaned and held up a hand as the light of the sun hit his eyes. Larry had pulled open the drapes. "Wha? Whas goin on?" "Ohhhh, goodness," said Larry, laying his large hand over the front of Harry's gargantuan swollen diaper. It was soaked. "Look at you, baby boy! You actually did it! Looks like we finally found a customer base for our super duper soakers!" "Wha? What the? No, I don't... I don't need diapers," said Harry groggily, shaking his head. He was still shaking his head and babbling as he was carried to the changing table. Harry watched wide eyed as his diaper was ripped open, exposing his leaking pee pee to the cool air. Then it spurted out a steam of urine all over the already drenched padding as he looked on in dismay. "No more control," said Larry, clucking his tongue and shaking his head. "You sure do need diapers, buddy. And you're gonna wear them from now on. No more squirting in your pants at work, got it?" "But I can't wear these diapers to work," said Harry. "Everyone will see the big bulge!" Harry groaned as the big man wiped him down, and pulled away the waterlogged padding, only to replace it with another incredibly thick diaper, though not so thick that it would force Harry to crawl like the super duper soakers did. Larry smiled as his big hands slathered Harry's bits with protective cream before pulling up the thick diaper with a strong tug, securing the man in the plastic cocoon with four super strong diaper tapes. "My pants will never fit over these," said Harry, hoping to get something a little more discreet. "It's okay," said Larry. "You just stay right where you are." Harry didn't have much choice, because Larry made sure to pull a strap over his chest to hold Harry on the table while he was gone. He waited in anticipation, the scent of baby powder filling his nose as he watched the man walk over to the closet. What was he going to bring back? A onesie? Footie pajamas? No, it was just slacks. Like the ones he had worn to work every day except... "Legs up. There we go." Larry slid the pants up Harry's legs and tugged it up over his butt. Alright, buddy, now doesn't that look sharp?" Larry unstrapped Harry and sat him up on the table. Harry looked down to see his pants stretched over the thick diaper. They had a lowered crotch, but that only made more room for the massive diaper bulge. What's more, they seemed to hug his legs in such a way that the pants literally conformed to the outline of the diaper making it super obvious that he was pampered from every angle. "I can't wear this," said Harry. "It's the only thing you can wear," said Larry. "Unless you want your big baby clothes back..." Harry shook his head, his eyes fearful as he imagined what his bosses at work would say if he came toddling in dressed like a two year old. Larry leaned forward, until he was nose to nose with Harry. "You need thick diapers, Harry," he said, staring the man in the eyes. "You need super thick diapers to soak up all the leaks from your super drippy pee pee. And you'll never be able to wear normal pants again... But..." Larry grabbed the front of Harry's pants and tugged, and two rows of snaps came undone, revealing the front of Harry's diaper. "Look how cool your new pants are! It's super easy for anyone to check you if they need to. Unless you think you can check yourself..." "I can! I can!" said Harry, scrambling to button his pants back up. Who had designed pants like this anyway? "Good," said Larry. "Like I promised, I'll make sure the restroom is well stocked with plenty of diapers for you. But you'd better remember to check yourself and change yourself throughout the day... one mistake... and it's out of your hands for good, got it?" Harry gulped and nodded. He would have agreed to anything to get out of there and back to his adult life, though he had enjoyed some parts of his time off. At least, he thought he had. The memories were pretty fuzzy, and as he tried to think back... how long had he been there, anyway? The truth was, he'd been with Larry a whole week. Plenty of time to make sure his potty training was gone forever, and that his baby training had set in nice and deep. "Arms, up, kiddo. Time to put on your work shirt!" This, at least, seemed like a regular dress shirt. The only thing that was odd about it was the smiling face of Blarney on the pocket. "Aww, really?" asked Larry, as he looked down at the goofy face of the big dino. "Come on, buddy, he's your favorite!" said Larry, setting Harry down on his feet so he could admire himself in the mirror. "And besides, Blarney always reminds you to rub your diaper!" It was weird walking on his own two feet instead of crawling, but Harry managed to stumble to the big full length mirror to look at himself. Sure enough, when he caught sight of the purple dino staring back at him, his hand went right down to the front of his pants and began rubbing. Harry bit his lip. "Unh..." "See? I knew you still liked your baby shows! Or maybe you just like being a little diaper spunker." Harry blushed and turned his head away. He didn't want anyone to know how much he really enjoyed it. What was he going to do at work if he couldn't keep his hands off his diapers? "Okay, buddy, off we go," said Larry, scooping up Harry and carrying him to the high chair. "It's time to feed you a good breakfast so you can have a great day at work!" Harry groaned as he saw how much milk he was going to have to drink. Larry sure kept him hydrated, but this was ridiculous. Two full gallons plus a big helping of his own baby batter. Harry's stomach groaned just thinking about it. "Down the hatch!" said Larry, as he funneled the liquid into Harry's mouth. "No time to hand feed you today!" Larry had to keep gulping to keep up, and could already feel his diaper growing warm as his pee pee flooded it to make more room in his bladder. It was lucky he was wearing a big bib or else he would have ruined his shirt for sure. Even so, a drop of spunk managed to land on Blarney's face. That always seemed to happen one way or another with Harry. Getting into the car was interesting. Harry's butt was so huge and puffy, that Larry had to literally shove it into the back seat, even with the passenger's seat pushed all the way to the front. He pulled the belt around Harry and buckled him in. "I look ridiculous," said Harry, whose legs resembled two toothpicks sticking out of his huge puffy padded pants. "You look adorable," said Larry. "Exactly like the little pants-soaker you are. Now quit complaining or I'll tell your boss you need another week off work." That shut Harry up. He just tried to keep from fidgeting and especially tried to keep from rubbing his diapers as he was driven to his place of employment. As he saw the familiar building, he began to get nervous. What was he going to say when he got in? "I think I'd better walk you up to your office," said Larry, after parking and helping Harry out of the car. "You're looking a tad too skittish for my tastes, and I want to make sure you make it to your desk safe and sound.'' Harry tried to hide behind Larry as they walked out of the parking garage toward the elevator, but that was hard to do with the big man holding his hand. People stopped to look at them, but instead of laughing or gawking like Harry expected, they smiled and waved. "Hi Harry! Hi Larry!" "Hi guys! Happy Monday!" "Lookin good, Harry!" Harry was stunned. Did he know all these people? Larry chuckled. "And you didn't think you'd be able to go back to work like this. You're more popular than ever!" "Yeah, I guess so," muttered Harry, utterly confused. Up they went to the 5th floor, across the open area to the office doors, where Harry was led in. Beth the receptionist waved a friendly hello. "Welcome back, bud!" "Uh, h-hey, Beth," said Harry, nervously as he was led forward by the big man, totally waddling with his obvious diaper bulge sticking out for all to see. He was glad when they finally made it to his office and he could sit, though his diaper bulge was a little too big to squeeze under the desk. "Alright, little buddy. I'll leave the rest to you. Don't forget to check your diapers and change, or I'll make sure somebody does it for you, got it?" Harry nodded, looking over Larry's shoulder and hoping to goodness nobody heard that. Satisfied, the big man left Harry to his work. After a week of baby-brained babbling, Harry had a hard time getting back into the flow of things. He could barely remember where the keys were on his keyboard, having to hunt and peck to make even the simplest sentences, but he did his best to focus on his work that day, only guiltily sneaking peeks at his phone every so often to catch some Blarney or Muppet Avenue action on BabyTube and furtively rub his diapers. A couple hours into his work day, they were finally getting to that soft and squishy consistency he loved. Then. he realized he was leaning back in his chair, tongue out, rubbing in earnest. "Oh gosh no," Harry said, turning quickly back to his work. He looked over to see if anyone was watching though the totally transparent wall that separated him from the cubicles at the center of the office. Harry scolded himself. He had to stop rubbing his diapers. That was completely inappropriate for the workplace. And yet every few seconds he would look down at his computer keyboard to try and remember where the letters were to type, only to see his dress pants totally bulging from his thick diaper. And that just made his thingy hard, which made the thick warm soft diaper even more exciting. Harry shook his head. This had to stop. He was supposed to be doing things. Important things. What things? He sat there, trying to think. "Oh my gosh, the TPS reports!" He pulled up the Work Chat messenger app in case anyone from the office wanted to contact him quickly. "Sry 4 late tps," typed Harry, in a message to his boss. "I finish fast 4 u!" “Sounds good! :-)" came the response. That was odd. Since when did Mr. Daily send him smiley faces? But there was no time to dwell on it, there was important work to be done! Harry managed to make a new report, starting at the top of the page and carefully typing 1. Then a new line. 2. Another 3. He knitted his brow in concentration, and eventually made it all the way to 10. "There," he said, sitting back and admiring his work. "A job well done." He had nearly forgotten the strange message from his boss, but when he sent the report off to Mr. Daily and the managers and VPs who all requested to be copied on it, he got another response from his manager Veela in the Work Chat messenger app. "Great job! ;-)" Harry was left scratching his head. Since when had his bosses been so encouraging? he felt an odd tugging at the sides of his face and realized he was smiling. All that encouragement made him feel good, he realized. It made him feel… little. "I sure wish I had a pacifier to make me feel even more little," he said to himself. Then Harry's eyes went wide as he covered his mouth. "What the heck am I thinking? It's not like I enjoy being a big baby..." Then his other manager Kathi came into the room, totally frazzled. "Oh my gosh, Harry, do you have a moment? I need your help." "Yeah, of course!" he said, standing up, then covering the front of his pants self-consciously as he realized his diaper bulge was showing. Kathi didn't even seem to notice as she handed him a handful of crayon boxes. "The crayons in these boxes are all mixed up! Someone put the blues with the blues and the reds with the reds and- well, I just need them all sorted. Do you think you can do it?" No problem," said Harry, making his serious face. This was serious business. "Oh, thank you! And I brought you some coffee to help you through the morning since I saw you didn't have anything to drink." Kathi set a huge thermos on Harry's Desk and wiped her brow. "Whew, thanks so much, Harry. I owe you one. Let me know when you're done - with the crayons and the coffee, kay?" "You got it!" said Harry, shooting her a thumbs up. He knew his colors. He had just learned those the other day, he was pretty sure. They were a lot like numbers! Harry drank his coffee and worked away at the boxes, and even though he got his colors mixed up a few times, he thought he did a pretty good job. "Al dun!" Harry managed to type, hunting out each letter before sending it off to Kathi via Work Chat. "Really? And the coffee too?" "Ya" "Amazing! Great job, buddy! :-D" Harry giggled at the big smiley face, but when Kathi showed up with a gold star sticker and placed it on his shirt pocket, he was beaming. "Thanks for doing this," she said, gathering up the crayon boxes. "You're really something, Harry. You're going to get a great review from me later!" Harry barely had time to wave goodbye because just as Kathi was leaving, Beth came by with the tea cart. "Can I offer you a big drink of Tea, buddy? You look thirsty!" Harry didn't remember there being a tea service before, but he thought it sounded lovely, and after all, his thermos of coffee was pretty empty. "I'll take that," said Beth, happily handing Harry an even bigger thermos of black tea. Harry dimly realized that all that liquid meant he probably needed to do something soon, but he couldn't for the life of him remember what. When he sat down, he noticed just how wet and squishy his diapers had become. "Oh!" he said, as if he had just remembered something. "This is perfect! I love it when my diapees get like this!" He grunted in frustration, knitting his brow in consternation as his pants got in the way of all the rubbing he wanted to do, so he did the thing any sensible diaper rubber would do and tugged down on the front of his pants to reveal the front of his waterlogged diapers. He smiled in delight as he began to play with the diaper, rubbing it felt so good. So amazing, that he totally lost himself in the feeling. The feeling kept building and building getting better and better, and he looked at the smiling face of Blarney on the front of his shirt. Yes, that's right, Blarney was encouraging him to rub his diapees like a good crinklebutt! "Unh!!!" he cried out, shuddering as his balls and prostate contracted, unleashing a torrent of cum into the front of his diaper and causing a complete blowout that took out half his desk as well as the chair that he was sitting on. Cum flew out over his leg guards instantly soaking his pants, and it soaked the belly of his shirt as well. He lay back in his chair, sitting in a puddle of his own cum, totally relaxed, his tongue lolling out. He lolled his head to the side and caught sight of someone in the doorway. Then he froze. He went pale. It couldn't be. It absolutely couldn't be! But it was... "Mister Styles!" boomed Mr. Daily, staring at Harry with wide eyes. "To my office! Now!" Harry was quaking in his shoes as he followed Mr. Daily to his executive office. His pants were dripping wet and he was leaving a trail of gunk behind him as he tried to keep up with the boss, but no one in the office seemed to mind. They just waved, as friendly as ever, despite the fact that Harry's dress clothes were absolutely covered in cum. Mr. Daily briefly stopped by the front desk before turning toward his office. "Beth, please send over Harry's change of clothes to my office, would you?" "Sure thing, boss!" By the time they got to Mr. Daily's office, Harry was a mess, both figuratively and literally. Harry threw himself to his knees on the cold marble floor, clasping his hands as he looked up at Mr. Daily. "Please, please, please don't fire me, sir! I didn't mean to do it! I just couldn't help it!" "Fire you?" asked Mr. Daily, with an incredulous laugh. "My boy, I'm not going to fire you. I'm just here to help you into a nice new diaper!" "Wha?" The Executive in Chief's statement broke Harry's brain. He couldn't make sense of what he was hearing. "Up on the desk, boy," said Mr. Daily, patting the massive wooden desk. Harry reluctantly approached it, feeling like it was almost sacrilege to do so, but with another prompting from his boss, he climbed on. "There's a good boy," said Mr. Daily. "Now let's take off these icky pants, shall we?" Harry couldn't argue with that. The pants were totally soaked, so he wasn't sorry to see them go. "Oh, my. It looks like that shirt had better go too, huh? Well, come on boy. Let's get it off. You can't spend the rest of the day in a spoogey shirt." Harry was shocked, but he quickly disrobed, leaving him in just a diaper and nothing more. Mr. Daily opened his desk drawer and pulled out an extra thick diaper along with some wet wipes. "Ah, here we go. These are my favorites. Let's get you cleaned up." Harry was speechless as Mr. Daily went about wiping him off, all while humming a nursery tune. "Um... M-Mr. Daily?" he finally managed to squeak out. "What is it, Harry?" "Why do you have, um... diapers in your desk?" Mr. Daily paused, then he laughed. "Why, Harry. Don't you know? All of upper management wears them! It's part of the Executive Diaper Program!" "Ex- Executive Diaper Program?" asked Harry. "W-wait. You wear diapers too?" "That's what I said! Why do you think my butt is so big?" Mr. Daily turned to the side to show that he indeed had a huge diaper butt which stuck out behind him like a shelf. Just then, Beth walked in with Harry's new outfit. "Ohmigosh! Look at the cutie!" Harry tried to cover himself up, but it was impossible to do so with such a big diaper on and no clothes. With some coaxing, he sat up straight so that Mr. Daily could dress him. Harry was shocked to see that his new outfit was a colorful blue romper with a locking zipper like his pajamas had. "Don't look so surprised, Harry. Your Uncle Larry did tell you it would be out of your hands if you couldn't change yourself. That will be all, Beth, thank you." "I'm sorry, Mr. Daily, but this is all a bit much," said Harry. "I've been diapered and dressed by my boss. What's next?" "Well, my boy, you're going to start sitting in on our executive meetings, and hanging out with us in the Executive Rec-Room." "Oh, gosh, Mr. Daily," said Harry, as his boss helped him down from the desk. "I don't know if I'm ready! I mean I just barely learned my colors and shapes, and don't those meetings require, like, math and stuff?" "Who sent that TPS report today counting all the way up to 10?" asked Mr. Daily. "I did," said Harry, bashfully. "And who helped Kathi sort the crayons in their boxes?" "...I did," admitted Harry once more. "You see? You have all the skills you need." "What, do you... color in your executive meetings?" asked Harry. "Of course! And we watch our favorite cartoons and play with our baby toys! What did you think we did?" "I don't know," said Harry, rubbing his arm and looking down. "Talk about... business stuff I guess?" Mr. Daily laughed heartily. "Haha, no, no, my boy. That's for the entry-level workers to do! Now let's talk about that TPS report again, on the way to the Rec Room. What number comes after 8 again? I always forget." "Nine?" said Harry, as they walked out of Mr. Daily's office. "Haha, that's right! Nine. Brilliant," said Mr. Daily, patting Harry on the back. "You're gonna go far here, Harry. I can already tell." ChampTehOtter Stressed at Work (2022).pdf

Yes, it will. It's a bit stalled but I want to finish this story!

Possibly! We'll find out soon! Also, super cute comment about being mommy's princess! Awww!

Okay, kiddos, here's another one! I actually wrote this one a couple of months ago! I'm finally getting back to the sequel that started it all! You know, the original was written and posted right here on this forum! Still one of the hands down best places for good diaper fiction IMO. I hope you enjoy this new chapter of Babied by Billy, friends! Babied by Billy By Champ (Patreon.com/ChampTehOtter) Chapter 24: The Grand Opening The day of the grand opening was finally upon us and excitement was in the air, or more like dread in my case. I stayed with Shelley most of the day while Tank and the others ran to and fro making all the necessary arrangements for the night to go off without a hitch. "What do you think it'll be like?" I asked. "Well, I don't know, kiddo," said Shelley. "I'm just a sophomore, and I was never really part of that crowd. But I bet there will be some drinking. Maybe costumes. A Hollywood style volcano. You know, like in the movies." "That would be something," I said, giggling into my hands. "You don't think that kind of thing ever happens in real life, do you?" "I honestly don't know," she said, shrugging. "C.A.B.S. certainly has the budget for it." "Yeah, what's with that?" I asked. "I knew daycare was expensive, but they can't be making that much money from room and board fees..." Shelley laughed and shook her head. "No, no. They have government contracts... Wait. Hold up. Aren't those some pretty advanced questions to be asking for a baby? Do you need help feeling little?" "Aw, geez, Shelley," I said, blushing and covering my face. "Don't make me..." "I think he does! Somebody needs help feeling liiiiitle!" I could already feel myself shrinking into an itty bitty baby as she talked me down into what C.A.B.S. folk called 'little space'. It was a state of mind where I felt like a rambunctious toddler. Everything was a bit more colorful. Simpler. There would no longer be any deep, thought provoking, or esoteric conversations for me. I was too little for that. I hugged Theo, played with some toy keys, sucked on my baba and wet my diaper. All good things that I truly enjoyed. I chewed on my teether. I happily let her lay me on my back and pop open my onesie to check and change my diaper as needed. I was just relaxed and happy without a care in the world. But little by little, as I gradually began to come back out of little space, I became aware that Shelley was making preparations for us to leave. She had set the stroller by the door and she was packing a colorful oversized diaper bag for me. "Huh? Where are we going? What time is it?" I asked, suddenly sitting up like I had slept through a big test. "Well, welcome back, big boy," Shelley teased. "You almost missed the whole day! It's time to go to the grand opening!" "Already?" I asked, groaning. "Yes, already. Let's go. Up and into the stroller, buddy boy." "Alright, alright," I said, hiking up my diaper as I waddled away from the blankie on the floor. "I'm comin'." Shelley gave me a crinkly smack on the bum for being slow and I quickly plopped my butt on the seat of the stroller where she couldn't reach it. "Why does everyone always wanna smack my bum?" I asked, blushing fiercely as she buckled me in. "Because it's cute, that's why." Oh of course. Cute. Now it all made sense. Not. I decided to keep my annoyance to myself, knowing full well it had more to do with my nervousness than anything. "You're so cute when you get pouty," she said, booping my nose. I rubbed it, only more squirmy and embarrassed as she pushed me out the door. I knew she was just going to keep it up the whole way there, and I hated to admit it, but part of me liked it. I think you can imagine what part. Between the diapers, the plug, the teasing, the restraints, and my hard pee-pee, It was like I was being edged the whole way there and it wasn't fair. It wasn't hard to find the place. We could see the floodlights and hear the music from half a mile away. Things only got noisier and more festive as we got closer. Everyone who was anyone was there. I recognized people from the varsity teams, C.A.B.S. staff, and of course all my friends, fans, and dubious onlookers all milling about in front of the big building, where a big ribbon was waiting to be cut. The lookie-loos crowded me to greet me or stick a camera in my face. Since I couldn't get out of the locking buckle on my own, I had nowhere to go, and I got really uncomfortable when some of them started egging me on to make stickies in my diaper, practically shoving their cameras in my face. A few of the Alpha Beta brothers had to intervene to rescue me, telling them they needed a press pass, and directing them off toward some tables set off to the side of the entrance where there were plenty of forms to fill out for their convenience. That's when I noticed that the event was garnering quite a few recruits. Whether by hook or by crook, a line of young applicants had formed at the recruitment tables. I was sure that more than a few of them would end up in diapers by the end of the week, just like me, though I'm sure that's what some of them were aiming for in the first place. I spotted some familiar faces almost immediately. I saw Billy running the recruitment tables, and we were just coming up on Dr. Windelmann with a muscular rubber pup on all fours at the end of his leash. A thick diaper was prominently on display over his Rubber and it was quite yellow. The doctor smiled brightly when he saw us. "Oh! Vat haff ve here? The little mauschen has arrived! So gut to see you, little von. Und nice to meet you, Shelly. I loved the presentation you put on for the babysitter's club." He transferred the leash to his free hand and shook hands with Shelly, who looked slightly taken aback to see a human pup in full rubber out in the open like that. "Oh, zis is mein pet, Spritzer. Say hello, Spritzer!" The pup let out two barks and waggled his butt, wagging the rubber tail that poked out of the back of his suit. "Spritzer vas one of the first to go through our reform program. Oh, ja.The poor pet vas so misguided before his treatment, bullying little ones like Jimmy here, but ve showed him a better vay, isn't zat right, my little liebchen?" The pup barked and wagged his butt, whining a bit as the good doctor bent down and gave his swollen diaper a few pats. I wondered just how willing Spritzer was when he started his 'treatment'. He looked happy enough now, though, if a little horny and frustrated. With his hands in thick padded rubber mitts, and his extra thick diapers, I imagined that getting off was a challenge. I didn't really care, though. All I wanted to know was where was Tank. It didn't take long to spot him. With his size and the confidence, he was a commanding presence, directing the C.A.B.S. members, catering staff, guests, and Alpha Beta brothers like second nature. It was a side of him I had only caught glimpses of until now, and it made me realize that there really was a lot more to this man than the sweet Daddy I got to cuddle with at night. As soon as Tank spotted me, he delegated the role of manager to David, who looked like he was about to crap his pants. "It'll just be a moment, D. I've gotta see my baby boy!" In a flash, Tank had me out of the stroller and into his big arms, hugging me tight. "Did you miss me, baby boy?" he asked. I hugged him back and nodded, breathing in his scent. I really had. "He's been using a lot of big boy words," said Shelley, arching an eyebrow. "I had to help him remember to be little." I instantly felt smaller as she said that. Tank just looked down at me and smiled. "Is that so?" he asked, looking me in the eye. "You know better, baby boy. You're just a baby. Don't forget that." Babied by Billy Ch. 24 (2022).pdf

