Ketcher

Spencer was a little hesitant stepping out into the hall, but with a little prompting and no other choice he soon toddled to the elevator, which opened to reveal a very fussy baby boy. He screamed and cried incoherently and Spencer watched in horror, trying to catch his eye and prompt him to settle down, to no avail. He scooted a little closer to Mya, pressing himself against her while the other baby got spanked. It was tough to watch and he felt guilty for doing so, his ears burning with secondhand embarrassment for the boy. When they got off he whispered something akin to “poor guy” but it was muffled by his pacifier. After seeing the spanking, the adult baby almost didn’t want to look Mya in the eye. He took the lecture, not daring to protest and nodded his head with a little mumble of “yes mommy.” Looking around, the room was colourful and brightly lit. There were all sorts of diapered adults like him running around, some wearing nothing more than just their diaper. Most of the games were fairly standard, but some activities were very clearly for little babies: A playpen, a bouncer, and a little carousel in the corner. “I wish Abby was here.” He said as they started walking, taking in the sights. “D’you think she’d hate this?”

He purses his lips together as he grapples with his growing incontinence as well as a new feeling of not wanting to stop for a diaper change. Still, he obediently climbs onto the bed, finding it a struggle to hoist his leg up over the mattress with the thick wet padding between his legs. He settles down on the changing pad Mya had laid out for him and opens his legs, happily accepting his binky to suck on while his mommy untaped his diaper and wiped him up. He'd grown to like the feeling of being cleaned and powdered, and having his legs lifted and a new thick diaper spread underneath him. He giggled and cooed behind his pacifier, jerking his legs in a baby's manner and sitting up in his fresh diaper and cute little onesie.

Spencer squeezes his eyes shut and tugs away a little as his face is wiped, insisting he was fine after two or more wipes but conceding to having his hands cleaned. He wriggles as his mommy unfastened the tray from his highchair and hoists him onto the floor, thrilled to be able to walk for a change. "Oh great!" He waddles over to the bed but looks curiously at the new diaper waiting for him next to the onesie. "But I don't need a change, Mommy." He says, looking down at his diapered state and placing a hand on the colourful printed plastic to check himself. He moves his hand down to the bulk between his legs and blushes a little at the fact that he's clearly wet but hadn't noticed. "Oh." The adult baby avoids Mya's eyes, looking smaller now after this realization.

The adult baby squirms a little in his highchair restlessly, beyond ready for some real food. He picks up his sandwich as Mya pops his pacifier out of his mouth and starts eating. He'd grown used to the whole routine: sitting in a high chair, wearing a bib, eating with his hands or being spoon fed by his mommy. Though he still possessed some of the table manners he had when they first met, he no longer asked for utensils. "That doesn't sound half bad!"' He says between bites, his diaper crinkling with every shift in his seat. "I haven't been to an arcade in years. But, do I..." He trails off, thinking better of himself than to ask if he had to go dressed like this. In fact, it'd be weird if he was down there not dressed up like a baby. When he's done eating, Spencer lifts his hands and declares "all done!" Ready for his mommy to let him out of his highchair. There's a bit of peanut butter on the edge of his mouth and some on his bib but his hands are clean.

The adult baby lifted his his arms as Mya lowered th crib, allowing her to pick him up and carry him with one hand under his diapered bottom. He resigned to being placed in the cushioned highchair, the tray getting fastened into place as he's told how cranky he was earlier. Spencer ducks his head a little, sucking on his binky while his mommy ties a bib around his neck and gets him his food. "What's the play area?"

Embarassed and tired, Spencer felt especially little cradled in his mommy's arms with the nipple in his mouth, suckling the bottle rhythmically and letting himself be comforted by the gentle rocking. Each pat of his crinkly diaper under his onesie reminded him of his infantile role, solidifying his helplessness but at the same time relieving him of all his adult responsibilities. It was okay to cry and fuss. It was okay to be in diapers. He suckled away, nursing contently until his bottle was empty, at which point the baby started to stir. He didn't object when Mya propped him against her chest and burped him over her shoulder. "Mama..." He started as he was eased down once more but was gently silenced with his pacifier. It bobbed up and down in his mouth as he began to suck, his eyes growing heavy after his tantrum, the soothing rocking and diaper pats slowly lulling him to sleep. Spencer woke up about an hour later to see that he'd been placed inside his crib. With his binky still in his mouth, he sat up, sitting with his legs spread in a wide V to accommodate his thick diaper, which he had wet during his nap. His last two bottles had caught up with him, creating a soggy diaper that he didn't even seem to notice. He was used to being wet. Now feeling subdued after his nap, he watched Mya eat her grown-up food as he rubbed his eyes, adjusting to the light in the room. "What time is it?"

