Wile E’s Reset Ch.2 Pg.4

Wile E's Reset Ch.2 Pg.4Wile E finishes his bottle of milk, and Mom E proceeds to burp him afterwards. The small coyote then shows signs of drowsiness, so the doting mother brings him to the crib for nap time. Upon a quick picture and check, Mom E leaves the nursery. As she leaves the room, the little genius wakes up and begins his planning.

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

Draw and above text by ArtieCanvas

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30517311/

I sure think that Wile E is trying to figure out how to get out off this mess and be a big boy again. Is he going to be able to solve the puzzle? Or is he going to be force to stay as a baby?

I sure think we are going to get out answer later on :)

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Taking care of Fennec

Taking care of Fennec

Draw and everything by Nieve

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30444508/

Awww looks like this fox have ended up in the hands off a diaper changing machine.

But the fox dont seems to be worry about the situation? Maybe she is use to have a machine changing here diaper?

One thing for sure she really seems to like sucking from that baby bottle :)

 

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Pichu Training

Pichu TrainingPhil “captures” me and treats me…. my age?

Order, coloring and above text by Rogeykun

Original Sketch by tato

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30352935/

Awww looks like this Golduck have found a cute little Pichu to take some really good care off :)

And yes nap sure is imported for a baby so they could grow and play :)

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Drink all you milk

 

Drink all you milk

order by zerchves

Draw by Diapered-buns

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30200490/

Yes it sure is important for the baby to finish his or here bottle before some adventures in the sandbox and this even include big babies like this one we have here ;)

She sure have ended up in one kind of blushing situation here.

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Tricked into Diapers Chapters 8

This story is written by tammie2

VIII.

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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Regressed Amy and Cream

Regressed Amy and CreamOrder by dirtybooks

Draw by Pidgopidgey

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/29297460/

Amy and Cream sure seems to be needing a diaper change more then they need a new bottle :)

They sure is wearing well used diaper right now that should be changed. Its kind of amazing that the diaper dont have start leaking yet it sure seems to be super messy.

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Adult baby Comic: Aether Foundation Page 2

Adult baby Comic: Aether Foundation Page 2This is a collab between Rogeykun and tato

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/29261698/

Awww looks like this sylveon is forcing this boy back to diapers and force feeding him whit help of a baby bottle. At lest he stop crying and fuzzing for the moment :)

He sure have ended up in one special situation here. It sure going to be nice to see what is going to happen in the next page in this comic.

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The Baby Sitter App Part 7

This story is written by fuzzybunny

Night Time Pressure and Saturday Morning Cartoons

Chase started to stir from his deep sleep and opened his eyes. He lifted his head up, still dazed and noticed that the nursery was still dark but for the night light in the corner. Chase started to move around a bit with what range of motion he had. Chase tried to adjust his arms, but the slack wouldn’t give on the restraints. Chase then tried to move his lower half but noticed that his legs were kept apart by the thick diaper and the sleeper kept his legs slightly bent. That’s when he noticed he felt the call of nature hit him hard.

“Oh no.” Chase thought as he started to move around to adjust himself. Chase new he was stuck the way he was, so he made best with what he had. He decided to try and hold it the best way he could by trying to keep his mind clear. After the next hour or so, the idea seemed to be working until the pressure started to be a bit too much for Chase.

“God. I’m not a baby.” Chase thought as his stomach rumbled loud.

“Uh oh” Chase thought as he began to squirm a bit more. Chase knew it was a matter of time but with in a few moments of hearing his stomach rumble, Chase was on the breaking point.

“No…No. I can’t.” Chase thought as he tried to find a comfortable position to hold, but it was too late. A loud fart came from Chase’s lower half and he began to fill the back of his diaper. Chase felt the warm poo as it kept gushing out and spreading all over his bottom.

“I couldn’t have.” Chase thought as tears began to form in his eyes. Finally, Chase had stopped his bottom but soon found out that he needed to relieve his bladder. Chase in no mood to fight against nature, just gave in and flooded his diaper. The warm piss filled the front of his diaper as the front of his diaper began to expand.

