The Regression Center - Chapter 13 posted on 2/8/24

[babyheadspace]

This is a great story I love everything can't wait for the breastfeeding! 

[keith60]

where is the story ?

[Victoria Green Books]

Chapter 11

Two years ago, Tyler banged his CFO’s administrative assistant in the executive office’s shower after a particularly raucous office holiday party. It was a one-time thing, by necessity—Ariela wouldn’t have been able to keep her mouth shut for an ongoing liaison. She’d only quit yapping when he had her bare ass pressed against the slate shower wall, and then only because she was too busy moaning and calling out his name. For some reason, hotel showers, poolside hot tubs—that one onsen outside of Kyoto—always brought out the beast in him. Something about slick, soapy skin wound him up.

But looking at the bath today, he feared his long run of bathing-based sexual conquests might be coming to an ignominious end.

Tyler had seen two bathrooms so far at the Regression Center. The first had the symbol of a woman on the door. That bathroom was locked at all times, he knew, as he’d seen a staff member produce a key from her pocket and let herself in. She’d had the nerve to wink at him as she closed the door behind herself.

The other bathroom had the image of a baby on the door. The baby’s legs were splayed to the sides like a frog on its back, an oversized diaper between its legs. Subtlety wasn’t their thing here. This bathroom, if you could call it that, had tile floors and walls and bright fluorescent lighting, but lacked most of the other features of a typical public restroom. First, there were no stalls or anything else to provide privacy or discretion. He could almost hear Miss Rosie’s voice in his head spouting some nonsense about babies not needing those things. 

A row of large diaper-changing tables lined one wall, with diaper bins next to each one. Stacks of thick diapers, tubs of wipes, cans of baby powder, rash ointment, and other diapering supplies were arrayed on nearby shelves. Two legs stuck in the air on one of the tables, with an orderly between them, conducting a change. A messy change, based on the foul smell that filled the air. Though it was hard to tell in this place, as odors seemed to linger with so many guys walking around in diapers. 

The only toilets in the bathroom, if you could call them that, were a couple of plastic potty-training chairs tucked into a corner. Unlike the changing tables, these were regular-sized, meaning anyone who sat on them would have their knees in their face and at least some of their butt hanging over each side. Ridiculous to even picture, which was probably the point.

Three detachable showerheads hung from another wall. These looked like any other showerheads, though he imagined they were used to hose down especially befouled residents rather than to provide a more dignified and adult means of bathing. As for dignified bathing, the bathtub in the center of the room was anything but. Massive, porcelain, with claw feet and brass fixtures, it would’ve looked at home in any 19th-century home. Both classic and classy. 

What made it undignified, though, aside from its location in the center of the room, was the grown man sitting in the water, splashing and laughing. “Okay,” one of the two orderlies attending him said in a patronizing voice, “time to get out now.” 

“That’s right,” Miss Rosie chimed in, “it’s Tyger’s turn to get all scrubbed up. Isn’t that right?” She squeezed his hand, which she’d insisted on holding, as she led him into the bathroom. “He had a messy bum-bum, so we need to make sure he gets extra clean.” 

“Alright now, up with you,” one of the orderlies said. The man in the tab stuck out his lower lip, but he stood up. She helped him out of the tub, wrapped him in a big towel that had a hood shaped like a duck’s head, then led him over to one of the changing tables. The other orderly, a young, slim woman with an upturned nose and twinkling eyes, shifted her gaze to him. “Looks like you’re next, young man.”

Rosie released Tyler’s hand and took him by the shoulders. She gave him a serious look. “Do you need to fill your pants first? We don’t need you making poopies in the tub now, do we?” 

Tyler felt himself flush. That question—and all of the others like it—would never be comfortable, and that was the point. Keep drilling home that they saw him as an overgrown baby. But it felt especially unnecessary now, considering what they’d just done a few minutes ago. “We just dealt with all of that.” He choked back the snarky ‘remember?’ that he desperately wanted to tack onto the end.

The orderly walked over and put her hands on her hips. Her name tag read ‘Calli.’ “Are you talking back?”

Tyler swallowed and counted to three. “No, miss. It’s just that I…did that a little while ago.” 

Her brow furrowed in confusion. “Ty-ty, is it?” 

He grimaced, but nodded.

“What was it you did a little while ago?” she asked. 

“I…pooped. My diaper.” 

“Ah,” Calli said, “I see.” 

“You’re lucky you didn’t have to smell it,” Rosie added. “This lil guy is quite the stinker.”

Calli wrinkled her nose. 

“So, do you have to make poo-poos again?” Rosie asked again. “You might as well get used to being asked, you know.” 

“I get it,” he snapped. “You want to rob me of all my dignity and make every moment as humiliating as possible.” 

Calli shook her head. “That’s not why she’s asking you, Ty-ty. You see, as your new life in diapers unfolds, you’ll grow increasingly used to the idea that you’re wearing your potty. Over time, you’ll stop holding in all your little messes.” 

“Why hold it when everything is going to end up in your diaper anyway, right?” Rosie added with a shrug. “That’s for people who use the potty. Better to let go and be comfy.” 

“Precisely,” Calli said. “And eventually, you’ll lose all control anyway. Just like a baby, you’ll wet and mess yourself and not even realize it happened until you’re sitting in your stinky, soggy britches.”  

“It’s adorable to see the first time it happens,” Rosie gushed. “I wish I could be there for every boy’s first experience. The look in their eyes when they realize what’s happened? When they realize that somewhere along the way, they lost a skill they had as a toddler? Precious.” 

