Tricked into Diapers Chapters 8

This story is written by tammie2


Tom sat back in a chair in Sherry’s living room, feigning interest in the discussion. They had been there nearly an hour, but the discussion never strayed from babies, and Sherry’s daughter in particular. Tom looked at the baby, who was chewing a puzzle piece in her playpen. If you only knew what was being talked about, Tom thought, you’d blush. At least half an hour had been spent on your toilet habits, or rather lack of them. Better you than me, he thought.
Tom turned back to the conversation, which now centered on breast-feeding. He leaned forward a little as Sherry began to describe her breasts, taking interest as she actually fondled one while describing different positions she used. Suddenly, though, he sat back. His bowels began to gurgle and he could feel his sphincter muscle begin to contract. Slowly, but clearly, a BM was moving down Tom’s tract without any conscious effort on his part. Tom sat still and constricted his muscle, temporarily halting the movement. He looked at the clock—not quite halfway there. The strain was uncomfortable but, he thought, manageable. He just wouldn’t move much. At that point he noticed that his bladder was aching, much as it had earlier that morning at breakfast. It had to be psychological. He was just thinking about this bodily functions too much.
Five minutes later, the pain was getting worse. Tom began to sweat; he’d never make it at this rate. But going to use the bathroom was the same as surrender, an open path to daytime diapers. He’d have to take his chances and gut it out.
To his horror, he felt his bowels resume their activity. As he switched his concentration to them to halt the BM’s movement, his bladder cried louder for relief. He felt first one drop of pee, then two, escape into his diaper. He had to stop it. Quickly he moved his legs together to pressure his penis between them. The sudden movement, however, released the pressure on his bowels and before he could stop them, a large, loose clump of poop rushed from his bottom. In a panic now, Tom switched his efforts once more to try to control his bowels. As his legs’ grasp on his penis released, his bladder opened and a gusher of warm urine rushed into the front of his diaper. In seconds the front was flooded and the pee travelled back through his crotch and puddle under his bottom, where wave after wave of mushy poop settled and before pushing back in the direction the pee had come from. In thirty seconds it was over. Tom sat still, unsure what had hit him or what to do next. The slightest movement pushed his dirty diaper up into his crack and his poop farther up the front of his diaper. The pee remained a puddle, unable to soak into the oversaturated diaper. Tom was miserable.
“But at this point I’m ready to wean her,” Sherry said, looking at her child. As she did so, she sniffed the air and made a face. “Oh, dear. It never fails. Whenever I have company she messes herself. I’ll be right back.”
Sherry lifted her baby out of the playpen and began to carry her out of the room. She paused, put her nose close to the child’s rear and sniffed again. Puzzled, she pulled back the panties and diaper and looked down the baby’s backside, then put her hand down as far as she could. Nothing. She turned back and faced her guests.
“Must’ve been a false alarm. Her gas usually doesn’t smell quite so strong, though. I can still smell it. In fact, it seems to be getting more powerful.”
Tom sank deeper into the chair, wishing that it could swallow him out of the room. He could feel his face flush crimson as both women looked in his direction. Any hope of concealing his accident was gone.
“Tom, could you come over here a minute,” Nancy said sternly. “I think we need to check something.” Reluctantly, Tom got out of the chair and walked over to Nancy. As he did so, he could feel the pool of pee escape from his plastic pants and run down his leg, soaking his jeans.