Hi friends. I haven't stopped writing this story - I'm just really busy and haven't gotten around to uploading here. Here's a couple chapters together! I hope ya like it! Room for Rent By Champ (Patreon.com/ChampTehOtter) Chapter 14: A Home for the Holidays Robbie's brother Andy had been doing pretty well for himself as a doctor, and had been able to afford what he called a 'comfortable' place for his wife and kids, the youngest of which was already in the first grade. But calling Andy's lifestyle 'comfortable' didn't adequately describe the grand home where Colt and Robbie had been dropped off. This was a classic colonial style house, all brick with a portico over the door and plenty of glazing spread to each side on both floors. It was house enough to comfortably house two families and then some, which made it the obvious choice for this year's family gathering. Comfortable indeed, snorted Robbie. None of Andy's other brothers could get through a conversation with Mom without a long speech about how wonderful and successful Andy was. But this day, Robbie didn't have it in him to feel jealous, and his annoyance quickly fizzled out. He was just happy to have someone he loved standing next to him. Not just a loved one, but someone he found heart stoppingly attractive no matter how many days they spent together. And after all, it was a nice place. He'd have no problem spending the holiday there, if he weren't in fear of being totally outed as a big baby. Colt whistled. "Nice place. Is that the beginnings of ivy I see on the east wing?" "Yeah," giggled Robbie, standing in the driveway. "Imported from the UK..." "Ooh! Fancy schmancy," Colt said, nudging Robbie in the ribs and making him giggle more. Colt always knew how to cheer Robbie up. It was as if he knew what Robbie was thinking whenever he worried. As if all that 'healthy communication' that Colt insisted on between them was actually paying off. Colt threw the strap of Robbie's day bag with his juice and snacks and changing supplies over Robbie's shoulder, giving him a kiss on the cheek before picking up their two suitcases. "Let's get a move on," said Colt, jogging in place. "It's a lot chillier than California out here..." Robbie hesitated. The large driveway where Colt and Robbie stood already had several cars in it, along with all their luggage, meaning that the rest of the seasonal visitors were probably already inside. Colt gradually came to a stop and looked over at Robbie. "Still nervous about seeing your family?" "Yeah," Robbie nodded. "I'm more worried about them seeing me actually..." Colt paused for a second and set the bags down. "Hey, buddy," said Colt, putting a hand on Robbie's shoulder and looking him in the eyes. "It's okay. We'll get through this together..." "Easy for you to say," says Robbie. "You don't have to be a baby in front of them." Robbie had lowered his voice to a whisper as he said 'baby', as if someone in the house might be at one of the many, many windows listening in. Colt sighed. "Look, if you don't want to be a baby in front of them, that's perfectly fine. That can be something you and I enjoy behind closed doors if that's what would make you happier..." "Really?" asked Robbie, brightening up slightly before furrowing his brow. "But then why am I carrying Mr. Cuddles and wearing a..." Robbie looked around before whispering, "diaper?" Colt couldn't help but chuckle just a bit. His hand was still resting on Robbie's shoulder and Colt gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Well, you didn't let me finish. You can try to act like a big boy if you want to, but what you absolutely cannot do is hide the essential parts of you that are little because holding Mr. Cuddles and wearing your diapers are both what?" Robbie recited along with Colt, "They're the healthy things I do to cope with stress." "That's right my smart boy," said Colt, ruffling Robbie's hair and smiling with pride. "And your family is going to have to accept that. In fact, I believe they already have." Robbie had been staring off as if deep in thought, but looked up when Colt mentioned that last cryptic tidbit of information. "What? What do you mean by that?" "You'll see," said Colt, giving Robbie a little peck on the mouth and a nudge toward the front door, followed by a crinkly butt pat to get him moving quicker. Robbie couldn't decide what was more blushy. The crinkly diaperpats, or the kiss. No, he decided, it was the kiss. Definitely the kiss. The two of them looked at each other one last time as they reached the front door and stopped. Colt set their luggage down to hold Robbie's hand and he gave it a reassuring squeeze. "They'll be cool. And if anyone has a problem with who you are, you can just hold onto Daddy, okay?" Robbie gulped and nodded, squeezing his teddy tight with his free arm. . "Thanks, Daddy," he whispered. "You're welcome, sweetie, and before I forget," said Colt, pulling Robbie's arm forward and giving his butt a squeeze as he bent over. "Do you need a change when we get inside?" "Daddyyy... Knock it off..." said Robbie, twisting. "I don't want them to see..." Colt already had one hand on Robbie's tummy holding him steady, and the other was pulling open the back of his waistband. "Well, that's why I'm checking you now before we-" "Shhh, no, just hit the doorbell," said Robbie, squirming even more. "Are you sure you want to shush me like that, buddy boy?" asked Colt, allowing Robbie's waistband to snap back into place. "Because you know what happens when you shush Daddy... his spanking hand gets mighty itchy..." Colt's stern tone was mitigated by the playful smirk he wore, and Robbie had to fight to hold onto his frown as Daddy gave his butt a few perfunctory pats. "It's not funny..." said Robbie, managing to maintain his angry face, which was still very cute in Colt's book. "I know it isn't," said Colt, grinning wider and rubbing his hand over Robbie's crinkly posterior. "Disrespecting your pops is a serious offense." Robbie didn't doubt Daddy would follow through on the threat of a punishment without hesitation. "J-just hit the bell already." "Alright, baby boy. Whatever you say." Colt finally let go of Robbie and reached for the doorbell, but the door opened before he reached it, and the friendly face of a man in a plaid shirt and house slippers peeked out. "Hey guys, took you long enough! What were you two doing out here? Waiting to become frozen turkeys yourselves?" "Hi Andy," mumbled Rob, trying to edge behind Colt to avoid his brother's gaze. The man glanced down at the teddy bear Robbie was holding and he paused for a second, looking at Robbie. "Aww... You still got that ol' bear, kiddo?" Robbie instinctively gave Mr. Cuddles a squeeze, nodding yes before quickly looking away. "Good. He's a good friend," said Andy, ruffling Robbie's hair. "And you must be Colt. Nice to meetcha. Do you want some help with those bags?" "Sure," Colt replied. "Actually, we've only got these two, so if you could grab this one and Robbie's day bag, that would be awesome." Robbie, blushed as the two of them talked over him with the unspoken assumption that bulky bags were none of little Robbie's concern. Typical. Even before he met Colt, Robbie's family always seemed to treat him like a kid. They're mostly Robbie's bun toasters," Colt said, giving Robbie another butt pat and getting a big reaction from Robbie, who whipped around and put both hands on his butt as he told Colt to quit it. "Hehe, well it's certainly cold enough for it," said Andy, and Robbie could only hope his brother thought 'toasters' meant something else, like long johns or hand warmers. Andy opened the door and waved them both inside. "Come on in, guys, kick off your shoes. Everyone's in the sitting room, but feel free to go up to your room if you need to to freshen up. We've set everything up for you." Robbie blushed at the mention of 'freshening up', as he was pretty sure that was a euphemism for a diaper change. And boy did he need it, as Colt would certainly have noticed the first time he checked. "Well, let's see," said Colt reaching back and giving Robbie's butt another squeeze. "Mmmm... Yeah, we might do that once we put all our stuff away. Should at least say hi to the family first." Andy had his back to them as he set the bags over by the stairs, but Robbie's heart still leapt into his throat as he prayed that his brother didn't turn around. Robbie felt more self-conscious than ever as his ears picked up on the loud crinkle of the diaper in his little shorts, which rang through the room with every movement he made. Neither could he ignore the way his soggy padding sagged between his legs, making his waddle all the more pronounced when he walked, and giving him a big round diaper bulge when he sat down to take off his shoes. While Robbie was busy fretting over his diapers, Colt took a moment to get his bearings. This was a big colonial style house with wooden floors, and furnishings that could have been taken straight out of a pottery barn, which is to say they were charming, homey, and whatever looked antique was probably less than a year old. He even caught a glimpse inside the kitchen, which had a giant island in the center, mint blue tile behind the cast-iron stove, and every pot and pan you could buy from Williams Sonoma. "Nice place you got here," said Colt, raising his eyebrows as he looked back at Andy, who was clearly as concerned with appearances as his younger brother. "It suffices," Andy replied, shrugging as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. Robbie rolled his eyes. He knew Andy must be loving this. A whole new guest to impress. Colt looked down at Robbie and smiled. "Let's go say hi to your folks before we get you changed, huh?" "They're this way if you want to see them," said Andy. "We can just leave your bags on the landing for now." "Sounds good! I can't wait to meet 'em!" "Oh, they'll love you. By the way, you look great. Do you work out?" Robbie cleared his throat as the two men began to walk off, and they both stopped and turned to look at him. Robbie staired pointedly at Colt, raising his eyebrows, and nodded his head toward the stairs. "Don't look at me that way, kiddo, or you're gonna make me think you need a nap before dinner..." Robbie's eyes bugged out, and he clenched his jaw, squeezing Mr. Cuddles like his life depended on it. Robbie's thumb had already made it halfway to his mouth before he noticed and tried to stop himself, but Colt was too quick. Colt caught hold of Robbie's arm, guiding Robbie's thumb the rest of the way into his mouth. "You remember the rule," said Colt, giving Robbie another crinkly pat. "That's one..." Andy leaned forward to catch Robbie's eye and give him a little smirk as Colt spoke. Shit. He did know. And now Robbie was going to have to greet his whole family in a soggy diaper, sucking his thumb and holding his teddy like a big baby. It was the most embarrassing situation Robbie could have imagined on top of the nerve wracking fact that this was his first time bringing a boy home for the holidays (or anyone for that matter). Colt guided a very blushy Robbie by the elbow, making sure he couldn't hide behind Daddy. They went left, past the tall mirrored cabinet and through the double doors to the living room. Robbie had only a moment to glimpse himself in the mirror as he was hustled away, but it was enough and Robbie couldn't get the image of the toddler in the mirror out of his mind as he was led toward the living room. Colt, on the other hand, was taking his surroundings as much as possible as they entered the lion's den. Inside, there was an older couple, clearly Robbie's parents, sitting together; a man who looked younger than Andy but much taller and gawkier than Robbie; and there was a plump woman who looked to be in her 40s wearing a colorful knit sweater and scarf. All conversation stopped as everyone turned to face the newcomers. "Well, look what the cat dragged in," said Robbie's dad with a big grin on his face as he caught sight of the adorable couple. "Hi, sweetie," said Robbie's Mom. "Come over and give your mom a hug! What are you hanging back for?" Robbie was nudged forward by his Daddy and stumbled a bit as his diaper began to sag lower and tug at his pants. Oh gods, not now, thought Robbie, feeling the eyes of everyone in the room on him. He gripped the side of his shorts with his hand, holding Mr. Cuddles against his body with his elbow as he stumbled forward. Robbie just managed to avoid taking a spill, and he sighed with relief only to realize that he was still sucking his thumb when his mother opened her arms and said, "You have to take your thumb out of your mouth to hug me! I guess we never really broke you of that habit, did we, Robbie?" Mrs. Walker backpedaled as soon as she caught a warning look from Colt, however. "Oh, it's fine, sweetie, go ahead if you have to. It looks cute." Robbie blushed and pulled his hand free of his mouth anyway, wiping his thumb on his pants. "S-sorry," he murmured, giving his mom a hug. "That's two," said Colt, patting Robbie's butt, then reaching over to shake Dad's hand while Robbie got the life squeezed out of him by his mother. "That's a strong grip! Attaboy," said Robbie's dad, giving Colt several hearty pats on the upper arm. "Name's Ronald. It's nice to have another man in the family. Not, er, not that there's anything wrong with being anything else... It takes all kinds and all..." Robbie cringed, and Colt did his best not to do so visibly. Ma and Pa were clearly trying, even if the delivery was a little awkward. Colt made the rounds, greeting Robbie's family members one by one and shaking their hands. Aside from Robbie's Mom Rita, his Dad, Ronald, and Andy who had greeted them at the door, Colt met Roger, the gawky one, who was the next oldest after Andy. He also met Aunt Rosie, whose personality was as colorful as her sweater. "Well, ain't you a tall glass of woddah?" asked Aunt Rosie, as she pulled Colt into a hug by way of his handshake. "Oof! A little more solid than that, I'm afraid," said Colt, who didn't often encounter hugs as strong as Aunt Rosie's. Andy's kids were taking a nap so they wouldn't be up til it was time to eat. Rob was grateful that they weren't there to see their uncle come into the room looking like an overgrown toddler. The only people missing were Robbie's brother Roy and his girlfriend Rachel, but that would change when Andy pulled his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it. "Oop. Looks like Roy is here! Last as always!" From the phone screen, Robbie heard and saw Roy and Rachel standing in front of the door, clear as day. "Hi, Big bro! You gonna let us in or what? I know you can see us with that new fangled camera set up you got!" "Sure can! Come on through you two, I'm buzzing you in!" Robbie's face went pale as he turned to Colt and whispered, "Did you see.... oh god..." Robbie felt like he was going to be sick. The whole family would have seen and heard everything that went on when he and Daddy were out there, that incredibly embarrassing diaper check that Daddy had done. "Hey! Party's here!" said Roy, interrupting Robbie's train of thought. Roy strode right in and started slapping hands with his two older brothers before getting a stern look from his parents and calming down. Then, he noticed Robbie. "Hey, squirt! Look at you! You look... adorable! Gimme a hug little bro!" Robbie tried to push Roy away, but couldn't stop Roy from planting a big kiss on his cheek, then taking advantage of his hug to start tickling. Robbie had no chance to defend against the tickles, and Roy showed no signs of mercy. If there was anyone who couldn't tell Robbie was diapered, that changed when Robbie's shirt rode up, showing off a good couple inches of crinkly waistband. The loud rustle of the squirming boy filled the room and Robbie was suddenly the center of attention as he giggled adorably and uncontrollably. "Alright, Roy, enough," said Ronald, finally fighting down the grin he'd been trying to hide. "Leave the kid alone. He's tired and probably needs to rest before dinner." "Yeah," said Colt, as Robbie ducked behind him to take refuge. "We should probably run upstairs and freshen up if you all don't mind." Of course, no one did. "All your supplies are upstairs," said Andy, ruffling Robbie's hair, then taking a page from Colt's book and patting his brother's butt for good measure. Robbie buried his face in Colt's shoulder, his face as red and bright as a three alarm fire. The tickle fest had only made his waterlogged diaper sag worse, and the only thing holding his pants up at this point was Robbie's hands. "Can I go now," whispered Robbie into Colt's ear, his voice choked with humiliation. "Yes, you can, but don't- ....run..." It was too late. In his haste to get out of sight before his pants fell any further, Robbie ended up falling and tripping, throwing his hands out to catch himself before he slammed into the floor. Of course this meant that there was nothing to hold his pants up, and the sudden drop in weight meant that they were pulled below the level of his adorable shirt, effectively pantsing Robbie and showing off the whole top of his diapers along with his little hiney. "Oh, cripes, are you okay, sweetie?" asked Colt, rushing over to check on the poor boy. Robbie fought back tears as he sat there, gripping his pants tight so they couldn't fall down again. Nothing was wounded but his pride, but after the stress and exhaustion of the trip, this final humiliation was the last straw. Robbie began to cry out loud, and it was threatening to turn into a full-on tantrum. "Oh, boy," said Colt, helping the sniffling Robbie to his feet. "I think he's a bit cranky from the trip. It might be time for a little rest." "You two go get settled," said Robbie's Dad, looking sorry now. "Well be okay down here." "Yeah, take a breather," said Andy, looking at his younger brother with some sympathy. "Towels are on the bed if you need to take a shower or a bath." "That'll be nice," said Colt, "won't it Robbie? We'll draw you up a bath so you can get all cleaned up and relaxed." Colt placed a hand on Robbie's back and hurried the bawling boy out of the room. ***** Robbie was distraught as they hurried up the stairs to their guest room. "Hold up, baby boy," said Colt, following behind Robbie with their suitcases. "If you fall again, I'm going to make you crawl. I don't care how much you cry about it." Robbie hurried ahead regardless, thankfully making it up the stairs without any major mishaps before waddle-trotting just short of a run. It seemed that even now Robbie still knew how to be a good boy for Daddy. "That's better, but you should still wait for Daddy, and don't give me that look. I'm your Daddy, and I don't care who hears it. Be good now, and wait for me." Robbie stopped in front of the door that was their room. Colt wasn't far behind. "That's better, good boy," said Colt once he caught up to Robbie. "Let's get you cleaned up. I promise you'll feel right as rain once you're out of that soggy diaper." Colt felt bad, but he knew that it was all or nothing when it came to convincing Robbie's family. If Colt had faltered or showed any doubt when he spoke to the Walkers last month, they would never have accepted the new way of things. But now Colt could see that their love and acceptance was only half of the equation. Robbie had been pushed too far too fast, and that was something Colt considered unforgivable because... Colt's stomach knotted up as the voices of doubt grew in his head. Because he was responsible for making Robbie cry. And after what he had promised Robbie... Colt felt a lump in his throat, which he swallowed for Robbie's sake. Losing it now wouldn't do his boy any good, so instead of punching the door and cursing himself for his own stupidity, Colt placed his hand on the knob and turned. There was an audible gasp from both of them when they saw what was on the other side. The room had been set up with a diaper pail, some changing supplies, stacks of diapers, which Colt had surreptitiously shipped ahead, and more than that; much of Rob's old baby stuff had been brought over so it really looked like Rob's old bedroom from when he was little. Robbie was amazed to see everything there just like he remembered. Amazed, and totally blushy. His family had never said anything about this, but it was clear they had prepared this all with him in mind. Colt felt the knot in his stomach melt and he beamed down at his good boy. "See kiddo? They love you. And how could they not? You're the cutest little boy in the whole wide world!" Colt had been working hard to undo the catch 22 that made Robbie so anxious. On one hand, Robbie had been told to grow up, and shamed for the 'childish' behaviors that helped him cope with his anxiety. On the other hand, he was perpetually treated as a child. Colt and Robbie's Mom had had a serious discussion about Robbie's special needs before Thanksgiving, and this little gesture from Robbie's family would go a long way to healing the damage of the lifetime of shame that Robbie had endured for being who he was. At least, that was Colt's hope. "W-where did they even get this?" asked Rob, gaping as he held up one of his favorite old toys: An old wind-up panorama toy that played 'row row row your boat'. He wound it up and watched it go, mesmerized as the boats scrolled lazily across the screen, tears all but forgotten. Colt saw the note first, sitting on the pillow. He picked it up and showed it to Robbie, who looked at it, confused. "What's it say?" Colt felt silly. He'd have to read it out loud since reading was yet another casualty of Robbie's baby training. "It says... Ma and Pa got all this stuff together. They filled us in on what was happening. Just want you to know you're my favorite brother (don't tell the others) and there's always a room for you two here, kiddo, okay? ~<3 Randy & Reina. Wait... Randy? I thought your brother's name was..." Colt looked down from the note to see Rob standing there, quietly. Uh oh, thought Colt. Then Robbie began laughing and Colt was even more concerned. "What're you laughin' about, silly?" "It's just... something you wouldn't have known. Randy started going by Andy in high school because he wanted to be different. But he always signs his full name so... it's gotta be true, huh? They really wrote that, didn't they?" Colt's expression softened. "Aww, of course they wrote it, silly boy. And I'm sure they meant every word." Then, just like that, Robbie started to cry. "Ohhh, shh, shh, shh, It's okay, baby boy," said Colt, bringing in Rob for a hug. Rob hugged him tightly back. "Daddy's here, Daddy's here. Shhh... you're okay." Room for Rent By Champ (Patreon.com/ChampTehOtter) Chapter 15: A Family Dinner In the next 30 minutes, Robbie and Colt got very little napping done. Robbie was too excited after the spanking, and it turned him into a total cuddle bug, but Colt knew how to calm him down. "Shh, there there, little guy," said Colt as the two of them cuddled in bed - Colt in his boxer briefs and Robbie in just his diaper. "Let Daddy take care of that pesky little pee-pee." Robbie whimpered and whined as the thick, soft padding of his diaper was massaged around his hard little dick. The sound of crinkles only made it better as he let Colt take the lead in touching him down there. Every once in a while, Colt would poke a finger in past the inner leg band to play with Robbie's little bits. The feel of Colt's fingers on Robbie's smooth thigh and balls tickled just a little bit, making Robbie shudder in pleasure. Colt's fingers would trace around, teasing before briefly stroking his little hard pee-pee, gripping it on both sides of the padding, causing Robbie to gasp and moan, and beg for more. Colt leaned in and spoke softly in Robbie's ear. "Little guy is all pent up... I think that bath helped you de-stress, but let's get it all out, okay Robbie?" "Uh huh," said Robbie, nodding and whining. "That's my good boy... ah, ah, ah, no helping Daddy. You keep your hands above your belly button." "But it feels so good, Daddy," whispered Robbie, leaning his head back against Colt's shoulder as Colt continued to manipulate his package through its plastic layer of protection. "Here," said Colt, handing Robbie his Teddy. "Hug Mr. Cuddles tight, and enjoy the ride, little guy, okay?" Robbie did just as Colt suggested, squeezing his eyes and biting his lip as he felt his coming orgasm build, and build. "Is my little one gonna make stickies in his padding like a good boy?" asked Colt, sensing the tension in Robbie's body. "Yes, Daddy... It feels good, Daddy," gasped Robbie. "I know it does, sweetie." Colt picked up the pace then, making Robbie grit his teeth and hump into Daddy's hand without any self-control. Robbie soon couldn't help it. He felt his sexual energy rolling toward the point of no return as his big handsome Daddy held him there in their bed, surrounded by Robbie's favorite baby things, and all the diapers that he knew were just for him. Robbie's cute whines and whimpers were reaching a fever pitch as he knew he couldn't hold back. The loud sound of crinkles filled the air as Daddy continued his offensive, and Robbie's little butt cheeks tightened as the moment of climax drew near. Robbie was stiff as a board as Colt held him close. "Daddy loves you," said Colt, kissing Robbie on the head just before he came, crying out, "Oh, Daddy!" and collapsing on the bed as all the tension left his body. Colt held his boy close, stroking his hair softly, and whispered, "That's my good boy." But Robbie was already fast asleep. Colt smiled with self-satisfaction, having made certain that the only place Robbie made stickies was into his waiting padding where it belonged. But now, Colt had his own problem to deal with. He rolled onto his back and pulled back his covers to reveal a massive monster snaking out the bottom of his underwear and leaving a pre-cum slicked mess on his thighs and the sheets. "Free lube," he said with a chuckle, as he pulled down his undies to free his massive schlong. "Hello, Mr. Snakey. Now it's Daddy's turn." ***** "Hey Robbie," said Rachel, guiding Robbie from the bottom of the stairs as Colt let the terrified big tot on toward the dining area. "Gosh, you're cute. Come on, let's get you to dinner." "Is it really okay?" Robbie asked, twisting around to look at the seat of his blue jersey knit cotton sleeper and make sure his butt wasn't too poofy. "You're fine, sweetie," said Rachel, rubbing his back as she led him forward with a light grip on his right arm. Robbie was okay with this. He actually felt a little less intimidated being greeted by Roy's girlfriend than he would facing his own dad or brothers. With Colt's comforting hands firmly on his shoulders and Rachel guiding his arm, he felt safe, but the moment he caught sight of the dining table and tried to back away, he realized what this arrangement really meant - the two of them had complete control over his movement. While Robbie tried to dig in his heels, they led him inexorably forward, comforting and shushing him, assuring him that everything would be alright if he just relaxed and went along with it. Robbie stopped struggling and gasped as he caught sight of where he would be seated. Robbie thought he might end up at the kids table with Andy and Reina's kids, but it was much worse than that. "Th-th-that's a high chair!" Robbie squeaked. "And it's all yours," chimed in Andy, with a friendly smile. "Really, It's no problem. My kids have outgrown it anyway." Colt just smirked and said, "You always eat in a high chair, Robbie. You should feel right at home in this one." "Aww, isn't that pwecious?" cooed Roy, earning him a stern glance from Mom and Dad and an elbow in the ribs from Aunt Rosie, not that Roy seemed to care. Auntie Rosie stood up and walked over to the high chair. "Oh, bring the boy here, Colt. I'll help feed him! It's been too long since I got to take care of my babies." Rosie then shot a glance at Roy. "Although I can think of another young man who might just end up in a high chair if he's not careful." Roy blushed and said, "Hehe- j-just kidding, little bro." "That shut him up," said Aunt Rosie, nodding with satisfaction as she helped Colt secure Robbie in his special chair for dinner. Robbie soon found himself strapped into the large high chair, squeaking on the padded vinyl, his thighs held wide by his thick diaper as Colt clicked the tray in place and Aunt Rosie tied a bib around his neck. It was surreal. "Oh, dear, look at him. Just like when he was two. Such a cutie, he was... is, still!" Colt stood on one side of the high chair while Aunt Rosie stood on the other. "He really loves being a big baby, but he loves his diapers most of all," said Colt, reaching below the tray ang giving Robbie's cum-soaked diaper a squeeze. "I know, we heard," giggled Aunt Rosie. There were murmurs of agreement from the others, who began talking about all the cute little things they adored about the new Robbie. Robbie couldn't believe he was sitting there in his cummy diapers at thanksgiving while his whole family talked about what a baby he was. But it was something everyone could agree on. Something that brought everyone together. Everyone seemed to be getting along great until dinner was served and it came time to feed Robbie. "I always feed the tyke by hand. It's my job," barked Colt, snatching the spoon from Auntie Rosie's hand.. "Oh, but I'm his Auntie! I know just how the little stinker likes to be fed," countered Aunt Rosie, snatching the spoon back just as quickly. "I think he'd be much more comfortable if I fed him..." said Colt, grabbing the spoon. The two of them began wrestling for it over Robbie's head as Robbie looked on in horror. "You two had better stop," said Andy, standing up and throwing his napkin on the table. "There will be no fighting in my house; this is Thanksgiving! Why don't you both feed him?" Daddy and Aunt Rosie looked at each other, surprised, and then, they both smiled. "Yeah!" "Sounds like a great idea!" And so, Robbie found himself being fed double time by his boyfriend/Daddy and his auntie, two spoons scooping up his pureed peas, his cranberry sauce, his mashed potatoes. Before he knew it, Robbie was as stuffed as the turkey. However, no one seemed to pay attention to Robbie's protests that he was too full to eat another bite, because they were having too much fun with the baby. The whole family's attention was on adorable Robbie and Aunt Rosie's theatrics. Colt had to go over the top too just to keep up. "Okay, baby boy, open up for Daddy. No more fussing now, unless you want a spanking in front of everyone..." "N-no, Daddy! No!" yelled Robbie, sitting up suddenly. He looked around, confused as he saw that he was in the guest room in bed. "Huh... whah?" "Shhh, Robbie, you were only asleep," said Colt, smiling and kissing Robbie on the head. "Unh... what time is it?" asked Robbie. "Almost time for din dins," said Colt. "You must have been really tired because you conked right out after your special cuddle time..." "I did?" asked Robbie, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He was still feeling disoriented, the memories of his dream still playing through his mind in bits and pieces. Colt was already up, however, and he wasted no time pulling off the covers to help his baby boy out of bed. "Um... Robbie... baby... did you have a good dream?" asked Colt. "Unh... I dunno... why do you ask?" "You're really tenting in that diaper... And... I'm betting when I change you, I'm gonna find more stickies in there than you fell asleep with..." "Daddyyy," whined Robbie, blushing and hiding his face. "Don't tease me! You know I just got a dry one..." "Well, it's not dry anymore!" said Colt, reaching down and squishing the front of Robbie's diaper. Robbie was shocked to look down and see he was soaked and hard. "Th-that's not," Robbie began, but his sentence quickly petered out as he had nothing to follow up with. "Not what? Not your diaper? So did you go and put someone else's on, silly boy? I don't think so..." Robbie just blushed as Daddy laid him out and got the changing supplies ready, whistling a happy tune. That's when a knock came on the door. "Come in," called Colt before Robbie could even get a 'no' out of his mouth. "Hey, guy -OH! Uh, heyyy..." said Roy, covering his eyes and looking away before glancing back at them. "It's fine," said Colt, casually flipping out a wipe from the wipe dispenser. "I'm just changing the baby." "Uh, ahem, yeah," said Roy, coughing awkwardly. "Uh, anyway, I wanted to apologize for getting so rowdy down there, Robbie," he said, glancing down at his little brother. Robbie stared back like a deer in headlights, but Roy respectfully held his gaze, completely ignoring what was happening below Robbie's waist as Colt wiped the boy clean and prepared another diaper with a *fluff* *fluff* *crinkle* "We square, lil bro?" "Y-yeah," croaked Robbie, wishing this change would be over soon. "Good," said Roy, taking a few hesitant steps forward and Ruffling Robbie's hair. He seemed to relax as he did this, and let out a chuckle. "I gotta admit," he said. "I was a little surprised to hear that you chose this lifestyle, but..." he smiled up at Colt, then looked back down to Robbie. "I think it suits you." Robbie's eyes went wide as his face went completely red from nose to ears. "Th-thank you," he managed to choke out, having been taught to always be polite. "You're welcome, buddy... And thank you," Roy said, turning to Colt. Colt stopped mid-motion, one hand holding Robbie's legs up and the other one positioning the new diaper under Robbie's butt. "For what?" asked Colt, confused. "For loving my baby brother... and taking care of him. Anyway... see you two at dinner. Don't take too long getting ready or I'll eat up all the cranberry sauce before you get any!" Roy flashed the couple a cool guy smile with a wink, point, and cluck of the tongue before closing the door behind him. "Well, your family seems to be taking things well," said Colt, patting Robbie's secured diaper and turning to open the luggage. . "Yeah... Roy was actually n-nice," said Robbie. "Well, they're all nice, as far as I can tell," said Colt, pulling out some clothes for them both. "Let's get you downstairs so we can eat some turkey as a family." "Yeah, sure, I-" Robbie, stopped mid-sentence as he looked at Colt in shock. "What's the matter, Robbie? You look like you've seen a ghost. I was just going to ask which one you wanted to wear." Colt held up Robbie's space sleeper in one hand and a blue footed jersey knit sleeper in the other... ***** "Are you sure you're okay eating in a big boy chair?" asked Colt in a hushed voice as he led Robbie by the hand down the stairs. Robbie scoffed and pulled his hand free. "Of course I'm sure! Come on, Daddy, I'm not that helpless." "I'm just makin' sure," said Colt, being his usual overprotective self. Robbie rolled his eyes and almost lost his balance as they descended. "Whoa there buddy," said Colt, lunging forward to put an arm around Robbie. "Eyes forward when you're going down the stairs." Robbie blushed, shaking his head as they made it to the landing. "I'm such a klutz. Why am I such a klutz?" "I wasn't kidding when I said I'd make you crawl, kiddo," laughed Colt, giving his little man a crinkly pat on the butt to usher him toward the dining room. "Go on then. Let's get seated, before I change my mind and put you in a high chair..." Robbie seemed reluctant to go in, so Colt gently took his hand. "You wanna stick close to Daddy after all, huh? That's what I thought..." "Such a Daddy's boy," said Roy, startling them both. Robbie blushed hard, while Colt was flustered and tried to recompose himself. "Heh. Sorry." Roy looked a little sheepishly at the two of them. "You two look great together, really. I just want to give you fair warning. I'm gonna poke fun at you, but I do it to everyone. Try not to take it too personal..." "Oh, we won't," said Colt, squeezing Robbie's shoulder, "But if you go too far - fair warning - I'll give you a good spanking no matter how big you think you are. Try not to take it too personal. Right Robbie?" "Yup!" The two of them watched as Roy's face went bright red. "Hehe, yeah. That's fair, that's fair. Erm... I really just wanted to warn you about Mom... she's... sometimes a little... judgey... with her comments. But don't worry, bro," he said, punching Robbie lightly on the arm. "Your bros have got your back. Just... be yourself, you know?" "See, Robbie?" said Colt, kneading Robbie's shoulder and looking down at him with a smirk. "Isn't that just what I always tell you?" "Yes... Daddy," said Robbie, forcing himself to say the 'D' word despite how embarrassing it felt to say it in front of his brother. Colt smiled, proud of Robbie for making so much progress so quickly. "Come on, lil boy. Let's go into the dining room before dinner gets cold." Both Robbie and Colt's hearts were hammering in their chests as they walked toward the big feast. The other guests looked their way as they entered, and Robbie's adorable outfit raised a few eyebrows. "Footie pajamas?" asked Mom, looking Robbie up and down. "Well...I guess it is pretty cold today." "Oh, isn't it adorable?" asked Aunt Rosie, looking to Mom and back to Robbie. "I haven't seen the little guy in one of those in ages! Not since at least junior high!" "Don't remind me," muttered Robbie, thinking of his embarrassing sleepover where all his friends got to see the childish pajamas he wore. That was the last time he ever wore a sleeper until Colt came along. "Well, we like to keep him comfortable," said Colt, leading Robbie by the hand to the table and pulling out a chair. "Come on, buddy boy. Up you go." Colt slid in the chair for Robbie as he sat down, then tucked Robbie's napkin in his collar before he could protest. "That's better. All good?" Robbie just blushed and nodded, looking around the room to see who was staring. Everyone was watching and smiling, with varying degrees of trying to hide it. His dad, Ronald, had already taken a bread roll and was chewing on it to keep his composure, while Rosie seemed enamored with the love birds. "Colt, I have to say. I'm so impressed with how well you take care of Robbie. I think I speak for all of us when I say that." "Thanks," said Colt, smiling. "He needs looking after, and I'm happy to do it!" "And all while doing your own law practice? Where do you find the time?" asked Mom. "I work from home," said Colt. "I have more than enough time for my little guy. Anyway, Robbie's a good boy." "Well," said Dad, "We raised him good." Robbie, who had been staring into his lap the whole time, tugged on Colt's sleeve, and whispered into his ear. "You can have sparkling apple cider," said Colt, to Robbie, pouring him some of the non-alcoholic beverage before thanking everyone for the kind words. "Thanks, everyone, but really, I'm the fortunate one, you know. I really lucked out with this guy. Robbie's the sweetest love bug I ever met. I can't believe we found each other!" Everyone smiled at this comment. If he hadn't already won them over, Colt was easily doing so now. Then Rosie asked the question. "How did you meet, anyway?" "Well, it's a funny story," began Colt. "It all started with a Greg'slist ad..." ***** "Turkey's ready!" Called Andy, who had at some point escaped to the kitchen with Reina to take out the essential holiday bird. Everyone was hungry and eagerly awaited their turn to get a piece of meat before hungrily helping themselves to the various delicious foods on the table. "The white meat only please," said Rachel. "Dark meat for me!" Rosie and Rita both agreed that the dark meat really was the best, though clearly this fact was in dispute. "What do you think, Colt?" asked Ronald. "Can you help us resolve this little disagreement?" "Well, if you ask my opinion," began Colt, "they're both good! They may be very different, but they complement each other perfectly." He looked at Robbie and gave him a wink, earning a blush and a little smile despite the eye-roll Robbie gave him. Colt loaded up Robbie's plate, then leaned over and cut up Robbie's meat for him. Robbie sat back, face red as he watched Colt cut up his dinner for him. "I can do it myself," hissed Robbie. "And so can Daddy," said Colt, looking back at the boy and raising his eyebrows as if daring him to argue. Robbie's brothers were all smirking as they watched. "Better do as he says," said Roy. "You know that Daddy's spanking hand gets mighty itchy when you don't. Ow!" Rosie, who had given Roy a smack on the back of the head for being such a smart alec, played it off as if she was yawning, and Colt had to grin. "What did I say?" asked Roy. "I'm just repeating what Roger told me." "Hey, don't bring me into this," said Roger. "Boys," said Dad with a warning tone. "If you don't stop..." "Oh my gaaaa..." Robbie buried his face in his hands. So they really had heard the whole conversation out front. They had really heard that. They had really seen... "Oh my gosh..." Colt had to chuckle to himself. The illusion of order at the dinner table had been broken as the chaos of a real family dinner revealed itself. He was glad, actually. It put him more at ease knowing that he was now seeing them the way they really were, which was imperfect and human, just like everyone else. Robbie, on the other hand, was completely thrown off. The moment he reached for his apple cider, he knocked it over. "Oh, yikes!" cried Colt, jumping up to avoid getting splashed. "Oh Robbie," said Mom, her voice full of disappointment. Robbie's brothers, however, were eating it up, enjoying the lively and chaotic situation as a welcome change from being bored out of their minds from a stuffy dinner. "Calm down, calm down. Let's get you cleaned up," said Colt, soaking up the spill as best he could with napkins as Andy rushed over with some kitchen towels. The two men set about the task of cleaning up the spill, and Robbie. "Those Jammies are gonna have to come off," said Andy, conferring with Colt. "Okay," said Robbie, making to stand up and go. "Oh, no, you don't," said Andy, putting a hand on Robbie's shoulder to keep him from moving. "You're all wet! You'll get water everywhere." "Well, you don't expect me to get undressed right here, do you?" Robbie paused as he saw the men's intent expressions. "You can't be serious!" "We'll get you your space man pajamas instead, sweetie. It'll only be for a second." 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Hey, all! My bad! I guess I went back a chapter instead of forward. Thanks for letting me know! You know what that means, don't you? Here's chapter 12 and 13! Thanks for reading! Room for Rent By Champ (Patreon.com/ChampTehOtter) Chapter 12: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner? A few weeks later, Robbie's determination to be brave and supportive for Daddy was put to the test. He had gotten more used to going out with Daddy, and less shy about who noticed. He had also started working out with Daddy to build up his stamina, so he didn't have to ride in the shopping cart every week, and each week he lasted a little longer on their shopping trip before asking for uppies and being put in the cart. Robbie and Colt were in the gym when a call came in on Robbie's phone. Colt had gotten it for him as a surprise gift to replace his old beat up one and get them on the same contract, where he could coincidentally restrict Robbie's screen time and access to adult content. Robbie went over the entryway where the phone was charging. The moment he picked it up, Colt watched Robbie's face drain of color. "I-i-it's... my mom." Colt was immediately on high alert. He had been prepared for this eventuality. He'd looked forward to it, in fact, but even his heart was beating when the moment finally came. This is it, he thought, rushing over to where Robbie was standing. "What do I do?" asked Robbie, shaking his hands in panic. "Answer it," said Colt. "Find out why she's calling. Tell her how you're doing..." Robbie gave him a look of total fear. "Shh, it's okay, silly. She can't see you." Robbie nodded his gulped and answered the phone. "H-hello?" "Robbie, dear. Did you forget my number? It's your mother. Why haven't you called?" "Hi, Mom," said Robbie. "I-I'm sorry I haven't called. How are you?" "How am I? Oh, I'm fine, aside from the fact that my son never calls. Listen, we're having Thanksgiving at your brother's house," she said. "Which one?" "The one with the house. Harry. Are you alright, dear? You sound out of breath" "Yeah, I'm f-fine," said Robbie. "Just happy to hear your voice." Colt smiled and nodded. "Good one," he whispered. Robbie gave him a little smile. "...for Thanksgiving? "What was that, Mom?" "You weren't listening, were you Robbie? You're just like a little kid, always getting distracted." If only she knew, thought Robbie. "I said, are you actually going to bring anyone with you to Thanksgiving dinner this year? A girlfriend perhaps? Or boyfriend?" "Moooommmm!" said Robbie, blushing fiercely. "I'm just asking..." Colt pointed to himself. "Me! Me! You're bringing me!" he mouthed to Robbie. "Uh- y-yes, actually. I am bringing someone." Robbie was beginning to sound more confident already. "Aah! That's amazing! Fantastic! Who are you bringing?" "It's my Da- er room-, er... w-well... i-it's a surprise," he said, finally settling on the only true statement that wouldn't lead to more questions. "Oh come on," she said. "You can't do that to your mother. Tell me their name at least..." "H-h... uh... his name is Colt," said Robbie. "Colt! That's a great name! And what does he do?" This at least was a question Robbie knew she would like the answer to. "He's a lawyer." "A lawyer! Oh, good job, honey. I can't wait to meet him. A lawyer! Oh, my son is dating a lawyer." "I didn't say dating, mom," "Okay, sweetie, you can tell me when you get here, then. I'll just go ahead and let you get on with your day. Oh, he finally found someone. I have so many people to tell..." Robbie hung up, about ten shades redder than when he started the conversation. "Well, that went well... I think?" said Colt. "So, I guess we're going to Thanksgiving!" "Yeah, I m-mean... If you're not already planning something with your family..." said Robbie. He hoped Daddy would be able to come, since he always had such a hard time with family gatherings. "Nah," said Colt. "My little brothers all have a life of their own, though they sometimes visit. My cousins too," he said, with a wink. Robbie blushed. Those had to be the bedwetting cousins that Colt had mentioned before. "You look like you've got something blushy on your mind," said Colt with a grin. "Are you looking forward to meeting them? I know they're looking forward to meeting you." This comment just made Robbie more bashful. "I don't know... I'm kinda shy around new people... old people too, to be honest..." Colt smiled. "I know, and it's adorable! Okay, mister blushy pants. Let's finish our workout and then we can get cleaned up, have lunch, and talk about Thanksgiving." Robbie nodded. That sounded good to him. ***** Soon Robbie was sitting in his high chair, drinking his veggie smoothie from a sippy cup while Colt grilled some lean chicken breast and fixed up a quick greek salad. "This is pretty big boy food for a lil' guy like you, but we gotta eat right after a workout," said Colt, as he finished plating the food. Robbie had never been a big fan of salad, but thanks to Colt's cooking skills, he now looked forward to it. His little tummy liked it too, and thanked him by halting all the tummy aches he used to get from all his junk food. "Here you are," said Colt, setting the two plates down - one on the high chair tray, and one on the table. "Bon appetit!" "Hey, that doesn't sound like Greek to me, Daddy," "Gosh, you're right!" said Colt, looping a bib around Robbie's neck and tying it securely. "I'll have to look that one up..." Before Robbie could touch his salad, Colt had the colorful plastic fork in his hand, loaded and ready for landing. "It's cute that you still think you're gonna feed yourself. When was the last time I let you do that?" Robbie blushed and put both his hands into his lap, squeezing them between his legs and hiding his blushy face in his shoulder. "Face forward, baby boy," said Colt, gently cupping Robbie's chin and bringing it forward. Robbie didn't resist. He just opened his mouth, looking into Colt's eyes as he took his first bite. "Mmm!" he said, forgetting his shyness as soon as the deliciously seasoned salad hit his tongue. "Do you like it, baby boy?" "Ni lum im!" said Robbie, as he chewed. "No talking with your mouth full, little dude," said Colt, raising an eyebrow as if daring him to talk back. "Norry..." "That's two," said Colt. "I'm beginning to think you like Daddy's spanks. Robbie just giggled in response because it was true, of course. Once Robbie was fed, it was Colt's turn to eat. Robbie knew he'd have to just sit in the high chair until Daddy let him out. Colt grinned as a yellow spot appeared on the front of Robbie's diaper, spreading out around the strap between his legs. He loved to see his boy using his diapers like he should. "Didn't even complain. Such a good boy." "Daddyyyy," said Robbie, blushing once more. He had been fussy at first about being confined, but he quickly learned that Colt was no pushover, not even for potty breaks. You're wearing your potty was his common retort those first few days. After a few minutes of watching Daddy eat, Robbie got bored. "Can I have my phone back? I wanna play games." "Not until we talk about Thanksgiving, kiddo." "Aww! When are we gonna talk about thanksgiving?" "As soon as I finish my meal," said Colt. "The less questions, the faster I finish..." "Oh," said Robbie, shutting his mouth. He did his best to sit still, but a minute later he was fidgeting again. "So what did you want to talk about?" he asked. Colt just looked at him. Then, he grabbed a silicone ring from the table and handed it to Robbie. "Chew on this, kiddo." Robbie took the ring and began chewing on it, looking abashed. He liked his teether, but it did make him feel pretty darn babyish. Normally that wouldn't be a problem but after talking with his mom, he was having a hard time getting into the baby headspace. It was as if her voice had flipped a switch and all his insecurities had returned full force. Colt finished the last bite of his salad, put away the dishes, and dabbed Robbie's face. Then he took the tray off the high chair and helped Robbie down. Any pretense of Robbie helping with the dishes had gone the way of his underwear. It was just not safe for babies. "Come on, baby boy," he said, leading Robbie to the sink and washing his own hands as well as Robbie's. "All clean! Yayyy!" That's what they always said after washing their hands, and it always made Robbie laugh and smile. "Ready to sit in Daddy's lap and talk about Thanksgiving?" "Yeah!" said Robbie, still feeling excited and giggly. Colt knew that being positive with Robbie and giving him something to look forward to would make all the difference in lightening up the potentially difficult conversation. "Okay, let's go to the living room and you can sit in Daddy's lap." Robbie was soon sitting comfortably, held securely by Colt as they talked about Thanksgiving plans. "Wait, you mean I'm gonna be little around my family?" "Robbie, you are little around your family. You're just going to own it now." Robbie made a face worse than all the times he had to eat vegetables combined. "Daddy, I can't do it. It's too hard!" "But you'll have me with you. Didn't you say you could be brave as long as we're together?" "Yeah," said Robbie, uncertainly. "Well, I'll be with you the whole time. I won't let you out of my sight until we both feel safe with me doing so." Robbie looked at Colt a good few seconds before responding. "Well... I can't go wearing baby clothes," he said, finally. Colt wasn't going to let that one slide, however. "And just what other clothes do you have to wear, buddy? Are you just gonna walk your little tushie to their front door in your cute diapers?" Robbie blushed at the thought and shook his head. His old clothes were long gone, so once again, he had to concede. "But... what if they don't like my new... clothing?" Robbie asked, looking down at his diaper, which was peeking out from under his colt-sized battlemon shirt. "Well, I can have a chat with them ahead of time and make sure they do like it." "No, Daddy, you can't!" said Robbie, in a panic. "Sweetie, this has to happen," Colt said, giving Robbie a reassuring squeeze with both arms. "They're gonna find out one way or another, you know that, baby boy. Besides, we didn't spend all summer building good habits only for us to hide our relationship like some shameful secret." Robbie nodded and let out a long, frustrated breath. "Do I really have to be little around them, Daddy?" "Baby boy, I don't think you could be any other way if you tried. Aren't you proud of who you are? Daddy's brave little boy?" Robbie was fighting an internal struggle, but Colt was winning out. After all, Colt was the one who was present in his life every day. Colt snuggled Robbie and gave him a kiss on the cheek, which pretty much clinched it for Robbie, though he was happy to milk out a few more snuggles from his Daddy by looking unsure. "Look, I'll make it easy for you, kiddo. Do you wanna talk to them, or do you want Daddy to handle it?" He looked down at Robbie who had the biggest pair of puppy dog eyes. "Those puppy dog eyes aren't going to work on me twice," said Daddy. "What's it going to be? "D-daddy," Robbie said, finally. Part of him was relieved to let Daddy handle all of it. The other part of him was terrified. What would Daddy say? He didn't want to know, but curiosity would drive him crazy! "Okay, baby boy. You can rely on me. Next time she calls, you just hand me the phone and I'll talk with her." Chapter 13: Getting There is Half the Fun With Halloween out of the way, Robbie's Thanksgiving worries were back. Now, the dreaded family visit was closer than ever, and Robbie didn't know what to do about it. He doubted he could go back to acting big for several days on end. On the other hand, he couldn't blow off his family and stay here either. His parents would kill him! Robbie sat in his playpen stacking Brickos into a more or less even block as he puzzled over his situation. Colt peeked into the living room, drying his hands on a dish towel. "Hey, kiddo. How's your Bricko set? Having fun with it?" Robbie set down the bricks and sighed. "I don't know, Daddy. I guess so." Colt immediately came into the room, tossing the dish towel over his shoulder and crouched down on the outside of the playpen. "You still worried about that trip, tiger?" Robbie looked up at Colt with his famous puppy dog eyes. "What if they get mad at me? Or laugh at me? That's going to be so awkward." Colt sighed and reached into the playpen. "C'mere, kiddo. Put down those Brickos for a sec, okay?" Colt helped Robbie up and over the wall of the pen and held him close, patting his padded butt through his dino pajama pants. "You're gonna make yourself sick worrying about this trip, baby. I told you, Daddy's got it covered." Robbie hugged Colt tight. He was led to the couch to lie back in Colt's arms. He closed his eyes and relaxed as he felt the warmth and smelt the scent of Daddy. Finally, he spoke. "What did you tell her?" asked Robbie, softly. "I told her exactly what she needed to know, lil dude. Nothing naughty," he added with a chuckle when he felt Robbie's body tense up. "It's okay. Your family is cool with it. No one is going to give you a hard time for being little." Robbie's breath stopped. "Really?" asked Robbie, looking back at Colt. Colt gave him a squeeze of reassurance. "You know it kiddo. If they do, we can go straight home, and I can nom on my own little turkey butt." Colt held Robbie tight with one arm and tickled his padded behind, making Robbie giggle in a high pitched squeal. "There's my happy boy..." Colt's free hand went from tickling to massaging, rubbing Robbie's stomach, his legs, softly kneading his diaper. Robbie relaxed and let out a big breath, nuzzling into Colt's chest. As far as either of them were concerned, they could stay like this all day, and they did stay there for quite a while, Colt lightly petting the boy, occasionally patting his diaper or tugging up the waistband. This left Robbie totally relaxed. Entranced, but completely present to feel each and every touch, hear every sound from the crinkle of his diaper to the rumble of Colt's chest on his back as, just like that first time on pizza night, Colt held Robbie and spoke softly in his ear. "Little dude, little dude. You're a baby, don't forget. This isn't make-believe, you really well and truly are my baby boy. Isn't that right?" Robbie smiled and nodded, his eyelids remaining shut. "That's right, kiddo. You're my little guy, aren't you...? Mine and nobody else's... No matter where we are... or who we're with... Isn't that right, baby boy?" "Mmm," said Robbie, nodding again as Colt cupped his diaper secure in his palm. "No matter what, I'll be with you. And I'm not gonna lie, there will be some awkward moments as people you know adjust... But you can come to Daddy and give me a hug whenever you need it, and just focus on us. You and me." Robbie said nothing. He just absorbed Colt's words. "Whenever. Even if I'm in an important meeting in my office. And on Thanksgiving, we'll have a nice family dinner with your family. And we can be ourselves... And if we need to go, we'll go... But nobody can touch you when you're with me. That, I promise. Alright, baby boy?" Robbie nodded again. "That means you're going to be little the whole time, because you aren't a grownup, are you, baby boy?" Robbie shook his head. "No, you're not. And you don't want to be, do you?" Robbie shook his head again. "That's right, good boy. I think we both know what's best for you. You need to stay in diapers and stay a little boy forever and ever with Daddy. And after the holidays, there will be no more reasons to hide. All our friends, all our family... Everyone will get to see adorable little Robbie. And they're gonna smile... they're gonna love you, just like I do. Does that sound good to you, lil dude?" Robbie nodded and smiled. He was now looking up at Colt with his eyes open. Colts words had reassured him. "Yes, Daddy." "Do you think you can do it?" Robbie took a deep breath and nodded. "It's gonna be tough, but I think I can do it..." "We can do it, kiddo. Together." "Yeah," said Robbie, smiling back at his Daddy. "We can do it." It was hard to worry about anything when Daddy held him in his arms. Robbie rolled over onto his belly and quickly became aware of a fleshy tube in Colt's pajama pants. It was so warm. "Um, Daddy?" asked Robbie, blushing as he felt the hot meat pressing against his tummy. "Yes, little one?" asked Colt, looking just as blissed out as Robbie had been a moment ago. "I- is Mr. Snakey up because he wants to play?" Colt's eyes went wide as he shifted Robbie's weight off of his lap, and scrambled to hide his erection. "Oh! Geez...! I'm sorry, little dude!" Colt's face was red and his gym shorts were now obviously tenting despite his best efforts. Robbie giggled at the sight of Daddy looking completely flustered. Colt was never overt about it, but Robbie knew that Daddy was just as excited by their Daddy Baby relationship, and the evidence was clear - no matter how careful Colt tried to be. "Aw, geez, I'm sorry, kiddo. Daddy needs to go get some ice..." Colt turned to leave but Robbie reached out and grabbed a hold of Colt's shirt. "Wait, Daddy...You don't have to leave!" Colt stopped, and looked at the boy, surprised. Robbie continued. "I- I mean...." Alarm bells were already ringing in Robbie's head yelling retreat! Retreat! Colt stopped, sat down, and put a hand on Robbie's knee. "Relax, kiddo. Take your time, and tell Daddy what you want to say." This was more familiar territory, despite the pesky protuberance still poking up between his legs. "I like Mr. Snakey." Robbie finally blurted out. "I- I mean... uh... I want to, um... do the stuff that other guys do... you know," Robbie lowered his voice to a whisper, "sex stuff..." Colt smiled in surprise. "Oh ho! That's a mighty big word for such a little baby boy. Have you ever done any... sex stuff... with a guy before?" Asked Colt, fighting the urge to grin. "Well, no but…" Rob looked down at his hands touching his fingers together and blushing red. "I… I’ve been saving myself for someone special." "Oh, I see." said Colt, raising his eyebrows. He managed to keep a straight face as if taking this information in very seriously even though Robbie was being adorable as hell. Robbie continued, looking away as he said the words. "A-and… I think… maybe, uh… I mean if you want… I think that someone could be you." The final words rushed out of Rob's mouth before he could stop them, and he involuntarily flinched after he said them. What would Colt say? He hadn’t ever been so forward with his Daddy before. He didn’t want to ruin what they had already. He risked a look back at Daddy and saw that Colt's poker face had completely dissipated. “Awww! Baby boyyyyy!” Colt scooped Rob up into a big hug and patted his padded bum. “Of course I’ll be your first.” He gave Robbie a hug and snuggled his cheek, causing the smaller guy to smile and giggle. Robbie felt better. He had done a very good thing; Daddy was happy, and he had told the truth! Robbie then looked bashful again. “S-s-so… um….” Colt pulled back and looked at Robbie questioningly. “A-are we gonna do it now?” Robbie asked, innocently. Colt laughed. “Haha, No, baby boy. No, no. It's too soon.” “But I’m ready now,” protested Rob, before catching himself and lowering his voice. “I-I mean… I’m ready if you are.” He finished the sentence so softly it was more of a whisper. “I know, baby boy, I know. But first, you’ve gotta learn to take my finger.” Colt held up his index finger, which looked impossibly thick to Rob's virgin eyes. "I mean... unless you want to do butt stuff..." Rob gulped and nodded, his erection was already tenting his diaper, and his heart was pounding in his chest. “We can start with a finger at bed time, when we put you in your night diaper," said Colt. Of course, Colt had fantasized about doing naughtier things with Robbie since he first laid eyes on the boy, but he had certainly never put pressure on Robbie to provoke this response. "B-bedtime? That's so far away," said Robbie, knowing that the anticipation and anxiety of such a long wait would drive him crazy. Colt felt the same way, and he was rock hard - and practically gushing precum - because of it. "I'll tell you what, kiddo... Daddy has to go use the potty, and when I get back... we'll talk about something else to get our mind off of all this." "Like what?" "Well... since Thanksgiving is this month, why don't we talk about the things we're thankful for?" Robbie sighed and nodded, and Colt quickly made his way to the nearest restroom. It didn't take a genius to figure out what those sounds coming from the bathroom were whenever Daddy had to take a sudden unscheduled 'potty break'. Whenever it happened, Robbie would find himself listening intently and rubbing his diaper with his hand or on the nearest plushie as he listened. This time was no exception. Robbie was feeling pretty excited and nervous about doing something more with Colt. If he had to be honest, Colt had been about as intimate as one could get with him - bathing him, taking him to the potty, and of course, changing his diapers. But sex was a whole different level for Robbie. He'd never done it with anyone before, and certainly no one as mind blowingly hunky as Colt. All these thoughts went through his mind as he listened as close to the bathroom door as he dared stand, rubbing his diaper to Colt's moans. Robbie couldn't wait to see Daddy getting off like that up close and in person. By the time Colt was done both men were flushed and sweaty, having blown their loads in their respective corners. Robbie had ample time to return to his seat on the couch while Colt cleaned up. Colt soon returned looking happy and refreshed. He cuddled up with Robbie in the living room again and they counted their blessings. "What are you thankful for, Daddy?" "I'm thankful that I have the cutest little boy in the world under my roof," said Colt, smiling and booping Robbie's nose. Robbie stuck his tongue out at Colt and said, "Well, I'm lucky I have the nicest Daddy, even if he is a goof sometimes..." "Goof? I'll show you who's the goof...! I'm going to tickle you until you take that back and admit that you're the goof!" "No, Daddy! Heeheehee! You can't make me!" Robbie giggled hard as Colt tickled him all over. After a bit of silly fun, they eventually ran out of all the tongue in cheek comments and started listing off the things they were well and truly grateful for. Good health. Good friends. Awesome cartoons to watch. Each other. "I'll make you a bet, Robbie," said Colt. "What's that?" ask Robbie. "If you can get all the way through Thanksgiving without telling one lie, I'll give you something very special afterwards." "Oh really?" asked Robbie, looking Daddy up and down and imagining just what that could be. "Really," said Colt with a coy grin. "It'll be like a game!" Robbie got excited. He liked games. "What kinda game?" "A truth teller game." "That doesn't sound like a fun game," said Robbie. "Oh, sure it is. Why don't we practice, huh?" Robbie nodded. "Okay. Fine. I'll take your challenge, mister!" "Okay buddy. First question... When was the last time you peed your diaper?" Robbie's eyes went wide. "Coming out with the hard ones right out of the gate, Daddy! Geez!" "Is that one too hard for my baby boy's baby brain?" asked Colt, speaking in exaggerated baby talk. He knew that it made Robbie's pee-pee happy to be talked down to. "No," said Robbie, blushing, but he still didn't answer. "Well, then when was it?" There was a pause of several seconds as Robbie worked out some seemingly very difficult calculations in his head. "I don't know," Robbie admitted, finally. "I... I don't know when I peed last... I wasn't paying attention..." Colt's face lit up. "Ding ding ding! We have a winner! Way to answer honestly, baby boy!" "But I didn't even know the answer," said Robbie, confused. Room for Rent Ch. 12 (2021).pdf Room for Rent Ch. 13 (2021).pdf