Calli giggled and pulled a tape measure from her pocket. “Speaking of precious…”

Rosie clapped her hands together. “Yes! I almost forgot.” She turned to Tyler and cocked an eyebrow. “Ty-ty?”

Tyler sighed. “I don’t need to defecate.” 

“Aww,” Rosie cooed, “listen to hims use his big words.” 

“I’m guessing that’s the only big thing around here,” Calli said. “But let’s see.” 

Tyler had no clue what they were talking about and didn’t particularly want to find out, but he knew he would either way.

Rosie popped the tapes on his diaper and let it drop to the tile floor. 

Calli snorted. “About what I expected.” 

“Excuse me?” Tyler snapped, covering himself. “Plenty of women have found it more than satisfactory.” 

Calli nodded slowly, her face solemn. “Oh, I’m sure. Very satisfactory.” 

Rosie pulled his hand away. “Let Calli do her work.” 

Calli pinched the head of his penis between her fingers.

“Ouch! The fuck?!” 

Calli and Rosie shared a look. “I’ll fetch the soap,” Rosie said with a sigh. 

Calli pulled his penis out, then put the tape measure next to it. After taking the measurement, she let it drop again, then gave it a little pat. “Very much in the ‘cute and cuddly’ range.” 

“Cute and cuddly?” Tyler snapped. “I bet you—” the words died in his throat when he saw her stern expression.

“Yes, cute and cuddly,” she repeated. “Just be glad it’s not in the ‘pathetic’ zone.” 

Rosie returned with a bar of soap cupped in her hand. “Well, let’s see again in a few months, shall we? Remember Roberto?” 

Calli rolled her eyes. “I still think you measured him incorrectly the first time.” 

“Ha!” Rosie said. “You wish.” A smirk spread across her face. “I bet he wishes so, too.” 

Calli giggled. “See, Ty-ty, Rosie and I have a little wager. She has this theory that after a boy has been back in diapers for a while, some subconscious part of him realizes he doesn’t need that wittle dangly bit between his legs for any grownup stuff anymore, so it slowly shrinks into a tiny, pants-peein’ nub.” 

“The tiny ones are so extra cute, nestled in the folds of a soft diapee,” Rosie added. “They look like cuddly little kittens, taking an afternoon nap on the bed.” 

“Right,” Callie continued, “so we measure boys when they first come in, and then when they come back for regular resets, and see if they’ve shrunk.”

“See how much they’ve shrunk,” Rosie corrected.  

Tyler was pretty sure it was all a bunch of nonsense. The human body didn’t work that way. Not that it mattered: his cock wasn’t going to atrophy. He’d be out of diapers the minute he walked out of those doors, which shouldn’t be too long if Connor came through for him. And if, for some reason, he didn’t divorce Monica’s ass once he was out, she was going to be making it up to him in the bedroom for a long time. But this reset thing was intriguing. He didn’t really care, but it might be one more piece of intel that he could include in his eventual lawsuit.

“What’s a reset?” 

Rosie smiled. “Always such a curious boy. A lot of women find it helpful to send their boys back for a week or so at a time, once or twice a year. We can correct any bad behavior they’ve struggled to address, and give the poor ladies a break from wiping poopy bums. Most women take the opportunity to go on a vacation with their girlfriends, though some attend classes and training seminars we offer. Now open wide.” 

Tyler opened his mouth without thinking about it. Rosie stuck the bar of soap between his teeth. “This is for your bad language. You’re going to want to spit it out. Don’t. I will remove it when I feel like you’ve learned your lesson. If you spit it out before then, or if you drop it, you’ll regret it.” 

The bar filled his mouth and still stuck a solid inch past his lips. He bit down, not wanting to risk dropping it, and winced as tiny flecks broke off and dropped into his mouth. His tongue was lodged firmly against the bottom of the bar, filling his mouth with an acrid, bitter flavor. With the bar placed just under his nose, the smell was no better: every inhalation brought more soapy aroma into his nose. 

“I recommend you use your lips, too,” Callie said. “A lot of boys try teeth only, as they don’t like the oily sensation on their lips, but you’re more likely to drop it that way.”

Tyler realized he’d been holding his lips back. As much he hated to admit it, she was probably right. He lowered them onto the bar, trying and failing not to wince. 

“Alright, let’s get you in the tub now.” Rosie gave his bare bottom a smack. 

The tub was filling with fresh, hot water. A thick layer of bubbles coated the top. “Okay, up we go now,” Rosie said, holding his hand like he was some sort of invalid, as he stepped into the water. He slowly settled down in the tub. 

Calli lifted a basket of toys over the edge and held it out to him. “Go ahead, pick a couple out.” 

The basket was filled with plastic boats of various shapes and sizes, a submarine, some tub-safe crayons, a mermaid with a wind-up flipper, and an assortment of other crap for kids. Tyler gave her a withering gaze—or the closest to that he could with a hunk of soap lodged in his mouth. 

“You sure? I think you might have more fun with some toys to play with,” Calli said. 

“Maybe we should go get another boy to keep him company,” Rosie said. “Has Jamie had a tubby yet today?” 

Calli shook her head. “Nope, he hasn’t. I’m sure he’d love to play in the tub with Ty-Ty.” She wrinkled her nose. “He does have a bad habit of relaxing a bit too much in the warm water, though, if you know what I mean.” 

