Sunny Hills Daycare, by Arf

Chapter 1
Sunny Hills Daycare

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Chapter Description: By Arf

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Brian growled to himself in frustration as he browsed the want ads for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. He had been job-hunting for weeks now and still nothing was available. Every time he did find a promising job he would call the potential employer and set up an interview. They would sometimes have him come in for a second time, but that was usually the end of it. Follow-up calls revealed that the position had been quickly filled. His rent was way past due and he knew that if he didn’t find something soon he was going to be evicted.

Ever since his fiancée had thrown him out of their apartment it seemed as though his life had rapidly gone downhill. She had found him in bed with another woman, drunk out of his mind and that had been the last straw for her. It wasn’t that big a deal, Brian thought. He hadn’t even had sex with that girl; they had just been messing around. Jenna had overacted as usual, though. One of these days she was going to realize what a huge mistake she’d made by dumping him.

Brian sipped his coffee as he perused the paper. As he put his cup back down on the table, he spilled some on the section he had been reading. "Damn!" Brian muttered, wiping the brown liquid off with the back of his hand. Just then he noticed an ad in a different part of the classifieds. It offered free room and board as part of its salary and no experience necessary. It was for a place called Sunny Hills Daycare. Brian pushed the thought aside and kept looking, but the idea seemed to repeatedly pop into his head as the day progressed.

When Brian returned to his apartment a notice of eviction was posted on the door. It was Tuesday and said that he had until next Wednesday to vacate the premises. Severely depressed he flopped down on the bed; tossing the newspaper down on the pillow. It unfolded back onto the page that Brian had seen the ad. He shrugged. Why the hell not, Brian thought to himself. It couldn’t hurt to call. A woman named Rosie answered the phone. She sounded excited that he was calling for the ad and verified her address. She wanted to meet at him 8:30 in front of the daycare.

The next morning Brian drove up the circular driveway to the complex. The place was in a nice part of the suburbs, each of the surrounding houses were large and new. The center looked as though it had been converted from a two story house, and a fenced off playground was in front. Brian parked in the first available spot and walked up to the gate. It had a childproofed latch, which took him a minute to figure out. As he was closing the gate behind him, a woman in an apron opened the door. She was middle aged with some gray touching on her russet hair tips. She was a little shorter than Brian and was on the stocky side. She had a warm, smiling face that seemed oddly familiar to him.

"Good morning, are you Brian?" she asked wiping her hands on her apron front. She had a soft voice, but he could tell that she could be heard should the circumstance require it.

"Hello, yes I’m Brian Thomas. Nice place you have here." Brian smiled politely as he slipped into ’interview mode’. She filled him in on the daily operations of the center as she led him through the door. Just inside was a large common area with sleeping mats in the corner, games and toys on shelves, and tables littered with crayons and paper. Typical stuff for a daycare, Brian thought, even though he had never been to one before. He had expected the place to smell like piss and other baby things, but was pleasantly surprised to find the air was quite fresh.

"We are open six days a week, Monday through Saturday, 6:00 AM to 6:00 PM. We would need you to work full time, but it’s not hard work. My sister Jen and I opened this business and have been meaning to hire some help for quite a while but we just never got around to it. Now we’re in bind because she is going to be in the hospital and won’t be able to work for a few weeks."

"I hope it’s not serious." Brian said feigning being concerned. Rosie led him past a kitchen and small laundry room and into her office. It was as bright as the rest of the building, and just as cluttered.

"No, she isn’t hurt too badly. She twisted her knee and has to go in several times for therapy. She also has to stay off her feet for a while. We both decided that she might as well take a vacation."

She offered Brian a seat by the desk as he filled out the paperwork for taxes and the necessary forms for a background check. They discussed salary and such when the offer for free room and board came up.

"Yes, well, we do have a room available here but, it’s not much. It was an old nursery from when we took take of infants. We thought it was too much work and now only take ages two to nine, but you wont see many kids past seven here."

She led Brian down the hall and to a room. Bright blue wallpaper dotted with little animals greeted his eyes as Brian surveyed the room. The air had changed and the room smelled of baby powder and diapers. In the far corner was a single sized bed, which looked as though it had been converted to a crib. There was a mobile still hanging off the corner. The bed’s headboard and footboard were both about three feet higher than the mattress. There was a railing on the wall side of the bed that was raised to the same height as front and back, the side closest to the door was lowered to the floor.