“Well, look at this, Sherry. I think our big boy here has had a nasty accident. And to think that you blamed your own baby!” As she spoke, Nancy deftly unbuckled Tom’s pants and pulled them down to his ankles, unleashing a powerful odor. The bulge from the poop was obvious and the pee glistened on his leg. He stood silently as Sherry circled him, looked at his diapered crotch and wearing an amazed expression.
“Nancy, you didn’t tell me you had a baby living with you! No wonder you were so interested in diapering routines and toilet habits. You’re out of practice! You have so much to relearn. First of all, you shouldn’t keep little Tommie in such a messy diaper—he’ll get a rash for sure. Besides…” Sherry held her nose…”we don’t want the EPA at our door. Where are his extra diapers?”
Nancy frowned. “I’m afraid I didn’t bring any…I know, new mother’s mistake. I’ll have to run home to get a fresh supply. Can you watch him for awhile?”
“Don’t leave me!” Tom cried, horrified that he would be left in this condition with a stranger.
“Would you rather go home like that?” Nancy asked with scorn. “I think you’ll do better here. Might as well take these home to wash.” As she spoke, Nancy pulled off his jeans, shoes and socks, leaving Tom standing in the middle of the room in nothing but a t-shirt to cover his shame.
“I’d be happy to babysit,” Sherry said. “Let me just put the other baby down for a nap.”
When Sherry returned, she was carrying a cotton changing pad and some diaper pins. She smiled at Nancy. “Don’t want our little poopy pants leaking all over the place before you get back. Lay down on the pad, Tommie.” When he did so, she pulled it up between his legs over the plastic pants and pinned in snugly. Nancy looked approvingly before walking out the door.
“OK, baby, up and into the playpen. You’ll stay out of trouble there while I make us something to eat.” Sherry grabbed Tommie under the arms and helped him up and over the sides of the playpen. Tommie cringed as he sat down once more on his dirty bottom. Sherry saw him wince. “Don’t worry baby,” she whispered softly. “You’ll get used to the feel of wet, dirty diapers. After a week or so, you won’t even know you need changing.”
Tom’s eyes opened wide with horror as Sherry left the room. What had he done? More importantly, how could he get out of it? No answers came to mind. He sat in his mess, miserable and confused, until Sherry walked back into the room.
“OK, baby, lunch time” she said cheerfully. “Come on out and over to the couch while I feed you.” Tom looked around for the food; he was a little hungry. All he saw in the room was two bottles if the baby’s formula on the table by the couch. Then it dawned on him—she meant to feed that to him! Only the thought of those pictures of his wet bed got him out of the playpen.
“Just lay down across my lap, like this,” Sherry cooed. “Now open wide for your ba-ba.” As the nipple entered his mouth, Tom gagged. The formula was warm and sweet, yet awful. Sherry’s face grew stern as she warned him to finish both bottles.
It took a long time until Tom learned how to best suck on the nipple, but he eventually finished the first bottle. The warmth of the fluids and Sherry’s body nest to his made his drowsy. He closed his eyes, waiting for the second bottle.
“Open up, little one,” he heard Sherry say. As he closed his mouth around the second bottle, his eyes opened in surprise. This wasn’t the bottle. He looked down at Sherry’s warm, naked breast next to his cheek, her nipple well inside his mouth. Tentatively, he began to suckle. Sherry’s milk flowed into his mouth and down his throat, strangely comforting. His embarrassment gave way to a sort of peaceful relaxation, his mind for once filled with pleasant and vaguely sexual thoughts. He nursed eagerly at first, then slowly and methodically as the milk came more slowly. He was not aware of the passage of time and continued to suck even as he fell into a light sleep.
A sudden, bright flash awoke him. As he turned toward the flash, exposing Sherry’s ample tit, another flash blinded him. As his vision cleared, he saw Nancy hovering over him, camera in hand.
“What a nice pose for your friends, little baby. Just in case you decide to do something rash,” Nancy snickered.
“Speaking of rashes,” Sherry said as she hooked up her nursing bra, “I think it’s time for a change. We can use the nursery. I converted an old table to a changing table and it’s a pretty sturdy one. Do you want me to do it?”