Here it is, another update! I hope you enjoy!! Babied by Billy By Champ (Patreon.com/ChampTehOtter) Chapter 23: A Very Interesting Thursday Next thing I knew, the VR headset was coming off and I was blinking in the light. It took me a minute to fully come back to my senses and by that time, Tank was already kneeling down in front of me with my crotch snaps pulled open, sticking his fingers in the leghole of my diaper to see how wet I was. I looked around, still slightly dazed, and realized we were in the hallway of the Humanities building just outside our English classroom. "Lookin' good, kiddo," said Tank, giving me the thumbs up. "Those double diapers really did the trick, even after your morning piddles!" I blushed and began to get hard in my diapers. Then without thinking I said, "I wanna make stickies in my diapees! Can I wub my diapees, Dada?" I looked at Tank in horror, hardly believing what I had just said. Several passing students turned their heads, giving me odd looks. I was so embarrassed. Tank didn't seem surprised at all, though. He just chuckled and ruffled my hair. "No, you can't kiddo. It's not time for that, it's time for class." "O-oh, yeah," I replied, mentally slapping myself. Why had I said that? And for that matter, why had Tank brought up the topic of the birds and the bees at all today? Did he think we were going to...? No, best not to think of that, I decided. There was no telling what I'd blurt out if my mind went down that path, and I wasn't too keen to find out. ***** Class that day was... interesting. First came English class with Tank. As usual, Professor Rice used her own brand of snarky humor to keep everyone engaged and on their toes, but it also meant we were all on an even playing field. Anyone was fair game for her humorous jabs, so even though I was sometimes the butt of the joke, I felt very relaxed in Professor Rice's English class. "Gun show, you gonna keep staring at Tiny over there or are you going to answer the question?" asked Professor Rice. "Oh, uh... what was the question?" asked Tank, scratching the back of his head and blushing while the other students laughed. "...Sorry." The professor looked my way. "Tiny, can you help him out?" "Uh... I need my teddy!" Theo was the only thing that really mattered to me at that moment, and Tank was right on it with my plush pal in hand. Professor Rice smacked her forehead. "Oh boy. Between tweedle dee and tweedle diaper, I can see I have my work cut out for me. Can anyone else tell me when we use a semicolon? This is supposed to be a review, people. Yes you - no, not you, little miss know it all. We all know you know the answer. I'm talking to the one behind you." I hugged Theo and let myself zone out. This is way better than fussing about what's going on in class, I thought. I could get used to this. In Spanish class, I continued to learn Baby Spanish with the help of Katie, only this time I was more enthusiastic, happily saying the words and clapping along with Katie, and then the teacher as I got them right. "Mama! Baba!" "Yayyyyy Jimmy! You're so smart!" Smiles all around. Dr. Paña was very impressed that I managed to complete the homework of watching Flora the Explorer, and gave me a smiley face sticker on the back of my hand. More smiles and applause. It felt so nice to get praise, I couldn't help but smile too. And the best part was, the double diapers were still holding strong, so no diaper changes in class. Last but not least was Calculus with Jason from the varsity baseball team and my favorite instructor, Professor Câliner. Once again I found that Jason hadn't brought a textbook for me, or even a graphing calculator. "Sorry, Kiddo," said Jason, holding up my waterproof calculus for babies book. "I just have this and these baby counting blocks..." I smiled and clapped, making grabby hands for the blocks. Jason seemed surprised and relieved and happily went back to scratching his head over the day's lesson while I played with my toys. It didn't matter that I was reading the book upside down. It didn't matter that I wasn't going to learn anything of note this semester. None of it mattered because it was all part of the plan I had discussed with Tank. What wasn't part of the plan was the tapes giving way on my soaked double diapers when the professor once again picked me up and started bouncing me on his hip while he lectured. That, and what happened after class came as a complete surprise. ***** "So, I heard you peed on the professor in class today, squirt," said Tank, as Jason handed me off to him. "We're gonna have to get you some plastic pants if this keeps up." Jason was aghast. "Again, I'm sooo sorry, man. I had no idea he was that wet..." Tank held up a hand to silence Jason. "Don't worry about it, man. Not your fault. Our guy is just a little super soaker, yes he is!" How Tank heard about my latest embarrassing desk change was beyond me. There must have been someone or something else keeping tabs on us. I looked around, suddenly suspicious of everyone and everything. "So distractible today," said Tank, kissing my nose and making me giggle. And just like that I went right back to playing the happy, hopefully convincing baby as he strapped me into my stroller, another day of classes successfully finished, or so I thought. "Uh, Tank," I asked, as he wheeled us in a different direction than normal. Tank gave me a pointed look as if to say, careful and I nodded, putting a teether in my mouth and pretending to teeth as I quietly asked the question, "Isn't the Dining Center that way?" Tank's winced, then he looked down at me with an apologetic look on his face. Uh oh, I thought. This is bad. "Ooh. Sorry, kiddo. I might have forgotten to mention... we have one more class today..." "One more class?" I asked. "That's funny because I don't remember signing up for any new ones." "Yeah, about that..." "Well, I got my diaper changed already, so I doubt I'll attract too much attention. Maybe I can sneak in a nap or something. What's the subject anyway?" "That's just it... the, uh, 'subject' is you." I dropped my teether and just stared at him. "Come again?" It turned out that the next class was "Advanced Human Sexuality" (HUMSEX for short) led by none other than Dr. Stannopoulis, the director of C.A.B.S. himself, and today was the start of their discussion on his specialty: adult babies. Enter me. "I'd like you to welcome Jimmy and his lead caretaker, Teddy," said Dr. S in his typically cheerful public voice. Despite his nice guy act, I did catch the emphasis he put on the word lead, and I wondered if Billy might be watching somewhere. I scanned the room and didn't see him, but the auditorium was large, so it was possible I just missed him. "This is my favorite part of the semester," continued the director. "It's always a delight to have our Adult Babies in class with us." The director raised an eyebrow when he saw I was not wearing my mitts and looked at Tank who only shrugged. Then, he turned back to me and helped me out of the chair, "Welcome, Jimmy, he said, tapping the front of my diaper. How are you feeling today?" "I wanna make stickies in my diapees!" I blurted out and I started rubbing my diapers with both hands. Everyone was watching with interest and I was so embarrassed, but I couldn't stop myself. "Very good Jimmy. Very good! You can stop now," said Dr. S., snapping his fingers surreptitiously, then patting me on the padded butt and ushering me to a chair on stage. He turned to address the class. "We let our adult babies express themselves however they wish to. It's important that we don't hinder their development by limiting their behavior, even if it is taboo behavior. Unless, of course, it's absolutely necessary." The students furiously scribbled in their notebooks and clacked on their keyboards, hanging on his every word while I struggled to appear dumb and happy. Hiding my embarrassment was a difficult feat considering what I had just done (or been made to do?) in front of the class. "Jimmy, would you care to tell us about your journey to babyhood? The first stirrings of this desire in your mind? Perhaps what it's been like being in our program?" "Uh..." I paused for a second to try and process what he had just asked, and then just held up my bear and said, "I got Theo!" The Doctor laughed. "Haha, very good, Jimmy." He turned to the audience. "Well, it looks as though our little one won't be much for conversation today, but that's okay because I have something better. Let's have a look at the video clips, shall we?" I gaped at my own image as various humiliating situations over the past week were projected on a huge movie screen behind me. I was flabbergasted to see myself in all those different situations, from bathtime to bedtime to class to the bathroom changes after my biggest blowouts. Was there anything they hadn't captured? Like an overzealous parent, they had managed to record nearly every moment of my humiliating life as an adult baby. They even had my prostate milkings from the doctor and Tank. The doctor narrated. "Ah, yes, baby's first prostate milking. This is one of the most popular on our blog. I can tell you it sold a lot of C.A.B.S. anal training plugs on our website." The class chuckled at this. My head was spinning. Dumb happy baby. Dumb happy baby. I had to remember that I was just a dumb happy baby completely unaware that my most embarrassing moments were being exposed for the world to see. Dr. S. continued. "We've taken the opportunity to collect the data from our online audience with surveys offering discounts and freebies on C.A.B.S. services. We found that ABDL desires are much more common than any of us expected. We got over 500,000 responses from countries all around the world. Anyone care to guess what percentage of the population has had ABDL interests in their lifetime?" The room was quiet. "Thirty percent!" he said. "And quite a few of them enrolled in our programs after watching Jimmy's video. That's right, Jimmy! You're doing important work for C.A.B.S. as our newest Adult Baby Ambassador! Why, I'll bet the last time you were in there, you saw someone signing up thanks to your videos. I fought hard to keep a smile on my face and giggle and clap like I was happy about it. Doctor S. sure knew how to rub salt in the wound. "Well, as you can see, we have one satisfied customer in Jimmy. Jimmy loves being a big baby, don't you Jimmy?" I smiled and nodded automatically, Billy's powerful hypnotic suggestions saving me the trouble of acting. "That's right," said Dr. S, looking extremely gratified. "So, why don't we open up the floor to questions? Jimmy will do his best, but Teddy and I are here to answer. Yes, you in front. Question? ***** After a grueling hour of listening to Dr. S and Tank answer questions from the inane to the just plain embarrassing, I was glad to finally have it over and done with. I wanted so badly to ask if this was to be our last appearance in this class, but unfortunately Dr. S answered the question for me, and I didn't like the answer I got. "Jimmy and Teddy will be joining us for every lesson during this unit, and yes, Jimmy is one of the possible subjects that you may look after for your AB-sitting assignment. Sign-ups are here on the desk. First come first served." There followed a mad dash for the clipboard as people hurried to sign up as my caretaker. Of course there were other choices available, but mine was the name on everyone's lips, or so it seemed. Apparently after Shelley's broadcast, my situation had finally caught the attention of even the last few students who had been hiding under a rock all semester, and I was now a bona-fide campus celebrity. When I learned this, I was doubly glad for my VR distraction during today's trip to school. "Looks like you're going to be having busy weekends all semester, Jimmy," said Dr. S with a chuckle as he looked at the signup sheet to see my time slots completely maxed out. I just stuck with the dumb baby act, smiling and clapping, then rubbing the front of my diaper and moaning, though that last part wasn't exactly an act so much as an overwhelming impulse that I couldn't control. "Looks like the little one is happy about that," quipped the good doctor. At this point, I was halfway to a diapergasm and too far gone to care. ***** After class, Tank and Dr. S stuck around to chat while I was kept occupied by a group of curious students who each tried their best to make me laugh. "Over here! Lookie what I got!" said one girl, holding up a phone screen with lots of flashy lights. "Over here! Over here!" cried a guy, who started playing barnyard sounds from his phone. "Lookat these!" said a third student, who, in the lowest effort bid of all, simply jangled his car keys. That one proved the most effective at capturing my attention as I clapped and giggled. "I've babysat before," he said with a chuckle, holding up his palms and looking around as if to say, "Yeah, I'm the shit, and I know it but it's no big deal." I never thought I'd see the day where entertaining an overgrown baby would become a competition, but here I was. And of course this would be the moment for me to have a blowout. There were squeals of horror and delight from the class as I let 'er rip into my diaper, not that I had any way to stop it even if I wanted to. The hollow plug and the tube lodged in my pee-pee tract had me completely incontinent. Several students called over to Tank and Dr. S. hoping for permission to change me. Dr. S just waved in my general direction and said, "Yeah, yeah. His diapers are in the diaper bag hanging on his stroller. Go ahead and change him, I'm busy." I was treated to the most collaborative diaper change I had ever been a part of as a crowd of the students worked through the logistics of getting me changed. "I've got the powder!" "I call dibs on the diaper cream!" "Hey, which diaper is best here? I've got these funny animal ones, this one with cartoon puppies, or..." "Stand back! I'm opening this sucker up!" It was surreal hearing all these people talk over me like I wasn't there. Surreal, and kinda hot. Oh no, I thought, as a particularly brave boy wiped my poopy bottom clean. Not now of all times!" "Wow! Somebody's excite- Oh gods, he's cumming again!" "Hnnngh!" I grunted, as my penis began pumping out its third batch of penis pudding whether or not there was something there to catch it. A girl reached over and yoinked the boy's hand up to bring the diaper front over my pee-pee before I splattered it all over his shirt. "He shouldn't have jostled the anal stretching ring. That's what happens when you jostle the anal stretching ring," commented the Doctor, whose attention had finally turned my way again. I didn't know whether it was because he was finished talking to Tank or if it was because of the unmistakable sound of a diaper boy in the throes of a diapergasm, but I certainly hoped this meant a quicker end to this ordeal. "Okay, okay, move aside everyone," said Tank, clearing a path, much to the disappointment of the excited students. "I'll take it from here." He cracked his fingers and smirked. "Let a pro show you how it's done." ***** After the Human Sexuality class, Tank was in high spirits. It was almost annoying, but I knew he had to have a reason to be so happy. I just didn't dare ask what it was, not until we were well away from campus grounds, where we might be observed. Unlike Tank, I was feeling despondent now that I understood how much covert surveillance I was under, and part of me wondered if Dr. S. had revealed that information just to crush any lingering hope I held that my diaper days might one day be behind me. As we crossed the street past campus, I finally asked, "What's got you so Happy?" failing to hide the disdain from my voice. Tank didn't even seem to hear it. "Why am I so happy, little guy? Because of how well that worked!" He was referring to our plan. We had to act like the director had won and Tank was elated that he seemed to have bought it hook, line, and sinker. I shouldn't have been surprised. The man was an egomaniac if there ever was one. Still, I couldn't help but feel that that was a little too easy, and that Tank was celebrating prematurely. "Hey, in case you forgot, I'm still in the program," I said. "Pretty sure that contract is iron clad too... I mean, I'm no lawyer, but..." "Oh, come on, little guy, don't be such a worry wart. I can handle him. We've got this in the bag!" "Yeah, that's what they all say." "Yeah, well I know it," Tank said, playfully pinching my cheek and earning a swat from me, not that it made much difference to a guy his size. "You call that a smack? Gosh, I don't have much to worry about if that's all you got," he laughed. I couldn't help but smile as I watched his huge chest shake with laughter. I had really missed that guy. I would say the past day and a half had been the hardest in my life. It wasn't exactly easy to shut off my feelings just like that and not go running to him. "What are you smiling about," asked Tank, looking down at me. "Nothin'" I lied. "Are ya gonna tell me or am I gonna have to tickle it out of you?" He stopped the stroller. I looked up at him and crossed my arms. "I'll have you know that tickle is defined as torture! Ahh! Help! I'm being tickle attacked!" Tank was merciless, eliciting paroxysms of laughter from my all too weak flesh as he attacked my most vulnerable points. "Okay, okay! You win! I'll tell you!" I managed to choke out between peals of laughter. When Tank was satisfied, and I finally caught my breath I spoke up. "Gah. I'm just happy to be with you is all. But I might have to reconsider that position after what you just put me through. Well, me and my diaper," I said, looking down between my legs to see the material of my overalls bulging around the buttons. "Oops," said Tank, resuming our trek back to the house. "Good thing we keep you protected." "Hey! That's not funny," I said, blushing and covering my crotch. "Uh huh, well, somebody down there seems to think so," he said with a smug grin. "Okay, you're getting way too comfortable with the birds and the bees stuff, mister. Whatever happened to 'Oh he's too little for that sort of thing'?" I asked. "Alright, I admit, I may have gone a little... baby crazy when I first got involved... but I'm past that now. I've evolved," he said,briefly letting go of the stroller to make a sweeping gesture with his fanned out fingers. "Yeah, ya think? A little baby crazy is an understatement! How about full-on baby bonkers?" "Okay, that works too," said Tank, with a smirk. "I guess I need to make it up to you, huh?" "Darn skippy," I said. As much as I might have wanted to curse, it seemed like those grown-up words still didn't want to leave my lips. But I didn't really mind. That was the least of my problems all things considered. Tank grinned as he wheeled us up to the familiar house. "Look, there it is! Home sweet home! At least until tomorrow." The moment we got inside he sat us down on the couch with me in his lap and pulled out his phone. He swiped through it a few times and then looked over at me. "I take it you aren't feeling very social tonight?" I shook my head. "Not really. Why? Something come up?" "Eh, nah, it's nothin'," said Tank, scratching his cheek and smiling. "I'd rather spend time with my favorite guy." I almost felt bad, but for the fact that he was largely responsible for this mess I was in, and there was no way in hell I was going to be alone with Billy ever again. "So, what do you want to do tonight?" asked Tank, clicking off the phone screen and dropping the phone on the couch. "You're asking me?" I asked, slightly taken aback. This was the first time I had been asked such a thing all week. "If you need ideas, I have ideas. You haven't played in the sandbox for a while, what about that?" "No way," I said. "Too sandy!" "Aww, you were so cute in that, though. Uh, not that it matters," he added quickly as he caught a glare from me. "Well, it's too early to veg out and watch TV. There's gotta be something we can do. Hmm... I know!" He said with a devilish grin. "How about a game of... run away from the monster?" Tank's grin only grew as he stood up and backed away from the couch. He gave me his best monster snarl, baring all his teeth, his hands extended out like claws, and slowly stalked toward me. "Oh, come on, Tank. You can't scare me. Th-that doesn't work on... Okay, stop it, Tank. Tank? Taaank!" Soon, the butterflies in my tummy got to be too much, so I leapt to my feet and began to back away from him. "Eeek!" I yelled as he lunged towards me, and I shot off toward the backyard, barefoot. He chased me for a good ten minutes or so until I was completely exhausted, and then he swooped in, holding me up with his powerful arms and gobbling my belly, making me giggle so hard. He was still gobbling and I was still giggling as he carried me back into the living room and deposited me onto the couch. "That was fun, Daddy!" I said, smiling. Tank smiled back, but then he noticed the phone was buzzing. He must have left it on the couch while we were playing. I saw the screen as he picked it up. 10 missed calls. David was calling. "Aw crap," said Tank, rolling his eyes as he picked up the phone. "Dude where the hell are you?" I could easily hear the panic in David's voice from where I was sitting and Tank had to hold the receiver away from his ear for a sec before responding. "Hey, dude, pipe down! I've got this thing right next to my ear, ya know, you don't have to yell! What's up?" He paused. "Planning committee? No! Of course I didn't forget, I just..." My face fell. Of course he would have things to do tonight. Tomorrow was the grand opening of the newly renovated Alpha Beta Delta Lambda house. Our house. No wonder he was so preoccupied by all the messages when we first came in. "Sorry, man, I totally spaced" he said to David, sighing and sagging, like letting air out of a tire. "Yeah, I was just... having such a good day after talking with the director and all... yeah, it's looking pretty good. Yeah, I'll hustle my butt over there right now, but what about Jimmy? Bring him along? Babysitter?! No, I agree, we can't leave him with you know who anymore, even if he is off of the planning committee and free to babysit... Uh... alright, well, I guess I'll use my best judgment... See ya soon." Tank hung up and turned to me. "Okay kiddo do you want to come to the Alpha Beta party planning committee meeting, or do you want a babysitter?" I wanted to scoff at the idea of a babysitter but truth be told, I had already pretty much accepted it as part of my life (at least for the time being), so I just rubbed my chin and said, "As fun as the planning committee sounds... I think I'm gonna go with the babysitter." "Alright," said Tank, looking pleased at my choice. "That's probably for the best." "Do you know who's gonna watch me, though?" "I'm pretty sure you know who," said Tank. "Shelley?" "Yes, Shelley." And so for the second evening in a row, I spent the night working on my 'class assignments' with Shelley. As far as babysitters went, we could have done worse. Shelly was fun to be around, and she actually made my babyish homework pretty interesting. I had to explain to Theo the teddy why bedtimes are important, and I made some pretty compelling arguments with Shelley's help. And as for the baby calculus book? Well, that was just elementary. In all actuality, though, it was more challenging than it appeared. I was pretty sure I learned something, though I couldn't be sure what since I kind of drifted off until I realized I was filling my diaper again. "Okay, stinker, I think it's safe to say this homework doesn't agree with you," said Shelley, holding her nose. "That's your third diaper today! Are you sure you're finished this time?" I blushed bright red as she laid me out on the changing mat. Acting or not, I still was not used to being changed out of a messy diaper by anyone, let alone an attractive classmate. I buried my face in Theo as I let Shelley do what she needed to do down below. In the middle of powdering my butt, Shelly got a call from Tank. She answered it, leaving me stuck naked on my back while she talked. "What's that? Sleep over? Oh yeah, no problem. Don't worry, I've got everything I need. Don't worry, Jimmy will be fine without his Daddy for one night. Stop worrying, friend, I've got this covered. Leave it to me, you go plan your party. We'll see you tomorrow!" "Sleepover?" I asked. "Sleepover. Looks like the Alpha Beta boys are pulling an all nighter to get ready for the grand opening," she said, throwing her hands open to emphasize the grandiosity. I nodded and stuck my thumb in my mouth, looking away as she finished diapering me. I sure hoped that Tank's plan would work; I didn't think I could take much more of this humiliation. But for the moment, I just had to grin and bear it. Babied by Billy Ch. 23 (2022) (1).pdf