Opposite of the bed was a large dresser with a changing table on the top. Various toys and games were scattered about the room, but on the plus side, there was a large TV mounted on the wall. "Well, what do you think? I know it needs some work, but once you get situated we’ll see about finding some storage for some of these things and get you some decent furniture." Rosie was clutching her hands in front of her apron.

"Oh, it’s fine," Brian said. ’Well, at least the TV was decent’, he thought. Hell it definitely smelled better here than his current place, even with the baby smell. Moreover, she had said that she would get some new things. "I don’t really have much except some clothes. I lost everything in a fire a few months ago. I think I can manage for a while."

"Wonderful, when do you think you can start? I could really use some help starting on Monday."

"How about I move in on Sunday and start the next day?"

"That would be great! My sister and I have an outside entrance to the upstairs, and for the most part, we keep to ourselves when the day is over. I will do the shopping every Sunday and stock up for the week, so if there is anything you want you can just jot it down on the fridge and I’ll get it for you."

The next few days Brian spent packing and making arrangements to sell the few possessions that he had left. Brian spent most of the money he had left getting drunk and woke a couple times in the bathtub. He was excited and a bit nervous as Sunday finally came around. He packed all of his stuff into his car and drove over to the daycare around noon. Rosie was unpacking groceries from her car as Brian pulled up. He helped her finish unloading before seeing to unpacking his own things.

Brian placed all of his books, movies, and video games on the top of the diaper rack that was under the TV. He only had a couple of hang up shirts for the closet and the rest of his clothes easily fit into the dresser underneath the changing table. There were some bulky cloth diapers, rubber pants, and other baby clothes left over in a few of the drawers so he collected them up and moved them to the upper right drawer. Brian finished by setting up his Playstation just under the TV, in the space that was normally used by a VCR. He also stacked the boxes of toys into the corner by the dresser. In the night stand he found a stack of disposable diapers. He decided to leave them until later as he closed the door to the stand.

Rosie came in behind him as the new tenant finished making sure the TV worked. "It looks like you’re all set up here. Wonderful, I’ll see about moving some of those toys out sometime. I’m going to be gone for the rest of the day, so just help yourself to what’s in the fridge and make yourself right at home." After thanking her, Brian decided to scope the place out.

He found that the shower room was its own room while there was an extra room that looked like it had been used for changing infants. There was a long sturdy looking table against the wall, and there were still diapers on the shelves. Brian made himself a sandwich and then took a walk around the block. There were many trees about the center that screened the daycares property from the neighboring houses. Brian spent the rest of the day drinking beer and playing some video games.

His first day passed pretty uneventfully. Brian learned to keep an eye on the kids, but for the most part, they took care of themselves. Rosie had him read a story to the kids before having him watch them while they played outside. After lunch, the kids took a nap before the older children arrived from school. Brian found that he had to watch himself as he almost lost his temper with a couple of the fourth grade kids. It wouldn’t do to get angry on the first day, he thought.

That night Brian drank the rest of his beer while masturbating to a porno he had brought. He panted in exhaustion as he lay on his bed; his eyes looking about for something to wipe himself off on when an idea came to him. He smiled as he sat up and pulled a diaper from the nightstand. He rubbed his mess into it, the plastic rustling as he rolled it up and threw it into the trash. He finished off a couple more beers before finally passing out.

The shadow chased me through the woods, each step causing the ground tremble. I looked back and for the first time was able to make out its form in the fog. I stopped in shock as the creature that had terrified me turned out to be nothing more than a teddy bear. It was maybe three feet tall and its thumb was stuffed into its mouth. I was about to laugh when it ran over and wrapped its arms around my legs in a big hug.

"I wuv you," it rumbled. As the teddy spoke it started to grow until it was just a little taller than me, its button eyes staring happily into mine. I struggled as its furry arms hugged me tight, one paw moving my hand up to my mouth.

Brian woke to find his thumb in his mouth. Weird, he thought, the dream already fading from his mind. Brian stared at his pickled thumb in slight disgust. That day went the same as the day before, Brian finally learning some of the kid’s names and helping them out a little. He was surprised to find that he was actually enjoying himself.

Thursday went pretty good for Brian as the kids had finally warmed up enough to him to let him join them every now in then. Everything was fine until Brian noticed that Joey was off in the corner by himself. He was six and usually a ball of energy, so Brian walked over to him to see what was going on. "What are you doing, Joey?" he asked.

"Nuffin." Joey mumbled. He moved so that his back was to the room and to the adults.