Nancy nodded, smiling. The three headed upstairs and into the nursery. As they entered, the smell of talcum powder filled the air. Before he knew what happened. Tom was lifted onto the changing table and strapped down. His ankles hung over the end. Nancy pulled several fresh diapers out of the bag she brought and handed them to Sherry. Sherry unpinned the outer pad, leaving it under Tom’s bottom, then pulled his panties down to his ankles. Tom was horrified to see that Nancy was intent on photographing the entire diaper change.
“There, there, baby, don’t be upset. Auntie Sherry will get you all cleaned up. Let’s get you our of this stinky, sopping wet didie.” Sherry unpinned both sides, lowered the front of the diaper and quickly placed a clean diaper over Tom’s penis. She winked at Nancy. “You’ve got to be careful with boys. They pee all the time during diaper changes.”
Sherry lifted the heavy diaper off the table. Tom could see that it was stained almost completely yellow and was carrying a large load. Sherry held it at arm’s length and ran it to the bathroom, dropping it into the toilet. Returning to Tom’s side, she grabbed a handful of baby wipes. “You’ve got to be careful to get every crease and crevice,” she told Nancy as she wiped Tom’s bottom. “Also, be sure to get the tip of his pee-pee to avoid uncomfortable rashes.”
Tom looked away as she cleaned his penis and bit his lip when she moved to his balls. She seemed to be spending a long time handling them. For a brief second he began to get aroused, then remembered his situation and lost all interest. If the women noticed his momentary excitement, they ignored it.
“Now, you obviously have a heavy wetter,” Sherry continued, “so you need to double-diaper him. I’d also suggest adding another diaper in the front as a soaker.” As she spoke, Sherry placed two bright, white diapers underneath Tom, keeping the one diaper over his penis. She then proceeded to sprinkle powder all over his crotch before moving to his bottom and up over his stomach. Quickly, then, she folded the diaper covering Tom’s penis, placed it inside the two diapers and pulled them up tight. Out of nowhere she produced two large yellow diaper pins, pinning the diapers snugly.
“That should soak up most of what he wets,” Sherry said. “But you still want to be careful that he doesn’t ruin your furniture or clothing. Do you have another pair of panties? The old pair smells pretty bad.”
Nancy produced a pair of plastic pants larger than the first pair. She deftly put Tom’s feet through the leg openings and pulled them up, lifting Tom’s bottom to secure them. The panties were tight around the waist and legs, but ballooned far out from the diaper. Tom blushed at how much that reminded him of small babies he had seen and at how much harder they’d be to hide. The two women now both stood over him, smiling down at his diapered, pantied bottom.
“After everything that came out the back end, little Tommie must be pretty hungry,” Sherry remarked. “Would it be okay to start him on solids?”
“I think that would be a fine idea,” Nancy smirked. “Let’s go.”
Nancy helped Tom up off the changing table and headed toward the stairs with her new baby behind her. With his first steps, Tom realized that his legs wouldn’t come together. The thick padding of the diapers in his crotch forced his legs apart and made him toddle as he moved. Worse, the plastic panties crackled loudly with every small motion he made. He heard Sherry suppress a giggle behind him.
As he entered the kitchen, he saw Nancy removing the tray from the baby’s high chair. It took him a moment to realize that the women meant for him to sit there.
“Oh, no. Wait just a minute,” he blurted. “No way I’m going to—”
Before he could finish his protest, Sherry and Nancy grabbed his arms and pulled him down onto the chair, quickly snapping the tray into place tight against his body, locking his arms down at his side. Tom was helpless to move.
