marxthebaby

Daddy sighed when she spit up on him. It felt disgusting, but he didn’t want to offend his baby girl by saying that. Instead, he simply told her, “Next time, I’m putting a towel on my shoulder before I burp you.” and wiped it up as though not much had happened. “It’s fine, just make sure that you don’t make a habit of it. Okay, baby girl?” He cooed, lifting her up under her armpits and carrying her into the living room. “But even though I know you didn’t mean it, I still need to punish you. Spitting up on Daddy, accident or not, is a very bad thing to do, princess.” Daddy glanced at his pretty baby and asked, “Would my little princess like to have Daddy’s cock in her pussy now or would she rather be spanked first and fucked after?” What he didn’t tell her was that she wasn’t going to be coming during the aforementioned sex session, not if he could help it.

Bill was also clearly flabbergasted, but he couldn’t be entirely unhappy about this. Part of him never liked having all that responsibility weighing on him, but at the same time, the fact that refusing would keep him from inheriting a thing was enough to confuse the man. He’d known he was immature in the office, but never expected his father to be aware of it at all, and the fact Daddy was going to be in charge of him now legally was actually enthralling as well as strange. He glanced at the man in question but didn’t protest. Everyone in the room but Daddy would expect him to throw one of his infamous tantrums by now, but he honestly understood why his father would do this. “Okay. Sounds good t’ me.” The man murmured, rubbing his eyes and lifting his head a bit. “I..do have growing up to do, and you’d probably do a better job as a boss then me right now.“ Naturally, this flooded just about everyone. Bill, admitting he needed to grow up and relinquishing his long-awaited position to David so readily? And actually complimenting him, too? That was a first.

Aizawa tried to help. “It..dis one.” He cooed, writing the correct equation down with a shaky hand.

Aizawa nodded shakily, smiling up at Midnight. “Mm-hm! I ‘elp.”

Aizawa sat up a bit in Midnight’s arms, and cooed, “S-shay hewwo.” He slurred out his words, but it was obvious what the baby wanted to do. Still a bit drooly, he was embarrassed but kept his head up.

Mt. Lady allowed the other woman to sleep, and did smell that she was wet that following morning. She smiled fondly, ruffling her hair. “You okay, sleepyhead? Mommy has to get up and make her little girl some num-nums.”

Aizawa just curled up in her arms, resting his cheek on her shoulder. He whined softly, embarrassed to be seen like this. The man saw Mina doing work and looked up at Midnight, drooling a bit, “I ‘elp?” His words came out slurred, but he hoped Midnight knew what he wanted to do.

Aizawa tried to nod, and wound up sinking into her grip, unable to move himself properly. Drooling, he did manage to give her a shaky sort of imitation of a nod, before curling up, dribbling on himself like any other baby. “Uh-huuuh.”

Aizawa was unbelievably confused, unable to move properly and stuck in a onesie and diaper like a big baby. He did like that Midnight let him see his surroundings, allowed his eyes adjust to the bright lights as he was held. When she called herself his Mommy, he tried asking what she meant, “Ma-ma?” He couldn’t say “mommy”, so he did his best with what he had.

Aizawa’s mouth felt funny. He didn’t know what was going on and didn’t recognize anyone because his vision wasn’t the best at the moment. Drooling, he lifted his head a little and realized that was all he could really do, besides move his arms and legs, and even then they didn’t move how he wanted. He did recognize what was being said, though. “Ba-bahbee?”

She smiled when Midnight acted like a baby. “Of course, baby girl. Mommy will let you sleep with her.” Mt. Lady cooed, carrying her to her bed and laying her down under the soft covers before getting in herself, holding Midnight close.

Mt. Lady got out some earmuffs to muffle the sound and put them on her. She would see if she could get some noise-canceling earplugs or something tomorrow.

Aizawa collapsed against her when she used her quirk, falling asleep right away. He woke up drooling, his long hair a mess, looking up at a mobile. The man lifted a hand to rub his eyes, and saw that it was covered by fabric. He looked at himself, and realized he was covered by a blanket and in some kind of..crib? Squirming a little, he rubbed his eyes, squinting at his unfamiliar surroundings.