Rosie laughed and shook her head. “I do. The number of times I’ve had to give that boy a second bath right after his first one…” 

Tyler pulled a tugboat and the mermaid out of the tub, held them up so the women could see, then dropped them in the water. 

Rosie smiled. “Such a good boy. Except for that foul mouth of yours. Though I think you’re learning your lesson, hhhhmmm?” She turned to Calli. “Fetch the shaving kit, please.” 

Calli walked off and Rosie turned back to Tyler. She dipped a cup into the water and poured it over his head, then repeated the process twice more. As the water hit the bar of soap, it made the surface slick, forcing Tyler to bite down even harder. Worse, it sent soapy water into his mouth. 

“Try not to swallow too much soapy water,” Rosie said. “It’ll upset your tum-tum.” 

Calli returned and settled down next to the tub. “That’s right. If we want your tummy full of soapy water, we’ll use an enema.” 

Tyler winced as the nasty flavor grew more intense. He didn’t want that nasty taste in the back of his throat the rest of the day. And he definitely didn’t want to be puking his guts out. He tipped his head forward and loosened his lower lip. Soapy drool ran over his lower lip and down his chin. 

Rosie smiled. “Such a clever boy.” 

She continued to scrub him down with a soapy washcloth. When she reached his genitals, she ordered him to stand up and he complied. She didn’t spend any extra time on his junk, but the feeling of her soft, soapy hands rubbing and squeezing for even a few seconds was enough to elicit a reaction. It didn’t help that she’d spent the last few minutes bent over the edge of the bathtub, showing off more than a little cleavage. 

She looked up at him, her expression stern. “You better wash those dirty thoughts right out of your head, young man. If you don’t, we have ways of managing that, and you won’t like them.”

Calli leaned forward eagerly. “Should I get his other measurements? We just got those new cages in and I’ve been dying to see if they’re as inescapable as promised.”

“What do you think, Ty-ty?” Rosie asked him. “Are you going to be a good boy, or should we fit you for a chastity cage?” 

Tyler had no idea what that was, and couldn’t ask with the soap in his mouth, but he could guess. He shook his head.

Rosie nodded slowly. “Okay then. Just remember, that’s always an option if you forget that your lil guy is for making wee-wees in your diapies and nothing else, okay?” 

He glared at her, but he also nodded. 

“Alright, almost done, then it’s story time and beddy-by for you, Tyger. But first, we need to get rid of all that nasty hair. I need you to stand completely still for this because I don’t want to nick you with the razor.” 

They were going to shave his body hair? This bothered Tyler more than it should have, considering all of the other indignities he’d suffered. Not only was this further stripping away his masculinity, but the effect would also last longer than the others. The diapers and all of that would be left behind when Connor sprung him, but it’d take weeks for his hair to grow back fully. But that was fine, he decided—it’d serve as one more reminder of why he needed his lawyers to absolutely gut this place. 

Rosie started with his facial hair and worked her way down his body. It was an odd experience, being shaved by another person. Unsettling at first, but as she proceeded, some of the tension drained from his body. Were it not for the bar of soap in his mouth, the experience might have almost been pleasant. 

He’d thought she would stop with his pubes, but she continued all the way to his feet, spending what felt like a lifetime on his balls and ass. When she was done, the only hair left was on top of his head. She stood up, stretched her back, and smiled at her handiwork. “There. So much better. And it’ll make cleaning up all your wittle messes so much easier.” 

Calli held up a mirror. The image was jarring. Tyler knew he’d look different without body hair, but this was more extreme than he expected. His body looked oddly smooth and softer than he’d care to admit. 

Rosie stared him in the eye. “Have you learned your lesson about bad words? Because if you have, I think we can take that bar of soap out now.” 

He nodded his head vigorously. Or at least as vigorously as he dared. He had no doubt she’d punish him if he dropped the bar, even if he was millimeters from the finish line. 

She smiled. “Good boy.” She plucked the bar from between his teeth and handed it to Calli. “You can spit, if you need to. We’ll get the rest of it out when you brush your toofers in a little bit.”

Tyler worked his jaw, which was feeling stiff and sore, then spit several mouthfuls of soapy spit into the draining tub. 

Rosie held out a big, fluffy towel. “Let’s get you dried off and into your nighttime diapee. Then it’s story time!” 

I publish stories of diapers and domination on Smashwords. Most recently I published "Mommy's Needs."  

My co-author, BoysRBabies, posts lovely diaper captions on Tumblr. 

[keith60]

good story  i hope there is more 

[mikejackson999]

Awesome addition.  I can’t wait for the next installment

[SGTbaby]

Loving the story but I feel a chastity is coming Tyler’s way. I look forward to more!

[Victoria Green Books]

Thanks @keith60 @mikejackson999 @SGTbaby . It's always nice to get comments and feedback. Hopefully, you won't have to wait as long for the next chapter.

[Victoria Green Books]

Chapter 12

Rosie and Calli each held one of Tyler’s hands as they led him back into the daycare’s main room. He was taller than either of them, but somehow it didn’t feel that way as he waddled along between them, his ultra-thick nighttime diaper forcing him to walk as unsteadily as a toddler taking his first steps.

“That’s a good boy,” Rosie cooed. “Keep going. I know walking is hard when you’re wearing such a big diapie, but you need it for bedtime. Babies don’t stop going potty just because they’re asleep, so you’ll need something to last you all night!”