Hey everyone! Here's the latest update to this story. I hope you enjoy! ~<3 Champ Babied by Billy By Champ (Patreon.com/ChampTehOtter) Chapter 22: The Birds and the Bees *Crink* *Crink* *Crink* *Crink* "Hey kiddo, rise and shine! I wonder what Billy was so happy about when he left this morn- Kiddo?!" Busted. Tank froze as he stood in the doorway and so did I, my hand mid rub, my soggy padding hugging my loins. For a few seconds, neither of us knew what to do. I spoke first. "D-Daddy- I! I didn't mean to! I... unh!" I groaned as I began to rub the front of my diapers again. I couldn't help it. I was just so horny for my diapers! Tank seemed to become unstuck as his hands slowly went up to his mouth and he stepped forward from the doorway. "B-baby boy...? A-are you okay? What are you doing without your mitts? ... ...A-are you talking to me again? I-..." He hesitated for half a second, then rushed over to me, getting gently down onto his knees on the bed and bringing me into a hug. He was crying, I could see it. I was embarrassed both to see a grown man crying, and to be rubbing my diapers in front of him, especially since I still found him so attractive. And perhaps most of all because I really, really, really needed that hug from him and it felt so good that I began to cry too. But I didn't stop rubbing my diaper. "Oh, baby boy, I'm so, so, so, so sorry, I..." He grabbed my wrists and gently guided them away and looked me in the eye. "Sweetie... I don't know why Billy took off your mitts, but I'm not going to make you put them on again. I won't make you do anything you don't want to. Ever again. I..." He looked away and made a pained expression, then he took a deep breath and looked back at me. "I've hurt you. I've been as bad as Billy, participating in all of this..." He looked around and reached for a remote to see that everything had been turned off. To his surprise, it had, and I suspected Billy must have done something unauthorized and gone off script himself to leave things off like that. I said nothing as he held my hands in his. Not, this time, out of spite, or protest, but because I wanted to feel his touch. And I wanted to listen to what he had to say, even if he didn't deserve it. "Listen, Jimmy. I will admit something to you. I know that you never asked for this. At first, I was just going to bully you like Billy, but then I saw you get hurt and I had to step in. Then, well... then I manipulated you into that pinky promise and spent more time with you, and before I knew it, I... I was head over heels for you. But I still helped them, I still got you to stay for that procedure... For my own selfish reasons, I... I went with the program. I have no excuse, Jimmy. No excuse for what I've done. What I've been doing. I don't expect you to trust me, or even to want to look at me ever again, but... I want to help." I was in tears at this point. My eyes were watering up and my vision had gone all warbly. Then everything stopped as the words he had said caught up with me. "W-what? What do you mean you want to help?" Tank looked at me in the eyes and said, "I meant exactly what I said. I want to help..." He gave me a little nod as the light of realization entered my eyes. "You mean...?" "Yes, Jimmy. I'm getting you out." I was completely floored. I couldn't believe it. "You're... you're serious," I said. The words came out on their own, and I don't know how I knew, but the moment I heard myself say them, I realized with complete certainty that they were true. He looked at me, and then it was as if he let out a breath he had been holding since he'd walked into the room. He looked so relieved and thankful that he gave me another huge hug and after a few seconds, I began to hug him back. I knew that he had abused me. I knew that I was going against every piece of wisdom I had ever heard about toxic relationships, and yet, stupidly or not, I couldn't hold back any longer. I hugged him back and cried into his shirt. We just stayed that way. Him holding me, me holding him. And we both cried. It could have proven to be the dumbest decision of my life, but it was also the only decision. I hugged him and felt the love, and the resentment, the betrayal and also the need and comfort and hope all mixed together as I felt his body with my own hands for the first time. I put my hands everywhere I could. I felt his face. He let me. I even dared to ask if I could feel him down below. "No, bab- no, Jimmy," he said, pausing to correct himself, but then added as he saw my disappointment. "Not yet. Just... give me some time. I'm sorry, I'm still so used to seeing you as a baby. I keep wanting to call you what I called you before. I'm trying my best, I... I don't want to lose your trust again..." "You don't completely have it yet, Dad- er... Tank," I said, mentally cursing myself for falling into the same trap. "You've got a lot of work to do if you want to prove to me you've changed..." "Yes, baby bo- I mean, yes, Jimmy. I'll prove it to you, I promise. And I've never gone back on my promises, have I?" I shook my head. "No, you haven't." That much was undeniably true. We lay in bed for a while, myself the small spoon once more laying in his arms. It felt like we were catching up. Somehow, the unexpected situation of the morning had thrown me off my game and I was glad for it. It meant we finally had a chance to talk things out. I finally felt as if I had a way forward. And most importantly, I had an ally. But all I was focused on for that moment was the need for human touch and intimacy that I had missed all this time I was denied my personhood. Finally, I was being held by someone who saw me as something more than a baby. After a while, I asked him, "Why did you finally come around?" Tank was silent for a minute before he responded. "Ever since the last meeting with the Director, I've had this nagging feeling. Maybe I've known longer than that. It just got stronger and stronger after we left that man's office. I was ready to tell you yesterday. I tried to tell you... After what Billy said yesterday, I couldn't ignore it anymore." He huffed. "What we're doing at C.A.B.S. is wrong. I know it's wrong. And the director, he's..." Tank looked around and lowered his voice as if afraid the director himself could still hear us. "He's full of shit, Jimmy. I don't care how much 'neurological evidence' he has under his belt." I audibly gasped at his use of foul language. I had never heard him curse deliberately like that in front of me. He spoke with such conviction as he said it. "I'm going to get you out of this, Jimmy. I can't make it right, but I have an idea of how we can make it stop. And..." he reached down and patted my diaper on the side, well clear of my naughty zone. "I'll see if I can get you out of these too. It'll take some time but please just play along a little longer. I'll have to go back to calling you baby boy for a little while until we're done, and then... No more baby treatment or diapers ever again. I promise." I blushed as I felt his hand on my hip and heard the crinkle of my diapers. I shifted and made an uncertain, "mmmm," as I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. "W-what is it, Jimmy? What's wrong baby bo- ...what's wrong?" "W-well... I mean... It's just, uh... never is a pretty strong word, isn't it? I m-mean, I c-could maybe be okay being your baby boy sometimes... in private?" Tank hugged me tight and I could feel his thick cock beginning to climb up my spine as it engorged. He kept his breathing and voice calm, however. "Only if that's what you want, baby boy..." I nodded, and said quietly. "That's good, Daddy." He gave me another squeeze. "I love you, Jimmy." "I love you too, Daddy." We lay there quietly for another moment, as I collected my thoughts. Finally, I spoke up. "So what do we have to do?" ***** After our chat I felt ready to go to school with a renewed sense of purpose. But first, there was one little detail to take care of. "We're gonna have to take care of that soggy diaper of yours, buddy," said Tank. He grabbed a fresh diaper and grinned as he held it up, but then his smile faltered. "Uh... unless you want to do it yourself...?" I sat there frozen for a second, not sure what to say. Embarrassed, I just nodded. Changing your own diapers is something an adult would be able to do, right? "I'll, uh, give you some privacy," Tank said, heading for the door. "I'll be right out there if you need me, though." His hopeful smile told me he was more than eager to swoop in at the first chance, and I realized that maybe it was better to get away from this codependency we had developed after all. Or at least try to, anyway. I watched the door close behind Tank with a click. Alone in the room, I looked at the diaper in my hand and sighed, looking up to the ceiling. "Am I really doing this?" A few days ago I would never put on a diaper by choice. Now? It was pretty much a necessity. I sighed and got to work. It couldn't be that hard, right? "Let's see... what do they usually do first... I guess I should lay down..." I lay down. Then, I remembered that I needed to grab the wipes. I got up and grabbed the wipes and lay back down on the bed. Then, I remembered the baby powder. I got up again and went back to the bed again. Finally, I was ready. I pulled open the tabs, embarrassed at how much noise they made. *Rrip* That first tape was so loud it made me wince, thinking that anyone in the house could probably hear it. But then, I remembered that it was no secret that I was in diapers. I thought about just how many people might have seen me get changed at the meeting last night. Probably too many. I sighed and took off the rest as quickly as possible. *Rrip* *Rrip* *Rrip* "Okay... That wasn't so hard... Now to wipe myself clean..." Wiping myself down was easy enough since I had no hair down there. I just wiped up my belly, legs, upper pelvis, my balls, my peepee, which dribbled unexpectedly as I cleaned it. "Geez, that's dangerous," I said to myself, having narrowly missed spraying the bed. "How do they manage it?" Not wanting a repeat of the time I sprayed Billy, especially not where I slept, I made sure to hunch over the open diaper when it was time to clean my backside. When I reached back there, my hand jostled the anal stretching plug and I shuddered and planted a hand to support myself as I felt the metal intruder pressing against my prostate. The dribble from my penis began to slow, dripping down in strands as precum began to leak from my dick. I'd have to be careful back there. Still, I was curious to explore the stretching device. I had never felt it with my own hands before. I steadied myself on one hand, reaching back with the other to feel just how big it really was. My eyes widened as I got to the center of the plug and felt just how wide it was. Did I really have all that in me? I suddenly lost my balance as I was hunched on a somewhat flexible mattress, and I fell back on my butt, steamrolling my prostate with my own body weight. I let out an involuntary moan as more precum squirted out of my pee pee, almost missing the padding entirely. It sounded something like, "Whoa... unhhh...." "You okay, baby boy?" called Tank through the closed door. "F-fine," I called out, still trying to see straight after that unexpected jolt of pleasure. It was time to stop playing around. I had a diaper to put on and a class to get to. I opened up the new diaper and laid it down on the bed, then quickly transferred my butt over to it and pulled the front up. "That's weird... where are the tapes?" It took me longer than I care to admit to realize that I had been trying to put it on backwards. Then I put on some powder, and tried taping up the tapes. It was messy, but it worked. However, the moment I stood up, the tapes began to come unstuck. Frustrated, I looked around for some tape. "Ugh... there's no tape! What the heck am I supposed to do with this thing? Why is it so hard?" I was practically in tears now, frustrated, and just done with the whole thing. I hung my head in defeat, knowing that even without the mitts, diapering myself was beyond my capability. I took a deep breath and choked back my frustration tears. "Tank," I called, finally, "I need your help..." Tank stepped in, clearly happy to be there to help, but when he saw how upset I was, his body language changed. He sat down on the bed next to me and gave me a hug. "It's okay, baby boy. You'll get the hang of it... It's not as easy as it looks, but you'll learn..." "I don't wanna learn," I said. I sounded immature like a cranky toddler but I didn't care. "I want you to do my diapers..." I froze for a second. Didn't I mean to say that I wanted big boy undies? No, I realized. I really do want Tank to diaper me... Tank chuckled to himself. "Alright, buddy. I'll help you as long as you want me to. On your back," he said, rolling his shoulders and cracking his knuckles, "and watch a master at work." One glance at the diaper I had grabbed and Tank deemed it a lost cause. "With all that powder on the taping panel it'll never stick. Don't worry, though. We'll just rip off the backing and use it as a stuffer." I couldn't help but giggle a bit at Tank's bravado as he fluffed a new diaper for me. "Never fear, Tank is here!" Like a knight in shining armor, Tank was coming to the rescue with a fresh diaper at the ready. I gasped, my heart quickening as he tenderly lowered the front of my now ruined diaper, wipe in hand. I didn't bother to tell him that I had already cleaned up. There was something so hot about knowing he was going to do it for me. He hesitated as he noticed my reaction. I must have been blushing ten shades of red, and I was practically shaking with anticipation as he reached down to wipe me clean. I had to stick my thumb in my mouth to calm down. That additional oral stimulation only got me more excited, and I couldn't help but smile around my thumb at all the good feelings that were happening as I sucked. "Aww... glad to see that you're, uh, enjoying yourself," Tank said, turning slightly red himself. My hairless little pee-pee, short though it was, was sticking straight out, just begging for the embrace of my comfortable padding. Slowly, Tank resumed cleaning around the base of my pee-pee, pausing again as I gave out a little moan and began to dribble pre. I clamped my mouth around my thumb and squeezed my eyes shut. Tank tried to comfort me. "It's okay, little man. This happens to little boys sometimes. It- oh, right... I guess you're not a little boy, are you? You're a big boy like me..." "I can be a little boy," I squeaked... "I mean... I, uh... you know... when it's just us..." Tank looked surprised, then smiled big. "I'm glad baby boy, that makes Daddy feel really good..." Tank's breathing was a little uneven now as well, but he managed to hide his excitement admirably well, except for one very big thing he couldn't hide. I glanced down to see that he was tenting his sweats, and what a tent it was! I looked away quickly, but not quickly enough to prevent him from noticing where my eyes had wandered. He didn't say anything at first, just finished his diapering while I tried my hardest not to cum right then and there from his touch and the excitement of being put in a diaper by another man. When he was done, he sat back and looked at me with a serious expression. "I think it's time we talked about the birds and the bees..." "Oh, god... Tank, I know about sex," I began, my cheeks burning. He held up a finger. "Ah, but I'll bet they didn't teach you about mixing sex and regression in grade school, did they?" I shook my head. "I guess not... is there some sort of difference?" "Oh, a big one," he said. "First off, not all regressed people have the mental capacity to consent. I know," he added, as I gave him a pointed look and crossed my arms. "I know, you're not one of those. You've still got your grown up brain, no matter how adorable you look on the outside." He chuckled. "Okay, so then that's that," I said. "I'm over 18 and I'm cognizant. End of discussion, right?" Tank looked at me, with a mild look of concern. "I want you to take this seriously, bud. There's gonna be a lot of guys interested in you at Friday's grand opening, and I want you to be prepared. Whatever you may think about Alpha Beta house, nonconsensual sex is a big nono with us. So if you do decide you want to do something with," he cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably, "someone... I just want you to understand what you're getting into." "Aww, geez, Tank!" I said, feeling that same awkward feeling I felt when my parents tried to give me this talk. "Can't you just, I dunno, give me some reading material or a video or something? "Well," he said, looking at his watch. "I guess we could play the Pamper Pals episode about consent while I wheel you off to class, though there may be some... erm... side effects..." A little late to be worrying about that, I thought, rolling my eyes. "Yes, fine, anything but this awkward conversation please." "Alright," he said, smirking and ruffling my hair and I got the distinct impression I had once again come off sounding like a pouting kid arguing with his dad. "And can I please wear some normal clothes today?" I added, hoping for the best. "I think that can be arranged," Tank said, walking over to the closet. In the end, Tank and I picked a pair of overalls and a red shirt with a firetruck on the front. Not exactly grown-up but certainly better than the Jon-Jon he had me in on Tuesday. "Can I have some grown-up food too?" I asked as he carried me down to the kitchen. "Don't push your luck, bud. Remember that you're still in the program, and it's not time for solid foods yet." "It was worth a try," I said, as he quickly made up a bottle of formula for me and handed it off. "Drink," he said, and I obeyed while he went about making sure we were all packed for class. I finished just as he was strapping me into the stroller. He took the bottle from me and handed me the VR headset in its stead. "Okay, buddy. Just sit back and watch the video. It'll be finished by the time we get to class." I slid the VR set over my head and I felt an anticipatory buzz as I saw the Fresh Start and C.A.B.S. logos on the screen. As stupid as it may sound, Pamper Pals was my new favorite TV show. Better than most of the stuff I was allowed to watch these days, that's for sure. The music started up, and a familiar chipmunk came out dressed in a bee costume, followed by his buddy Barry the Beaver, also wearing a bee costume. "Hey, everyone! I bet you're wondering why we're dressed as bees, huh?" "Yeah, Chester," said the beaver. "Why are we dressed as bees?" "I'll tell you why, Barry. It's because today we're gonna talk about the birds and the bees!" "Oh, are we learning how to fly today?" asked Barry, rubbing his chin. Chester laughed as did the audience and myself. "No, silly, we're going to learn about what the grown-ups call sex." "And what do we call it?" asked Barry. "Boinky boinky fun times?" I laughed again, along with the audience. The stroller was moving at this point. I could tell from all the jostling and the temperature of the air outside. I was too engrossed in the show at this point to care, however. I actually kind of liked the distraction. I didn't have to witness other people staring at me or worry about busting a nut every time my stretching plug was jostled by a bump in the road. Of course Dusty the donkey and Sammy the Skunk had to make an appearance on set as well wearing their flower costumes. "Awww... Why can't I be a bee," moaned Dusty. "Because you're a baby, and babies are never bees, Dusty," said Chester, with an air of authority. "If anything is gonna get penetrated, it's whatever you've got between your legs." "That's right," chimed in Barry, pulling down a diagram of a man in a rubber puppy outfit and pointing with his pointy stick. "Maybe it's the butthole, or maybe the vagina, or even a peehole." Here he pointed to the pup's penis, which was sticking straight up toward his belly button in the diagram. "It all depends on what the big baby wants. Remember, the word of the day is consent." "Con- what now?" asked Dusty. "I'm Con- fused." The crowd Awwwed at this, and I followed suit. "Don't worry," said Barry. "We'll break it down for you. Whether you want to do something that feels real good one-on-one with your caretaker, or you find yourself in the middle of a free-for-all orgy, nobody should do any sex-stuff without consent." "That's when you agree to do something with someone else, or you give them permission to do something to you," chimed Chester. "Ohhh, kinda like that contract we signed for C.A.B.S.," said Dusty. "Yeah, kinda," said Chester, tilting his head and rubbing his chin. "But... you don't have to actually sign an official contract to have sex." "I prefer to call it boinky boinky fun times," said Barry. "Fine," said Chester, rolling his eyes. "You can call it boinky boinky fun times if you want..." "I don't consent to that!" said Dusty. The audience laughed. What followed was a series of scenarios that a regressed person might find themselves in and how they might go about confirming or denying consent. "There goes Sammy rubbing his diapers again..." I looked over to see the cute skunk vigorously rubbing the front of his diapers, a big goofy grin on his face. Chester smiled and shook his head with his hands on his hips. He was obviously more amused than anything. "Does he need consent to do that?" asked Dusty, looking somewhat worried. "No," said Chester. "he's already given consent since he started it himself. But if you're ever unsure, it never hurts to check. Check this out... Hey Sammy!" Chester called over to the skunk, who looked vaguely in Chester's direction. "Are you enjoying yourself?" The skunk nodded vigorously, as he began to rub harder. "I wanna make stickies in my diapees!" Barry joined his companions watching the skunk. "Now, let's introduce Sammy to the magic wand - the right way," he said, holding up a large microphone looking thing. "Hey Sammy," they all called out at once. Once my Pamper Pals started giving examples, it all made a lot more sense to me and I felt like my friends had taught me a valuable lesson. Long story short, the episode boiled down to the fact that through body language, verbal agreement, and just checking in with a sex partner, it was possible to establish consent. It went over several phrases I could use if I ever did want to have sex. Phrases like, "Can I pweeze pway wif mr. Buzz Buzz?"; "I wanna make stickies in my diapees!"; and "More humpies, please!" Phrases I should use early and often whenever the need arose. That's about all I remember before the screen went swirly and I guess I nodded off after that. Babied by Billy Ch. 22 (2022).pdf

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Here we go! Next chapter for you to enjoy! Let me know what you think! I'm motivated by feedbaaaaaaack... Babied by Billy By Champ (Patreon.com/ChampTehOtter) Chapter 21: The Gloves Come Off While Tank and Shelly chatted, and Billy ran off somewhere with Carly, I was left in relative peace to sit on the conference table and swing my legs. "Hey, Jimmy!" came a female voice from behind me. "You did so good!" I turned around. It was Katie, classmate and babysitter from my Biology and Spanish classes. I blushed. "Oh, hi Katie. I didn't know you were watching that," I said, unable to look her in the eye. All I could think was how she just watched me pee all over the place as I got my diaper changed on camera. "Of course, I was watching, silly. I wouldn't miss the big meeting. After all, I am gonna be babysitting you." "You are?" I asked her. "When?" "Well, tonight, for starters. We're all gonna hang out and do study group at Carly's place." "I guess that counts," I said, fiddling with my mitts. "I don't really know what I could study, though..." "Well, you do have that big assignment for Spanish," she said, in an exaggerated manner. I scoffed. "Oh, you mean the cartoons I'm supposed to watch?" "Hey, Flora the Explorer is very educational. It's won awards and stuff," she said, with a smirk. "Uh huh," I said. "Well, I'm sure nobody here wants to watch that dumb baby show so I guess we'll have to tell the good professor to give me an F." "I'll watch it with you," said Katie. "We can make fun of how bad it is, or maybe it will be good! Have you ever watched it before?" "Well... no," I admitted, "but I'm sure it'll be boring as heck." "Oh? Just like that diaper pals show you seem to like so much you wear them on your pampers?" "Hey, that's a low blow," I said. "Yeah, she said, I'm sorry for hitting below the waist." She couldn't stop from laughing a little as she delivered the terrible joke, and I made sure to groan appropriately to let her know how bad it was. "Hey, what are you two up to over here?" asked Tank, coming up with a friendly grin. "It sounds like you two are having too much fun." I immediately clammed up and looked away, crossing my arms. "Oh, Jimmy and I were just... we were just..." Katie's laughter died down as she saw my change in demeanor. "Uh... talking about... homework? Jimmy, are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine," I said, quietly. "O-kay, well, anyway, we were talking about his homework from Spanish class. He's got to watch the whole first season of Flora the Explorer. Can you say 'diez fácil'? That's Spanish for Easy A!" "Well, that's cool. I was planning on joining you guys but I wanted to make sure if I was welcome first." "Oh, sure, I don't mind," said Katie. "You're more than welcome." "Well, I actually wanted to see if Jimmy minded..." Tank said softly, looking over in my direction. I still wouldn't look him in the eye, but I was listening. "I kind of... uh..." "Oh? Oh. I'll give you two some space." Katie backed off and pulled Carly aside just as she was coming back to join us. "Hey, kiddo, listen," Tank started, raising a hand but hesitating to place it on my shoulder. "Uh, can I...?" "Back off," Billy growled, coming up between me and Tank. "It's still my turn." "Whoa, dude," said Tank. "Chill out. I was just talking." "You've had enough time to talk with the baby. He's mine today." "Grow up, Billy," said Tank. "You don't own him." "No, I don't, but C.A.B.S. does, and..." Tank's eyes went wide with shock, and Billy looked like he had just said something he really shouldn't have said. "C.A.B.S. does not own people," Tank said, in a hushed voice. "That's..." "Oh come on," replied Billy, getting defensive. "You know what I meant... I... erm..." he coughed uncomfortably, realizing that this conversation was going nowhere good. "Whatever, man. Stop smothering him. Little Jimmy and I need our bonding time." I looked between Billy and Tank, hoping that this conversation would get them both a spanking. Tank and Billy looked like they were ready to slug each other, and I was here for it. Unfortunately, Carly and Katie came to the rescue. "Hey, let's go," said Carly. "Shelly needs to lock up." The lights flicked on and off and I saw that Shelly was at the doorway. Carly helped me down into my stroller and I got distracted by all the fuss as she strapped me in. When I looked up, Billy was calling after us to hurry up and Tank was nowhere in sight. After another blushy and bumpy ride through campus, where I nearly creamed my pampers several times due to the vibrations travelling up from the stroller through my stretching ring, we found ourselves in the lobby of the dorms. It was just me, Katie, Carly, Shelly, and Billy, and no Tank, which was good since I was still trying to break away from that intense co-dependence I'd fallen into. Shelly was back to her shift at the front desk, but luckily, she was able to join us because our study group was happening in the lobby. I say lucky because I really didn't trust Billy and the more people that were around, the safer I felt from his bullying. The lobby was empty, as usual, because who wants to hang out in the lobby unless they're waiting for someone or chatting with Shelly? It had comfortable couches, and even a TV, which Shelly was able to switch to NewFlix so Katie and I could watch the first season of Flora while the rest of them did some real studying. "Give it a chance," said Katie, setting her hand on my shoulder like a big sister would, and I nodded. "Okay," I said. As long as I was going to be little, I might as well try and make friends who wanted to hang out without actively trying to turn me into a baby. Katie was happy I was willing to give it a try, and she pulled me into her lap and held me while we watched the cartoons. To my surprise, it wasn't half bad. Her comments made me laugh, and the show itself was pretty entertaining. Pretty soon, we were responding to Flora's prompts in Spanish, and giggling. I didn't even pay much attention to the others in the room as I was so engrossed in the show. After about six episodes, Billy and Carly got up and stretched. Katie agreed this was a good stopping point. "We're gonna go upstairs and get ready for bed," said Billy, putting his arm around Carly, which immediately got under my skin. "Oh! Does that mean Carly is going to change your pull-ups?" I asked, in a fake-innocent voice. Billy's face went red. "Aww, that's so cute," said Shelley, who had apparently overheard me. "No, honey. Jimmy's a grown-up. He doesn't need pull-ups." "Yes, huh!" I said. "I saw the Director give him a whole pack. I'll bet he's super proud too. Why don't you show them off, Billy?" All eyes turned to Billy, who said nothing. He was staring daggers at me, and I decided to push him just a little bit further. "Hey, if you like 'em, maybe you'll end up back in diapers like me!" The girls laughed. "Baby billy does have a certain ring to it," said Katie, stifling a giggle. They were all having a good time at Billy's expense, but Billy was reaching his breaking point. "Now listen here, you little punk!" said Billy, grabbing my shirt. Almost immediately Katie and Carly grabbed his arms and pulled him away and Shelly jumped out of her seat. I acted more scared than I was - which was already pretty scared - and he was left looking like the asshole he was. "No, Billy," said Shelly. "Absolutely not! You cannot get physical with little ones when you're upset. Besides, Jimmy doesn't know any better. You should though." Shelly looked pissed, and I was glad that she wasn't giving his bullying behavior a pass like everyone else seemed to. Billy glared right back at her, obviously outraged that someone who wasn't even part of the program would lecture him. His dislike of Shelly was palpable to me, and I half-hoped he'd do something more to further alienate the people around him. Instead, he stomped off toward the exit. "Come on, Carly, let's get going." My three babysitters looked at each other. "I said we're going." "I don't know," said Shelly. "It seems like you're not ready to be a caretaker. Maybe you should just go away and think about it. Or am I gonna have to put in a phone call about this?" she asked, raising up her phone. "NO!" Billy said, panic rising in his voice. He took a few steps in from the door. "No, please don't do that. I'm sorry. It's been a really stressful week and I have all this pressure on me from school and sports and C.A.B.S. and Alpha Beta. I shouldn't have taken it out on my little buddy, and I promise it won't happen again." Shelly looked over to Carly who gave Shelly a nod. "See that it doesn't," she said, smoothing out her skirt and sitting back down. "You feel okay to go, Katie? Jimmy?" I nodded automatically, still under the effects of Billy's suggestion, and Katie seemed to accept Billy's apology. "Call us if there's any trouble," said Shelly, loud enough to let Billy know he was being watched. "I'll be fine," said Carly. At some point, optimism became naivety, and Carly had definitely crossed that line with Billy. As she strapped me into the stroller, I just hoped that my provocations didn't get her hurt. The walk back to Billy and David's house was tense. Everyone seemed a little frayed after the long day, and for once I was happy to have an early bedtime. "If you need to talk," began Carly. "Oh yeah, we'll talk. When we get back," said Billy. As soon as we got back, I was changed, fed my bottle and put to bed with my baby monitor set to broadcast. Carly insisted on staying in the room with me until it was time for me to sleep, and for them to have that 'talk'. I lay there in bed, legs kept apart by a triple thick diaper, thinking about everything that had happened over the past four days, and wondering if I could ever find my way back to normal. That's when I heard it - a moan coming from the monitor. My eyes went wide as I realized that the monitors had been switched. So that's what Billy meant by talk. Billy proceeded to have vocal, angry sex with my crush as I was forced to listen. I tried to turn the monitor off, open the door and throw it out into the hall, even cover my ears, but none of those things was really possible with my poofy mitts. Besides, I could hear them through the walls - Billy definitely wanted me to know what he was doing. I cried and hugged my pillow as the noises continued. As exhausted as I was, I couldn't sleep a wink. I'm ashamed to admit that it wasn't just for emotional reasons, either. The biggest reason I didn't fall asleep was I was too busy grinding my diaper against the pillow in my arms. As much as I hated Billy, his grunting sounds and the moaning of Carly were still sex, and I was understandably pent up after the constant edging I got from my diaper and plug. I felt so pathetic as I humped my little dick into that padding, unable to get enough stimulation through the multiple layers. Maybe the Director was right. Maybe part of me wanted or needed to be a big baby. But that wasn't possible, was it? I really didn't know anymore, and right then, it was easier to just stop thinking and follow what my body wanted to do. I was so engrossed in trying to get off, that I lost all track of time until I heard someone come into the room. I looked up to see Billy walking into the doorway and I froze right there mid hump, propped up on my arms, knees spread wide. “Aww is the baby cwying?" began Billy, only to stop dead in his tracks, totally shocked. "Wait… are.. were you humping your pillow?” I didn't know what to say. I just stared at him, like a deer in headlights and watched a slow grin spread across his face. He was gonna make fun of me. He was gonna call Carly in to see what the pathetic baby was doing while they were fucking. All these ideas ran through my head, but I still didn't move. Then, he began a slow clap. "Congratulations, diaper dweeb. You've graduated!" "Wha?" "You heard me. My work here is done. Let’s get those mitts off you.” "Mitts? What, really?" I said, blinking and sitting up. All my tiredness was suddenly gone. “Yeah, that’s right. No more mitts. No more restrictions on using your hands.” And sure enough, he came up to me and grabbed my hand as I flinched away. "Oh, quit being a baby," he said quickly undoing the straps. He pulled off the first mitt and held it up. "There, see? Now give me your other hand." I reluctantly held out my other mitt, which he proceeded to remove as well, giving off a chuckle at my stupefied expression. "I thought you'd be upset about Carly but all you care about is your diapers, isn't it? And that's just how it should be." I flapped my mouth as he leveled the accusation. "N-no. It's not like that, I just-" Billy shook his head and stuck out his hand, cutting me off mid sentence. "Whatever, dork. Your dumb diapers are next. Come on, give me your hand. Let's get those diapers- SLEEP!" The moment I reached up and his hand gripped mine, he barked out the order, and I went down like a sack of potatoes. I woke up the next morning, feeling like I had a great sleep. Then I remembered Billy putting me to sleep and I sat up with a start, feeling my body as if I wasn't sure it'd still be there. That was a relief. Everything seemed normal. And then I realized - I could feel my body! My mitts were still gone! That was amazing. I moved my hand lower to make sure my diaper was still there. "Oh thank god," I said. It was still there. I ran my hand against the front of the diaper and it felt as if an electric jolt ran through me. It was only one layer, and perfectly soggy so I could feel everything. It felt amazing. I blushed and listened for any noise in the house. All I could hear was my breath quickening and my heart thundering in my chest. I gave the front of my diaper another squeeze and sighed. Then another. Then a little rub. Pretty soon, I was frantically rubbing the front of my diapers toward another amazing orgasm. “Oh fuck yeah…. Fuck yeahhhh fuck yeahh…” I moaned. That's when I realized something was very wrong. Babied by Billy Ch. 21 (2021) (1).pdf