Mt. Lady got up when she heard Midnight start to cry from the baby monitor she put in her room. “Oh, it’s okay, baby. I’m sorry, Mommy shouldn’t have left you here.” She apologized, scooping the woman up. She ignored the messy diaper for now, instead rocking her and humming a tune to hopefully distract from the noise outside.

Aizawa stared at Midnight in visible confusion. “I’m perfectly fine. I don’t work myself too hard at all.” He lied, trying to step around her and out of the classroom.

Daddy didn’t mean to tickle her too much. He wiped away the formula that his baby girl sprayed around with a paper towel, cooing, “Sorry, baby girl. Daddy shouldn’t tickle you while you’re having nummies, huh?” He wouldn’t punish her for laughing; he was the one who made her, after all. Even then, she was just so cute with her diapers, a giggly baby girl who he figured needed nothing more than to stay with Daddy. Daddy took away the bottle when she was all done, praising her. “Good girl, drinking it all up. Now you’ll be nice and full.” He told her, gently picking her up in his arms and rubbing her little distended tummy. She was fussy, so Daddy rocked her in his arms, stroking her back and giving it a few pats as he rested her over his shoulder. “Here we go, honey. Make burpies for Daddy, get that air out. It’ll hurt less that way, I promise.”

Aizawa glanced over at Midnight and blinked a bit. Huh. He hadn’t been expecting her to pay him a visit, but he smiled back tiredly. “It’s going okay. Problem child broke his wrist today but he didn’t break much else.” He admitted, stretching and rubbing his eyes with a yawn.

Mt. Lady smiled and kissed her on the cheek before carrying her into a nursery she had set up. She put the female hero into a crib and turned the lights off, going to bed until the next morning.

I do~

Bill shivered as Daddy held him, thumb nearly straying to his mouth. He didn’t say what he wanted, or tell Daddy he was sorry for being bad, but instead simply cried into his shoulder. “I just..I tried forgetting that he was gone. Like an idiot, I tried keeping myself hidden and just forget but it d-didn’t work.” He admitted, face beet red. Slowly but surely, Bill calmed himself down with Daddy’s reassurances. He hugged him back, smiling faintly with relief when he heard everyone start talking. At least most people understood he was just too upset, too confused and scared to deal with all this at that time. Sorrow and grief plain on his face, he sat down alongside his Daddy, shoulders still shaking with sobs. Wiping his face, Bill looked almost ashamed, ducking his head. “I-I’m sorry. You can..go on.” He murmured faintly, tempted to bury his face into Daddy’s shoulder and just cling to him the whole time. Bill eyed Daddy’s lap, which looked very cozy right about now, and gazed up at him with watery eyes, clinging to his hand tight without realizing.

Bill removed the sodden diaper after hearing what Daddy said, clamming up. He didn’t want anyone to actually find out, as tempting as the thought was; he liked being Daddy’s baby sissy, and really didn’t want that relationship to end. He discreetly cleaned himself up and got rid of the cum-drenched diaper under a load of toilet paper and paper towels, shoving it to the bottom of the trash can so nobody could see it unless they went digging. Like a good sissy, he made sure not a hair was out of place, straightening his tie and smoothing his hair up. He left the bathroom after washing his hands. Immaculately groomed for once, not wearing the diaper, he followed Daddy outside and looked around at everyone. He rubbed his face clean and blinked real tears from his eyes when he saw his father being brought in. Bill wiped his eyes and gazed up at the other man, sorrow plain in his gaze. “...I’m sorry.” He sounded scared, clinging to himself, shoulders trembling with sobs. “I’m so sorry.” He was saying this both to Daddy and his real father, his lower lip quivering. “I..I wish he were still here. It’s-I feel almost like it’s my fault, y’know? Karma for being such a shitty boss, for trying so hard to take my father’s place.”