Tyler scowled. His mouth was mercifully free of soap suds now, at least. After changing him into his new diaper, Rosie had brushed his teeth for him. It had felt strange and embarrassing standing there with his mouth open, toothpaste dribbling down his chin, while someone else cleaned his teeth, but it was hardly anything compared to the other indignities he’d suffered so far. Just one more little part of his adulthood they’d taken away. But he wasn’t going to forget it. Once he got out of this madhouse, he was going to make them pay for every last thing.

Once they reached the nursery, Tyler saw that the staff were settling the diapered men in a wide semi-circle on the floor, centered around a strict-looking middle-aged woman seated on a wooden chair. He recognized her as the one who’d announced lunchtime. She was the oldest of the women he’d seen at the Center so far, though it was hard to tell her age exactly, and she seemed to be the one in charge. She was holding a large picture book on her lap.

“I need to go and get Benny sorted out,” Calli said, letting go of Tyler’s hand. “Talk to you later, Ty-Ty! Be a good boy for Miss Rosie, okay?”

Tyler said nothing.

“Are you excited for story time, Tyger?” Rosie asked, pulling him over to a space on the floor.

“No,” Tyler said bluntly, sitting down on his thickly padded rear.

Rosie just smiled. “What a grumpy boy! I bet you’re tired, aren’t you? Well don’t worry, mister fussy-pants. You’ll soon be in bed with your tummy full of milk and your head full of Miss Elizabeth’s story.”

The last of the boys were just sitting down when Tyler heard the door to the nursery open behind him. He looked around to see someone new being escorted into the room. It was the young man he’d spotted being dropped off in the waiting room earlier that afternoon. The angry older woman, probably his mother, was no longer with him. Instead, he was holding the hand of a very pretty young woman, no older than he was. But he didn’t seem very happy about it. His eyes were red with tears, and he was rubbing his diapered bottom with his free hand. It looked like he’d gotten a spanking already.

“Who’s this then?” asked the middle-aged woman in the chair, the one Rosie had called Miss Elizabeth. “Do we have a new student?”

“Little Robbie is on our fast track program, so he won’t be staying long,” said the young woman holding his hand, “but I thought he could come and listen to story time while we get the procedure ready for him.”

“Certainly he can,” said Miss Elizabeth, smiling at Robbie. Or rather, her thin lips stretched into something that might have been a smile. It made the hairs on the back of Tyler’s neck stand on end. “He’s just in time. Take a seat, Robbie.”
Robbie was looking surly, but he didn’t seem willing to say anything that might get him spanked again. He lowered himself to the ground as instructed, wincing as his sore bottom hit the floor.

Miss Elizabeth clapped her hands together, and silence fell. “Once upon a time, there was a very naughty little boy,” she said, opening the picture book and holding it up so all of them could see. But the ‘boy’ in the picture didn’t look little at all. He was a grown man in a pinstriped suit, briefcase in hand as he prepared to leave his house for work. In the background, a woman, presumably his wife, stood looking exasperated with her hands on her hips. A pile of dirty plates was heaped in the sink. “He was always making messes for other people to clean up,” said Miss Elizabeth. She turned the page. Now the man was at his office, where he was pinching the bottom of his startled-looking secretary. “And he couldn’t keep his hands to himself!” The page across showed him shouting at an intern and pointing his finger in her face. The girl looked close to tears. “He didn’t know how to use his inside voice,” Miss Elizabeth said, shaking her head. She turned the page again. The man was driving home, leaning out of his window and wolf-whistling at a curvy, high-heeled lady who was walking by. “And he never treated women with respect…”

Tyler suddenly became aware that music was playing quietly in the background. A soft, gentle nursery tune. There were no lyrics, but once again he thought he could hear a faint female voice hidden in the sound.

“Luckily, the naughty boy was spotted by a good witch,” said Miss Elizabeth, pointing to the next page where a woman in a plain shirt and jeans was smiling and tapping her chin thoughtfully. “And she knew just what to do with him.” The next page showed her pointing her finger, out of which a beam of pink light arced across onto the opposite page, hitting the man and enveloping him as he got out of his car and walked up his driveway.

Tyler shifted in his massive diaper. He felt tense. He knew it was just a stupid story, but somehow what happened to the man seemed very important.

Miss Elizabeth turned the page. The man was no longer wearing his pinstriped suit. Instead, he was looking in shock at his new clothes; a canary-yellow bonnet, a baby blue t-shirt, and an enormous white diaper. It was the exact same outfit as all the boys listening to the story, except without the ABC logo on the front of the shirt. “She turned him into a big baby!” said Miss Elizabeth. “All the people who knew him were very pleased.” She tapped the next page, which showed the man’s wife standing in the doorway, looking delighted at the sight of her infantilized husband. “The naughty boy still makes messes for other people to clean up,” Miss Elizabeth said, turning the page again. “But now they all end up in his diaper!” The man was squatting down, red-faced, and his diaper was drooping heavily beneath him. “It’s not very nice being on the other end of an ouchie bottom,” she continued, and Tyler saw that the opposite page showed the man over his secretary’s lap, kicking his legs wildly while she spanked him. “And it’s not nice being the one who gets shouted at either.” On the next page, the man was crying his eyes out and standing in a puddle of pee. His diaper lay off to one side, as if he’d taken it off and had an accident on the floor, and the formerly tearful intern was scolding him angrily. “But the naughty boy has to learn that respect is for women.” Miss Elizabeth tapped the next page, which depicted the man walking down the sidewalk, blushing bright red while women all around him pointed and laughed at his sagging diaper. “It’s not for silly men like him.” Miss Elizabeth turned the page one last time, and Tyler saw the man lying in a crib, bawling like a baby, while his wife leaned over the bars to check his diaper. “The End,” she said. She shut the book and smiled at them. “What a lovely story.”