Shocked with himself just as much as Mya was, it only made Spencer more embarassed and more frustrated, fuelling his cries as he pounded on the bed and pleaded for a diaper. Being obliged didn't make him feel any better, drawing out his caterwauls as he wordlessly berated himself for acting like an infant, continuing the vicious cycle. He was nearly in hysterics by the time Mya had him laid on the changing pad, squirming and sniffling as his mommy laid out the changing supplies and unfolded a thick colourful diaper. He opened his legs so she could position the diaper under him, gradually calming down as she coated his bottom in cream and powder and pulled the front of his diaper up to his waist, taping it tightly in place. Somehow he felt safer this way. He wanted so badly to be a big boy, but he also wanted comfort and coddling for being so little. Crying came naturally now, even when he knew what was wrong. It's just what babies did. Spencer's wails had babyish to shameful whimpers once he had been changed into his diaper. He babbled an attempt at a thank you when Mya snapped up his onesie and lifted his arms to let her pick him up. All that crying had made him thirsty, and he had never been so eager for a bottle. "Baba." The adult baby said when he saw her retrieve the formula from the fridge. He took comfort in being nursed, latching on obediently and suckling with enthusiasm. He was tired and stressed and wanted to go home, but he couldn't do anything about it.

"Like a big inflatable tube?" That didn't sound so bad. A smile crossed Spencer's face and he started to lighten up, only to fade when Mya refused him a diaper. That's fine. He could go without one. That's what he had wanted after all. Self-conscious, Spencer closed the curtains. It was strange not having any bulk between his legs. Rather than feel liberated, he felt naked and anxious. He had only just begun to get settled in when the room service arrived. Having gone to sit on Mya's bed, he was in full view of the waiter, binky in his mouth and the snaps of his onesie hanging open. Quickly, he tugged at the blankets to cover himself, but the tucked in corners made it impossible. Instead he opted to put a pillow over his lap and try to make himself look small, not making eye contact with the waiter except for when Mya said he was only fourteen months. Shocked at this revelation, Spencer's jaw dropped and his pacifier fell from his mouth. His ears were burning with humiliation and his face was bright red, and he could hardly work up the courage to speak. Any semblance of words came out as squeaks and fragments, trying to interrupt and pitifully assert that he was nearly twenty one. Frustrated and embarassed, Spencer threw the pillow to the ground moments after the door closed. At times he could communicate eloquently with words, stating his needs and expertly campaigning for what he thought to be right. He was a businessman at heart. Lately he had resorted to releasing his emotion through babyish tantrums and crying, and right now he was feeling so many emotions. Furious, he scrunched up his face and flailed his arms, unable to suppress the wail of his collective embarrassment. He had so much he wanted to say, but all he could muster was the demand at the front of his mind. "Diaper! Diaper!" He couldn't believe Mya had let someone in and babied him like that. He couldn't believe how much he desperately needed his- "Diaperrrrr!" He didn't want to go swimming! He didn't want to be a baby! He wanted food and to go home and escape it all and forget how much he wanted to be in his- "Dia-a-perrr!!"

Spencer was grateful for the privacy, happy to go into their room and finally get out of his stroller and stretch his legs. He had been looking forward to having his own bed to sleep in, but to his surprise the room was equipped with an adult sized crib and a playpen. "What on earth?" The adult baby removed his pacifier, mouth agape as he was taken out of the stroller and steadied on his feet. "What kind of place is this?" The diapered man explored the room while Mya ordered food, apprehension clear in his voice. "Like at the beach? In proper swim trunks right? I couldn't go in anything else. Really, I'd die. All this has been bad enough." He looked over his shoulder when Mya came up behind him to feel his diaper, and to his surprise had his pants pulled down and his onesie unsnapped while he was standing. "I don't need a change yet!" He exclaimed, shocked that his diaper was removed. He had gotten his wish, but he felt so vulnerable without his diaper on. What if he had to go potty? What about when room service arrived!? "Um, actually I think I should keep it on. The rash isn't that bad."