"Let me see." Brian said as he turned the boy around. Brian saw his problem immediately. The first graders jeans were wet in the front and Brian finally recognized the faint odor in the air as urine. Joey hung his head, his cheeks red with embarrassment.

"It’s okay, accidents happen. Let’s go see Mrs. Rosie." Brian tried to suppress a smile as took the kids hand and walked the boy slowly over to the kitchen. Rosie was reading a story to some kids and had him take over as she went to see about Joey.

Brian noticed that Joey spent the rest of the day by himself and decided to check on him. The boy was wearing some different pants that had an elastic waistband. He also noticed that Joey’s middle bulged a bit. Brian heard the crinkle of plastic when he moved and had to stop himself from laughing out loud as realized that the boy must be wearing a diaper. A couple of the fourth graders pointed and laughed, but they kept it mostly quiet. Joey’s mother took the diaper in stride when she came to pick the first grader up, though his father had to hide his obvious disappointment in his son.

"Rosie, why was Joey in a diaper?" Brian asked after they had closed for the day. "Isn’t that a bit extreme?" He didn’t really care, but he just wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t have to do any diaper changes in the future. He hadn’t signed up for any of that baby shit.

"Oh, that’s just one of our policies. We don’t want to deal with the mess, so if anyone has an ’accident’ they spend the rest of the day diapered. It keeps most kids from having problems, because they are too embarrassed to go through it more than once. The parents know and if they have a problem they are free to take their kids elsewhere. Don’t worry though, I’ll take care of it if another accident happens."

Brian nodded in agreement. If the little bastard can’t control himself then it probably serves him right, he thought as he shoved the image of Joey’s face from his mind. He chuckled a little to himself as finished putting things away for the night.

Brian said goodnight as he headed out to his car. He had gotten a small advance from Rosie’s office and headed out to the bar. It was past midnight when he got back and, he was careful to park his car normally. Brian woke up with a pounding headache and spent the day nursing his sore head. He snapped a couple times at Rosie and the kids, until she finally sent him outside to watch the children play. She scowled at his childish behavior and wondered if she hadn’t made a mistake with him.

Brian apologized to her as he came back in for lunch and she felt a little relieved. Brian napped with the kids, waking up with his thumb in his mouth again. He quickly wiped his hand off on his pants, looking around to make certain no one had seen him. He couldn’t believe that he was doing such a babyish thing, and quickly put it from his mind.

The rest of day passed fairly uneventfully, though he had some trouble with the older kids again. It seemed to him that the ringleader was a kid named Nick. He always seemed to be goading the others into doing something, and delighted in tormenting the younger children. Brian personally found his antics to be quite amusing, but from an authoritarian position he knew he was going to have to put a stop to his behavior eventually.

The shadow was after me again, this time I knew what it was, but didn’t want it to catch me. I swore as I sucked on my thumb, my foot just missing a tree root. The giant teddy jumped out of the bushes in front of me, its paws just missing me as I ran. I saw that it was wearing toddlers training pants. They appeared to be damp as he chased me through the woods. He was much larger than last time, almost eight feet tall in height. I kept running, but he was too fast, his huge arms pulling me once more into a hug.

"I wuv you, wots," he rumbled again as he held me aloft, swaying back and forth. I felt wetness around my crotch and looking down saw that I was also wearing training pants just like his.

Brian woke to find his thumb in his mouth again and his sheets slightly damp to the touch. He pulled himself up, his mind still fuzzy from last nights drinking. He was glad he had restocked his beer supply. It was much nicer spending the evening here drinking and jerking it than messing with the bars. He paused to pick up the sticky diaper he had used to clean himself up with last night and deposited it in the trash.

That day it seemed to Brian as though he was constantly running to the bathroom, his bladder always feeling full. He seemed to be dripping more into his underwear after he went and they were very damp by lunch time. During the kids nap time, he quietly went to his room and changed his shorts. He found some baby wipes on the changing table and rubbed himself down before dressing, the odor tickled his nose as he deposited the wipes in the trash.

Brian was a little worried as he went back into the common area. He had no idea why he was having this problem but hoped that it would pass. He didn’t have the money for medical bills, and didn’t know when he would. ’I hope it wasn’t from that girl last week’, he thought to himself.

The next day was Sunday and Brian was glad to have the day off. His sheets were damp and he pulled them off and threw them into the laundry. His nose wrinkled slightly at the smell of piss. He grabbed a bowl of cereal before he drove to the park. He spent the morning jogging, checking out every or so woman he passed.