Finally, after a few moments laying there in the crib and letting all his mess cool down and his tears dry. Chase finally decided to take a chance to move around a bit. Chase stopped once he found that every time he moved his lower half, the mess in the back of the diaper would smear even more.

“Now what.” Chase thought as he held still, sucking on his pacifier. He noticed that his poo was giving off a horrible smell. Chase knew that it was from the milk and baby food that he was fed earlier. Chase sat there trying his best not to gag on his own mess he made.

“Should I cry or wait. I don’t think I can wait.” Chase thought as he weighed his pros and cons. Chase finally thought it would be good to call for Jeff, so he could get change, so he spat out his pacifier.

“Hey Jeff. Daddy Jeff.” Chase said as he yelled a bit but there was no response.

“Jeff…Daddy…. Hello…I need a change.” Chase yelled again but no response.

“This cant be. He wouldn’t leave me like this…. would he.” Chase thought as his mind was rushing and the shame of just what happened, started to bring tears back to his eyes. After a moment, Chase’s mind soon let go and his emotions took over and soon started to cry uncontrollably.

“Ahh…What’s wrong baby.” Jeff said as he walked back into the nursery. Chase looked at him once he walked in and started to calm down a bit.

“I need a change.” Chase said as he sniffled a bit.

“Well let’s see. Sure, smells like it.” Jeff said as he walked over to the crib and reached down and felt the front and back side of the diaper. Chase just squirmed a bit from feeling a bit awkward from the situation.

“Yup your wet and stinky.” Jeff said as he looked at him.

“Well are you going to change me.” Chase said as he looked up at Jeff.

“Um. No. The diaper should hold up and I see your pacifier is out your mouth.” Jeff said.

“I spat it out in order to get you and why aren’t you changing me…..Daddy” Chase whimpered.

“I’ll change you in the morning when I feel like it. Now Just relax and go back to bed. Good night baby boy.” Jeff said.

“No…I want to be changed now please.” Chase begged as he began to cry.

“Chase. If you don’t stop crying I will spank you in the morning if you don’t stop. Now good night.” Jeff said. Chase still began to cry and squirm in the crib as Jeff headed towards the door.

“I will be spanking you In the morning baby boy.” Jeff said as he closed the door and cut the lights out, leaving Chase in the room by himself.

Chase laid in the crib as he sobbed. He tried his best to ignore the smell or the feeling of a full diaper down below. He had stopped squirming and just laid there, trying not to move his diaper so he wouldn’t spread his mess. Soon Chase found himself asleep in the crib.

Chase awoken to the door being opened and Jeff walking over towards the crib.

“Good morning sleepy head.” Jeff said as he lowered the railing of the crib. Jeff leaned over and rubbed Chase’s stomach.

“Uh…what time is it.” Chase said as he looked around. He tried his best to stretch with what range of motion he had.

“It’s 8 o’clock in the morning. Its Saturday. Now let’s get up and get you changed and then you can go with the other little babies and watch cartoons. How does that sound.” Jeff said.

“Yes. Please Daddy. Anything to get out of this diaper and to be clean” Chase said as his eyes got watery.

“Great.” Jeff said as he undid the restraints helped Chase onto the floor until he was on all fours.

‘Daddy…why can’t I walk there.” Chase said he looked up at him.

“Well your diaper is full and I’m not taking off your sleep suit until you get to the changing table. So, come on unless you want to stay in that.” Jeff said as he walked over to the changing table. Chase didn’t say a word. He quickly crawled on all fours behind Jeff with the crinkling sound following him.

“Alright let’s get you up here.” Jeff said as he picked up Chase and laid him on the table. Jeff undid the sleep suit and took it off and tossed it into the dirty clothes hamper. Chase just laid there not wanting to cause any trouble.

“Now let’s get you ready.” Jeff said as he placed Chase’s hands in the restraints and strapped a waist belt over Chase. Chase just relaxed and let Jeff do his work.