“I think it’s time to set the ground rules,” Nancy said sternly, standing menacingly over him. “so that you don’t get any ideas about getting out of here or changing your circumstances. You are now my baby, short and simple. That means you are at my complete command. You will wear diapers 24 hours a day, using them for all of your potty needs. You may not use the toilet at any time. Furthermore, you are not old enough to tell us when your didie needs changing. You will just have to stay in your messes until someone decides to change you.”
“You will also be prohibited from making any adult decisions,” Nancy continued. “Which means that we will decide what you wear, what you eat, when you sleep and so on. All communication must be in baby talk, you must crawl unless otherwise permitted to walk, and you must at all times act as the infant you are. Any objection or defiance will be met by swift, and I should say embarrassing, punishment appropriate for any naughty child. I suggest you don’t test us on this.
When I feel the time is right, we will begin your potty training. I promise we’ll make every effort to train you before you go home at the end of the summer, but that depends on how you behave. You will be a good little baby, won’t you?” Nancy winked at Sherry as she spoke.
“Of course, there will be no way to hide your problem from Lisa any longer.” Tom blushed as Nancy said this, but kept the obscenities from flowing out of his mouth. “In fact, I will rely on her to help me with your daily care. All of the feedings, baths and diaper changes are a lot for only one woman to handle, as Sherry could tell you. We may even need a babysitter once in a while.”
“Your life as a baby will also be documented on film. At this point, we won’t let anyone in your hometown know about your problem keeping your panties clean and dry. If you get out of line, though, these pictures would make some amusing viewing for your friends at home.”
“Oh, and one more thing,” Nancy said, smiling as she produced an oversized terrycloth bib with pictures of pink and yellow baby animals on it. “You must address me as ‘Mommy’ at all times. Shall we have lunch, Baby Tommie?”
Tom sat in the high chair, mortified. For the first time in memory, he was not in control of a situation, and had no solution. He desperately wanted to cry out as Nancy fastened the bib around his neck, but held back. He needed time to think. All he could do now was go along until an idea came to him.
“Now, open wide for the airplane,” Nancy cooed. As Tom opened his mouth, Nancy shoveled a heaping spoonful of baby peas into him. Tom’s taste buds immediately revolted and he shoved the peas back out with his tongue, feeling them run down his chin. Nancy was quick with the spoon, however, and she scooped them back up into his mouth a second time. “Now, now Tommie, you have to eat your peas. We have two more jars after this one.” As she spoke, Nancy dabbed Tom’s chin with his bib. “Then maybe Auntie Sherry will let you nurse a little more.”
Tom finished the peas with great difficulty, resenting Nancy’s obvious relish at smearing the food all over his face. He was relieved to be released from the chair and led, crawling, to the living room. Nancy propped him up on Sherry’s lap as Sherry exposed her breast. Anxious to get the taste of peas out of his mouth, Tom eagerly took the tit into his mouth, much to the women’s delight. He ignored their taunts as he sucked the warm milk.
Suddenly, his contentment disappeared. All the distractions had covered up the ache in his bladder. He had to pee badly. He tried to turn away to tell his needs, but Sherry forced his head back deep into her bosom. No other choice, Tom thought. He released the flow of pee slowly but could soon feel the gusher flood his diaper. It seemed to never end as it soaked the front, then the crotch and finally the rear of his diaper. The relief was tremendous and he resumed sucking with vigor. A few minutes later, he felt Sherry’s hand go inside his panties and press against the front of his sopping diaper. She smirked.
“I think Baby Tommie has taken to his didies quite nicely. He’s soaked. When he drains my milk, we’ll change him.”
“Okay, Sherry,” Nancy replied, looking at her watch. “Then I think it’s time to go home for his nap.”