Rosie was just finished putting the groceries away when Brian got back. "I put your beer in the back fridge; I hope it’s the brand you like." He mumbled thanks as he headed to the shower. He dressed and spent the rest of the day drinking and watching TV. The next day Brian had to change his underwear again around lunch. He noticed that Rosie was looking at him strangely from time to time, and some of the kids sniffed the air when he walked by.

At the end of the day Steve and Jonnie, a first grader and a Kindergartener respectively, approached him. "Mr. Brian, did you have an accident?" Steve asked quietly. Brian looked down at the pair quizzically. "Your pants are wet." They both laughed as they ran off. Brian looked down, noticing a dark stain around his crotch. His pants were definitely damp as he felt them. Brian’s face burned as he quickly went to his room to change. He made good use of the baby wipes before slipping on new clothes.

Brian was putting up some toys when Rosie approached him. "Brian, I noticed the last few days that you have, um, had some trouble." The man’s face felt like the sun as he fixedly stared at the Barney doll he was putting into the play bin. "I have heard that people in high stress have sometimes developed these ’problems’. Anyway I put some things in your room that I hope will help. If you need anything else, please just ask." Brian said goodnight as they closed up and she went upstairs.

The ’things’ she left for him were oversized toddler training pants. Brian sighed, picking one pair up. They were like briefs, but much thicker and lacking the opening in the front. Rosie had left about ten; half of them baby blue with yellow ducks, the rest were white with brown teddy bears on them. What the hell is she thinking, Brian thought fuming with indignation. I don’t need these, because I’m not going to have any more problems. His mouth pulled into a pout as he went to the fridge and grabbed a six pack of beer.

The next morning as he grabbed some clean clothes to change into he found that he was out of underwear. Hell, he muttered angrily. He had forgotten to do laundry last night. It’s all that damn Rosie’s fault, he thought. If she hadn’t gotten him so angry he would have remembered before he had started drinking. Feeling humiliated, Brian realized that he only had the training pants to wear. Only for today, he promised himself. Brian took a shower and stepped into the next room where he normally dressed. The stacked baby diapers and clothes on the shelves seemed to laugh at him as he dried off.

Brian was a little red faced as he stepped into the white pants. Even though he was alone he felt very embarrassed as he pulled the soft material up. They were a bit tight and Brian found out they had elastic bands in the legs and waist. The center was about an inch thick and rubbed against his privates when he moved. His face burned as he realized he was getting aroused.

He noticed that the soft cotton bulged around his waist as he pulled his pants on. He had to stretch the pants tight to fasten them together. Little bears peaked out at him from the top of his waistband. He pulled a shirt on and went out to get ready for the day. His pants pulled at his waist, reminding him that he was wearing toddlers training pants. He found that even though his pants were a bit tight, he didn’t seem to be as wet by noon, or even the end of the day. The thick fabric soaked up the moisture and kept him dry.

As he was cleaning up for the day Rosie came over to see how he was doing and he thanked her for leaving those ’things’ in his room. She laughed. "We had a special needs child a few years back and he was on the big side. I kept them after he left just in case. I really understand, and if you need anything please let me know." She was so nice that Brian almost felt bad about the things he had thought about her. He thanked her again, as she headed upstairs. ’Dumb bitch’, he thought as he felt the training pants pull at his waist. Suddenly he felt a pressure in his bladder and he had to rush to the bathroom. He almost didn’t make it in time.

Brian spent the next few days running to the bathroom; the only thing saving him from public embarrassment was the bulky training pants. One evening after they had closed up, he went to the library to see if he could find an answer to his problem. Most of the information he found was directed at parents with toddlers, though he did find some information that backed up what Rosie had said to him. Discouraged, he headed back to the daycare, a damp spot spreading at his crotch.

The giant teddy towered over me as I ran, his huge diaper rustling as he pursued me. His one thumb was still stuck in his muzzle, the other spread wide for a hug. My wet training pants clung to my waist, and seemed to pull me backwards as I ran. I was also having trouble breathing as I continued to suck on my thumb. I glanced back to see the giant bending down.

Brian awoke Friday morning feeling a little odd. He took his thumb out of his mouth and shifted around uncomfortably before scrambling out of bed. "No, oh no!" He said in shock. Brian couldn’t believe this; he had wet the bed! He had never fully wet the bed, not even as a child.