Spencer blushed as he was quieted by his binky, slouching in his car seat and wrinkling his nose, but he didn't dare spit it out. He needed something to soothe himself and his pacifier did just that. He had become quite dependent on his binky. The whole way there, his eyes glued on the sights outside his window. There he was, in the tropics. This would be his dream vacation if he weren't stuck in a car seat wearing a diaper with cute little animals on it. He wanted to talk about the location, the history and all the things he wanted to do, but all he could manage was a little coo as they passed the ocean, muffled by the steady sucking of his pacifier. He so desperately wanted to be big, but he also knew Mommy wouldn't like that. The hotel was beautiful. Spencer had never seen so many adult babies. It unnerved him, seeing grown adults in diapers and talking like toddlers, but the disgust he would have felt months ago was suppressed by his hypocrisy as he was pushed through the lobby in a stroller with his binky in. His bladder released a little, swelling the thick padding between his legs and making it warm. He tried to stop as the elevator door opened and a family stepped in, but h couldn't stop himself. His eyes flashed up at Mya, then slowly shifted to Emily and he answered in a small voice, his face red. "Hi..."

A fresh wave of embarrassment washes over Spencer as he's pushed through the airport, but it was nothing in comparison to the shame he felt minutes prior being carted around in a messy diaper. His sweat pants concealed some of the bulge of his thick padding, but the binky clipped to the top of his onesie did little to help his cause from the confines of a stroller. Over the last few months he'd grown used to being taken out in public, his need for privacy continually ignored as he was gawked at and whispered about. He'd grown subservient around other adults, much to his own resentment, and no longer fought when they picked him up or checked his diaper. Mike was no exception, though the discomfort and humiliation was evident on Spencer's face as he talked down to him and buckled him into an oversized car seat. "Not for too much longer."

The next hour felt like an eternity to the diapered man, who was hyper aware of his vulnerability and smell. Still laying in his mommy's lap, he would cup his hand over his binky each time a flight attendant passed and pray that they wouldn't smell his accident. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest, the shame and fear shrinking him into shyness, sucking away at his pacifier and trying to ignore the mess in his diaper. The only thing on his mind when the plane landed was to get to a bathroom. He tried his best to walk normally on their departure, but it was impossible to take longer strides in a full nighttime diaper. The pants he had been put in now did little to hide his saggy padding and he knew it. Spencer resisted being put in the stroller at first. He backed away, but there was nowhere to go. As soon as his bottom hit the seat he felt the cold mess spread across his bottom and instinctively he let out a babyish cry. It was becoming second nature. "Bathroom first." He said as soon as they started moving. "You promised." And sure enough that's where they went. Spencer tried to make himself invisible the whole way there, but he was going to revel in this diaper change. Obediently, he lifted his arms after being unbuckled and let Mya lift him onto the changing table, holding still while she pulled down his pants and instinctively spreading his legs for her to unsnap his onesie. He turned his head when she opened his diaper, his face red with embarrassment and his thumb finding its way to his mouth to suck on while he was wiped and taped into a new thick printed diaper. Now clean and content, he reluctantly accepts being strapped back into his stroller, removing his thumb from his mouth as they moved back into a public place. "Or maybe I could just...wear something else."

"But I--!" Spencer is cut off by the pacifier, silencing his babyish pleading. Still, he squirms, trying to make a case for himself, whining behind his pacifier. "Uh-uh. Mommy..." Not knowing what to do, he looks up at Mya and gives his binky a few tentative sucks. He didn't want to make a scene, but he didn't want to sit in his messy diaper. It tortured him how little he could do about it. His mommy decided when he got his diaper changed, and it wasn't fair.

Spencer slept for a couple of hours, awakening in his swaddled state to a full diaper, cold against his skin. He stirred in his bundle, his eyes adjusting to the light as he realizes where he is, and more horrifyingly what he's done. His heart began to race, overcome with humiliation and increasing panic. "Mommy..." He whimpered, trying to squirm out of the swaddle. "Wah...I need..." Unable to form the words and admit it to himself, he resorts to helpless noises to convey what he needs.