Tyler felt dazed, as though he’d just been knocked in the head. The music was still playing lightly in the background. He shook his head, trying to clear it. All around him, the staff were sitting down next to their charges, bottles of warm milk in their hands.

“Time for your baba, Ty-Ty,” came Miss Rosie’s cooing voice. She slipped the bottle between his lips and gently laid his head against her chest. He started to suck automatically.

He couldn’t get his mind off the story. The pages flashed in front of his mind one by one, and he could see himself in the man’s place. He could see his own secretary tugging him over her knees and bringing her hand swishing through the air to smack his tushy. He could see the sexy little intern at his office, her normally meek expression turned strict and authoritative as she pointed her finger in his face and told him off for peeing on the floor. He could see Monica’s smug smile as she bent over the bars of his crib to slip a finger inside the leak-guards of his soggy diaper.

The music was doing something to him. Just like before. But what? It was so hard to think. Warm milk flowed down his throat, and Miss Rosie was cooing something at him, but he wasn’t sure what. He could only think about the story, about the naughty boy who’d been turned into a baby.

There was a hiss of air as he finished the bottle, and Miss Rosie helped him to his feet. He was still unsteady in his big diaper, but Miss Rosie was there to hold his hand, and soon she was helping him into his crib. “That’s a good boy, Tyger,” she crooned. “Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good baby who’s ready for beddy-byes?”

Tyler was going to answer, but there was something in his mouth. Miss Rosie had slipped his pacifier between his lips.

“Ty-Ty likes hims lullaby, doesn’t hims?”

Tyler mumbled around his paci. His eyelids fluttered closed. He didn’t want to sleep in a stupid crib again, not like the man in the story, but he felt so tired. He wasn’t a dumb baby, but maybe just for now he’d let himself relax. It was so comfortable under the sheets.

“Sweet dreams, little boy.”

Tyler imagined he was in his own bed at home. Monica was there, and she was naked. She was crawling on top of him, rubbing herself needily against him. He was the man of the house, and she was just his desperate little sex pet. They kissed, and he gripped her tits so tightly that she gasped. They broke apart, and Mon climbed further up the bed so that her breasts hung in front of his face. He squeezed them and lowered his mouth down to her nipples. He was going to be rough, to show her who was in charge, but instead he found his lips clamping onto her the same way they’d clamped around his bottle. He sucked, and warm milk flowed right into his mouth. No… This wasn’t right. This wasn’t what he wanted. Mon was cradling his head and cooing at him. “That’s a good boy,” she said. “Drink up, baby. Drink up all Mommy’s milkies.”

No! This wasn’t right at all! He wasn’t at home. He was at work. He was reclining in his office chair, and his secretary was tugging down his pants. She was pulling out his cock. She was wrapping her lips around it. He threw his head back in pleasure as her warm mouth slid up and down his length. He reclined even more, until he was lying flat on his back. Something cold was running up and down his penis now, and he frowned. “That’s a good boy,” said his secretary. “We’ll soon have you all cleaned up.” Tyler raised his head, and saw that it wasn’t her lips that were wrapped around his cock. It was a cool, moist baby wipe. He was lying on a changing table, right in the middle of getting his diaper changed, and his secretary was standing between his legs, smirking at him. “Legs up, baby!”

No, this wasn’t right either! He had to get away. As far away as he could. He was driving his car, racing down the highway. His foot was flat on the accelerator, but for some reason he was slowing down. He tried to go faster. He was pedaling as fast as he could, but he knew the women were close behind him. Hold on... Pedaling? He realized then that his Range Rover had melted away and transformed into a child’s pedal car, a frame of bright red and yellow plastic that he was driving across the grass in the back garden. It was a warm, sunny day and Monica and her friends were standing off to one side, drinking Champagne and pointing and laughing at him as he peddled along in the cramped play-toy wearing nothing but a squishy, stinky diaper that badly needed changing.

Then his pedal car was gone, and there were more women pointing and laughing at him; Kari, Holly, Rosie, Calli, Ella in her blue dress, Amy in her red one, Julie in the yellow, his secretary, his intern, his aunt, his mother, his ex-girlfriends, all standing around him in a big circle, laughing while he stomped his feet and threw a tantrum.

“I don’t wanna be a baby!” he wailed. “I’m a grown man!”

But the women just kept laughing on and on and on.

I publish stories of boys who are sent back to diapers by their wives and girlfriends on Smashwords. 

My co-author, BoysRBabies, posts lovely diaper captions on Tumblr. 

[kirababy]

Glad I finally caught up with this story.  Enjoying it immensely.

[mikejackson999]

This story is great.  Keep it up

[Guilend]

While I'm normally not a fan of male protagonists being the one in diapers, there are a few stories out there, including this one that I have definitely enjoyed. Probably a good idea to keep a place like this a secret or you'd have everyone with a diaper fetish either trying to work there or trying to get enrolled lol

[Victoria Green Books]

Thank you @kirababy @mikejackson999 @Guilend ! It's always nice to get feedback and to hear that people are enjoying the story  

[Victoria Green Books]

Chapter 13

Apologies for the (looonnnnngggg) delay in getting this chapter written- life has been busy!  Hope you enjoy it. If you do, you might like some of my other stories, too. 