Oh, man! I've been so busy, I haven't even posted the next chapter up yet! Here ya go! Enjoy, and let me know how you like it! Room for Rent By Champ (Patreon.com/ChampTehOtter) Chapter 11: Cleanup on Aisle 9 Robbie's heart immediately leapt into his throat when he realized where Colt had taken him. It was the baby aisle! He was both elated and nervous as he saw the rows and rows of diapers, baby powders, creams, lotions, baby food, and baby accessories before him. He imagined Colt going down the aisle and picking out one thing after another - all for him - and tossing it all into the cart. His diaper grew tight at the thought of it and he began to shake in nervous anticipation. "Aww, look at you, you're shaking like a leaf!" said Colt, putting his hand on Robbie's shoulder to check in with him. "Are you excited, little guy? Scared?" "Boff," said Robbie looking up to Colt with big eyes, his thumb in his mouth and his teddy held tight. "Is dis weawwy happening?" "Yes," said Colt, smiling, "it's really happening. You're a baby, and this is going to be a regular part of our grocery run from now on." This surprised Robbie, and made him feel even more horny and nervous. Colt moved his warm hand up to Robby's cheek, and planted a big kiss on his forehead. "It's okay, sweetie. I got you. We'll take this one step at a time." Colt's voice was so reassuring. He always made Robbie feel safe, and he always assured Robbie that things would be alright. Up until now, Colt had kept that promise, and Robbie had no reason to doubt him. But of course Robbie knew that there would be no question in anyone's mind who Colt was shopping for in the baby aisle. Robbie looked back to the aisle. There was no one there, so it was safe... for now. "One step at a time, Dada..." echoed Robbie, softly. Colt smiled. Robbie was back to calling him Daddy instead of Colt. This made Colt very happy. It meant Robbie was settling into his little boy mindset away from home. Colt got hard in his shorts thinking of how he and Robbie would soon be past that big boy ego of his, so Robbie could stay his happy baby self anywhere and everywhere. His shorts got tighter and tighter as he pushed Robbie a little further down the aisle, a little further along toward complete babyhood. "Okay, baby boy, first stop num nums. Let's see here..." Robbie looked at the stacks and stacks of baby food jars and blushed. Of course he had been eating out of a high chair for weeks at this point, but he hadn't actually eaten out of a baby jar. Somehow, that idea just gave him butterflies in his tummy. "Well," said Colt, picking up a jar of puréed pears and studying it with a frown. "I heard that a lot of these have heavy metals in them. Not super healthy for my baby boy... I might have to get some recommendations from the staff," he said, looking over to Robbie. "Who do you think would know about baby stuff?" Robbie blushed harder and buried his face in his bear again. "Daddyyyyyy... Stop embarrassing me!" "What? I'm just shopping for my baby. There's nothing embarrassing about that. I just want to make sure his food is healthy and good for him like any good Dad would do. In fact, instead of fusses, I oughtta get a good Dad award, don't you think?" Robbie groaned. Colt was beginning to sound a little too much like a dad. Five minutes later they were still at an impasse as Colt studied the ingredients of each jar like he was trying to decipher latin, which he probably was. Eventually, a woman happened to enter the aisle and immediately went for a jar of organic baby food. Colt was in luck. "Um, excuse me ma'am? I was wondering if you know what foods would be safest for babies." "Oh, I know all about it," she said, looking their way as if she had been just waiting for someone to ask. Then, she did a double take. "You were saying?" asked Colt, leaning on the cart and smiling. "I hope you don't mind my asking. You just look like you knew what to go for there." The lady looked slightly confused, but her desire to give her authoritative advice won out in the end. "Ah, well... yes. Yes, I've done plenty of research, believe me, and I don't feed my little boy anything with rice in it. Or anything from a brand that begins with G for that matter. I stick with the safest options - veggies. The rest I make myself. This one looks big enough for solid foods," she said, raising an eyebrow as she looked Robbie up and down, "but if you want to feed him baby food from the jar, avoid rice and carrots, stick with peas, sweet potatoes, and squash. They're the safest." Robbie was as red as a beet by this point, stuck in the baby seat while the grown-ups talked about his new diet. "Thanks," said Colt, looking back at Robbie with an I told you so expression on his face. Robbie was looking extra adorable as he tried to hide behind his little Teddy. "Uh oh, looks like someone's getting a little blushy." "Well, I'm glad I could help, dear," said the woman. "Oh, by the way," she added, "you might want to use the family restroom soon. Looks like your, erm, baby needs changing." Colt looked down to Robbie's shorts, and his eyebrows went up as he noticed how much his little guy's shorts were bulging out compared to earlier. "Oh. Uh, thank you!" he called after her as she walked off. Colt then grinned and reached right up the leg of Robbie's shorts, poking his finger inside the leak guards of Robbie's diaper and brushing Robbie's pee-pee in the process. "Hnnf!" Robbie said, biting his lip and resisting his urge to moan out loud. "Shh, calm down baby boy. I'm just checking. You're wet, all right, but I think it'll hold. We can get you changed after we finish our trip through the baby aisle." Colt gave Robbie a couple pats on his padded crotch, leaving Robbie at a loss for words. How was it that his diaper had gotten so wet without him - or Colt - noticing? Was he really losing control beyond just bedwetting? Would he really need diapers for good? Why was that idea turning him on even more? This was the baby aisle. They were really shopping for him. And while they were there, he had even wet his diapers without knowing, just like a baby. Now that it was just them again, Robbie could fully appreciate just how awesome it was to be here shopping with Daddy, though he made a face when Colt loaded up the cart with mashed peas, squash, string beans, and sweet potato puree. "I told you I'd be feeding you more veggies," said Colt. Robbie stuck out his tongue. Some parts of being a baby weren't all they were cracked up to be. Luckily, the good far outweighed the bad, and Robbie and Colt moved onto things they could both be excited about. "Do you like this brand of baby powder?" asked Colt, holding up a bottle to Robbie so he could see. Robbie nodded, then blushed as Colt added, "Oh wait. Why am I asking a baby? I should probably just be picking those things myself, huh?" Robbie was now tenting in his diaper very hard, and with the strap holding his diaper tight against his crotch, it was getting quite uncomfortable. "Uh oh, is the strap too tight, buddy?" asked Colt. Robbie sighed at the relief as Colt loosened the strap between his legs. "I didn't realize you were gonna be such a super soaker, kiddo. Guess I need to make sure I give you more space down there from now on." Those words made Robbie even more flustered and turned on, and his little pee-pee grew to take up all the space Colt had just freed up. It felt so good nestled in the warm and squishy padding. "Oh my, this baby is very squirmy now. I wonder what could have gotten him so excited?" Colt was wearing a naughty grin. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he gave Robbie another deliberately intimate diaper check through the leg of his shorts, allowing his finger to tickle Robbie's pee-pee again before stopping and continuing down the aisle. Every time they stopped, Colt would pick something up, deliberate if it was right for his baby boy, then put it in the cart and do another diaper check. He went down the whole aisle this way. "Aww! Look at these cute paci clips! What do you think, baby boy? Monkeys or dinos?" Robbie pointed to the dinos. "Dinos? Oh, that's a great choice, baby boy. Do you know what sound dinos make?" "Rawr," said Robbie, holding up his hands like claws and Colt had to get a picture. "Come on, baby, do that again. Now, now, don't be shy. I just want to be able to look at my baby boy being a cutie whenever I need a mood boost. Aww, there we go." Colt snapped the picture and looked down at it for a second, whispering, "So stinkin' cute," before looking up and ruffling Robbie's hair. Robbie found himself smiling. He was learning that he enjoyed being fussed over, at least if the fusser was his Daddy. When they got to the diapers, Colt made a point of stopping by the training pants first. "Well, I guess you won't be needing any of these anymore, unless they're stuffing a real diaper." Robbie's eyebrows went up at the reminder that not long ago he had been in pull-ups. Seeing Robbie's reaction, Colt continued. "That's right. Little Robbie just isn't ready for big kid pants, and that's okay by me. I think he's much cuter in his baby pants anyway." He grinned and ruffled Robbie's hair. Robbie felt a mix of emotions from pride to embarrassment, to sheer horniness. This feeling was growing in Robbie's tummy, and Robbie wasn't sure if he liked it or disliked it. Colt wheeled the cart further down the aisle, becoming bolder by the minute now that Robbie was showing more comfortability with being himself in public. This was really new territory for the both of them - both in terms of literal location, making their dynamic public, and behavior. It was a volatile mix, as Colt knew, but it was easy to forget that on such an exciting day, in such an exciting place as the baby aisle. "Well, look at that," said Colt, once they arrived at the baby diapers. "Size 14. Well, I'll be darned." Robbie's eyebrows flew up once more. "Wha? Lemme see!" He'd never heard of baby diapers that big, but there they were. Colt pointed to the size and weight chart and sure enough, it was just right for Robbie. Little did he know these products were becoming more commonplace as regression programs like the one Brandon signed up for began to gain momentum, adopting out more and more reformed babies to happy homes. "Let's see, is my baby more of a Blarney baby, or a Muppet Avenue baby? Or maybe this new brand, baby bears?" Robbie's jitters had returned full force. He felt so keyed up and horny looking at all these diapers and imagining them on him that he felt as if a stiff breeze could set his little pecker off. "I-I-I-I... unff... g-g-g-guess....." Before he could finish his thought, Colt reached into the emergency bag and grabbed Robbie's pacifier. "There, there, baby. It's okay. No more big boy words for now, alright? Just suck on this for a while til you calm down and let Daddy do all the thinking." Robbie blushed and nodded, giving his teddy a hug when Colt shook it to remind him it was there. Robbie might have worried that other people would notice the paci in his mouth and tease him, but by this time, it was too late. With a cart full of baby goods and Robbie in the seat, there was no hiding who the baby was. He was just grateful that he had his soother to suck on. Despite everything, it really seemed to help. Colt did the rest. "Look at me, baby boy. Just focus on Daddy. That's it. Let me see that cute little smile. Yeah? A cute little smile from a little cutie? Awww, thaaat's it. There we go! That's my good boy!" Once Robbie seemed to settle down a bit, Colt turned his attention back to the diapers. "Now where were we? Oh yes, deciding which diapers are the best ones for my little boy. Hmm, I just can't decide. I guess we're just going to have to try all three." And just like that, three packages of diapers made their way into the cart. Robbie turned around and there they were, three shiny plastic packages of baby diapers sitting in the cart where anyone could see them. Robbie's heart was beating hard again and there went his pee-pee, threatening to squirt stickies at the slightest provocation. One more diaper check would do it, and he both anticipated and dreaded what would happen if Colt checked him right then and there. Robbie was so distracted with his fantasies as they exited the diaper aisle that he was totally blindsided by what they saw on the other end. It was a group of Robbie's former co-workers, all excited to talk to him and Colt. Of course, they had spotted the pair cavorting in the diaper aisle but waited respectfully for them to finish. It was clear as day that the boys were having a moment, and luckily Chloe had been there to spell it out for the less perceptive ones. Besides, the Yourtube video of Brandon seemed to be plenty enough to captivate their attention. After all the abuse they had suffered at his hands, watching their former manager hump this big teddy bear in nothing but a baby diaper for all the world to see had them in stitches. Everytime they finished it another person would chime in, saying "Play the video again," until finally, she pulled up Brandon's Yourtube playlist. "Here, why don't we see what else he's been up to?" "You mean there's more of this stuff?" asked an incredulous co-worker. "Hours of it," said Chloe, sounding like she'd known all about it for weeks instead of mere minutes. While the staff of SuperDuper Mart gawked at their manager's fate, Robbie had been dealing with a distraction of his own. He had been constantly cycling from excitement, looking back to check that the diapers were really there, to nervousness, thinking of how everyone else would see them there as well. When he and Colt left the baby aisle and suddenly found themselves swamped by Robbie's old co-workers, Robbie almost crapped his crinkly pants. However, it was Colt who got the lion's share of attention. The co-workers knew by now what he had done and they all had something to say about it. "Oh my gosh. You're the guy! You really got rid of the Asshole!" "You're a legend, bro!" "Yo, what's up lil' dude?" said Jerry, one of Robbie's quieter coworkers who always wore a beanie to keep his dreads out of the way. He had strolled around to the other side of the cart and smiled, leaning forward and holding up a fist to Robbie. Robbie hesitated for a moment, not sure of whether to hide his bear or hide behind his bear, but finally he made a fist of his own and bumped it. Jerry had always been really nice to him. He had dreads and a chill vibe about him that just said everything was going to be alright. "So this is you, huh?" Robbie blushed and nodded. "That's cool, man. I wish I could be that confident." Jerry calling him cool? Now that was surprising. "Yeah, I'm with you," said Jerry, eyeing Robbie's pacifier. "I don't always need to talk. Sometimes, it's nice to just be quiet for a while." Robbie looked over to Colt, who was holding the attention of the other employees and keeping it off himself. He was happy to let Colt do all the talking. He felt so naked like this, even though he was fully clothed. Then he felt something else. A wet spot on his leg. His eyes went wide and his stomach sank. He tried to get Colt's attention, but Colt was distracted by the deluge of questions from the SuperDuper Market employees. "Yeah, that's right, he's in the reform program for good. No, he won't ever be growing up again, unless his Daddy wants to see him behind prison bars instead of crib bars. No, I can't send them after your ex, but wouldn't that be something?" "What's wrong, dude?" asked Jerry. "Whoa!" Jerry jumped back as he felt a little wetness splash on his feet. "Uh oh..." "Haha. Yes," said Colt, "the little dude is doing just fine. As you can see he's very happy now, and adorable as ever." "Uh... Colt?" Chloe said, looking over toward Jerry, who was waving his arms at them. "I think your little man needs some attention..." Robbie's face was contorted as he pushed down on his crotch, and he had a pained look on his face. “Robbie? Robbie, what’s wrong?” said Colt, standing up and suddenly looking concerned. Robbie began to cry out loud, his pacifier falling out of his mouth and hitting the floor. Colt rushed over to him and crouched slightly so they were eye level as he put his hands on the boy’s shoulders. “Shhhh, shhh, little dude. What happened? Why are you crying?” Colt looked around to see who was responsible for making his little boy cry again. Then, he heard it. Colt's eyes went wide as he became aware of the sound of water hitting the floor. Drip. Drip. Splash. Robbie was full-on leaking! “I had an accident!” cried Rob, heedless of who heard him. He was completely humiliated, and for this to happen in front of all his co-workers, that was the worst thing that could possibly happen. Not even Colt could console him. "Hey, shh, shh, shhh, It's okay, It's- h-hey, can anyone tell me where the family bathroom is?" A number of fingers pointed Colt in the right direction. "Hold on, baby boy," he said, before taking off as quickly as he could with Robbie in his arms. He made it about ten steps before doing an immediate one-eighty to grab Robbie's emergency bag and one of the new diapers and running off again as fast as he could. "I'll watch the cart," yelled Chloe as Colt went barrelling through the meat section like a chicken with his head cut off. She shook her head. "That boy's a mess..." "Which one?" asked Jerry, leaning on the cart again. "Right now, both of them," said Chloe. "Can somebody grab the mop?" ***** Colt barged into the family restroom on a mission. No sooner had he locked the door than he had his bawling baby boy on his back on the changing station, shorts off, diaper open with wipes at the ready. Colt did his best to calm his baby boy down as he wiped Robbie's crotch and legs clean of pee. Robbie was still crying his head off, and nothing seemed to be able to console him. Colt taped up the fresh diaper with Sugar Monster's smiling face on the front and gave his boy lots of kisses and a big hug and only then did Robbie begin to quiet down a bit. "I'm sooo sooo sorry, baby boy," said Colt, feeling absolutely awful. He was nearly in tears himself. "I don't know what happened back there. I-I just got... distracted, and..." And I completely failed at doing my job of looking after and protecting my little one, said Colt's inner voice of doubt. His stomach lurched. There were so many words that Colt wanted to say and they wanted to rush out of him all at once. "I didn't mean to make you feel ashamed of being little or needing diapers or... or having a Daddy or... or being yourself. I was being selfish, Robbie. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so, so, so, sorry..." Robbie had halted his crying mid-sob, his mouth open in shock as he watched this rock of a man he called his Daddy breaking down in front of him. "D-daddy? Daddy?!" Now it was Robbie's turn to be alarmed as he saw his Daddy cry for the first time ever. Robbie suddenly forgot his own tears and embarrassment and got up to try to pull his Daddy's hands down from his red tear-stained face and look him in the eyes. "Are you okay, Daddy?" Robbie asked, softly. He had never seen Colt like this before. Never seen him with anything but a confident smile, a sympathetic look of condolence, or that fierce glare he got when protecting his baby boy. "I'm sorry, Robbie. I screwed up. I'm not fit to be your Daddy. I have no right calling Brandon the asshole when I humiliated you and made you cry in front of everyone. I should be the one getting sent to... to..." "NO!" yelled Robbie, and Colt froze, shocked to hear such a forceful word come out of his gentle baby boy's mouth. "Don't you dare finish that sentence, Daddy. You're nothing like Brandon. And you're not going anywhere. Promise me." Colt gulped back his tears as he looked down into Robbie's stern face. "I-I... I promise, Robbie. Oh baby boy, of course I wouldn't leave you. I m-mean, if you would have me- Oof!" Colt wheezed as Robbie threw him into a fierce hug. Daddy didn't know his little Robbie had the strength in him to do that, and he was totally thrown off guard by Robbie's fiercely passionate reaction. "B-b-but I hurt you, baby boy... How could you forgive me? I'm such a-" "Stop it right now, Daddy. You're the nicest Daddy in the world who loves me for who I am, and protects me when I need protecting and helps me when I need help. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me..." "Robbie..." Colt was about to disagree that he was all that but stopped and took a deep breath. "I hope I can live up to that..." "You are," Robbie said, smiling confidently. "...So you forgive me?" Asked Colt with a guilty look. "How could I not?" asked Robbie, picking up Colt's hand in two of his own. "After how nice you've been to me all this time? I know you didn't mean to do it. And anyone who would cry over me like that has to really care about my feelings..." "I do," said Colt. "More than anything." They hugged a while, Colt holding Robbie against his warm body. Finally, Colt spoke up. "Thank you, baby boy." "Thank you, Daddy ...And if I ever hear you finish that sentence 'I'm such a' with anything but the words great Daddy, sweetheart, or cutie pie, you'll be sore for a week." Colt, chuckled softly, wiping his face dry. "You learned that from me, huh? Like Daddy, like baby." "That's right," said Robbie, making a stern face. "And don't think I won't spank you if you step out of line again." "Oh... Robbie," said Colt, "You're such a cutie pie..." The two of them laughed. And Colt gave Robbie a big hug cheek to cheek. "You know, your shorts are totally soaked. You won't be able to wear them out like that... Hey, you gonna be ok?" Robbie’s Face went white when he realized he'd have to go out in just his diaper and shirt, but he gulped and nodded because he didn’t want Colt to worry any more. “Yes, Daddy,” he squeaked. “Aww, c’mere little guy, '' said Colt, picking up Jimmy and giving him lots of kisses till he giggled and smiled. “We’re past the worst possible thing, right?” asked Robbie. "Yes, but don't tempt fate by saying it out loud," said Colt. "Um... Before we go out, I think you should check your shirt." "Huh? Wha- oh. Well, looks like your shorts aren't the only thing that got soaked." "Sorry," said Robbie, looking abashed. "Guess I really am a super soaker." "Now what did I say about saying sorry?" asked Colt, stripping off his shirt and stuffing it in the emergency bag with Robbie's shorts. Colt blushed as he looked down at himself. Robbie was't the only one that was going to feel naked when they went out. "Uh.. what were we talking about again?" asked Robbie, distracted by his shirtless hottie of a Daddy. "Well, we gotta go out sooner or later," said Colt, taking a deep breath. "Here goes nothin'." ***** Going out with Colt also half naked and self-conscious made Robbie feel better about being pantsless. "Between the two of us, we're completely clothed," he said, patting his Daddy's chest as they made their way back to the cart. The rest of the employees had long since dispersed so it was just Chloe standing there scrolling through Yourtube. "Thanks for watching the cart. We're good to go." said Colt, as he reached the cart with Robbie. "Took you long enough," said Chloe, still looking at her phone. "What did you fall in- oh lord, he's naked." She covered her eyes, and then opened her fingers to get a second look. "Good god, man, do you have a license for those guns?" Colt chuckled nervously, blushing and crossing his arms over his chest. "I- I mean, I work out. I don't usually take my shirt off at the grocery store, though..." "It's fine..." said Chloe. "I mean really fine. Come one, let me find an open register and ring you up before anything else happens." "Thanks." Chloe rang them through right away, and even gave them the employee discount on groceries. "You earned it, big Daddy," said Chloe, "and as for Robbie... he's family." Rob and Colt looked at each other and smiled, both feeling really happy to hear such praise. "But I did have a question... are you two... boyfriends, or..." "He's my Daddy! And he's the best Daddy in the world," said Robbie, proudly. He looked up at Colt who was positively beaming. "That's right," he said, ruffling Robbie's hair. "Cool, cool." said Chloe. "So you two haven't... you know..." "Not in front of the baby," said Colt, covering Robbie's ears. "But hopefully eventually, when he's ready. If he wants to." Then he took his hands off Robbie's ears and Robbie looked up at the two of them. "What? What did he say? What did I miss?" "Nothing, just grown up stuff," said Colt, with a smirk, and Robbie was back to blushing, crossing his arms with a huff. "You too are so cute," said Chloe. "And good luck," she said to Colt, with a wink. And just like that, the shopping trip was complete, and the two of them waved goodbye to Chloe and headed back to the car. **** Back at the house Colt brought in the groceries and he made Robbie help. "You're not going to get a nap until we get all of this food put away, and then decide where to put your baby stuff." "Aww, do I hafta?" asked Robbie. "Yes, you hafta," said Colt. Robbie blushed as Colt made him pick out a place to put all his baby food, and then they went upstairs, found a place for all his baby things, and stacked all his diapers. The diaper stacking was perhaps the most blush-worthy for Robbie. Thinking about all those diapers that he would be wearing as he stacked them, one after another. It reminded him of those worry beads some old ladies counted at church, only he was meditating on his diapers. "Thanks for calling me Daddy in front of Chloe," said Colt, as he helped Robbie into his crib for his nap. "You didn't have to do that." "It's okay, Daddy," said Robbie. "I think... if you're brave enough to be my Daddy all the time, then I can be just as brave. As long as we're together." Colt smiled. "That's good, baby boy. Now go on and get some sleep. Oh, and here's Mr. Buzz Buzz. I heard Mr. Sugar Monster and Mr. Buzz Buzz are good friends, so you should let them play a bit before you go to sleep." "Okay Daddy," said Robbie, blushing fiercely. "And you have fun with Mister Snakey." Colt blushed and instinctively pressed his crotch closer to the crib where he could be sure it was hidden. "W-what?" "It looks like you have a big snake in your shorts when you get excited," giggled Robbie. "So I call it Mr. Snakey." "Okay, baby boy," said Colt, with a chuckle. "Well, we're- I mean, I'm just gonna, you know. Work out. Sleep tight." "Have fun working out Mr. Snakey," called Robbie, giggling. He felt a lot more confident after seeing Daddy break down like that at the store. He realized that Daddy was human too and needed reassurance and care just like Robbie. Robbie felt a new determination that he hadn't felt before. That he would try to be brave and supportive like Daddy was. He nodded, as he turned on the buzzer. It was time for Mr. Sugar Monster to say hi to Mr. Buzzy." Meanwhile, Colt's hand was saying hi to Mr. Snakey. He had immediately run to his room and stripped, sniffing Robbies piss-soaked shorts as he replayed that day's shopping trip over and over in his head. The cart. The diaper aisle. Robbie's cute new diapers. The wonderful things that Robbie said. Robbie calling him Daddy in front of someone else. He couldn't decide which one turned him on the most, but he flew through multiple orgasms trying his best to figure it out. In the end, he decided that he liked all of it as he lay there on his bed, spent, letting the cum dry on his belly as he fell into a nice deep sleep and took a much needed Daddy nap. Room for Rent Ch. 11 (2021).pdf