"I'm not doing this on the plane." Spencer's voice is firm, repeatedly avoiding Mya as she tries to get him under control. "I don't-- Seriously-- Please, just give me a break! I don't want to!" His childish protests continue, with Mya able to overpower him and swaddle him into a blanket, all the while Spencer fusses louder and louder until he's unknowingly able to be heard by quite a few passengers. After spending months as a baby, his solution to anything he couldn't talk through was to fuss. Crying came easily now even when he tried to hold it in, and the more he realized he was making a scene the more embarassed he became, which only made him cry more. Once he was successfully swaddled and unable to escape, the helplessness Spencer felt culminated in a desperate need for his bottle. He refuses it at first, trying dig in his heels and stick by his word. He turns his head to avoid the bottle, pursing his lips together and making little noises of refusal at the babyish treatment. But the cooing and patting get the better of him, and with a wary look down the isle he suddenly changes his mind and hastily latches onto the nipple. All of his struggling stops the moment Spencer begins to nurse. He shifts a little to get more comfortable, his expression relaxing as he suckles soothingly, making the odd muffled whine as he finally settles down. Alert but content, he tries to keep his eyes open while he's fed and patted, the coffee aiding in this endeavour but only for so long as the allure of sleep consumes him. Spencer continued to suckle his bottle unconsciously until it's empty, drifting off in the comfort of his mommy's arms and forgetting about his current predicament. He had grown so used to going potty after months of being in diapers, he thought nothing of his wetting. He was always most comfortable messing himself in his crib or swing, and to the sleeping Spencer he might as well have been there. Forgetting where he is, the adult baby effortlessly pushes a load into his diaper, unfazed by the warm mush in the seat of his padding and that spreads by the pats to his bottom. He smiles a little, falling deeper into sleep so that he's unbothered by his messy state. For now at least.

Security was the worst part for Spencer. It was in that moment that he wished he was a real baby so he wouldn't have to answer the man's questions. "Spencer Simmons?" He shrunk further into his stroller, reluctantly removing his pacifier. "Yes." The guard looked him up and down, his eyes narrowing at the sight of a grown man being pushed around in a baby stroller and sucking on a binky. "What's all this?" Spencer's ears burned with embarrassment. "I uh- I struggle to walk sometimes." It wasn't quite a lie. He had many a full diaper that gave him such a wide stance that he could only waddle. "Uh-huh." The guard was hardly convinced, his head turning to acknowledge that diaper bag going through x-ray with all of Spencer's supplies inside. "And is that for you?" "...Yes sir." "It says here you're twenty years old." What on earth was happening to him? Usually he could deal with a tough situation no problem. He had handled the worst customer service could throw at him at Carmen-Weller, but after months living as a baby, all Spencer wanted to do was cry and let his mommy handle it. But he had to be strong. "Yes." The security guard narrows his eyes at the binky clipped to Spencer's onesie, then he waves them through. By the time Spencer is on the plane, he's positively miserable. He's angry at Mya and ashamed of himself, and he shakes his head furiously when his mommy tries to give him a bottle. "Not here!" He didn't want to wet his diaper even more, especially when he was focusing hard on not messing it. But the need was growing stronger.

Spencer was sobbing by the time his spanking was over, tears forming at his eyes as Mya pulls up his diaper and sets him on the seat for a scolding. He wipes his eyes, a crack in his voice as he murmurs "Y-Yes, Mommy" before his pacifier is pushed into his mouth and he's put into his stroller and fastened in tightly. He sucks on his binky, trying to make himself appear smaller as they go through the airport, feeling helpless and humiliated.

Spencer clings to his car seat as he's unbuckled and struggles against Mya as she tries to take it out, once again trying to reason with her. He uses his business voice, trying to be level and kind and reach a compromise, and once he realizes it's all for nothing he really starts to fight. He's practically screaming by the time Mya has him in the front seat, his diaper down and his bottom exposed. "No! Noooo! I don't want to be a baby! Let me go! Let me gooooo!" At first it's the humiliation more than the pain that makes him cry as he does, but soon enough the sting takes hold and the baby's bottom mirrors the redness in his face.

"No!" Not having a high tolerance for pain, Spencer turns his pleas to a new embarrassment. "Mommy no I don't need one. Mya, seriously. Please! We can talk this out. I don't want to be a baby today! I don't want to!" He starts to cry louder as the music is turned up, sounding very much like a fussy toddler in the backseat. His sobs eventually die down, and the adult baby is stuck sitting in his car seat, his thumb in his mouth in an effort to calm himself down, stuck in thought about what he's going to do. He remembered Abby saying the best way to take back control is to throw a big temper tantrum. He doesn't want to upset his mommy, but he wants to let her now just how serious he is about this trip. It's against his better nature, having always been a polite young man, but after several months being treated like a baby his frustrations had pent up.