This story is written by tammie2

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Open Wide!

Open Wide!Order by CrinkleGirl

Draw by Tropicana


Aww it seems like someone is getting force feeding some special food here. I sure wounder what is the background tho this drawing and the story about this two :) That sure is something that should be nice to know.

But it sure makes for an interesting drawing. She sure seems to be pretty angry and blushing about the situation. But i bet most of all would react something similar in this type of situation.

The Baby Sitter App Part 4

This story is written by fuzzybunny

Meal Time

“Chase. I need you stop.” Jeff said as he placed his hand on Chase’s shoulder.

“No…” Chase said.

“Your acting like a baby. If you don’t stop then I can help you stop. Do you need another spanking, like the one you got a hour ago?” Jeff said.

“You. You wouldn’t.” Chase as he stared at Jeff.

“Don’t try me. Now are you going to listen.” Jeff said.

“I don’t…I don’t know.” Chase said.

“I’ll decided for you.” Jeff said as he raised his hand and smacked Chase’s right thigh with a quick smack.

“Ouch…what was that for.” Chase said as he looked down and saw the red hand print on his thigh.

“Now. There is more where that came from. Just eat ok.” Jeff said. Chase looked around and saw that most of guys were already eating.

“Alright. Go ahead.” Chase said as he put his head down and opened his mouth.

“Good boy. How about we start off with some mashed peas, huh?” Jeff said as he opened the first jar of baby food. Chase just kept looking down and kept his mouth open.

‘That’s fine. Here comes the airplane.” Jeff said as he filled the spoon with the mush and shoved it into Chase’s mouth. Chase almost gagged and puffed up his cheeks.

“Swallow it. Now. Do not spit up.” Jeff said as he stared at Chase. Chase knew that he had no choice and swallowed the food.

“See it wasn’t that bad, was it.” Jeff said. Chase just glared at him. Jeff kept feeding Chase until all the jars of baby food were gone. His face was covered with the baby food, along with his bib.

‘Alright, here is two bottles of milk you need to drink.” Jeff said as he held them up.

“But I already had mashed peas, sweet potatoes, and baby carrots. I’m kind of full and I still have to go to the bathroom.” Chase said.

“Well once you finish your two bottles and then you can go potty. Chase remember you are a toddler/big boy. You still use words. So, the quicker you drink the quicker you can go.” Jeff said as held up the bottle to his mouth.

Chase just sighed and opened his mouth. Jeff shoved the bottle into his mouth and Chase began to suck on the nipple. Chase noticed that milk was sweet to the taste and began to drink as fast as he could. With in five minutes he had finished the bottle and his tummy was sticking out a bit from how full he was.

“Oh my. What a full belly. Are you ready for another one.” Jeff said as he giggled and rubbed Chase’s stomach.

“Please stop. I really have to go.” Chase said as he squirmed a bit, it felt weird for Jeff to rub his belly.

“What’s wrong, you have to go potty.” Jeff said in a mocking tone as he held up the last bottle to Chase’s face.

“Yes. I have to go potty.” Chase said as he felt his bladder begin to build pressure.

“So, you want daddy to give you the last bottle.” Jeff said as he swung the bottle back and forth in front of his face.

“Yes. I want the bottle.” Chase screamed.

“No. Say it right, baby.” Jeff mockingly said.

“I. I need…Please, Daddy…. I need…the last bottle. Please give me the bottle.” Chase begged.

“Good. Now say I’m Daddies little baby boy.” Jeff said softly.

“Please…Jeff….” Chase said.

“Say it or I’ll make you piss yourself and shame you infront of everyone. Now say it right.” Jeff said as he raised his voice.

“I’m Daddies little baby boy.” Chase said softly as tears began to form in his eyes.

“Good. Now what is my name and what is your name.” Jeff said.

“PLEASE JEFF.” Chase begged aloud.

“Answer me.” Jeff said.

“Your name is daddy Jeff and my name are Chase.” Chase said softly.

“Correct but what is your title, I know your name Chase.” Jeff said.

“My name is Baby Chase.” Chase as he stared at Jeff with teary eyes.

“Good boy. Now here is your baba.” Jeff said as he shoved the milk into his mouth. Chase just began to suck down the milk until it was gone. Once the bottle was done, Jeff began to wipe off Chase’s face with a rag until he was clean.

“Are you full” Jeff said as finished cleaning up the jars of food and bottles.

“Yeah.” Chase said as he moved a bit and could tell he over ate by his bloated belly.

“Alright. Are you ready to get down?” Jeff asked.

“Yes. Please.” Chase said.

“Good boy, now let’s see what’s next.” Jeff said as he looked at the schedule at the wall.

“So, we can either get you a bath and get you ready for bed or we can watch a movie or play.” Jeff said.

“Potty now please.” Chase said.

“Oh, that’s right.” Jeff said as he took out the tray and hit the button on the five-point harness in the high chair. He helped Chase down to his feet.