 

Robbie suddenly started bawling. A full-throated, red-in-the-face meltdown. 

A moment ago, he was pointing and laughing at the Capuchin monkeys swinging from branches and ropes in their zoo enclosure. Now he wailed and stomped his red, velcro sneakers against the blacktop. 

“Dude. What the fuck! Get yourself together!” Tyler snapped. 

Robbie stopped hollering. His lip quivered.  

Thank god. 

They’d been paired up as buddies for the zoo excursion, which meant Tyler couldn’t walk away from the big baby without invoking Miss Rosie’s wrath. 

Robbie sucked in a lungful of air, his chest hitching.  

“No no no!” Tyler said. 

Robbie burst into a wail again, even louder than before. Like a broken air raid siren. People were watching. A college-aged guy pointed at Robbie and his group of friends all broke into laughter. 

Tyler dug his fingers into Robbie’s arm. “You’re embarrassing yourself. What is wrong with you?” 

Robbie pointed at the monkey enclosure. “Monkeys go, go, goooooonnnneeee.” The monkeys were out of sight in their enclosure. 

“So? They’ll come back out soon.” 

“Promise?” 

Tyler gritted his teeth. “Yes.” 

Robbie slowly seemed to be regaining his composure and ability to speak like an adult. Like he was coming out of a trance.

“You’ve been at the center one day. Not even a day! They can’t have screwed with your head this much.” 

“Hey, boys. Is everything alright over here?” Miss Rosie strolled over. 

Tyler sighed. “Fine.” 

Robbie’s lip quivered again. “The monkeys went away. I, I…was upset.” 

Miss Rosie wrapped him in a hug. Robbie sniffled against her shoulder. “There there. I’m sure the monkeys will be back later. We will stop in to see them again before we leave.”

Robbie jabbed his finger at Tyler. “He yelled at me.” 

“Really dude?”

“And he pinched my arm.”

Tyler threw his hands up. “He was flipping out. I was trying to calm him down. Make him feel better.” 

Miss Rosie cocked an eyebrow. “You sure you weren’t worried about people seeing you in your shortalls, sweetie? You seemed pretty worked up about that earlier.” 

Tyler winced. With all of the tantruming, he’d momentarily forgotten about his ridiculous outfit. 
After waking from his fitful night of sleep, Rosie had dressed him in a fat diaper and tight plastic pants, ‘ to contain the odor, in case he made a poopy they couldn’t change right away.’ She followed with fire engine red corduroy shortalls with a Piglet patch on the chest pocket. He’d complained all the way to the bus. He’d continued complaining on the bus, making his case as to why he’d been humiliated enough already and didn’t need to be a public spectacle, too. Rosie explained that diaperboys couldn’t live their lives indoors. She babbled some nonsense about sunshine and adventures and being themselves at home and in public. 

“Sure,” Tyler snapped. “That too. I wanted him to get his act together.” He glared at Robbie. “Since he can’t seem to control himself.” 

“Well, that’s just silly now, isn’t it?” Miss Rosie asked. “Everyone knows boys can’t control their emotions.” 

Tyler snorted. “Are you serious? You’ve clearly screwed with his head.” 

Miss Rosie smiled. “It’s true, Robbie is on our accelerated program. But all boys have poor emotional control. Even ones who haven’t been to one of our centers yet.” 

Tyler gestured at the surrounding area. “Right. Look at the men having temper tantrums all over the place. Can hardly hear ourselves talk over all the screaming and crying. Everyone knows it’s women who are the emotional ones.”

Miss Rosie put a hand on his back. “Let’s catch up with the rest of the group, okay boys?” 

Robbie nodded, looked over his shoulder at the monkey enclosure one last time, then stuck his thumb in his mouth.

“Ty-Ty, sweetie, look at the news. Look in our schools. Our prisons. It’s not women who are dropping out of high school at alarming rates. It isn’t women who are murdering and robbing banks and beating up their partners. Boys are angry, aggressive, and impulsive. All of you.” 

Tyler shook his head. “And let me guess, your center fixes all of that?” 

Miss Rosie threw her head back and laughed. “Oh no, sweetums. Even we’re not that good. And why try?” She stopped in front of the African wild dog enclosure. A pack of juvenile wild dogs tussled, kicking up a cloud of dirt. One of them yipped, ran away from the group, then came back for more. “We appreciate you boys for who you are. Impulsive and rowdy as those dogs, but adorable in your own way. We just steer all those big, stwong emotions away from anger and aggression.”  

He wanted to tell her that he’d rather be an aggressive man than a crying, whining baby. And as far as anger, he’d never been more furious than at his time in the center, so they were getting an F minus on that. But he knew she’d just laugh and say something condescending. He jerked his head in Robbie’s direction. “How’d you manage to mess him up so quickly?” 

She smiled sweetly. “As I said, Robbie is part of our accelerated program. He’ll be discharged in a few days with a few new coping skills. And probably a touch of bedwetting, too.” 

He opened his mouth to ask her if he was on the fast track, too.  

She tousled his hair. “Don’t you worry about all of that, though. The only thing you need to focus on is having fun looking at all the zoo animals.”

They’d met back up with the group again, in an open air food court with picnic tables and a fountain. A gaggle of twenty or so guys, all dressed in similar, babyish attire. As bad as the shortalls were, some of the guys wore khaki shorts, all of which looked like they had puffy beach balls smuggled underneath them. Worse, their shirts—most featuring characters from children’s shows—were ever-so-slightly too short. When a guy pointed at something up high or bent over, his diaper peeked over the elastic waistband of his shorts.