His face burned with embarrassment as he stripped the bed of its sheets and mattress pad. He scrubbed the mattress with his dirty clothing before throwing them and the sheets into the corner. Rosie had left extra sheets in the closet, though they had ducks and bunnies on them. Brian flipped the mattress over and remade the bed. Rosie was passing the laundry room as Brian deposited his soaked sheets and clothes in the washer. "That’s a big load, maybe you should split it into two." She said as she passed. Brian was glad she hadn’t looked in on him.

He had calmed down a bit by this time and had convinced himself that it must have just been a fluke. Rosie asked if anything was wrong as they got ready for the kids, but he just shook his head. The day passed quickly, though Brian did have to run to the bathroom a couple times. He had completely forgotten about his promise not to wear training pants and Nick and his buddies laughed behind his back at the blue duck prints that poked out of his jeans when he bent down to pick things up.

Brian awoke just after midnight soaked. He couldn’t believe it! He stripped his bed and threw his wet sheets into the corner. He flipped the mattress over only to find the wet spot from that morning. Brian grabbed some towels and threw them down as he finished remaking the bed and collapsed back into a deep sleep. The next morning Brian woke again to a soaked bed. His normally white training pants dripped as he slid out of bed. Twice in one night! The room reeked of piss as he stood.

Rosie came in as he was stripping the bed. She took a deep breath as she looked about, her expression very disappointed as she stared at him. "I thought this might be happening." She said, sighing. Brian hung his head in shame. "Why don’t you get yourself cleaned up while I tidy up in here? We’ll talk about this later." Brian walked to the bathroom, his wet training pants causing him to walk funny.

Brian never found out what Rosie was going to say to him. That day he dozed off during nap time and awoke wet. Piss had soaked completely through his training pants and jeans. It was running off the plastic chair in a steady stream and onto the carpet below with little dripping sounds. The children were awakening and Jonnie immediately saw his predicament. The Kindergartener walked over to Rosie and said loudly, "Mrs. Rosie! Mrs. Rosie! Mr. Brian had an accident!" This woke up the rest of the children and Brian quickly got up and left the room, a chorus of laughter and giggles following close behind.

Rosie had one of the older kids take charge for a second as she followed Brian to his room. Her face was flushed with anger, and she seemed to tower over him. "Take those off now and clean yourself up." She said, throwing a couple towels at him before closing the door behind her. Brian used the towels to dry off and then the baby wipes to clean himself. He had just put on a new pair of training pants when Rosie reentered carrying a bag. She raised her eyebrow when she saw him and closed the door quietly behind her.

"Take those off and get on the table." She commanded.

"But-" Brian didn’t get any further before her glare cut him off. Humiliated he stripped the pants off and slid onto the changing table. She pushed him onto his back. She lifted up a large disposable diaper with Barney’s face on the front. "Spread your legs and lift up your bottom."

"Wait, I don’t need diapers." Brian protested weakly, even as he complied. She snorted as she slid the rustling material under his butt.

"You do if you’re going to be wetting the bed and yourself." Brian didn’t have a response for that, his mind whirling. She quickly spread talcum around before taping the diaper shut. "There, now get dressed and then go clean up your mess on the carpet. We’ve spent enough time on this nonsense." She marched out.

His diaper crinkled as Brian moved, and the thickness caused him to waddle slightly. An evil part of his mind whispered that it wasn’t waddle it was toddle. Brian winced, and then pulled on some clean pants. They wouldn’t fit over the diaper, however. They bulged out the seams and Brian could only almost button them. He pulled them off in disgust and went to the closet. Brian had a set of overalls that were a bit too big that fit over the large diaper just fine.

Brian looked at his reflection in the mirror before heading out. His waist was obviously wider giving his normally buff form a pear shape. The legs gathered a bit about his ankles and he frowned in confusion as he was certain they had been the correct length the last time he had worn them. Brian pulled some socks on and toddled out.

The kids were playing and Brian moved over to where he had napped, cleaning up his mess. Mrs. Rosie had obviously talked to the children as no one laughed. His diaper rustled loudly in his own ears and Brian was sure everyone could hear it. He played with the younger kids keeping well away from the older ones. He remembered that Joey had been taunted when he had had his accident and doubted he would be exempt from such treatment. Brian noticed that Nick was pointing and laughing at him. When the fourth grader realized Brian was looking he grabbed his groin and did a little dance like he was running to the bathroom. Brian quickly looked away.