Hey, everyone! I just wanted to post up the latest chapter of this story here! I'm about to start working on the next one. Heaven help me, I have no free time at all with my work starting up, but I'm trying. Enjoy! Room for Rent By Champ (Patreon.com/ChampTehOtter) Chapter 10: Robbie's Outing While Robbie and Colt had been taking their first baby steps into their new roles as baby and Daddy, Robbie's abusive manager, Brandon, was cast headlong into the deep end of adult-babyhood. From the moment the C.A.B.S. tactical team ripped him from his computer chair at home, he was denied any hint of adult autonomy.The team wasted no time gagging, restraining, and strapping him down to the gurney, cutting off all his clothes before he was even out the front door. Every inch of Brandon's body was exposed and bright red in embarrassment as he was wheeled out buck naked in full view of anyone who happened to be outside that evening, his cock still flopping in the wind and dribbling pre from his masturbatory adventures which the team so rudely interrupted. "Target acquired and restrained," a team member called into his headset while looking down at the angry, embarrassed, and helpless Brandon. Brandon had so many questions but couldn't ask any of them with his mouth stuffed full. They had stuffed his mouth with some sort of rubber bulb that pressed his tongue firmly down rendering him unintelligible. Even if the famously dickish ex-manager could make himself understood, the team showed no interest in addressing him to answer those questions anyway. Brandon was only just figuring out that the object in his mouth was a giant pacifier when a catheter was unceremoniously shoved right up his cock. His thought process went something like "What the fu- HOLY SHIIIIIIIT!!!!" His captors had left him completely incapacitated and incontinent before the van doors had even closed and Brandon had the distinct displeasure of watching in wide-eyed horror as a fountain of pee sprayed out the open end of the catheter while he frantically tugged at the unyielding restraints that held his arms and legs out of the way. One of the team members took the shredded remnants of Brandon's clothes and placed them between his legs to soak up the pee while another readied a fresh, thick diaper to contain any further leaks. The experience was both humiliating and painful as Brandon found himself unable to stop himself from peeing or from being diapered like an overgrown infant. He could feel the papery padding caressing the inside of his thighs and closing around the other side as the garment was deftly taped up on either side by two elite team members with plenty of diapering experience under their belts. The diaper that was taped securely around his waist was so thick that he couldn't hope to close his legs even without the restraints. And the worst part of it all was his sensitive and unsatisfied penis was still trying to get hard in its padded prison. The initial shock of the catheter's entry soon gave way to pleasure on the long bumpy ride as he began to experience bladder spasms which felt like mini orgasms at the top of his urethra each time he spurted piss into his thirsty diaper. He moaned into his gag as the thick folds of the diaper caressed his cock and grew increasingly wet and warm. "Heh, hey look! The baby looks like he's gonna cream his pampers," said a man wearing a rather advanced looking heads up display. "I'm not surprised," said a serious-faced woman in a tactical vest. "Based on the juvenile shows he was yanking his crank to. I bet he's just loving this." This was so humiliating. He wouldn't, no, he couldn't allow himself to cum into these diapers in front of these losers. Brandon wanted to scream. To tell them off. To ask them if they knew whose son they were messing with, but he could do none of these things. Even when he was released and ungagged at the C.A.B.S. research and regression facility, his words fell on deaf ears. He was simply reminded by a bored looking nurse that he'd signed away his rights to enter the program and avoid prison time. He had to wonder - was this worse than jail? There was no sugar coating it when he got through intake. Colt had made sure of that. Brandon was brought in, shaved, re-diapered, and told in no uncertain terms that he was a baby now and forever with a firm squeeze to the front of his diaper bulge. Moments later, he came in his diaper. Hard. There was no hiding the humiliating way he came either, jerking spasmodically, his pale flabby thighs trembling as he uncontrollably filled his diapers with yet another warm liquid. Plenty of comments from the attending staff about how much the baby liked his diapers followed, much to the Cocky former manager's embarrassment and shame. Before being strapped into his crib for the night, Brandon was hooked up to a feeder gag with lots of liquids so the little baby wouldn't be thirsty in the night. “Nighty night lil guy!” said the evening intake officer who oversaw criminal admissions, and Brandon was left there to ponder his future as he lay there in the crib and gulped the mysterious milky liquid down. He swore he'd get even with these nincompoops. His father would have their heads once he heard of this. He was certain. At least... pretty certain. He sucked on the pacifier gag instinctively as he began to feel a growing insecurity in the pit of his stomach. He wasn't actually in trouble... was he? The next day, Brandon was woken bright and early to his new reality of diapers and baby treatment. He had an early morning appointment with the good doctor Windellmann, who got right to work on him and he is poked, prodded, and stretched. "Zis is going to be perfect for you, you naughty little boy. I heard how much you like your diapers - you wouldn't believe how many bullies end up in my office only to find out that diapers are just what they need to adjust their attitude." Brandon's eyes went wide. So the staff knew what he had done. The doctor recognized the look in Brandon's eyes and smiled warmly as he finished pumping up the catheter and snapped off his gloves. "Oh, don't worry, baby boy. You'll get to be a big baby all the time now. Your Uncle Vindy has fixed you up so you'll never have control over your bladder or bowels again!" Brandon dreaded the prognosis. It couldn't be true! The doctor was lying. He had to be. Brandon didn't have long to wallow in self-pity because he was thrown right into daycare where he was forced to play baby with a bunch of diaper-wearing losers who he couldn't even bully without getting sent to the quiet corner. The daycare workers may have been nice enough but they reported any misbehavior to the higher ups and his first day ended in a butt-blistering spanking. By the end of the spanking, Brandon had soaked himself and even crapped his pampers. Then, he was changed into an extra thick cloth diaper and straight jacket and forced to watch brainwashing vr the rest of the night. Brandon thought the stupid diapered characters looked so dumb at first, and sneered at their stupid message about being a good little one, but pretty soon he was zonked out and drooling in his crib as the brainwashing began to take place. Brandon wasn't even let out for dinner. He was just hooked up to a feeder gag and fed lots of yummy formula laced with laxatives and diuretics, followed by plenty of bulk fiber to keep his system moving. What's more, he was numbed back there so he didn't even know when he was going. The next day, he was much more well behaved, at least until lunch, when he knocked a kid down and took his chocolate milk, earning him another night of swirly baby shows in the naughty jacket. Colt watched every night as Brandon was gradually trained to love the feeling of thick padding between his legs, and to hump his diapers helplessly, making a fool of himself the way he tried to make fools of others. It would be sweet to see his face when he learned it was all being posted up on YourTube, where everyone could have a good laugh at the big pathetic baby, just like Brandon had done to Robbie and who knows how many others. Colt had an instant erection the first day Brandon began his shameless humping habit. He came while watching Brandon tense up and groan as his pale, hairy, flabby body hunched over the oversized teddy bear in his nursery. Brandon came soon after and the video ended with him slumped over the big brown bear, spent, sweaty, and drooling. It was Colt's pleasure to press the publish button that day and look at all the people commenting on how the big baby seemed to really love his ultra thick baby diaper, laughing at how shamelessly he humped as the anal stretching ring in his butt made him fart loudly the whole time from all the air getting forced up there with his pathetic humping motions. Hump hump *FART*!!! Hump hump *BRAAAP*!!! Brandon didn't even realize that he was only cementing his permanent baby status as he humped away, the happy "Diaper Pals" songs playing in the background, teaching him to associate all those babyish things with pleasure. Colt imagined Brandon's former victims teasing him as he was wheeled around the grocery store in an oversized baby stroller. No longer a boss, but a whimpering, whining, powerless baby to be coddled and babysat by all the people he used to look down on. Yes, Colt would have a fun time making sure that Big Baby Brandon became a good little boy, never again to torment others or abuse his power. But Colt only had so much time to think on such an undeserving subject. After all, as scary as he could be to those who would harm his loved ones, he had much more positive subjects to think about. First and foremost Robbie, and how the sweet little guy would soon complete his journey of self-acceptance by coming out to everyone as the baby he was. Colt knew that Robbie was almost there, and his heart swelled with happiness and pride as the day of Robbie's first outing dawned. He just knew that it would be a memorable day for the both of them, and his cock throbbed as he thought of all the possibilities. "Better take care of this before I wake the baby," he said to himself, pulling down his gym shorts with a naughty grin. Colt grabbed his dripping cock and got to work. ***** "Okay, little man," said Colt as he strolled into the oversized Nursery. "It's time to rise and shine. Today is your big day!" Robbie rubbed the sleep from his eyes, nukking his pacifier as he was lifted out of his crib and carried over to the big colorful changing table. He was used to this routine by now and barely even made a noise as Colt laid him out for his change. He was too absorbed in cuddling his favorite bear to pay attention to all those good feelings happening down below his waist. That is, until Colt had a naughty idea and started snoofing at the leg holes of Robbie's diapers. This caused Robbie to giggle and blush at the naughty and ticklish feelings it gave him. "*Snoof snoof snoof* I smell baby boy peepee! *Snoof snoof* Yes I doooo! *Snoof snoof snoof* Pee-pee and powder! *Snooooof* The best smell in the woooorld!" Robbie giggled uncontrollably. "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Daddy! Heehee, that's so blushyyyyy!" "I don't hear you saying stop, little guy," said Colt, coming up for air and sliding his finger into the leg hole to tickle Robbie's pee-pee. Robbie gasped and blushed even harder. "Oh, does little one like that? Use your words. Does it feel good when Daddy snoofles your bum and tickles your pee-pee?" Robbie's response was muffled by his teddy as he buried his reddened face deep in the soft plush. Colt pulled his hand free and lowered Robbie's bear enough so they could look each other in the eyes. "I can't hear you in there, silly! Is everything alright there, sweetheart? The Daddy monster is hungy and the only thing that'll keep him from gobbling up the nearest little boy is for Robbie to tell Daddy just what he wants..." Robbie shook his head and grinned. "No?" gasped Colt in mock surprise. "You don't want to tell Daddy anything?" Robbie shook his head again and giggled and wiggled his bum. Colt could barely keep from melting right then and there, but he held it together and gave his boy a naughty grin. "Okay, then. Daddy's gonna... hafta... GOBBLE YOU UP!!!" Colt then attacked Robbie's tummy with gobbles making his little roomie squeal and giggle in delight. "I wike da snoofs! I wike da snoofs!! And da pee-pee tickows! Pweeze give me mow, Daddy," said Robbie, finally, hoping to get more of that wonderful attention around his diaper region. Colt was happy to oblige and soon the giggles were replaced by moans as Colt got more and more excited burying his face in the fluffy soggy padding of his little man and tickling his tiny pecker. "Mmm... does Robbie want more of... this?" "Unh... y-yes Daddy!" Robbie was feeling very overstimulated and thanks to Colt's blushy questions, he knew exactly how to make his boy feel good. It wasn't long before Colt's special attentions had him squirting in his pamps. What a way to wake up! Colt smiled proudly as he took the diaper off the young man he now called his and wiped him down. He had been gradually introducing more naughty things into their dynamic, always being careful to get consent from his little guy. No, not in an explicit way that involved busting out his lawyer-speak and a lengthy contract; the way he did it felt natural. Simple phrases were all he needed. Phrases like: "Does that feel good?"; "Do you like this?"; "Does Robbie want..."; or his favorite, "How does that feel, baby boy? Use your words." Robbie could answer those questions and have some control while still feeling cared for and feeling guided, and his responses told Colt all he needed to know to make sure he was making his little boy feel as good as he felt when they played. It worked amazingly well, and Colt was hopeful that they would get to have more intimate naughty fun soon now that Robbie was settling into his new role as the baby of the house, but that would be up to Robbie. For now, Colt had other plans for this day. Colt finished taping up Robbie's new diaper and kissed his tummy, calling him a good boy for using his diapers so well and showing how much he enjoyed them. "Are you ready for your big day, little guy?" asked Colt as he sat Robbie up. Robbie sat with his hands gripping the edge of the changing table and his legs dangling and swinging as he watched Colt pick out his shirt for the day. "What do you mean my big day, Daddy?" he asked, cocking his head. "Am I gonna be big today?" "Haha, not a chance, bud. Today's your big day out, remember? We're going grocery shopping!" "Oh yeah, that. I guess that's fine. Does it really have to be at my old place of work, though?" "Of course it does, silly. You know how much all your co-workers must miss you and I'm sure they wanna see how cute you are as a little baby boy!" Robbie's heart dropped into his stomach as he imagined himself being carried through the grocery store like a baby. "D-daddy, no! You're not seriously going to make me go to the store dressed like a baby, are you?" "Little boy," said Colt, laughing and ruffling the young man's hair. "You are a baby. You're my baby, or did you forget? Arms up." Robbie obediently lifted his arms and Colt slipped him into an adorable shirt with some Pawsome Squad pups playing basketball. "Good boy! Now you're gonna be a good baby for Daddy today while we're out, aren't you?" Robbie nodded and sighed. "Yes, Daddy. I'll be good." "Alright, kiddo." Said Colt, poking Robbie in the belly button and making the boy giggle. The hem of the shirt came to rest right above Robbie's belly button, showing off his little baby belly which stayed just the right size thanks to Colt's balanced meal plans. Of course, it did nothing to cover his diaper and up to that point, it hadn't really bothered either of them up to now but Robbie was now thinking about just that feature when Colt made to help him down off the changing table. "There we go. Now we're all dressed so let's go downstairs for breakfast." Robbie looked down at his bare legs and thick diaper and felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. "No, Wait! What about my pants? Or my shoes and socks?" "Silly, boy. You don't need those. It's too hot out today and besides, how will I know if you need a change?" "N-no! I can't!" cried Robbie, as Colt tried again to pick him up. "And why not?" asked Colt, putting his hands on his hips. "Cause..." said Robbie, fiddling with his hands and staring down into his lap. "Cause everyone will know." Colt's face grew stern. "Now, Robbie. You know better than that. We had this conversation yesterday, and what did I say?" "Be proud of who you are," said Robbie, with a sigh. "Exactamundo, little boy," said Colt proudly. He saw Robbie was not convinced, so he decided to take another tack. "Did I ever tell you about my coming out story?" asked Colt. Robbie shook his head. Colt hadn't ever even really explicitly said he was gay, but even Robbie had figured out that much .Or at least that was his hope. He listened to Colt and nukked his paci with rapt attention as his hunky Daddy began to tell his story. "Well, little man," said Colt, leaning against the changing table and propping himself up on his elbows. "I was twenty two or so when I finally told my family I was gay - right around the time I was starting law school. I had known for years. Since I was a teen, at least! But I never told anyone... well, anyone aside from the boys I hooked up with - and even that wasn't many. I felt a lot like you, little dude; so afraid that nobody would accept me. Especially the people I loved. I waited until I was at least able to support myself just in case. I think seeing other people being out while I was in college - both in classes and in my internships - that helped a lot. It made me feel like I could have a normal life - well," said Colt, looking around the nursery and giving Robbie a sly wink, "as normal as I wanted it to be, anyway. But when I finally did come out between graduation and going into law school, my brothers and sisters rallied behind me and with the support of my family, it was okay." "Um... but... did anyone give you a hawd time, Daddy?" asked Robbie, who hadn't even had sex before, much less entertained the thought of coming out as gay. "Well, Dad was awkward at first, but even he came around eventually. To be honest he just tried to avoid the subject, but I didn't want to go home without closure." "So what did you do?" asked Robbie, scooting closer to Colt. Colt chuckled and ruffled Robbie's hair and gave his pacifier a boop. "Eventually, I cornered him one night just before I had to leave for law school. He said it just wasn't something people talked about in his generation, but that it wasn't my fault he was brought up in ignorance. That was as close as he ever came to an apology, but I took it for what it was." "He really said that?" asked Robbie. "Well, he used more 'colorful' language than I will repeat for your little ears, but that's the thrust of it. So yeah, we settled on a firm handshake, then I was like, no way Dad, we're hugging, and I gave him a big ol' bear hug. I don't think Dad ever hugged any man before that day, but I sure as hell wasn't letting him get away with a handshake." Colt laughed, but Robbie was lost in thought. It was hard to imagine being as confident as Colt around his own family. Robbie was always the baby of the family and runt of the litter. His family mostly made decisions for him until he moved out to live with friends. Robbie looked down at his hands and fidgeted. Then he looked back up at Colt, still conflicted. "And... um... are you glad you came out?" "Oh yeah," said Colt. "Most definitely. I mean hindsight's 20/20, but I wish I had done it sooner. Trust me, life's a lot easier when you don't have to hide who you are. If this is how you want to live, you're gonna have to do this sooner or later or that stress will eat you up, kiddo. And that's the Daddy monster's job. Yes, it is." He cuddled Robbie and gave him a few little tickles to get him giggling again, then let him go. "You'll feel better if you do it sooner. And I'll be right here with you, okay lil' dude?" "You'ww be wight hewe wif me?" asked Robbie. "Yes, Baby boy. Cross my heart. So are you ready to come down for breakfast, so we go to the store, lil one?" Robbie hesitated. "Can I at least wear pants?" asked Robbie hopefully. Colt appeared to consider this for a minute and very reluctantly he said, "Mayyybe...." It was now Robbie's turn to convince Colt. "Oh pwease pwease pwease?" asked Robbie. "Well... okay. You can wear pants over your diaper, but no fussing when I have to give you diaper checks, little guy. Okay?" "Yess," said Robbie, smiling as Colt went to grab him some pants. "Do you fink I could wear my puww-ups too?" "Don't push it, baby boy," said Colt, holding up a little pair of elastic shorts with a cartoon T-Rex on the leg. "I still don't know if I should let you wear these. It seems so... big boy." Robbie grinned feeling big as Colt lifted his legs and pulled his shorts up over his padded bum. Colt was happy too. By ratcheting up the tension with the possibility of going pantless and then giving him a small concession by letting him wear the pants, he got Robbie to agree to going out in toddler clothes and a diaper with minimal fuss. Colt just wouldn't mention how obvious the diaper looked, perfectly outlined under those cute little shorts Or the fact that you could see the design through the thin material. "Okay, big boy. Now are we ready?" "Ready!" said Robbie, throwing up both fists, then opening his hands for uppies. "That's my good boy," said Colt. "Let's get some nummies in your tummy, okay? I made your favorite. Monkey salad! Oo oo oo!" Robbie giggled as Colt acted like a big ape and carried him downstairs for a healthful breakfast of fruits and veggies. ***** Soon, the adorable pair was walking through the SuperDuperMarket, a place that was very familiar to Robbie as it was where he worked until very recently. Robbie was nervous about being recognized. Colt had asked him several times if he needed his binky or his teddy but he staunchly refused. No way he wanted to look like a baby in front of all these people. It was weird being in public with Colt. He was still halfway in little-space thanks to his roommate's presence, but it was also his first time wearing outdoor clothes in a week, and the shorts felt very strange on his hairless skin. Robbie wasn't used to so much walking, either, and he was clearly getting cranky. He had insisted on wearing his Croco-Clogs so he could walk through the store 'like a big boy' alongside Colt, but they had only cleared the produce aisle and he was already getting tired. He was tired of holding onto the cart with one hand. Tired of trying to pull down the back of his shirt to hide his diaper with the other. He was just plain tired. Finally, Robbie stopped walking altogether and when Colt told him to keep up he began to make noises of frustration. "I'm tired," whined Robbie. "I don't wanna walk any more. I wanna go home..." "Look, you may be okay living off of delivery pizzas but not me. Now let's get moving or I'm gonna have to put you in the baby seat like I wanted to do in the first place." "No. I'm not going." Robbie crossed his arms and pouted. "Alright, kiddo. That's it. No more fussing. I'm going to put you in the baby seat and that's that." "But I don't wanna-oop!" Robbie was quickly picked up and his shoes were tossed into the basket before he was plunked down right into the seat at the top of the shopping cart. Before he could even get his bearings, he heard a click and felt the pressure of a strap at his crotch, holding him securely in place. He looked down to see his diaper bulging out around the snug strap, the edges now peeking out of the waistband and leg holes of his bunched up shorts as his bare feet dangled below. "N-no, Daddy!" He yelled in alarm, then he covered his mouth and looked around. He quickly discovered that the strap was tamper-proof and not budging an inch without Colt's help. Robbie now only had a view of Colt standing over him as he pushed the cart. He couldn't turn around to see where they were going, he couldn't get out and hide, and he didn't want to make too much noise and draw any more attention to himself than he had to. "Shh, it's okay, chill out, lil' dude. I'm sorry to do this, but you said it yourself. You're just too tired to walk through the store on your own. I'm gonna have to get you started working out if you wan-" "Colt, I can see my diaper..." he said in a harsh whisper. He tried to pull his shorts to cover the peekage from his waistband and leg holes, but the tight strap bunched them up such that he couldn't do both. "The only one who can see you in your cute little shorts is me, and what I see is a little cutie wearing exactly what he needs to wear." Colt tickled the adorably flustered boy's chin and gave him a kiss on the lips. He bent over and murmured into Robbie's ear, making him shiver. "You look so cute right now, little Robbie. I really like how you look right now in that seat..." "Hhh... r-really?" asked Robbie, who was feeling all hot and sweaty sitting up there like a fool. But then, Colt thought he looked good like that and that felt really good. But he still felt like other people could see him and that made him feel embarrassed. But that kiss made him want to melt. "They don't matter, sweetie," said Colt, grabbing Robbie's chin lightly to keep him from craning his neck. "The only one you need to look at right now is me. It's your choice if we make happy memories together or let our fears take over instead. Let's just enjoy spending time together while you rest your little feeties, okay, cutie?" Robbie looked into Colt's eyes and slowly nodded. It did feel good to focus on his hunky crush who thought he was so cute. "Okay, Daddy. D-did it have to be here though? Someone I know might-" "Oh my gawd! Is that Robbie?!" squeaked an excited voice from the other end of the cereal aisle. It was Chloe, the woman Colt had spoken to when he followed Robbie into the store the other week. She looked positively beside herself as she barreled down the aisle to greet the adorable baby boy. "Robbie robbie! Are you okay? It's been too long. And look at how cute you look. Oh my gosh!" Robbie went from blushy to shocked to trying to stutter out an answer to simply overwhelmed with all the positive attention. That was what confused him the most. He had only anticipated negative attention and so hadn't prepared for the love bomb that had just exploded all over him. "B-b-b-buh..." "Aww, he can't even use his words. What a little cutie bean!" she squealed. "Alright, alright, give the little guy some air," said Colt, chuckling. "Sorry, I just wasn't prepared for this," Chloe said. "Neither was I," sputtered Robbie, clearly no longer thinking about how his shorts looked as his attention was instead captivated by his overly enthusiastic co-worker. "I know," said Colt. "He's too cute to handle. And I get to see him like this every day!" "Tch, lucky! So how are you, lil' guy?" she asked, putting her hands on her knees and lowering herself to speak to Robbie face to face. Robbie blushed. This talking down to reminded him of Colt and it was pressing some serious buttons to make him feel really little. "I-I'm... awright," said Robbie, as he began to feel his thumb making its way involuntarily into his mouth. His eyes widened for a sec and he made to stop and pull his thumb away, but he caught Colt's glare and decided it was best to be good and suck his thumb like he wanted to. Colt smiled approvingly. "Aww, that's good," she said, patting his head as he sucked on his thumb. She then turned to Colt. "He looked really rough when you carried him out the other day. Is Robbie really okay after what that asshole Brandon did?" she asked. "Yeah," said Colt. "I took care of him and made sure he had something better to remember in its place." "Oh really," she said, raising her eyebrows and looking Colt up and down. "I can only imagine..." "Oh, I doubt it," said Colt. "But you're welcome to guess." She looked back at Robbie and then over to Colt again, eyeing the unbelievably large bulge in his gym shorts. "But how on earth would it fit?" "Oh my gosh!" said Robbie, hiding his face in his hands. "Oh.. kay..." said Colt, rolling his eyes but unable to hide a guilty smile. "No, there was nothing like that. I don't think the little guy's quite ready for the birds and the bees yet." "No, I guess he wouldn't be," she said, looking back at Robbie. "Robbie, here, hold onto Mr. Cuddles," said Colt, as he noticed Robbie getting restless. Colt picked up the emergency bag he'd insisted on bringing into the store. It was the same one that Robbie had brought in to work before and it was packed with a diaper, pacifier, and of course Robbie's most important teddy. Robbie blushed but clung to the teddy as soon as it was shoved into his lap, snuggling him for dear life as he sucked his thumb. "There, that should do the trick," said Colt, with a smile as Robbie closed his eyes and quieted down. "So much excitement for one little guy..." "So what happened to that asshole ex-manager of ours?" "Oh, you don't know?" asked Colt, grinning from ear to ear. Dr. S. had allowed him the pleasure of telling them himself. How thoughtful. "He got sent to a special reform program in lieu of prison time for what he did to little Robbie. Allow me to introduce you to the new Brandon!" Colt whipped out his phone and pulled up Baby Brandon's playlist on the C.A.B.S. Yourtube Account. Chloe gasped, then laughed her ass off as she watched her high and mighty manager making a total fool of himself humping an oversized teddy bear in nothing but a thick wet diaper. "Oh my god... Oh my god... I can't breathe," she wheezed, laughing so hard she had to hold onto the shelf as she tried to keep from rolling on the floor. Luckily Colt had the presence of mind to support her weight and provide her something to lean on before she pulled the shelf down along with all the cereal. "I hope you don't mind, but it looks like you're about to knock over the aisle, hon," said Colt. "Oh, gosh... thank you," she said, putting a hand on his chest as she recovered. "Anyway, you can see that he's not going to be a threat from anyone anymore. Their doctors and therapists specialize in this sort of thing. You can track his progress on their channel if you want. I bet your coworkers would like to see too..." "Hell yeah," she said, with a smirk. "Sign me up!" After a quick information exchange, Colt excused himself and Robbie to finish their shopping excursion. "Bye, Robbie," said Chloe, waving to Robbie. "Don't be a stranger!" "Wave back, sweetie," said Colt, holding up Robbie's free hand and waving it at Chloe, who was already running to show her co-workers the hilarious video. As they continued moving, Robbie beckoned Colt close and whispered, "What the heck was that about? She didn't think it was weird to see me looking like this?" "She already knew," Colt said, grinning. "I wanted to make sure you got a warm reception on your first day out and about." "Oh my gosh," said Robbie, burying his reddening face in Mr. Cuddles' fuzzy belly again. "I can't believe you told her!" "Don't worry. Everyone took it really well. And after all, who can blame you for wanting to de-stress and do something that relaxes you after what happened with you-know-who?" "Everyone? Who else did you tell?!" asked Robbie, looking up at Colt in horrified shock before burying his face deeper still. "No, wait. I don't wanna know!" "Only your co-workers. I figured they should know since we'd have to go grocery shopping sooner or later. Better in a safe place than any old grocery store, right?" Rob paused and thought about it for a second. That... actually made a lot of sense. In a way, Colt had done the best thing possible for him - if he had to be diapered and little in a grocery store, why not one staffed with people who wouldn't make a fuss or hassle them? He was almost ready to forgive Colt, almost, when Colt sprung the next surprise on him. "Open your eyes, baby boy," Colt said. Robbie peek out from behind Mr. Cuddles and gasped. Room for Rent Ch. 10 (2021).pdf

Thank you very much! The three stooges are comedy gold. If anyone hasn't seen the old episodes (I don't know about the remake) it's worth checking out for a laugh!

Yup! Billy took his manhood and his girl. Poor Jimmy! ? Here's the next chapter!! Babied by Billy By Champ (Patreon.com/ChampTehOtter) Chapter 20: The Babysitter's Club "Next stop, the babysitter's club!" Carly announced, as she chugged me along on an imaginary choo-choo train. Or what I imagined as the choo-choo train to doom. However, it turned out, hell wasn't all that glamorous. After Shelley greeted us at the door to the meeting place, I quickly saw that it was little more than an unused conference room, a handful of student club members barely out of high school, and a smattering of A/V equipment, along with a few people to run it. Aside from the A/V people and the club officers, it looked like we were the only ones there. I noticed to my surprise that Billy and Tank were still not present, and while I didn't particularly want to see them right then, at least I would know them. I felt terribly uncomfortable there on my own, as if all eyes in the room were on me, and they probably were. "That kid looks really wet," whispered one of the A/V people loud enough for everyone to hear. I whipped my head around to look at the person who said that, then we both quickly looked away in embarrassment. "Hi little super-soaker," said Shelley, walking into the room. "You ready to be a big star?" "Ready as I'll ever be," I said, crossing my arms and rolling my eyes. That was about as close to the truth as I could manage. Shelley and Carly laughed. "Uh oh, somebody's a little sassy tonight," said Shelly. "That's good. It shows me you're not a complete baby. You're still Jimmy in there." I raised my eyebrows and thought about it for a second. Yeah! She was right. Despite everything, I was still Jimmy. "Dawn wight," I said, moving my binky to the side of my mouth with a smirk. That got the two girls laughing. "Awww, I just wanna take him home!" said Shelly. "Get in line," laughed Carly. "I saw him first!" Oh how I wished she'd said that before all this BS started. Soon, club members began to filter in, and for the next quarter hour or so it was a cycle of squealing, fussing over the baby, and passing me around from lap to lap. Meanwhile, the conference room filled up quickly. The room was only so big, but it seemed like every person who could remotely claim to be part of the babysitter's club had shown up and crammed their way in. There were even some people standing around the doorway as far as I could see. I was actually relieved when Jimmy and Billy showed up, and caught myself making the grabby hands before I could stop myself. I was soon protected from the cheek-pinching masses by a massive wall of Tank on one side, and Billy, who was large but not nearly as big as his aptly-named counterpart, on the other. "Hey, lil' guy! Didja miss me?" asked Tank, with a kind of hopeful smile. I looked up into his eyes for a second and felt a little tug inside. I realized he needed to hear a yes as much as I needed to say yes, but I was too hurt. I just turned my head away and didn't speak. The vengeful part of me hoped that I would hear his heart breaking when I did so, but there was no sound from him at all. "Aww, the little guy missed me though, didn't he?" asked Billy, patting the front of my diaper and giving it a squishy squeeze. I winced as I felt some wetness leak back out onto my skin and collect around the leg holes. I looked up at Billy in annoyance and saw that he too wore an expression of trepidation, despite his bravado. He was putting on a front. I could see it clearly. He was just as scared as I was, if not more, and I knew why. If anything went wrong tonight, his ass was on the line. Welcome to helly, Billy. So glad you could join me. "Okay, looks like everyone's here," said Shelly. "Let's begin with today's meeting agenda. We have some very special guests with us who we're all excited to talk to, but first, I want to talk a bit about the club." Even though I felt sorely out of place, I at least saw this for what it was - just a regular old club meeting. Nothing over-produced or scripted. It could have been any dinky college club meeting if you ignored the massive turnout and the cameras. Any meeting at all. Except it was so much different. This meeting was all about me, and the spectacle my life had become. "I think there are a lot of people here and online who have maybe seen Jimmy or heard of Alpha Beta Delta Lambda, but don't really know what this is all about. Why don't you introduce yourselves and tell us a little bit about the program?" said Shelly. The camera person was so interested in hearing more that they almost bumped into the audio engineer. I suddenly felt nervous as I was hit by the realization that I didn't know how many people were watching this. Didn't I hear that this was going to be broadcast to the whole campus and maybe even publicly available online? I looked over to my two caretakers and saw the same gears turning. Billy looked so tense, that someone could have pulled his chair out from under him and he would have stayed right there. Tank was a little more subdued, but he was looking around a lot, like he was slightly confused and lost. It was all over their faces as they introduced themselves awkwardly and talked a little bit about the C.A.B.S. regression program, their fraternity, and me. I found it oddly reassuring to see that Billy and Tank were about as uncomfortable as I was. Shelly, on the other hand, seemed to be in her element, and she used her confidence to support the two tongue-tied jocks. "So the two of you are from the Alpha Beta, a local fraternity on campus, and you're looking after little Jimmy here, who's entered the Fresh Start regression program with C.A.B.S., our school's very own Center for Adult Baby Studies. Did I get that right?" "Yeah, that pretty much sums it up." Maybe it was her personality, or maybe it was all that time working the front desk of the dorms. Whatever the reason, the president of the Babysitter's Club kept her cool incredibly well up to and including the much anticipated moment where I was hoisted up onto the conference table in my soaked diaper for a little demonstration. "Who here knows how to change a soggy diaper?" Some hands went up, including Tank's and Billy's. Shelly grinned at the two of them. "What do you say, guys? Think we can use Jimmy here for a little demo?" Tank and Billy looked at each other and shrugged. "Sure!" they both said, and reached to pick me up. "Oops!" "Hey, watch it," "You watch it." I grinned as the two of them fumbled over each other trying to pick me up. The audience laughed. It looked like something straight out of the three stooges' playbook. Eventually, the two of them managed to get me up onto the table, and they rolled up their sleeves both expecting to be the one to change me. "I'll take it from here, boys," said Shelly, laying me on my back and ending the fun. I guess I didn't have a say in it, so I just sucked my binky and tried to will an extra-dimensional portal to open up and swallow me whole. No such luck. Intead, I heard the ripping of the tapes at either side of my diaper, and I soon went from being in front of a crowd on my back in nothing but a T-Shirt and diaper to being on my in front of a crowd in just a T-Shirt as Shelley began to wipe all my nether regions for the camera and everyone to see, narrating the whole while like she was teaching a fucking home ec class. "Goodness, this boy sure was soggy! You have to be sure to wipe every part of your little one. Especially in the little folds of skin where the legs meet the crotch. You don't want them developing a diaper rash, after all. And of course you save the butt for last! You don't want to get poopies everywhere, now do you? Let's just lift up his little leggies and- oh that's right." She paused as she saw the anal stretching ring holding my butthole wide open. "Well, this doesn't come standard. I think they're using aftermarket parts here," she said. That elicited a round of laughter from the assembled onlookers. She gave it a few taps, eliciting a moan and another embarrassing - if tiny - erection from my winky. "Care to explain what this is all about, Billy?" Billy smirked. "That's just a little something Dr. W. uses to help his patients stay relaxed back there. He's got something similar up front, but it's inside him where you can't see it." "What amazing technology! So you're saying he's completely incontinent because of these devices here?" asked Shelly, tapping my stretching ring and my pee pee, and causing me to squirm as I felt my hairless balls tighten up. "That's right!" Tank chimed in with practiced confidence. "It helps him use his diapers like a good baby so he can be happy and focus on other things. It's a good thing! It helps him be the best baby he can... uh... b-be..." Tank had started his little explanation with his usual sunny confidence, the moment he caught my eye and seemed to falter as I stared him down, becoming less and less certain with every word. "Th-that's right," said Billy, who was visibly sweating from where I was lying at least. "He's a very good and happy baby, aren't you Jimmy?" I watched the beads of water form on his forehead and temples and I could literally feel the desperate thoughts of 'don't fuck this up, don't fuck this up, please don't fuck this up' radiating off him. I grinned around my pacifier and prepared to do just that by kicking a nearby glass of water right onto him, but once again Shelley spoiled my fun at the last moment, grabbing the glass and passing it off to Tank. "Whoa there! That was a close one! Half of babysitting is anticipating problems and stopping them before they happen. I know you two are already experts in that awkward transition from adult to infant, but taking care of fussy little ones is my bread and butter. I think us at the babysitter club could learn a lot about helping newly regressed littles, and maybe you Alpha Beta boys could learn a trick or two from us as well, don't you?" "Eh? Tricks?" asked Billy, who seemed offended at the idea that Shelly had anything to teach him. "Tell me, guys, because this is very new to all of us, what is the potential market for babysitting big little ones like Jimmy here?" This sudden change of topic seemed to take Jimmy by surprise and his look of annoyance turned to one of confusion. "Uh, well I..." "I'll take this one," said Tank, with a renewed air of confidence. "I think there's a large potential market here, one which is relatively untapped. The program has been running for four years now and in that time has regressed thousands of patients from dangerous criminals, to addicts, to people who simply wanted another shot at life." He looked at me as he said this last part. Like he was making his case. "And that is exactly what they've found through regression therapy. Fully eighty percent of those who've completed the program have been adopted out to happy, loving homes. Homes with parents who need people to watch their little ones so they can go to work, take care of errands, or even just have a night off. Now get this. In the next five years, that number is set to pass ten-thousand regressees per annum. It doesn't take an Einstein to realize that they're gonna need caretakers. Specialized caretakers who have a little more knowledge than your average neighborhood babysitter." I looked at Tank like he'd grown a new head. Had he just said all those big words? My Tank? He actually sounded really smart, and it was kind of hot. Okay, it was a lot of hot. But I was still angry with him, I assured myself. "Who knows," Tank continued, "some of you just might end up finding your true calling caring for our special little ones like I have. You might even make a connection and adopt a special little one of your own, as I hope to do someday soon..." My mouth went dry as he said those words. Was he... was he actually proposing... "Wow, that's fantastic!" said Shelley, interrupting my train of thought. "I'm sold! I don't know about anyone else here..." Delighted murmurs of assent filled the room and the crowd generally agreed. "It sounds like we should really talk more often," she said with a laugh. "Yeah," said Tank, smiling and rubbing the back of his head. Then his eyes fell on me again and his gaze made me blush despite myself. "I think so too." I realized my heart was thundering in my chest. And suddenly all these feelings of anxiety came welling up inside me and had nowhere to go. I tried to cover myself up as I suddenly became very self-conscious that I was butt-naked on a conference table with a camera broadcasting my babified butt to the whole school, potentially the whole internet, while these three talked about the economics of babysitting. "It's f-funny you should mention that," said Billy, cutting in. "Because this Friday Alpha Beta House is having-" Suddenly, I gasped as I squirted a stream of pee out across the table. There was nothing I could do to stop it. What followed was a scramble to get both me and the puddle I was creating contained. In the confusion, Billy's point was completely forgotten, but I was successfully secured and in a nice thick diaper. "There, that oughtta hold him," said Shelly, passing the balled up diaper into Billy's hands. He backed away to toss it into the trash. "Hot tip for you babysitters out there - don't get distracted before you finish your diaper change." That drew laughter from almost everyone except, perhaps, me and Billy. Both of us were red in the face. "Hey," said Tank, as if he had just remembered something exciting, "this Friday, Alpha Beta Delta Lambda is having the grand opening of the newly renovated Alpha Beta house! It'd be great if the members of the babysitter's club made an appearance!" "Oh really?" Shelly asked. "Did you hear that everyone? We're all invited to the Alpha Beta Bash! That's the hottest party on campus, of course we're coming!" Cheers and applause followed, while Billy gave an oblivious Tank the death glare. I could tell that Tank had stolen his moment, and I wished I had a bucket of popcorn to enjoy as I watched Billy seethe. Instead, I got another bottle of formula and a seat in Shelly's lap. Her hand supported my head so comfortably that I found the piss and vinegar drain right out of me as I finally began to relax. As I suckled on the bottle, looking all cute for the camera, I wondered just what I had done wrong to end up here, and why there had to be so many nice moments mixed in with the bad. I idly listened as the three of them prattled on, but nothing really caught my interest until the Q&A started up. That's when it really started to dawn on me just how many people had seen those little videos Billy kept posting up online. Around the third or fourth question, Shelly called on a guy with glasses and a cute peeking animal hat. "What does Jimmy think of the fact that there's a whole movement of people inspired by him?" That got my ears perked right up. "He's become a mascot for the ABDL community. Does C.A.B.S. take notice of that?" "Hold on," said Shelly, "Could someone explain what the ABDL community is? Are you talking about the fraternity?" He was not. I was soon stunned to find out that there was a whole community of Adult Babies and Diaper Lovers who actually liked to wear diapers, feel little, or even act like babies. Of course, I wondered why it couldn't have been one of them that ended up in my situation. I'd have happily traded places with them. But what was more stunning was that people I didn't even know were following my daily activities, experiencing what I experienced vicariously. The big difference was that when they were done watching, they could go about their daily lives as if nothing was out of the ordinary. My life, on the other hand, had been completely upended and there was no waking up from that fact. I had sworn up and down that my diagnosis was bullshit since my very first trip to C.A.B.S., but the thought just wouldn't leave my mind. I found myself thinking it over as the others continued talking. Was the director right about my hidden inner desires? Could I be an ABDL? Finally, blessedly, the stupid meeting was over and I could give my overworked mind a rest. The attendees applauded and left, chattering excitedly about Friday's party as they went about their adult lives. I heaved a sigh of relief, glad to go about my normal day being babied off camera. "So how do you think it went, guys?" asked Shelley, standing up and handing me over to Tank. "You did fantastic, kiddo," she said to me, giving me a fake little punch on the jaw and making me blush. "That was great," said Billy, with his big fake smile. "I'm so glad we decided to do this," he said. Correction: She decided to do this, I thought to myself. And I was sure that Billy would do his best to make this the last meeting for a good while. "And what do you think, Tank?" asked Shelly. "I have a feeling C.A.B.S. is gonna get a lot of calls asking about courses in adult baby studies soon," said Tank, with a laugh. Babied by Billy Ch. 20 (2021).pdf