Most of the other park guests gave them a wide berth, but some pointed and laughed. None had come over to talk to them yet, thank god. A mixed group of young men and women sat halfway across the food court, picking at their food but clearly engaging in people watching. He spotted a familiar face. Was that…?

Tyler’s stomach twisted. It was. Celine Brodsky. He turned away before she recognized him. 

Elanor laughed and put an arm around his shoulder. “Aww, does someone have a cwush on the pretty lady?” 

“What?” 

She pointed at Celine. 

He resisted the urge to swat her arm down. 

“I’ll hold your hand if you want to go say hi. Maybe you could pick her one of the dandelions over there to bring her, hmm?” 

He shook his head.  

Elanor laughed. “Good boy. You’re finally starting to learn.”

He bristled at that. “It’s not that. I could go talk to her if I wanted to.”

“Aww, of course you could, sweetie. Maybe she’d even pull you onto her lap and let you tell her all about the animals you’ve seen today.” She leaned close and wrinkled her nose. “Though she might worry about your soggy diaper leaking on her skirt.” 

“I’m not…” he trailed off. His diaper wasn’t soggy, but it wasn’t dry either. When had that happened?  

Elanor laughed again. “See? Best leave those sorts of thoughts and feelings to your dreams.” 

“Leave them…wait.” Last night’s dreams—an equally erotic and confusing tangle of diapers and sex—came rushing back at him. “Did you do that?” 

Elanor smiled coyly. “Did I do what, dear?” 

He gritted his teeth. “The crazy dreams I’m having. Did the center, like, implant them or something?” 

“Have you been having exciting dreams? What about? Oh, let me guess! Did you play at the park with Elmo? Or maybe you dreamed about going to Disney World and meeting Cinderella in her castle. Or—” 

“Stop it, okay. They’re…sexual dreams.” 

“And these dreams confused your wittle noggin’, didn’t they? Because you wouldn’t be bringing them up if they were like the kinds of dreams you used to have, where you were a big, strong man that made all the ladies swoon. These sexy dreams are all mixed up with your cwinkly pants, aren’t they? You’ve started to realize how good your squishy, soggy diapie feels between your legs, hhhhmm?” 

Tyler looked away. 

Elanor chuckled. “To answer your question, sweetie. No, we can’t control your dreams. But what you’re experiencing is common among new diaperboys. Your subconscious is fighting back, trying to hold onto those dirty old ways of thinking. But don’t you worry one bit—the sweet, innocent baby inside every boy always wins out, sooner or later.”

He snorted. Never. 

“And if that process drags on too long?” She patted the front of his shortalls. “We have a special tool that will help you become the sweet, soft diaperboy you know you are.” She winked at him and walked off.

Tyler took a deep breath. He’d process that later. He spotted Celine again. For now, he needed to avoid her at all costs. Nothing else mattered as much as that. 

“Okay, boys,” Miss Rosie said. “Boys...” 

Two big babies were squatted over, poking at a beatle crawling on the ground. 

“That means you too, Jimmy and Ricky.” 

They stood up and ambled over to the rest of the group. 

Elanor clapped her hands together. “Okay, checks and changies, time.” Elanor said. Rosie, Elanor, and a third woman in an ABC polo herded the boys into a line. They laughed and babbled and slowly formed a loose line. 

Celine hadn’t seemed to notice what was going on, but it was only a matter of time. You didn’t line up a bunch of guys who looked like they’d just escaped a Rugrats cosplay convention and expect not to draw attention. 

“Ty-Ty,” Rosie said. She pointed at the end of the line. The end nearest Celine’s table. 

He walked to the other end of the line. Next to Jimmy, who’d squatted over again to poke at yet another bug. 
 
“Alright, boys, you know what to do,” Miss Rosie said. Most of the guys tugged down their shorts, letting them drop onto their sneakers. The ones with shortalls struggled a bit, but didn’t hesitate to comply. Within moments, they all had their plastic-pants covered diapers on display for the world to see. 

“Ty-Ty, that means you, too,” Elanor said. 

He pretended not to hear her. Rosie and the other helper made their way down the line, pulling back waistbands, squeezing the fronts of diapers, and making the most ridiculous comments.

“Looks like the squish monster visited you, huh?” 

“Oh my! Those two ba-bas ran right through you. Good thing you had your diapies, huh?” 

“No poopies yet. Those stinky toots tell me that’ll be changing soon, though.” 

Some of the boys were pulled away, presumably for diaper changes, while the rest were allowed to pull their shorts or shortalls back into place. 

Just as Rosie was about to get to him, Tyler glanced at Celine. As expected, the lineup had drawn her attention. Their entire table watched the proceedings in something resembling fascination. If he stood right where he was, she couldn’t see him, though. The rest of the line blocked her direct view. He popped the buttons on his shortalls and let them fall to the ground. 

Rosie put her hands on her hips. “Ty-Ty, I thought I told you it was time for checks and changies.”

He gestured at his exposed diaper. 

“Yes, but you didn’t listen when I told you a few moments ago.” 

“Who cares? I did it now. Can’t we just get this over with? I mean, I don’t know why we need to put on this whole show, anyway.” 

She squeezed the front of his diaper. Then spun him around and pulled back the waistband. She let it go with a snap. “All clean and mostly dry.” 

“Yeah, no shit.” 

She bent over and grabbed his shortalls. “Step out of your shortalls, please.” 