“So, I guess you can go back to playing in the playroom.” Jeff said as he grabbed Chase’s hand and took him to the hall. He pulled him into door that said potty. The room had a line of potty seats that could fit all the guys here. There were six in a row and had various animals on each one. All of them had belts on the waist and handle bars with straps for the hands.

“Alright Chase. Let’s get this off you.” Jeff said as he started to unlock the belt.

“Wait. Can’t I do this myself.” Chase said as he backed away from Jeff’s grasp.

“No. Only a daddy can. Now you said you had to go. Stop playing and lets get your pull up down.” Jeff said.

“Wait I have to use that with you watching.” Chase said.

“Yes. You have already been dressed. And if you use your pullup, your one step closer to diapers, if you do use it, your one step closer to big boy underwear. Don’t you want my little baby. Don’t you want your underwear back and not training pants.” Jeff said as he tried to coax him.

‘I don’t know” Chase said as he looked down at his pants and could feel his bladder about to burst.

“Please don’t make me decide for you. You have until the count of three or I decide for you.” Jeff said.

“I don’t…” Chase said as he wanted to try and keep his modesty as much as he could.

“One.” Jeff said.

“Please daddy.” Chase said.

“Two.” Jeff said as he raised his tone.

“Daddy. Please I need more time.” Chase said as his heart began to race.

“Three. OK. That’s it. Let’s do this.” Jeff said as he grabbed Chase and began to pull him towards on the pottys.

“Daddy what are you doing.” Chase said as he began to pull away, but Jeff was to strong. Jeff easily placed him on the potty that looked like yellow dog. Jeff quickly placed Chase’s patted bottom on top of the seat and easily strapped his waist down to the potty.

“No…Please stop.” Chase said as he tried to undo the waist belt, but Jeff quickly took each of his hands and strapped his hands to the handle bar.

“Hey, let me out of this thing.” Chase said as he tried to break free but couldn’t. His hands were trapped, and his lower half was stuck the chair and his legs were forced on the ground.

“No. If you can not go potty on yourself for another ten minutes. Then I’ll let you use the potty by yourself in private. Deal?’ Jeff said as he walked over to the counter and grabbed two items.

“This isn’t fair. You can’t do this.” Chase said.

“Oh I can. It’s either this game or I give you laxatives and make you wear a diaper with a body suit and put you in the play room and make you shit yourself.” Jeff said.

“I can do it.” Chase said.

“And one more thing, I don’t want to hear your mouth anymore.” Jeff said as he came over to Chase and placed a blue paci gag on his face and strapped it tight behind his head.

“Mphmm.” Chase said as he squirmed.

“And now the time begins.” Jeff said as he set timer and it began to count down.

“Oh if you don’t make it. Then you will be placed in thick night time diapers for tonight.” Jeff said as he chuckled and sat down across from Chase.

Chase just began to tear up and squirm in his restraints, he looked over at the timer as it ticked down slower and the pressure on his bladder grew stronger faster.

This story is written by fuzzybunny

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The Baby Sitter App Part 3

This story is written by fuzzybunny

Rules and Fun

“What did you say.” One of the workers said across the room.

“Fuck this place and fuck you.” Chase said as he yelled more still trying to pull of his pants but had no luck. He started to work on his shirt instead as the other guys just kept staring at him.

“Son sit down and stop or else.” The worker said as he walked right over.

“Or what…huh…you’re going to punish me.” Chase said as he stared at the man.

“Yes…” The worker said quietly as he pulled down Chase’s shirt and pulled Chase by his arm over to a wooden bench.

“What…wait…what are you going to do to me.” Chase said as he started to pull away.

‘I’m going to spank you.” The worker said as he pulled Chase onto his stomach and quickly strapped down his back with his legs and arms with various belts that were attached. Chase was now nice and secured to the wooden bench, with his patted bottom high in the air.