David was pleased to announce things are going just fine. He's made it apparent over the last few months that he's into Mya, but he doesn't push past a little casual flirting. He asks about his "favourite little guy", and though he's a little patronizing to Spencer he is grateful that his former associate saved the business, even if he didn't have much of a choice. "Mmh!" Spencer lifts up his arms as Mya approaches, his binky still in his mouth. He's eager to get out of the bouncer, and so used to having his diaper checked at home that he hardly protests when Mya sticks a hand in his pants to squeeze the front of his diaper, hooking a finger into the leg gathers to feel if he's wet even though he's more than capable of telling her himself. He gives her trouble going to the car, starting up again when he's buckled into his car seat. Feeling powerless, helpless, and out of control, he resorts to childishness by throwing his bottle on the ground and then immediately getting fussy because he doesn't have his bottle, all the while reminding Mya "I don't want to go!"

Spencer scowled at the decision, taking his time with his coffee and breakfast, not just to stall but to savour the taste of something he'd gone so long without. He lets Mya wipe him, getting worried when she brings up changing him at at the airport. "I don't have to go. What if I have to go there?" It was still early and he knew he'd have to go at some point, but he couldn't make himself before he was ready. He knew Mya was looking out for him, but he hated the idea of messing himself in public. "No Mommy not the bouncer!" The adult baby squirms as he's lifted from his highchair, wriggling to avoid the leg holes of his bouncer until he's given a smack and placed in anyway, his pacifier pushed into his mouth to silence his protests. Defeated, Spencer does as he's told, bouncing up and down, tucking his legs underneath him and pushing off the ground to keep him occupied while he waits for his mommy, sucking noisily at his binky. He wets his diaper, feeling the warmth spread across his front and absorb into the bulky padding, but he can't bring himself to do much more.

"Yes they will and you know that." Spencer is just as stubborn. "I'm five foot six. Everyone will know. I should at least walk until we get to the baby thing." He's referring to the meetup in the Bahamas. The diapered man continues on as he's picked up and put in his highchair, surprisingly with no bib, which he certainly won't comment on in case Mya forgot. He doesn't think he needs it even with the messiest of food. "I'm not like other babies anyway. I'm under contract. If I could be an adult it'd be so much better. I've always wanted to go there, you know. Bahamas, Fiji, Argentina." He pauses to yawn, setting his pacifier down on the tray of his highchair and putting a hand in his bowl of Cheerios to take a few. "Milk, no sugar." He answers, very much like the young businessman he once was. It feels good, but then an embarrassing new side to him, the baby side, chimes in. "Thank you, mommy."

Spencer toddles into the nursery, his diaper sagging underneath his sleeper. He lets Mya help him onto the changing table, putting his binky into his mouth and suckling absentmindedly as she unzips his sleeper, revealing his soaked diaper. He opens his legs instinctively, his head turned to the side while Mya untaped his wet diaper and wipes him up, then puts him in a new one of the same kind. He doesn't even notice, having gotten used to being put in thick babyish diapers and outfits that made it easy to check him. Hes pleasantly surprised to be put in pants. He props himself up on his elbows and gives a cheer of relief. With the sweatpants on, his onesie looks just like a shirt. For the first time in months Spencer is dressed like an adult, and he all too pleased with it until something just has to spoil his excitement. "What? No way. There's people everywhere there! I don't want to be in a stroller! I can walk just fine, really!"

"Really?" Spencer sits up, taking the binky out of his mouth and looking at Mya with surprise. He doesn't even protest being called cranky, the prospect of a cup of coffee too good to pass up. He hadn't had one in months. He hadn't drank from a cup in months! "Okay, deal." He swings his legs over the side of the bed, standing up in his usual wide stance to accommodate the bulk of his diaper, which he had thoroughly wet in the night. He pads across the room in his footed sleeper, binky in hand, and heads toward the nursery, stopped only by the baby gate in the doorway that he knew better than to open.

Spencer nursed contently, each pat on his diapered bottom reminding him of his demoted status and tinging his cheeks pink while he suckled on his baba. Finally he fell asleep, his bottle swapped for a pacifier and his protests switches for steady sucking. When Maya came to get him, he's still curled up in her bed, the covers nearly over his head as he continues to sleep. He lifts his head at the sound of her voice, then, realizing what day it is, buries his face into the pillow and mumbles something incoherent through his binky.