Hey, all! The story forum has been so active, I just love it! Here's my little contribution. The next chapter of Babied by Billy. Lemme know what ya think! ~<3 Champ Babied by Billy By Champ (Patreon.com/ChampTehOtter) Chapter 19: Coddled by my Crush "Okay, Jimmy," said Billy, as he wheeled me out of yet another humiliating history lesson. "I'm not going to be able to watch you during Calculus. Coach needs me to show up to some practices." I breathed a sigh of relief. I had had enough of Billy to last me a lifetime. Even the more subdued and humbled Billy was obnoxious enough to drive me batty. "Yeah, yeah," Billy said, rolling his eyes. I know you're relieved to hear that. And believe me, I'm not losing any sleep over getting out of math class either. Anyway, I arranged a special surprise for you. We got one of your friends to sit in this time." "F-fwiend?" I asked, my ears perking up. This could be my chance to get out of baby treatment - if I could get them to listen to me. But anyone - anyone - would be better to have as a babysitter than this asshole. "Okay, diaper dork, game face on," said Billy, opening the door and carrying me through. I looked to where we were approaching and instantly hid my face in his shoulder. “Look who it is, Jimmy,” gasped Billy with the kind of enthusiasm reserved for young children. "It’s Carly!” I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I tried to hold onto him as he lowered me in the seat next to my big crush. “Heyyy, Jimmy,” said Carly, in a playful, teasing voice. “Hey, c’mon brat! Let go,” said Billy. I shook my head and whimpered as Billy finally extricated himself. There was Carly, my crush, looking right at me in nothing but my diaper and my humiliating shirt that said 'Diaper Loading' on the front. That just screamed boyfriend material, right? “Sorry, he’s a little shy,” said Billy, flashing his million-dollar smile her way. “Aww, you don’t have to be shy with me, Jimmy!" said Carly in a coaxing voice. "We’re friends, remember? I don’t care if you wanna be a baby. I just want you to be happy.” “W-weally?” I asked, peeking out from behind my mitts. “Really really,” she said, smiling. That was Carly. She always knew how to make me smile. That’s what I liked about her. And she was drop dead gorgeous, which didn’t hurt. She leaned in and kissed my nose. I could feel my little penis instantly stiffen in my diaper, giving me yet another reason to be thankful for my padded protection. Diapers were helping me out a lot lately. "Aww, I think somebody likes you," said Billy, patting my diaper and giving Carly a wink. "I bet you have that effect on all the little pamper packers you babysit." She giggled. "Yeah, I've babysat quite a few," she said. "And how could I say no to a little cutie like this?" She tweaked my nose as she slipped into baby talk and I blushed. This was all wrong. She wasn't seeing past my baby treatment. She was seeing me as a baby. I wasn't even on her radar as date-worthy, if indeed I ever was. And just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, Billy did something that nearly made me lose my breakfast. He leaned in and kissed her. "I can't blame them, babe," he said, looking at me as he kissed her, then ruffling my hair a little too roughly. I wanted to bite his hand off, but he didn't give me the chance. "By the way, you were really funny this morning," Carly said, grinning at Billy. "This morning?" "Yeah, you know. When you were changing the baby in the quad?" "Oh, yeah. That," said Billy. Now it was his turn to grumble. "Good thing Shelly was there. She's so good with babies," Carly said. "Shelly? You know Shelly?" asked Billy. He was doing his best to hide it, but I could tell he wasn't pleased. "Oh yeah, we're in the babysitting club together!" She looked down at her phone. "And we're having a meeting tonight?! Oh my gosh, that's so exciting! I can't wait!" Billy gave a half-hearted smile. "Heh. Yeah. Whoo, can't waiiit. Hey, listen, babe. I gotta go or coach'll have my ass for dinner. Take care of the little butthead- er- baby for me." "Sure thing sweetie. I can bring him to the babysitter's club after class if you want. That way you don't have to come all the way up here just to go back there." "Yeah, sure," said Billy. "Sounds good." He gave her a quick peck on the lips and left, I caught a glimpse of his face as he walked away looking like he had just swallowed a lemon. Carly, of course, didn't see it at all. She was too busy gushing over how cute I was and how happy she was to be able to finally babysit me. Great. I had exactly what I wanted and exactly the wrong way. She was infatuated with me but only in the way that you might look at any other adorable baby or, say, a cute cat video. And to top it all off, it looked like she was dating my bully! I sighed. This was going to be a long lesson. I was almost grateful when the professor once again picked me up out of my seat to hold me on his hip. "Looks like ze little guy is grumpy again today, oui? No worries, we'll soon turn zat frown upside down with ze power of masematics as we continue our journey into the exciting realm of infinite series." Once again I was whisked away on a journey of learning and laughter as Professor Câliner actually made math fun. This time, I was only too happy to escape the unpalatable reality of my life turned upside-down. Still, all good things come to an end, and class was over before I knew it. Professor Câliner handed me back over to Carly and bade me adieu. "Okay, kiddo," said Carly. Let's hit the road, huh?" I nodded. That sounded good enough to me. I hopped to my feet, ready to toddle out the door when something stopped me. It was Carly, with one hand around my belly and another pulling open the back of my diaper. "Hold on there, buckaroo. Do you need a chance?" I nearly spat out my pacifier. Of course I didn't need a change. "Yup. You're totally loaded up back there." "W-wha?" I said, in a confused and worried voice. Had I just humiliated myself in front of my crush? There was no way this was happening. And no way was I gonna let her change me. "Come on, kiddo," she said, pulling me toward the door. "Let's get you changed." "N-no," I said, trying to pull away. To my surprise, I was too weak. Or was Carly really that strong? What the heck was going on? "Come on, kiddo. Be a good boy for me," she said, making a sad face. I tried to resist, I really did, but the harder I struggled, the weaker I felt. "I need help feeling little," I finally said in frustration. Damnit. I had lost my cool and tried to fight my treatment so that damned hypnotic training had kicked in. Now she was really going to lay on the baby treatment. "Awww! Sweetie! Why didn't you say so? Let me just grab my special friend from my babysitter bag..." She reached into her bag and pulled out a cute little stuffed bunny. "Here ya go. Hold onto Ms. Bunnykins, okay sweetie?" I just nodded and held tightly to my only comfort right then. As much as I hated to admit it, I really needed a little fluffy friend to hug at that moment, and this one was from Carly. That made her a special bunny. *Squelch!* I squeezed Ms. Bunnykins tight, trying to block out the sound and feel of being sat in my stroller in a mucky diaper. I knew it was thanks to that stupid stretching ring that I no longer had any sense of when I was loading my undies or any way to stop it when it did happen. The thick wet padding pressed against my crotch as she snapped in the crotch strap and I sighed at the wonderful sensation. I knew I had to wear diapers now, but did they have to feel so good? It wasn't fair. Carly was wheeling me to the family bathroom to change me and part of me was loving it. Pathetic! When I finally found myself on my back on the changing table, I was grateful that we at least had some privacy. I watched her open up the diaper-bag hanging from my stroller and thought. Maybe if I wanted it badly enough, I could find a way to communicate with her. I worked up all my strength and spat out my pacifier to tell her the truth. "Carly- I make wotsa poopies," I said, letting out a loud fart and feeling my diaper grow a little heavier. No, damnit! That's not what I wanted to say! "Awww, widdle guy, don't worry. I've done this a million times!" she said, tickling me around my ever-softening baby tummy and making me giggle and fart more. "Aww. Such a little pooper!" "N-no!" I said, fighting my giggles and trying to convey my distress. "I wike my didees! I wike em nice n fick!" "Oh, my," she said, as she opened up my diaper and caught a glimpse of my rock-hard pee-pee. "You sure do! I guess I'll have to double you up then. How about that?" she asked with a wink. No! That miniscule erection was for her! Damnit. I was about ready to have a meltdown as I struggled to get through to my crush. Why was I even trying? I knew better than to try and go against my infantile training! It was probably to my benefit that she decided to put my pacifier back in and made sure I was holding Ms. Bunnykins tight before proceeding with the change. At least she knew what she was doing. She didn't even flinch at the mess before her. She simply wiped me up like she'd been doing it her whole life, and despite my distress, every touch from her was like ecstasy. I was this close to busting my nut when she taped up the front of my diaper, and to my embarrassment, that's exactly what I did. But only after the last tape was secured. She was simply patting my diapered butt, praising me for being such a good little boy. "There, we go, cutie. All diapered up in an extra thick one!" That's all it took. "Uhnnnnhhhhhh!" I groaned, my eyelids flickering as all my muscles below my belly button contracted at once.I went limp as a ragdoll in her arms as I moaned and convulsed in the most copious and humiliating orgasm I'd had since this had all started. I lost every ounce of body strength as I practically pissed cum into my diapers. Why oh why did everything I did have to make her think I loved my diapers? Carly had made them so thick I could hardly move my legs and as far as she knew, I was loving it. I winced as she giggled and helped my poofy ass into my stroller. "You are such a silly little boy," she said. "But you're stupid cute." She buckled me in and kissed my forehead. I totally melted. I was too exhausted and too hopped up on wonderful endorphins to do anything but smile and curl up with my bunny as she wheeled me out of the quad and announced that we'd be having lunch in the DC. Like it or not, my diapers had just made me feel amazing, and the feeling wasn't going away. It stayed with me the whole time, giving me the warm fuzzies well after my cum had been sucked up by the thirsty material between my legs. The scary thing was, I could almost see myself getting used to this if Carly was my sitter. Especially if I could get an orgasm like that with every diaper change. Much like Tank, no matter what the ordeal, it helped to be close to someone you loved. Ah, Tank. I sighed, remembering that heartache. Was there no one in this world I could have all to myself? It felt like the Director had won and I was all alone. What was going to happen to me now? Dorothy the cashier nodded my way as I was wheeled into the Dining Center. "Uh oh, here comes trouble," she said, looking down at me through her butterfly glasses. Her ruby red lips were pursed in an imitation of suspicion. "You're not gonna piss the seat again are you?" I shook my head, and gave her my best innocent doe-eyes. She chuckled. "Don't make promises you can't keep, kiddo, I'm just bustin' your chops. G'wan get in there you two. Babies get in free, just don't go trying to feed that tyke big kid food!" I blushed hard at that. Carly leaned in and whispered in my ear as she wheeled me past the salad bar. "I don't think ice cream counts, do you?" I looked at her and grinned. Ice cream? After almost a week of nothing but formula, I'd like nothing more. Soon enough, Carly was feeding me soft-serve by hand and laughing as I recoiled from brain-freeze. "Slow down, little guy!" she said, pulling my hands down from my head and locking my gaze with hers. "Look. Do this. You rub your tongue on the roof of your mouth like this." She demonstrated how to do it and I followed. Sure enough, the brain freeze went away immediately. "That only happens when the roof of your mouth gets cold," she said, smiling. I was amazed. Carly was so smart. So kind. She was so perfect. Why the hell did she have such terrible taste in guys? I mean Billy? Really? At least go after someone worth chasing, like Tank. "Oops!" she said, as the spoon of ice cream missed and hit my cheek. "Hmm, maybe you aren't ready for this kind of food yet after all," she mused, setting aside the cup of soft-serve and the spoon. I whimpered. I wanted my ice cream! Sensing a tantrum coming on, she opened up her babysitter bag and pulled out a bottle of formula again. I recoiled as if she had just brought out a pistol and pointed it at my belly. Then someone interrupted her. "Hey! I whipped some fresh formula up special for the little guy. Warm, just like he likes it!" It was Marco, the guy who had kept Billy supplied with enough formula to drown a cow last time I came here, and he was wearing that same shit-eating grin, too. He handed Carly a gigantic baby bottle of formula and I scoffed. If the bottle she held before was a pistol, this was a loaded shotgun. Thanks for nothing, Marco. The second that nipple hit my lips and leaked lunch onto my tongue, all my struggling ceased as my bodily instincts took over. I found myself sucking down the sweet liquid like it was the nectar of the gods. "Gosh, the little guy sure is hungry!" I could hear Carly saying in the distance. "Sure is," said Marco. He patted my impossibly thick diaper and opened my eyes into little slits to see him smiling down at me. I could just tell he was enjoying this a little too much. I was sure he was sporting a huge erection under that apron of his, but I was too blissed out to care. I allowed my eyes to close and the world to go away for just a little longer as I finished off the bottle. Finally, the bottle was empty, and unlike with Billy, she left it at that, but not before burping me. "Aww, there we go! Nice big burpies! Gosh, Jimmy. You really are just like a baby! I think it suits you well." Carly gave me a sweet smile and I knew she thought she was being supportive but it just killed me to know that my crush saw me as nothing more than a baby. Then I thought about something else. I was worried about my diaper. Last time I had lunch at the Dining Center, I ended up flooding everywhere. A leak would be ten times more embarrassing if it happened in front of Carly! I looked down to see that my diaper was very swollen but not yet leaking and I pointed it out to Carly. "Um... hey Carly? I think I need a change!" "Uh oh! You are getting pretty close to leaking," she said, squishing the front of my diaper and causing me to hide my face in Ms. Bunnykins once more, "but I can't." "What?" I asked, alarmed. "Why not?" "I was told to bring you to the club meeting nice and wet, so that's what we're gonna have to do. Aww, please don't be angry with me, little guy. I promise I'll make it up to you after." I crossed my arms and huffed. It was totally unfair. Not only was I forced to wear diapers but I wasn't even gonna get changed in a timely manner. Tank would never leave me in a soggy diaper. I doubted that Carly had anything to offer me that would make up for this indignity. I was more than content to stick to myself and sulk while she ate her own food, but she was an experienced babysitter and she wasn't about to let that happen. Somehow or other, she had a way of cheering me up despite myself, and she soon had me smiling again and forgetting all about what was going on between my legs. "There's my little cutie!" she said, mirroring my smile as she finally got a giggle out of me. "So, I have a question. What's your favorite cartoon?" she asked, innocently. "The Diaper Pals!" I blurted out, without thinking. It was odd. I didn't even know where that outburst came from, but once I said it, I realized that it was true. I loved the diaper pals. "That's a perfect show for you, Jimmy," she giggled. "I learned all about it in... oops, I'm not supposed to tell you." Of course, that got my attention. "Wait! Ya gotta tell me now!" I said. I pleaded with her but she remained tight lipped. Finally, she stuck my paci in and told me that good babies keep their pacis in til a grown up takes them out. Then, she told me to hug Ms. Bunnykins and just like that, I was pacified and unable to fight against her suggestions. My mind was still racing as she wheeled me out of the building. Babied by Billy Ch. 19 (2021).pdf

This is a cute little story based off an amazing short that came out from a certain animation company that begins with a P. I absolutely loved that short and so wanted more of that story. And then my creative mind kicked in and said "But what if... diapers?" Sorry, I couldn't resist! Just something I wanted to share with the lovely members of Daily Diapers forum. I hope you enjoy the resulting wholesome tale of community, caring, and crinkles. You can download a PDF of this story free now on Patreon, where all stories and chapters are released to patrons a month early! Story Link: KABLAM! By Champ (Patreon.com/ChampTehOtter) Our story begins with a young rabbit holding a hammer in a field. A rabbit who had just finished putting the final touches on his new home with the help of his neighbors. It was a momentous occasion moving into his own burrow, and the project had really come together thanks to a whole network of critters who made up his underground community, especially the mole and field mouse who had first greeted him as he began digging his new home. He had been nervous and shy at first, but the neighbors were there to help. "Stronger together!" they had exclaimed as they set to work. Soon what had been a humble one-room plan now branched out into multiple rooms including a bathroom/disco, a bedroom, and a nursery. "Why do you need a nursery? Are you planning on starting a family soon?" the field mouse had asked, once they finally got a look at the reluctant rabbit's plans. "Yeah, something like that," the rabbit had said, not wanting to give the real reason for his interest in the infantile room. Now it was all done, and the rabbit's friendly neighbors were putting away the last of his items. Excitement, and the smell of Mrs. Hedgehog's' fresh-baked cookies were in the air because it was nearly time for the burrow warming to begin. "I don't know why I was so nervous," said the rabbit, coming back down into his burrow after fixing the always-askew mailbox one last time. "They didn't make fun of my crude diagram or my ideas of what I wanted. Not even the disco ball. They've been so nice to me..." The rabbit's thoughts trailed off when he walked into his bedroom where the mouse and the mole were. When he saw the mouse unzipping his backpack to put away the last of his things, his heart skipped a beat. "Hey! D-don't open that!" "No worries, it's not a problem... Lemme just..." the mouse's eyes went wide as he realized what he had pulled from the rabbit's bag. It was a diaper. A diaper too big for a baby. The mouse and the mole blinked a couple of times, too stunned to react. The rabbit's face went crimson. He quickly dashed forward and grabbed the diaper and the backpack. "Th-that's really not necessary," he said, stuffing the diaper inside and zipping up the backpack. He scooted off to the nursery and closed the door before they could respond. He would say they were for a baby if they asked. Maybe they would drop it. "Yeah, that's what I'll tell them," he said, as he stashed the diapers in his backpack on the shelf under the changing table. "Tell us what?" asked the mole, who had tunneled in and was now right behind the rabbit. The rabbit jumped and hit his head on the ceiling. "Guh! Owwwwww.... darn my legs..." "Careful, bud," said the field mouse, coming in through the new hole the mole had made. "We didn't build the ceiling in this room too high. If you want your rooms taller it's gonna take another few hours. "N-no thanks," said the rabbit, not sure whether to be more embarrassed about what his neighbors had seen or how he'd just knocked himself flat on his butt. "What'sa matter? You look like you seen a ghost," said the mole, bending down to help the rabbit to his feet. "Nah, he's just a jumpy little critter," said the field mouse with a little grin. "I think he must just like to hide things." "You should talk, small fry," said the rabbit, dusting himself off. "And thanks for the hand," he said addressing the mole as he tried to recover from his adrenaline rush. "Small?! I never talked about your size," said the mouse, crossing his arms and turning his head, but he looked back at the rabbit with a smile and one eye open to let him know he wasn't really mad. "Okay okay," said the rabbit. "I am a bit jumpy... and I guess I am a bit secretive. I'm just embarrassed is all. You all are so knowledgeable and experienced. You have so many talents, and I'm just a dumb ol' bunny." "Hey now," said the field mouse, giving the rabbit a pat on the back. "Don't think of it like that. We're all helping each other. Stronger together, right?" he said, turning to the mole for confirmation. "That's right," said the mole, "stronger together!" Thanks guys, said the rabbit, "but can we move it to the living room?" "Hold up," said the mole, grabbing the rabbit's wrist as he made for the door. The rabbit felt the tug and stopped, his heart thundering in his chest once more. Were they going to say something about the diapers? Did they know? Did they not like him now? Was he too weird? Would they talk about him behind his... "You've got a little schmutz on your..." The rabbit crossed his eyes to see what the mole was reaching at, but the mole stepped forward and his paws went right past the rabbit's little nose to come around his back and envelop him in a big hug. The field mouse soon joined in. "What was that for?" the rabbit asked, as the two of them let go with a final comforting squeeze. "You looked like you needed it," said the mole. And to the rabbit's surprise, he was right. He had needed that hug. The three of them went back to the living room to find it occupied by the great mass of creatures who had pitched in to help. From badgers to wood-mice, animals occupied every piece of furniture, doorway, and nearly every room of the rabbit's humble home save the nursery and bedroom. Momma Mouse was running around frantically trying to gather up all the squealing younglings from underfoot and she was quite thankful to be pointed to the nursery, which was just past the rabbit's bedroom. "Announcement, announcement," said the rabbit, doing his best to get everyone's attention, but no one seemed to hear him above the excited chattering of their peers. The large badger, who was standing nearby, saw what was happening and let out his famous roar, which effectively caught the attention of everyone in the burrow. The bunny nearly hit his head on the ceiling again at the unexpected outburst but was fortunately held back by the mole. All eyes were now on the badger as critters from all the other rooms peeped their heads in to see what was up. "Proceed," said the badger, leading all eyes to rest on the rabbit with a sweep of his paw. It seemed like the whole neighborhood was watching. "Uh... th-thank you," said the rabbit, his heart still hammering in his chest from the sudden scare. He took a deep breath and thought of his friends. Then, he spoke. "I just wanted to say thank you, everyone. You made my dreams come true. And... well, I'd like to invite all of you to pitch in one more time to celebrate this new chapter of my life." "Hear, hear!" said the badger. "You heard the rabbit! Let's all make this the best burrow warming yet!" The animals were quite animated by this speech and clamored to contribute in whatever way they could. "I'll bring cookies," said Mr. Hedgehog. "We've got a boom box," said one of the fitness fanatic moles who lived next-burrow. "We've got plenty of nuts to share," said the chipmunks, who lived two burrows down. "And I've got towels," said the bath-loving lizard, who stood there in nothing but a towel. "Eh... I think we can skip the towels for now," said the rabbit, with an awkward smile. "Thank you, everyone, for your generosity!" Before long, the party was underway, and every room of the house was once more taken up by animals chatting, snacking, and having a good time. "Hey, what's with the nursery?" asked one of the fitness moles. "Hush," said the rabbit's mole friend, cuffing his nosy boyfriend on the back of his head while the rabbit's face went bright red. "What did I do?" asked the fitness-loving mole, rubbing his sweatband. "Heyyy! Look what I found," said the lizard, sauntering into the room in nothing but a diaper. "This is much better than a towel!" "H-hey! Take that off!" said the rabbit, who was about ready to have a heart attack as he saw his deepest secret paraded around in front of everyone. "Those look great! Where'd you get those?" asked Mr. Hedgehog. "Oh, I just found 'em in the nursery," the lizard said, holding up a couple more. "I don't know where they came from, you'll have to ask him." The lizard pointed a finger squarely at the bunny. Everyone's eyes turned to the rabbit, who went wide eyed, suddenly the center of attention. "Eh, uh... hehe, I dunno. The store? Th-they're not for me!" he added quickly. He looked around for some escape route, but there was none. He was stuck here while his neighbors judged him. "Hey, you okay?" Asked the field mouse, grabbing a paper bag he had thoughtfully stashed by the couch in case the bunny had another of his rather frequent panic attacks. "Here, breathe into this." The mole rubbed the rabbit's back as he sat down on the floor and breathed into the bag. "You're ok, buddy. Just breathe." The music stopped and animals gathered around with concerned faces, but that just made the bunny more nervous. "I think I know what's going on here," said Mr. Badger, stepping in. "Everybody back away, give the little guy some space." He got down to the rabbit's level and put a hand on his shoulder. "I want you to tell the truth. You don't have to say anything. Just nod for yes and shake your head for no." The rabbit looked up to the badger with wide eyes as he blew a final few breaths into the bag. Then, he slowly lowered the bag, gulped, and nodded. "Are these for you?" The rabbit nodded. "Do you have a medical issue we should be concerned about?" The rabbit shook his head. "So, you just wear them because you like them? For comfort?" The rabbit nodded yes to both questions. The badger looked around to the neighbors and nodded, like he knew exactly what was going on. "Tell me, little bunny. Does this help calm you down?" Asked the badger as he held up one of the diapers. The bunny squeezed his eyes shut and nodded vigorously. "Would a diaper help right now?" The bunny's eyes shot open at the unexpected query. For several breaths, he didn't move, but the badger was patient. Eventually, the bunny gave the most imperceptible of nods. "Okay then," said the badger, grabbing the rabbit by one paw and holding a diaper in the other. "As you were, everyone. Everything's fine. I'm just going to help the bunny calm down. Be right back." His authoritative tone reassured everyone but also let them know that it was not an invitation for an audience. "So, who wants cookies?" asked Mrs. Hedgehog, breaking the silence. Everyone resumed their merrymaking, and the mole's boyfriend started his workout mix back up on the boombox. Meanwhile, Mr. Badger slipped out of the room with the rabbit in tow. Mr. Badger nodded to the mole and field mouse to join him and the three of them made their way to the nursery. A couple of the moms were already there watching all the neighbors' children. There was certainly enough room for it since the nursery was especially large. That was not unusual for a rabbit warren. "Excuse me, coming through," said the Badger, walking up to the big changing table and lifting the rabbit to set him gently on the soft padding. "What... what are you-" "I think you know very well what I'm doing," said Mr. Badger, flapping the diaper open, and fluffing it. "And I think it's exactly what you need, don't you, little bunny?" The rabbit covered his face and nodded, blushing brightly under his fur. Soon, Mr. Badger was grabbing the rabbit's ankles and lifting his tush up in the air to set it on the fresh fluffy undergarment "You two better pay attention," said the badger. "I'm not coming up here every time the baby bunny needs a change. "Ch-change?" squeaked the rabbit. "I don't actually use them..." "I never said you had to use them," said the badger in an even tone. "But you better believe you're taking a trip right back here next time your little bunny heart starts pounding. If this is how you relax then this is what we'll do. It's for your health, you understand. Everyone deserves to feel safe and comfortable in their own burrow, Isn't that right, boys?" The field mouse and the mole looked to each other, then back to the badger and nodded, wide eyed. Admittedly they had never changed a diaper themselves. That was usually their mom's job. "Well, come on," said the Badger. "You can't see what's happening from there." The bunny covered his face with his hands as he lay there on the diaper with his two closest neighbors pressing up against the changing table. "Here," said momma mouse, handing the badger a mouse plush. "These tend to help keep the little ones distracted while you take care of 'em." The badger nodded and handed the plush over to the bunny, who immediately squeezed it tight and closed his eyes. He used the plush as a shield between himself and the three furs as he tried to imagine he really was a baby bunny and not an embarrassed, supposedly independent young rabbit. He only felt the cool powder, and then the bulk of the diaper as it enclosed him, crinkling all the while. "And that's all there is to it," said the badger, sitting the rabbit up and giving him a pat on the back of his diaper. "How do you feel?" The bunny looked down between his legs to squeeze them against the fluffy padding, looked back at his poofy butt to wiggle his tail with a *crink* *crink* *crink*. "I... I feel good," he said, giving a shy little smile as he looked back at his companions. "Good. Then you can keep it on for the rest of the party," said the badger. "And don't even think about arguing with me. You deserve to be healthy and happy, got it?" "Y-you don't think they'll make fun of me?" asked the bunny, with worry on his face. "Not a chance," said the badger, making a fist. "Not on my watch." "No fighting," said momma mouse. "you'll set a bad example for the little ones. Speaking of little ones, this nursery would make a wonderful daycare for all the pups, kits, and hatchies... would you think of sharing this wonderful space, bunny?" The bunny nodded reluctantly. "Yeah... It's kind of a private thing for me but... I suppose I can share." He felt guilty saying no right off the bat, but he was still getting used to the idea of other people even knowing about his biggest secret, much less being in his space for what had always been a solitary indulgence. "I might just think about it a bit." Mr. Badger picked up the bunny on one arm and carried him out of the nursery, patting his butt and praising him for being such a good little bunny. Soon, the four of them appeared in the living room once more, the bunny clinging to Mr. Badger and hiding his face in his shoulder. The badger set the understandably nervous bunny down and patted his butt. "There we are. Much better. Now go play, little bunny friend." "Hey, broski!" said the lizard, who was still in a diaper. "We're twins! How about that? These diapers are great!" The bunny looked up from his fidgeting paws as he heard murmurs of agreement around the room and saw that many of the other animals were diapered as well. His jaw dropped. He was speechless for a minute, then he began to tear up. "Th-thank you!" said the bunny, and he hugged the bigger lizard around the waist. "Was it something I said?" asked the lizard, shrugging. But of course, he understood what the rabbit meant. He patted the bunny's back and stroked his fur. "To our new neighbor. Happy burrow warming!" There was applause and cheers from all his neighbors. "And guess what?" added the field mouse. "He's agreed to let us use the nursery as our daycare!" This drew an excited response as the moms and dads were only too happy for the respite daycare offered. The bunny stood up a little straighter after that, feeling a little proud that he could help out after everything everyone had done for him. "So," said the field mouse turning back to the bunny. "No more secrets, okay? We help each other, and that means being open and honest with each other. Stronger together, right everyone?" "Stronger together," the other animals called in response to hearing their favorite motto. The bunny nodded meekly. "I understand. No more secrets." After that day, the bunny no longer hid his drawing skills or his diapers from the rest of the burrow denizens. In fact, it made such a difference in his anxiety, his neighbors took turns making sure he was diapered all the time. Like Mr. Badger said, it took a village to raise a pup, and luckily, this one had a daycare that was just perfect for him.