“Hey. I’m sorry. You don’t have to do this to me.” Chase said as he tried to break free, but it was no use.

“To late. Attention everyone. Please have a look at Chase here. He didn’t follow the rules and so now he will be punished, let this be a warning for all you rebel’s out there.” The worker said as he grabbed the wooden paddle and brought it up to Chase’s thigh.

“Please you don’t have to do….Ouch…” Chase said as the worker came down hard onto his thigh. Chase started to turn red from the pain and embarrassment from the situation he was in.

“Quiet. The more you talk or struggle, the more licks you get.” The worker said softly.

“Ouch….” Chase yelled out in pain as the worker came down onto his thighs, red marks were starting to form below his childish shorts. The worker kept on for another ten licks, until Chase was in tears and pain. The whole room of workers and guys just stared and watched Chase as he balled in pain from his punishment.

‘Now…will you listen.” The worker said.

‘Yes…Yes…” Chase said as tears of pain came from his eyes.

“Yes what.” The worker said.

‘Yes sir.” Chase quickly spat out.

“No, it’s Yes, Daddy.” The worker said.

“Yes. Daddy.” Chase said softly. The worker quickly unstrapped Chase from the wooden bench lead him back down onto the carpet so he could sit down. Chase struggled to sit from his spanking, but he had no choice but to force himself to sit down. Even with the thick pullup on, Chase could still the pain and heat radiating from his body.

“Alright. Hello, my babies, don’t you all look cute in your little outfits. How are you all doing?” Sam said she entered the room. All the workers were standing around the walls while the guys were all siting in a circle.

‘Well I heard someone had a small issue, but it was resolved. Things like that will be resolved in a two or three strike rule. It depends on the worker. So, let’s go over some rules that we have here. You heard a few earlier today but we will go over some of the minor ones and a few more major ones. OK, wont that be fun.” Sam said. The guys just gave her a blank stare.

“I said, doesn’t that sound fun?” Sam said again stronger tone.

Sam placed her hand on her hip and bit her lip and glared at the group. “Hey. When I ask my little lovely babies a question, you should shake your head yes or no. Not a blank stare. If you don’t next time, every one of you will go back on the wooden bench and have fifteen licks for each of your bottoms. Do I make myself clear?” Sam said. Quickly, the group of guys shook their heads in agreement to Sam, while the workers started to chuckle.

“Ok, now that we have that out the way. Let’s talk about diaper changes and getting out and getting in diapers.” Sam said.

“You were either selected by your age. If you are above C then you are a kid. B is a toddler while A is a baby. So, if your room says any of those letters then that’s your treatment, from meal time, to bed and bath time and to even potty time. So, if you are A or B. Out of luck. If you are a good little toddler, then you get training pants. If your bad well then diapers. If you’re a C, then you get big boys pants unless you wet or mess them twice in a day. But your worker can decide if that will happen or not, it’s all based on your situation and your profile. Everyone got it.” Sam said as everyone shook their head in agreement.

“OK, do not remove your clothes, diapers, pullups, or underwear. Don’t throw your food away or hide it. You will wear and eat and drink everything we give you. That is not choice. Either we can let you do it on your own or we will force you. Your choice. All your personal stuff if you had any will be returned to you on your leaving date. Always show respect to your daddy worker. We have designated playtimes, changing times, potty time, snack time, nap times, bath times and meal times. These times are not negotiable, you will follow the schedule to the t. And final and last rule, we can add rules anytime, so enjoy yourselves, were here to help you relax. We will take care of everything for you and I mean everything. Alright, that’s all for now babies. I’ll see you guys tonight for dinner. Daddy workers, have fun with the babies for a good hour and then dinner time.” Sam said as she walked out the room.

That’s when each of the worker’s started to go to each one of the guys and started to talk to them and even play with them. Chase just sat on the ground and watched the reactions of everybody else. Most of the guys just went along with the actions while some still trying their best to fight it.

“So, you are…” A daddy worker came over and approached Chase.