“All my, you sure do smell. Don’t worry Daddy will make it all better.” Jeff said as he blew a raspberry onto Chase’s stomach. Chase giggled a bit and squirmed a bit on the table, it felt weird, but he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Huh, my little boy likes this huh.” Jeff said as he began to un-tape the messy diaper from Chase. Jeff grabbed a hold of Chase’s legs and held them high in the air as he rolled up the dirty diaper and threw it away. Jeff then took his time and wiped Chase clean on his lower half. Chase was shocked that Jeff didn’t complain about the mess or the smell of what he had created. After a few more wipes Chase was finally clean.

“Ok, now that your clean. I think its time for me to keep my end of the deal.” Jeff said as he held Chase’s legs tighter and held his legs higher with one hand and took his other hand and smacked Chases bottom.

“Ouch. What was that for.” Chase said as he squirmed a bit.

‘For you not going back to sleep when you were told. You need to listen to your daddy.” Jeff said as his hand came back down onto his bottom.

“Ouch. I’m sorry daddy.” Chase begged as he tried to break free, but the restraints and Jeff held him tight.

“Now hold still or else your get more.” Jeff said as he came back down with another smack. Jeff spanked Chase’s bottom for another six times until he was done. Chase’s was screaming and crying on the changing table, while his bottom was red and sore.

“Now you listen to me ok.” Jeff said.

“Yes…Yes. Daddy.” Chase sniffled.

“Now let’s get you a diaper.” Jeff said as he released Chase’s legs and went underneath the table.

“Daddy. I don’t need a diaper. I’m a big boy.” Chase begged.

“Well if you can make until after lunch and you haven’t used it yet. Then we can get you into some training pants.” Jeff said as he got the diaper out and began to unfold it.

“Oh…Ok…. daddy.” Chase said softly. Jeff easily brought the front of the diaper up onto Chase’s stomach and taped up the diaper tightly.

“There we go now let’s get you a t-shirt.” Jeff said as he walked over to the dresser and grabbed one. Jeff undid the restraints and sat Chase up onto his diapered bottom and placed the red shirt over him. Jeff then got some red socks and slipped them over his feet. Chase looked down and saw what he was wearing. The shirt he was wearing was a childish micky mouse t-shirt, along with some matching socks. The diaper Chase was wearing was thick, white and had babyish designs over the top of it.

“Now lets go see the other babies.” Jeff said as he carried Chase like a toddler on his hip into the mian play room. Once inside the other babies were already sitting down watching childish cartoons, drinking from sippy cups and bottles. While the other daddies were in the corner chatting up a storm.

Jeff grabbed a bottle from the counter and placed Chase on the floor and gave him the bottle.

“Alright, I’ll be over in the corner if you need me.” Jeff said as he walked away.

Chase was incited with the childish cartoon and kept watching it. Chase unknowingly began to drink his bottle while he watched the t.v.

About an hour into carton time, Chase finally came back to his senses. He looked down and saw what he was wearing and the bottle in his hand.

‘I need to get out of here.” Chase thought to himself. He quietly placed the bottle on the ground and began to look around, there was no windows and it only had one door with two daddies blocking the way.

“Do I just play along or do I fight..” Chase thought. Chase looked backed on the past hours he had spent here, all the embarrassing, mental and physical pain he had been through. Finally, the thought that all this was caused by Sara popped into his head.

“This is her fault.” Chase mumbled a bit as he began to stand, the rage inside him began to build.

“Fuck this place, fuck this baby shit, fuck Sara, fuck Sam, fuck you Jeff, fuck this cartoon time, fuck this bottle and fuck this diaper. I’m done here.” Chase said as he stood up and threw his bottle at the tv. He then ripped off his diaper and ran towards the door with his lower half naked.

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY.” Chase yelled as he got closer to the door. The daddies ready themselves, knowing what to do next.

 

This story is written by fuzzybunny

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Poor Chase he sure is in some big trouble now. I sure wounder what is going to happen now?

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