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Cold does have the power! Here's the next chapter. Let's see what he does with it! Room for Rent By Champ (Patreon.com/ChampTehOtter) Chapter 9: Baby Steps Colt spent the next couple weeks with Robbie simply getting him used to his new lifestyle, and above all, comfortable being little around the house. Robbie, for his part, seemed to grow right into the role of Daddy's little boy, and never seemed to get enough uppies and cuddles from Colt. With Colt's help, he washed his hands before and after every meal, brushed his teeth, and even used the potty before bath time. Robbie helped in the kitchen when it was safe, helping Colt prepare veggies, stir ingredients, or wash dishes - as long as it didn't involve anything sharp. He also had plenty of blushy moments. One of he blushiest was when he ran through the house one too many times and had to spend the day crawling on all fours. By the end of the week, Rob finally stopped blushing whenever Colt came into the room to find him playing with his baby toys in his playpen. He stopped tugging down his BattleMon shirt to hide his diaper when Colt answered the door. He stopped focusing so much on how silly he might look to others, or how he *should* be acting rather than how he felt. That's when Colt decided he was ready for the next step. "Why are we going out again?" asked Rob, who had grown used to staying indoors all the time. "I haven't gone grocery shopping and we're running out of things to make, buddy," said Colt. "And unless you know of a babysitter I can call on short notice, this is the best option." "B-but... I can look after myself," said Robbie, looking down and playing with his hands. "Aww, look at you kiddo. You hardly believe that yourself." Rob blushed as Colt read his mind. How did Colt always seem to know what he was feeling and thinking? Was he really that easy to read? "It's okay kiddo," said Colt with a chuckle, ruffling Robbie's hair. "You won't have to go dressed as a baby. Or... well undressed, I guess..." Robbie looked down as if he suddenly remembered that his outfit for the past weeks was nothing more than a diaper, with the occasional T-Shirt in the evenings. "Oh my gosh! I can't go like this," said Robbie. "Oh, oh, and my hair! I haven't even looked at it... Oh gosh..." "Robbie? Robbie," said Colt, kneeling down and holding Robbie by the shoulders. "Don't worry about it. You look fine. Why don't you put on something fun. Maybe one of your jammies?" Robbie's eyes lit up. That was the perfect idea! He nodded, and took Colt's hand, causing Colt to smile as he was pulled to the bedroom. This was a big change from the Robbie who would run off at the drop of a hat. Robbie now knew that he needed to hold Colt's hand when he went somewhere unless he was safe in his high chair, crib, or playpen. "That looks like the perfect outfit," said Colt, smiling as Robbie held up his astronaut outfit. Colt had gotten Robbie a lot of new clothes to add to the collection that was already in the nursery from before Robbie had come. Colt was glad to have someone lighting up his nursery again with their happy smiles and giggles. Colt took the outfit from Robbie and unzipped it for him to step into. Robbie hesitated. "What's wrong buddy? You love your space suit." "Um..." Robbie was beet red. "Do I have to wear a diaper.... You know... when we go out?" "Good boys wear their diapers all the, kiddo," said Colt, fixing his eyes on Robbie's. "You're a good boy, aren't you?" Robbie felt the tingly feeling of being called a good boy and the embarrassment of going out in a diaper clashing, and began to get overwhelmed. "I-I-I-I c-c-c-c-c I'm.... I... Daddyyyyy..." He hugged onto Colt and squeezed his eyes shut. "Oh honey, you're trembling!" said Colt, picking Robbie up and holding him close. He shushed Robbie and patted his padded butt. "Shh, shh, shh, sweetie. It's okay. Daddy's here. You are a good boy. Yes you are!" Colt nuzzled the boy until his breathing slowed and he began to calm down. Then he continued to do it until Robbie started to giggle. "Dadyyyy!" said Robbie, squirming and giggling as Colt gave him kissies all up and down his neck. "You're makin me all squirmy!" "Uh oh! Does my little boy have a squirmy wormy?" "Daddy! Don't call it that!" "What? A squirmy wormy?" Colt plopped Robbie down on the changing table and squeezed the front of his diaper. "Don't think Daddy forgot how much you love your diapees." Robbie moaned at the sudden pleasure and shook his head. "I'm innocent until proven guilty?" Colt laughed. "Nice try, little man. Is that a challenge? Because I can get Mr. Buzz Buzz and see who is guilty of being a little diaper spunker." Colt's teasing session with Robbie eventually led to a very blushy buzzing session, a very sticky diaper, and a much calmer Robbie. Colt was still going to take him out in public, and they really did need to get something for dinner, but he was trying to avoid the obvious route of telling Robbie it was 'time to be little'. Robbie needed to get comfortable being himself with or without Colt's suggestions, and he wanted big Robbie to take a back seat today on his own and give up that little bit of control - control over what he looked like to other people - to Colt. "There we are," he told a panting Robbie. "Feeling better now?" "Yes, Daddy!" said Robbie, lying on his back and basking in the afterglow of the first orgasm he'd had all day. Colt had helped him get lots of fun time in his diaper but lately, he was being more selective about when Robbie got to seed his pamps, and it always seemed to be at the perfect time to soften his decision making abilities and help him say yes to Colt. It didn't matter that he noticed this, it still worked. And he knew what was coming next, or at least he thought he did. "Okay, kiddo. I guess it's time to change you into a pull-up." "What?!" "Well, you said you didn't want to wear a diaper out, so you can wear a pull-up." Colt wasted no time in taking off the tapes and wiping down Robbie's diaper area. Robbie suddenly felt nervous. He was so used to his diapers by now, he didn't really want to go back to pull-ups. "Um... can't I just stay home?" he asked, blushing slightly as Colt held up a fresh pull-up. "We already went over that, sweetie. We don't have a babysitter for you. Now come on and lift your legs for me, lil dude, we gotta get going." "But what if I have an accident? What if I get all scared?" He suddenly wanted to hold Mr. Cuddles very badly. "Oh, I see what's going on," said Colt. "The little boy doesn't want to be in pull-ups. Is it because you know you need diapers? Are you just playing a game with Daddy?" "N-no!" said Rob, defiantly. "I don't want anyone to find out is all." "And why would that be, lil dude?" asked Colt, setting his elbows on the table and looking at Rob's eyes intently. "Cause I'm embarrassed and they're gonna make fun of me." "Embarrassed about being a good boy? That doesn't make sense," said Colt, making a silly face. "Daddyyyy," said Robbie, trying not to giggle. "This is serious." "The only thing that's serious is the spanking this little boy is gonna get from breaking Daddy's rules. You know what my number one rules are, don't you, kiddo?" Robbie nodded, and looked down, abashed. "Yeah..." "Well? What are they?" "No saying sorry and no being ashamed of who I am..." "Or what you need," added Colt. "And for that matter, you aren't supposed to be hiding anything from me, so why should you hide it from anyone else, huh? You think that as soon as you walk out that door Daddy's rules stop?" Robbie shook his head. "No, Daddy! I didn't mean it that way..." "Good, because you were about to hurt Daddy's feelings," said Colt. "And you know who else wants to see you be a good boy?" Robbie shook his head no. "Mr. Cuddles. Now you know that Mr. Cuddles is very proud of you for being so good these past two weeks. You wouldn't wanna let him down now, would you?" "No way," said Rob, in a way that made Colt break into a big smile despite himself. Robbie could be just so cute just from being his natural self, and this was the perfect example. "That's right, kiddo," chuckled Colt. "But I understand if you're not ready to be little out in public yet. So. I'm giving you TWO choices for when we go out. It's pull-ups or pampers. That's it." He grabbed the pull up and a diaper which was stacked below the changing table and held them both up. "So what'll it be?" Robbie hesitated for a moment, so he added, "Keep in mind if you choose diapers then it's diapers whenever you leave the house, no exceptions, but if you choose pull-ups, the same rules apply. You have to keep from having an accident while you're awake or I won't give you a choice after that." Robbie looked back and forth between them. He didn't want to have to wear diapers whenever he left the house, so he pointed to the pull-up. "That one!" He just didn't feel ready to wear his crinkles out yet. "Oh? A big boy, huh? Okay, kiddo. Here we go," Colt then made rocket ship noises making Robbie giggle as he lifted his legs for the pull-up. "Touch down in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1..." Colt soon had Robbie dressed in his space outfit and brought him downstairs to put his shoes on. Robbie also hadn't worn shoes in the past two weeks and didn't find them very comfortable. "Gosh, well, I could carry you to the car, but I thought you didn't want to be a baby in public? Or have you decided to be a good boy and be little for Daddy outside too?" "I don't wanna be a baby out there," Robbie said firmly. "Okay, kiddo, I won't push you," said Colt, kissing Robbie on the head. They were off, but again Robbie hesitated before they left. "What's the problem little dude?" asked Colt. "Um..." Robbie looked at the floor playing with his shoes, and then suddenly blurted out, "Mr. Cuddles wants to come too!" Colt thought for a second. "Well... I don't know if big boys take their teddies with them outside..." "Do too!" said Robbie. "You let me take him to work before, remember?" Colt laughed. "Okay, okay, that's true. You know you'd make a good lawyer yourself, kiddo! Go get your teddy." Robbie threw his arms up in victory and ran to get his teddy. "Ah ah ah! No running!" called Colt, who chuckled and shook his head. Would that little boy ever learn? Probably not. ***** Robbie cuddled the stuffed bear in the 'big boy' front seat as Colt drove them to fast food - the first he'd had in some time now. "And what are you gonna get, Robbie?" "Nuggies!" he exclaimed. Colt just laughed. "That's a small meal for a big boy, isn't it?" Rob smirked back at Colt. "Noooo. I didn't even think you ate fast food, Daddy! What with all your healthy stuff." Robbie made a disgusted face and stuck his tongue out. Colt grinned back at Robbie. "I usually don't, But that's what I get for waiting too long to get groceries. Later we'll have to..." he trailed off as he caught sight of Robbie cuddling his teddy. "Aww.." He decided to let his little space-man enjoy his cuddle time. The more Robbie could just be himself while out and about, the better from Colt's perspective. Robbie always felt so much more relaxed when he could just nuzzle his little buddy, sniffing his fur just gave him a nice wave of calmness and wellbeing. He didn't even notice as they pulled into line at the beachside McBurger's because he was too busy enjoying cuddle time with his bear. “I wish I could take you everywhere,” he murmured to Mr. Cuddles. “What was that?” asked Colt, as they neared the drive through menu. “Huh? Nothing,” said Rob, quickly tossing his teddy into the back seat once he realized where they were. “I heard you,” said Colt. “Don’t tell me that was nothing. Go get that teddy! He doesn’t like to be alone in the back seat. “I don’t want anyone to see!” whined Rob. “You don’t want anyone to see. You can go out in your one-piece astronaut pajamas but the teddy is where you draw the line, huh?” Robbie just nodded. “Get your butt back there and snuggle that teddy or I’m not going to get you any nuggets.” “No nuggets?” asked Robbie, worried. “That’s not fair!” “It’s not fair that you threw poor Mr. Cuddles in the back either, is it? You’re gonna hurt his feelings.” “I-I didn’t mean to…” said Robbie, his lower lip trembling. “Listen, Robbie. If you want to bring Mr. Cuddles with you when you go out, then you’re going to bring him with you when you go out. There’s no reason why you can’t.” “But it’s embarr-“ “It’ll be more embarrassing if I pull you over my lap and tan your butt at the window. Now get back there and snuggle your teddy – you can stay in the back if that helps. Sorry about that,” Colt said into the receiver as Robbie hustled out of the car and into the back seat with his teddy. “No problem,” said the voice of the cashier. “So I take it they’re having a kids meal? Chicken nuggets was it?” “Yeah. Nuggets with honey for the little guy and make that a milk for the drink. I’ll have a Chicken Slamwich with pickle soda to drink. Make it dill. None of that sweet stuff!” “You got it. One big boy meal and one toddler meal coming right up. See you at the window.” “I don’t see you cuddling, Robbie," called Colt in a sing-song voice. Robbie reluctantly snuggled his teddy. Once he started, it was easy for him to calm back down and slip into a euphoric state of bliss, closing his eyes and sucking his thumb as they drove up to the window. “That’ll be $7.50 will you be paying with…. Aww, well isn’t that the cutest thing. Hey guys, take a look at this!” The employees piled into the window to catch a glimpse of the adorable young man in his space-suit jammies cuddling his teddy and sucking his thumb. He was so blissed out he barely noticed, but that wasn’t the only thing that happened. Moments later a wet spot appeared to spread from between his legs. “Uh oh! Spaceman spiff has sprung a leak!” said the guy at the window. “Oh no…Robbie!” exclaimed Colt. “Whuh?” Robbie looked around a bit confused as he pulled his thumb out of his mouth. It took him only a second to take in the scene. The group of people at the window. The growing yellow patch between his legs. Colt’s stern face. “Aaah! I’m s-s-s-s-so s-s-s-s-ssorrrryyyyyyy!” He squeaked, grabbing his crotch with both hands. But it was too late. Whatever was coming out was coming out and he couldn’t stop it. “Quick!” said Colt, grabbing an absorbent underpad from the center console. “Sit on this!” Robbie grabbed it and planted his soggy tush on the pad, mortified beyond words. Colt, for his part, had a mental facepalm moment for not taking that precaution in the first place. “Here, I’ll pay with plastic,” said Colt, handing the card over to the cashier. “Which is what this little super soaker is gonna be wearing beneath his jammies from now on.” Peals of laughter and commiserating comments of “poor guy,” could be heard from the employees as they returned to their stations. “We’re gonna have to wash those jammies pronto, kid,” said Colt. “Nasa didn’t make their space suits in yellow!” Robbie blushed. It was bad enough he had peed himself in front of Brandon. Now he was having accidents in front of total strangers. "Well, that didn't last long, did it?" asked Colt as they drove home. Colt wasn't surprised in the least at what had happened. In fact, he had somewhat expected it. However, sometimes people have to learn on their own what their limitations are, and he wasn't the type to tell Robbie what he couldn't do. No, Robbie would explore and discover that for himself. "It was an accident," said Robbie. "Yeah, you're having daytime accidents hon, and you know what that means, don't you? You remember what I said today, and way back when I gave you a choice of underwear and you picked diapers?" Robbie nodded. The wheels were turning in his head. When he picked diapers, it had been on the spur of the moment. He hadn't thought about wearing them outside of the house. How to get out of wearing embarrassing diapers wherever they went? Suddenly he smiled. He thought he might have just found a loophole. "W-well, it's night now, isn't it?" "Yeah, but you're not asleep in bed, little dude. You're awake and here with me." "Oh, but that only happened because I fell asleep for a second. So it doesn't really count, right?" Colt smiled back at Robbie. "Oh, so you don't know when you're going to go to sleep? Then we should definitely keep you padded at all times." Robbie gasped. "W-wait, no! That's n-not what I..." "Ah ah, Robbie. You forget that I'm a contract lawyer. This is what I think about for a living. Now you've already signed everything you've agreed to in ink in our lease, And you know that good boys stick to their word, don't you?" Robbie whimpered and nodded, squeezing Mr. Cuddles tight. He was suddenly hard again, despite his cold and clammy pee-pee soaked pajamas. When they got home, Colt hurried Rob up to the nursery for his change. "Come on, kiddo. Let's get you changed quick before the food is cold." Colt zipped off Robbie's space-suit jammies, tossing them in the hamper and then sat him on the changing table. Robbie lay back, humiliated at his own failure to stay dry while Colt wiped down his pissy crotch and thighs with baby-scented wet wipes. Robbie looked down at the teddy-bear in his arms, then over to the package of wipes that Colt was grabbing from. Even the package of wipes was covered with colorful babyish designs. "Daddy?" he said, quietly as Colt tossed out the wipes and grabbed a fresh diaper for his boy. "Yes, baby?" asked Colt, Fluffing out the diaper. "Am I gonna have to be a baby forever?" he asked. "Only if you want to," said Colt as he placed the boy's bum on the soft, fluffy padding with a crinkle, "provided that's really what you feel inside and you're not just feeling that way out of shame or fear of being embarrassed." "B-but I don't like being embarrassed," whined Robbie. "And we're gonna work on making sure you don't get embarrassed," said Colt, picking up the powder. "But that doesn't mean hiding or trying to change who you are. It means learning to be proud of who you are." Robbie smiled a little bit and relaxed as the soothing smell of powder hit his nose. "Even if who I am is a silly boy that wears diapers?" asked Robbie, reciting the words that Colt had said so many times over the past two weeks. "Even if who you are is a silly boy that wears diapers," said Colt, smiling as his warm hands spread the cool powder on Robbie's thighs, tush, and bits. "And that is who you are, Robbie. And I don't see that changing anytime soon. But if it does, and this stops being fun for you, you won't have to be a baby anymore." "Promise?" asked Robbie. "Of course, champ," said Colt, pulling out the diaper and taping it wide for an extra waddle. "I love you, Robbie, and I just want you to be a good boy. It's not about you staying diapered, it's about you being true to yourself. Well," he added, throwing up a hand as his eyes looked upward and to the side, "and protecting the furniture." "Daddyyyy," said Robbie, hiding blushing his face in Mr. Cuddles once more. "That's right, my pokey little boy," said Colt, giving the front of Robbie's tenting diaper a little squeeze. "All done! We can take care of that later. Right now, it's time to eat!" he said, giving Robbie's little tum tum a kiss before picking him up and carrying him downstairs. ***** That Night after putting Robbie to bed in his crib, Colt caught up on his daily update of Brandon's progress. This video was narrated by Dr. Stannopoulis himself. "The patient has been extremely uncooperative and defiant when it comes to his regular catheter changes, so we've tried a different route. With our new delayed action botulinum toxin injections into the muscles along his urinary tract, he should have no control at all. What's more, thanks to the delay, he can experience the change as a real accident while conscious. Observe." Brandon sat there sulking in the naughty corner of the 'preschool' room with his 'My Pretty Unicorn' pony plush and his pony diapers while students on the camera-person's side of the glass scribbled furiously in their notebooks. Then, all of the sudden he dropped his plush and looked down in horror between his legs as a wet spot began to spread rapidly. He grabbed at the front of his diaper as his face grew bright red, and looked around to see if anyone was looking. "To him, he's just sitting in the naughty corner with a smart-board along the wall, just like what the teacher might use if this were a lecture hall," said Dr. S, more for the benefits of his remote observers than his regular students. "He has no idea he's being observed right now, or about the injections. All he knows is that we had to give up on the catheter and let him try to prove he doesn't need them. Let's see what he does." Brandon looked over the low bookshelf dividing him from the 'reading' corner and saw that the other attendants and their charges were occupied with potty practice time. He looked around and called another 'adult kid' over, then grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into the naughty corner area. He said some more words which were recorded by a hidden mic and transcribed by sound engineers in the nearby listening room. "That's right, diaper dumbass. Lay your ass down right there. I'm not going to get caught in wet diapers again. You can take the blame. And you'd better stay quiet or I'll make your day very painful." The man began to sniffle as Brandon untaped his diaper and then began to wet himself. Brandon cursed at him in annoyance. Before Brandon could do anything else, the man began to bawl, attracting the attention of the nearest attendant, who caught Brandon red-handed. "So, you were trying to make little Jackie take your yellow card on the potty chart, hmm?" The attendant grabbed Brandon by the arm, and led Jackie away more gently over to the changing tables. The room full of littles was all paying attention now as two red-faced boys were marched over to be changed. Jackie was put into a fresh new diaper and given hugs and praise while Brandon - rather than being changed - got the privilege of getting Jackie's old diaper taped on over his own with plenty of holes in the backing to allow his pee to soak both layers in the coming hours. He was then put in locking plastic pants and mitts and led by the arm back to the naughty corner, where he sat and sulked once more. "And so the little one learns that cheaters never prosper," concluded Dr. S, prompting chuckles and murmurs of assent from his spellbound students. Colt sighed and set aside his phone to charge. Each day watching Brandon go through the program was as satisfying as the last. He really did think the program would make Brandon a better person. Of course, he still was intent on seeing that person be a big baby who never got the chance to harm anyone ever again. He knew anger and revenge were toxic motivations, but he had no sympathy for people who harmed those weaker than themselves. Especially when that person was his little Robbie. Then he looked down between his legs. "Well, this is something," he said. He had gotten a rage-boner. He spent the next several minutes taking care of his pokey predicament as he thought about Brandon's future life as a permanently diapered little. Room for Rent Ch. 9 (2021).pdf

New Chapter I've been meaning to post. Enjoy, and let me know what you think! Babied by Billy By Champ (Patreon.com/ChampTehOtter) Chapter 18: Shitting Bricks Billy’s phone went off and when he looked at the name that showed up, his face went white as a sheet. He looked like he would be sick to his stomach as he hit the ‘accept’ button and with a trembling hand brought the phone up to his ear. “Sir. I’m so sorry – I. What? Turn around? What are you talking abou-” The phone fell from his hands and clattered to the ground as the director himself came strolling over, hands in his pockets as if he just happened to run into us on a casual walk though campus. But like everything he did, this was carefully orchestrated. “Billy, Billy, Billy,” he said, shaking his head. Billy immediately began to whimper and whine. “I didn’t know, sir! I-I-I d-didn’t mean to, I mean, I didn’t know!” “Shut it, Billy,” said the Director, making a closing motion with his right hand. Billy immediately stopped talking and stood there, looking like he was about to shit his pants. After a pause, Dr. Stannopoulis continued. “The babysitter's club, huh? Well... I think it’s a great idea, Billy. I’m really not sure how you stumbled into such an opportunity, but you did good, for once.” Billy let out a breath, relieved he wasn’t in trouble after all. "But Jimmy here... he's not quite done with his training. You know that when you and Tank go to this event tonight, the two of you are going to have to be extra careful to avoid bringing any negative attention to the program and its staff. And if Jimmy should do something... out of character... I'll be holding the two of you personally responsible." Billy was shocked. "Me? And Tank? T-t-tonight? But sir, I can't-" "Well you have to," barked the director, causing the two of us to jump. He was rippling with so much repressed anger that I could practically see it coming off his body as an aura. I realized his slow, measured demeanor right then was not calm but rather a gargantuan effort to hold back his rage and Billy was just poking the bear harder. "You... have put me.... in a really tight spot... with your theatrics... Billy. That fucking agreement... was broadcast all across our social media feeds. There are already hundreds of responses of people excited to see this meeting, so now we have to follow through." Billy's mouth flapped like a fish and he scrambled to save the situation. "W-w-w- we can cancel, I can just c-call the number and-" "My people are already working on it. You will be there tonight. Keep an eye on that phone," said the director, who had regained his composure and was eyeing the phone on the ground with distaste, "because the details will follow shortly." "Y-yes, s-s-sir," said Billy, looking like he had just swallowed a lemon. I really had to hand it to Shelley. She had played the perfect game of chess with the director via his own pawn. Not only was her club going to be the next thing on everybody’s browser history, she could easily use the event to raise the profile of the club and get more funding. I mean, who wouldn’t want a ticket to see the world's biggest baby and learn all the lurid details of my life? I didn't exactly look forward to such an exposé, but it was worth it to see these two assholes squirm. "Oh, and one more thing," said the Director, just when it seemed the conversation was over. "Y-yes sir?" asked Billy. The director sat down and patted his lap. Billy's face fell. "N-no! No, no, no... please...!" The director's eyes widened and he gave Billy a glare so hard I thought lasers were going to shoot out. Billy flew onto his lap faster than a pigeon on a french fry. In seconds, his pants were around his ankles and the director was playing patty cake with Billy's bum. Hiis hand rained down furiously, sending slaps that echoed across campus with every angry word. "DON'T. YOU. EVER. SCHEDULE. ANYTHING. WITHOUT. MY. PERMISSION. AGAIN." Billy cried out as he was spanked, and several people turned to look their way to see what the commotion was. A couple school peace officers even walked over but one held his hand out to stop the other when they saw who it was. They just stood by and watched as Billy got his ass beat. When he was done, the director told Billy to stand up and looked down at his own pants, which had a visible wet stain on the crotch. "I guess Jimmy isn't the only one with a potty problem, is he, little Billy?" Billy shook his head and looked even more scared. "No... no not that... Anything but..." He cut himself short when he got another warning glare from the director, not even daring to bend down and pull up his pants. I watched from the stroller with a smile on my face as his scarlet butt cheeks stuck out on full display so everyone could see the spanked and humiliated frat-boy. Several passers-by laughed and even took photos. The director stood up, reached into a bag he had set down beside him, and pulled out a pack of DryNites XL. He tossed them to the castigated jock-boy who caught it out of reflex more than anything. "Good to see you still have those catching skills, Billy. And I'm sure you want to keep them. I will remind you that we're running a legitimate operation here, Billy, not some fucking sideshow attraction. You'll be wearing these until you redeem yourself. One more fuck-up, and you're going to be drooling in diapers next to Jimmy here, and making him look like a fucking doctoral candidate. Am I understood?" "Crystal clear," squeaked Billy. "Good now go put one on. Or do I have to do it myself?" "No sir! I can do it sir!" Billy snapped to attention so fast it gave me whiplash. "Good. Now go. And pull your damn pants up." The director then turned and walked away as dignified as one can when your lap is covered in someone else's piss. I wanted to make a snide remark and rub it in Billy's face, but I thought it was better to let Billy stew in his emotions for a while. Soon Billy had wheeled me over to the nearest bathroom and Billy had conscripted some nearby frat-bro in a backward baseball cap to watch my stroller while he went in the bathroom to 'take care of something'. "Haha! Nice one, bro," said my temporary babysitter when he saw the package of pull-ups in Billy's hand. "Who's the unlucky freshie?" "Shut up," said Billy, looking mad enough to spit as he walked into the bathroom with the package. The guy in the backward baseball cap crossed his arms, and leaned against the wall with his foot up in an attempt to look cool while watching over an overgrown infant. "'Sup, little dude?" asked the guy with a nod. I just stared back at him. It was real awkward. A few minutes later Billy came back out with a bag that was one pull-up lighter. "Dude! Who did you diaper?" said the guy, nodding and raising his eyebrows conspiratorially. "Shut the fuck up, or you're next," said Billy. The man put his hand over his mouth as his eyebrows went up. "Oh shit. Are you... is it you, bro? Are you diapering yourself?" "You're dead, loser!" growled Billy, but the guy just kept saying "Ohhhhh shit. Ohhh shit," holding up his fist to his mouth and laughing as he jogged backwards away from the scene. "Just wait til the guys hear about this one!" Billy stood there watching the guy leave, his fists clenching and unclenching. He looked from him to my stroller and back, clearly weighing the risks and benefits of leaving me for a minute to beat this kid's ass. Ultimately, his own self-preservation won out and he grabbed the handles. I didn't have to see him to know that he was white-knuckling them all the way to Biology 101. "Be you fucking loved that, didn't you, twerp?" His voice was so low and husky that I almost didn't realize he was speaking. I looked up at him, raised my fist, and gave him the middle finger. He just looked at me and looked up at the ceiling. "You too, huh?" he muttered. He was clearly done with today and there was little I could do to make him feel worse in that moment, so I considered my job well done. Classes went as well as you might expect. In Biology 101, The Biology professor arched his eyebrows at the sight of Billy leading me in in my outlandish attire but said nothing. Billy looked down at me and explained. “Your professors responded to the news of your condition with… varying degrees of enthusiasm, but they have no choice – they have to accommodate you.” He went through the motions of babying me, but I could tell his heart wasn't in it. That streak of cruel glee just wasn't there. It was halfway into my first bottle feeding when I looked up and realized nobody was paying attention to the lecture. The professor did his best to go on, but his lesson was clearly shot. Then I sharted. Loudly. The smell soon stank up the whole room as the cannons continued to fire into my diaper. "Whew. Must be all that formula," said Billy, waving a hand in front of his face and giving me a momentary smirk that soon faded away again. Billy began to undress me for a diaper change while classmates gasped, laughed, and chattered. It was at this point that the professor threw his chalk on the ground and stalked out of the room. I felt bad for disrupting class but I had to remind myself it wasn't my fault. Besides, the more untenable my position as a student on campus was, the more chance I had of getting expelled and avoiding 12 units of classroom humiliation a semester. Yeah. Becoming a spectacle everywhere I went was a good thing. Not convinced yet? Me neither. As detached as I tried to be, the public diaper changes were undeniably humiliating. Everyone saw my poopy bottom and tiny pathetic hairless penis dribbling pee as I was wiped down and changed right in the middle of class. I felt so emasculated, though I had to smirk a little as he placed a wet wipe over my penis to keep from getting squirted in the face again. World History went a little better. The professor, ever the gentleman, was there early and, being very old-fashioned, had set his cane and bowler down on the desk and greeted students as they entered. As soon as he saw us come in, he rushed over to us, his moustaches lowered in an expression of concern as he addressed me in particular. Me, rather than my wardens, like everyone else had done. “Are you alright, young man? I was so worried after yesterday’s class.” “He’s fine,” answered Billy, before I could respond. “He didn't mean to cause any worry. He was just embarrassed because he pooped his pants in front of everyone." “Not to worry, young man," said the professor with an avuncular smile, "there’s nothing to be ashamed of. We have doors and windows. Next time something like that happens, I don’t want you running off like that. You gave us all a good scare.” I nodded. “Thowwy thir,” I said through my binky, looking down at the ground. And I meant it. As mad as I was, I liked this man, and he had been nothing but kind to me all semester. I wasn't like Billy. I didn't want to ruin someone's day just to to it. “Jimmy’s going to have someone looking after him in every class so it won’t happen again. Actually, could I talk to you in private for a minute?” Billy and the professor stood out of earshot while I sat there in my stroller. Feeling rather foolish. After a brief discussion and a pat on the back, the professor looked much more reassured. So did Billy. Could it be? It almost seemed like he was behaving like a competent caretaker. Again I was fed a bottle, and again I messed in class. If you're beginning to see a pattern here, then congratulations. You deserve a cookie. That's right, I filled my diaper. I packed my diapers with fudge and there was nothing I could do to stop it. At first I panicked and tried to stop it but I couldn't. "Just drink your baba," said Billy, in a quiet, calm voice. "Nothing you can do to stop it anyway, dork." And sure enough It just mushed out of me. Once windows were opened and the class settled down, the professor continued on with his lecture, giving me a wink and a nod. Once class was over, Billy took the liberty of changing me right on the desk at the front of the room, and the professor graciously removed his hat and cane to let him do it. Whoopee. For once, I wished the man wasn't so damned cordial. Mercifully, Billy was a practiced hand at changing diapers and I was out of mine relatively quickly. There was only one more class, and that was Calculus. However, my heart nearly stopped when I saw who my babysitter was going to be. Babied by Billy Ch. 18.pdf