“Chase…. can you please leave me alone?” Chase said as he sighed and held his head down.

“What’s wrong, my name is Daddy Jeffery, or you can call me daddy or Jeff.” Jeff said as he sat beside Chase.

“I don’t want to be here. I’m adult, not some man child or man baby or whatever.” Chase said.

“Well, its ok. Your only here for the weekend and you’ll be out of here in less than a few days. Besides why don’t you just play and then it will be time for dinner.” Jeff said.

“No. I’ll just sit here and I’m not eating. I want out.” Chase said as he kept his arms crossed.

“Well that’s fine with me. Now you can have fun and I’ll come and get you when it’s time for dinner. And I’ll be your main caretaker for this weekend. So, if you need anything just yell for me.” Jeff said as he got up and walked away. Chase just sat there with a blank stare on his face, thinking about what he could do next to get out of here.

Chase finally got bored and decided to go along with for right now and walked over to some toys with the other guys and began to play with them. For what seemed like an entirety, finally an announcement was made over the loud speaker that dinner was ready. All the daddies came in and started to easily grab and pull each one of their babies out the door.

Jeff came for Chase and grabbed his hand and easily pulled him up. Chase went along with it and started walking down the hall. That’s when Chase felt the call of nature hit him.

“Um, hey I have to go.” Chase said.

“You have to what.” Jeff said.

‘I have to go to the bathroom.” Chase said.

“I don’t understand you. Are you using the right language?” Jeff said.

“I…I…Daddy Jeff I have to go potty.” Chase said as he turned red.

“Oh. Well you can go, and I can help you go after dinner.’ Jeff said.

‘But…” Chase said.

“If you’re a big boy then you should be able to hold it.” Jeff said as he pulled Chase into the kitchen. Chase noticed that all the other guys were already being set into high chairs and strapped in.

“Up you go buddy.” Jeff said as he easily placed Jeff into the high chair and strapped Chase into the five-point harness.

“What, no, please I don’t need this.” Chase said as he began to reach for the button , but Jeff quickly placed the tray across his stomach and pinned his arms to his side.

“Jeff. Please, I don’t want to eat.” Chase said as he tried to get out but all he could do was to squirm his legs and make is pullup rustle.

“You need to eat. You don’t have an option.” Jeff said as he got a few jars of baby jars and two babies bottle and placed on the tray. Jeff then took out a blue baby bib and placed it around his neck.

“Now read me what that reads.” Jeff said as he giggled a bit.

“It’s says daddy’s little baby.” Chase said to himself.

‘No..I’m not a baby…” Chase said as he began to yell and kick his legs in frustration.

This story is written by fuzzybunny

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Reluctant Dinner Guest

Reluctant Dinner Guest

Anna: Look Paige, I dunno HOW you turned into a baby, but you gotta eat until I can figure out how to change you back.

Paige: Ok, but stop making all those airplane sounds, they make me feel funny.

Anna: ….vroom vroom here comes the choo choo!

Paige: ANNA!!

Order by dirtybook

Draw and text by Reva_the_Scarf


Aww poor Paige it sure seems like he/she dont like this situation on bit. Wounder if Anna is going to be able to change him/she back into an adult again.

Babyfur Comic: Wile E’s Reset Ch.2 Pg.2

Babyfur Comic: Wile E's Reset Ch.2 Pg.2
Wile E is put in a highchair with some chowder and mashed panini in-front of him. He’s reluctant to eat his food, and Mom E mentions that he would have to use his hands if he wasn’t willing to be fed. The clever mother uses that moment to tickle Wile E’s feet and tickle him to get his mouth open to feed him. Despite the trick, he ends up actually liking the meal. Following that, he stubbornly accepts his spoonful of foods.

Wile E Coyote © Warner Bros.
Mom E Coyote © yoshiokaidamasayoshi

Draw by ArtieCanvas


I sure think that this is going to help Wile E to understand that is always good to try the food before reacting it. You newer know if you are going to end up liking it.