Bill didn’t struggle, instead lying back in the seat, letting his diaper crinkle and hug his privates, liking how the strap going over his groin and crotch pressed against the front of the diaper into his cock every time they went over a bump. He blushed when Daddy said he thought he’d like wearing the diaper under his big-boy clothes as long as he could, and nodded a bit, confirming that fact. The man stared incredulously at Daddy after being told he could get out whenever he wanted; he really couldn’t, not when he was strapped in so securely, but he didn’t point that out. As Daddy stopped the car and undid the straps, leaving him to get out by himself, he felt almost disappointed. He’d wanted Daddy to carry him. Pouting a little, he climbed out and-probably to the surprise of poor Daddy-adjusted his pants, tightening the belt so it would be a touch more obvious what was hiding underneath. It made his cock hard, thinking of people seeing him like this. Would they mock him? Would Daddy call him a dirty little baby, for getting off while wearing this? The man grinned; he’d love getting punished that way, just as he’d secretly relished in the spanking and scoldings he’d gotten before. He smirked up at Daddy. “I’ll be quick.” Hopefully, Daddy would know something was up when his baby hurried into the bathroom, slipping into a stall and locking it, rolling his pants down to expose his diaper. Was he really going to do this, here of all places? Where someone could hear? Damn right, he was, and Daddy couldn’t stop him. Bill slid a hand over the diaper’s front and gave himself a massage through its poofy surface, not even trying to stifle his cute little moans. He bucked into his own hand, rubbing his bulge harder and eventually climaxing inside the diaper, whining out between moans, “D-Daddy. Please-push down harder, make me wet, please. Let me cum, please, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy-“ Panting, face bright red with exertion and eyes big with arousal, he slumped back against the wall. Cum pooled in his diaper, not leaking yet but pretty damn close. He felt wonderful and disgusting all at the same time. As he left the bathroom, pants up and secured over the now “wet” diaper, he was grinning like he’d just had the best time of his damn life. He sure as hell hoped Daddy heard.

Daddy smiled as his precious baby girl latched onto her bottle, drinking it up. He made sure her terrycloth bib was secure before doing a little bit of cleaning, fixing up the kitchen because he didn’t want there to be a mess. She looked so pretty, sitting in her highchair in a cute purple dress with her diaper exposed, drinking from the baba like any other baby girl. Daddy stroked her hair and smiled, going back to fixing everything up so the kitchen wasn’t dirty. When he was done cleaning and putting everything away, Daddy went right back to check on his baby girl to see how she was doing with her bulk-feeding formula. He heard her whine through the rubber and reaches over, holding the bottle up for her as she drank so she wouldn’t have to grab it herself anymore. “There you go, sweetie. Is that better, baby girl?” He cooed, stroking his baby’s hair again and gently tickling her tummy.

Millie hummed in response, resting her cheek against his neck when she was placed over his shoulder and her back was pat. She burped, blushing a little, and nodded when Daddy said it was time to play dress-up and pretend to be a big, grown-up man. Baby Millie stepped into her dress-up pants, diaper crinkling noisily. The sissy baby felt unusual in her big-boy clothes. Normally she felt somewhat comfy in them, but as she lifted her arms for Daddy to dress her up, Millie realized they felt kinda itchy and a bit tight on her. She adjusted them so they wouldn’t feel as itchy against her body, but the pants were tight despite her efforts to loosen them up. She made sure the suit was on before turning, the bulge of her diaper clearly visible. “I did it, Daddy! All dwessed.” The sissy declared, diaper crinkling as she straightened out the suit.

Millie perked up at the mention of getting shown off, blushing slightly. She nodded eagerly after Daddy mentioned parading her around with a nice pretty dress and her diapies on display, giggling after he tickled her sides, “Mm-hm. I want evewyone to know I’m Daddy’s sissy baby.” For Millie, part of the thrill she got from this so far was from the possibility(however slight) that she would be exposed. That Daddy would carry her out in her diapers and bright pink dress and let everyone see what a baby she really was. The thought made Millie shiver in delight. When Daddy gave her padded bottom a few smacks, making her smile, and then continued speaking, she nodded. “Mm-hm! I like them too! They’re cozy.” That they were; much to Millie’s surprise, she was already starting to enjoy the diapers. They were nice and soft, cushy against her bottom. She watched Daddy make her formula, giggling as he bounced her up and down on his hip. When her bottle was ready, Millie reaches for it, a little hungry. She let him carry her to the chair, giggling happily when he set her in his lap with her head against an arm of the chair. Millie drank like a good baby, grabbing the baba with both hands as she finished it up.