“What?” 

She looked up at him with that ‘don’t mess with me’ expression. He stepped out with one leg, then the other. She stood up and held the shortalls up. “Pants are a privilege. And you’ve lost yours for the rest of the day.” 

He grabbed at the pants and she pulled them back. “Remember, Ty-Ty, things can always get worse.” 

“This is so stupid. You set me up to fail. I don’t even—” 

“Open your mouth.”

“What? Why—”

Her arm shout out and stuck a pacifier between his lips. She held it there. The large, rubbery bulb filled his mouth. “I’ve had quite enough fussin’ out of you. You keep that in there until I say so, okay?” She clipped the pacifier to his shirt with a zoo animals strap. 

He resisted the urge to spit it in her face. Before, if Celine spotted him, he might have played off his odd clothing. Distracted attention away from his bulging crotch area. The pacifier made that impossible. Now his only hope was to avoid being seen at all. 

“Okay boys, who’s hungry?”
“Me me me!” 

“Yay!” 

“I want my baba!” 

Some boys just clapped. 

Tyler kept his mouth shut. Why bother saying anything? If the women had decided it was time to eat, they’d eat. Responding just played into the illusion that they had any agency. 

Celine and her friends were packing their lunch away. If he could stay hidden in the midst of the group for a few more minutes, they could all go their separate ways. 

“Ty-Ty,” Rosie said. She held a bib out. It had a cartoonish image of a big baby man in a massive diaper with stink lines coming out of it. He clutched an oversized spoon full of green glop. Over the image it read “Everythin’ I eat…” and below the image it continued “...ends up in my seat.”  

“That’s disgusting.” 

“It’s okay, sweetie. Where else would everything you eat and drink end up but in your diaper? You wouldn’t want it in your pants or on the furniture, would you?”

Elanor grinned behind her. “I bet even those big, strong lions would run away if you made a stinky on the ground. Best to keep everything locked up tight in your diapie.” 

“I’m not gonna take a fucking shit on the fucking ground!” 

The picnic area was silent. Heads turned and looked at Tyler. Including Celine’s. She stood up from the picnic table, her brow knit, and began walking over. 

The rage curdled into terror in Tyler’s gut.  

“Tyler? Tyler Collins?” She gave him the elevator eyes. When her judging eyes reached his face, she wore a smirk on hers. 
 
“Hey, Celine. Nice day for a trip to the zoo, huh?” 

Real smooth, you idiot.  

“Where the hell have you been? You haven’t returned any of my calls.” 

“Yeah, sorry about that. Just taking a bit of an extended vacation.” 

She eyed the rest of the ABC group. Jimmy was poking at bugs again. Robbie drank from a bottle. Rosie watched the whole exchange with smug amusement.

“A vacation. Huh.”

Tyler stepped closer and dropped his voice to a whisper. “To be honest, the work stress was getting to me. We take the relationships we have with our clients so seriously. Long hours. You know how it is. I’m not proud to admit it, but I started drinking a bit too much, and…” He shrugged. 

“I’ll admit, I was pissed at first,” she said. “We’ve given you how much business over the past three years? But then I remembered what a sexist asshole you were. How you always cut me off and talked over me in every single meeting and lunch. And then there was that time at the Christmas party. You remember that.?”  

He put his hands up. “Hey, no. Celine, please. I’m sorry if anything I said was perceived to be—”

“Perceived to be?” 

He cleared his throat. “If I said anything rude, I’m sorry. We deeply value our relationship with Miller and Robbins.” 

“When you didn’t return my third call, I thought of taking our business elsewhere, but I think your wife can turn things around.” 

“Monica?” 

“Do you have another wife I don’t know about?” She laughed. “Nevermind. I don’t even want to know the answer to that one. Anyway, I figured I’d give you one last chance. Called your office yesterday and we were able to get everything settled. We even discussed a lower rate when our contract runs up next quarter.” 

Tyler was shocked. “Connor gave you a discount? Without my approval?” 

“No, your wife. Try to keep up, Tyler.” 

“Connor is the only one who can make decisions like that in absence.”

Celine shrugged. “She said Connor had just left and would be entirely unavailable for the foreseeable future. That I’d be dealing with her from now on.”

“Did she say where he was going?”

Celine looked around the group. “She said he’d be with you. Is he not here?” 

Oh no. No no no. 

“Good seeing you, Tyler. I guess.” 

As she walked away, she nodded her head at Jimmy, who’d abandoned his bug-bothering project and was loudly filling his pants. “I think your buddy is pooping his diaper.” She glanced meaningfully at my waist. “Or is that you I smell?” 
 

I publish stories of boys who are sent back to diapers by their wives and girlfriends on Smashwords. 

My co-author, BoysRBabies, posts lovely diaper captions on Tumblr. 

[Josh23]

Love the update! Hope to see more!

[mikejackson999]

Great addition.  Connor is going to join him hopefully.   Glad to see this story continuing 

[007specialk]

Thank you really enjoyed that chapter look forward to more.

 

[Victoria Green Books]

Thanks for the feedback, @Josh23, @mikejackson999, and @007specialk! I'll try not to taka as long on the next chapter haha

[mikejackson999]

10 hours ago, Victoria Green Books said:

Thanks for the feedback, @Josh23, @mikejackson999, and @007specialk! I'll try not to taka as long on the next chapter haha

I understand life happens.  Take your time.  I’d rather wait and get a good continuation than a rush job half ass continuation