The last child had left for the night and they were cleaning up when Brian felt an urgent pressure. His eyes bulged out as he ran to the bathroom, forgetting his diaper. Brian made it in time, but as he pulled his overalls down and was about to pull off the diaper his bladder released itself. Rosie came in the open door behind him, a scowl on her face. Brian looked down at the soaked diaper, his overalls around my ankles. The diaper puffed a bit as it absorbed the moisture and he shifted uncomfortably. Tears came involuntarily to his eyes as he thought of how ridiculous he must look.

"I want you to come to me the next time you know you have to go potty." She said as she spoke to him like to a child. Rosie then led him by the arm back into the changing room. Brian hopped up onto the table, his overalls falling to the ground. She was almost as brisk this time as she had been before, though she took the time to rub Brian’s crotch with baby oil before adding the baby powder. The childish smells mixed in the air creating a heavy perfume. Impossibly his new diaper seemed even bulkier than the last one.

They then finished cleaning up the center before she fixed him some dinner. This was the first time she had done this, and the two made small talk as they ate. She then said goodnight to him as she tucked him into bed before heading upstairs. Brian was vaguely aware of her taking some things with her.

Brian lay in bed in only a tee shirt and his diaper. He looked up at the baby mobile hanging over his head, the cotton stuffed paper animals dangling. Brian shifted a bit, the diaper crackling against the plastic sheet. He knew he should be upset, angry, but he felt drained and oddly light headed. Brian was soon asleep, his thumb in his mouth and a Winnie the Pooh doll clutched in his arm. The mobile began to play a lullaby as he tossed in his sleep.

Brian woke the next morning to find himself dry. He was so happy that he almost danced with joy as he pulled clothes from the dresser and went off to the shower. Brian stood in the changing room as he toweled himself off, looking at last night’s diaper. He didn’t need that, he thought. He felt too good to be stressed, ’I bet the whole thing is over’. Brian put on a pair of training pants and put his diaper into the hamper. His clothes seemed oddly baggy, the training pants poofing a little around his waist. Rosie came in that morning and gave him an odd look when she saw him, but didn’t say a word. She sat in her office doing some paper work while Brian started to pull some milk out of the fridge. She came over to him and asked what he was doing.

"I’m making some bweakfast, would you wike me to make you some?" She smiled as she shook her head and asked if he needed anything from the store. "No I’m alwight tank you. I mean, thank you." Brian was a little puzzled about his childish lisp. He poured myself a bowl of cereal, and then spent the rest of the morning watching cartoons.

Just after noon Brian heard Rosie’s car pull up and he rushed out to help her with the groceries. Brian hoped to improve his sagging image with her. As he rushed out and helped her carry some bags in, he felt his feet catching on his pant legs. On his second load Brian felt a gurgle in his stomach and his bladder let go right on the driveway. The blood drained from his face when he saw Rosie. Brian had thought her angry yesterday, but he had been wrong. She pointed to the house and said, "Changing room, now!" Brian ran, tripping a little on his soaked pants legs. He waited there for what seemed like hours, anxious, his wet pants and underwear becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

As Brian waited he started to get a little angry. He was a grown adult after all. He wasn’t some child. Who was she to boss him around anyway? These thoughts fled as she entered the room. She seemed to tower over him as she placed a couple of large cloth diapers on the changing counter. Quicker than Brian could move she spun him around and pulled his pants down. She held him tight as she started to paddle him hard. He squirmed in pain as he tried in vain to get away until at last he gave up and just stood there crying.

"If you are going to act like a baby then I’m just going to treat you like one." She said harshly. Finished with his spanking, she turned him around. "Get on the table." Brian obeyed quickly, more tears coming to his eyes as his sore bottom touched down onto the surface. Rosie stripped the clothing off of him, shirt to shoes, leaving him whimpering and naked. "Quiet.", she said as she pushed him down onto the changing surface and shoved a baby’s bottle in his mouth. Brian instinctively started to suck, his hands going up to support it while she started to clean him. The formula was sweet and cloying on his tongue and Brian drank it down greedily, his thoughts growing foggy. He only hoped she wouldn’t spank him again.

Rosie wiped him down with baby wipes before pushing the soft cloth diapers under his swollen butt. She rubbed a cream onto his tummy and groin and then wiped it away along with any hair that had been there. She then rubbed baby oil around his crotch, and Brian found himself getting hard as she rubbed the oil into his skin.

She then did something Brian didn’t expect. She rubbed Vaseline on his bottom and between his ass cheeks. She finished the job by rubbing powder all around his privates, then securely pinning the two diapers tapes into place. A pair of rubber pants went on before she pulled something else on him. Brian couldn’t make out what she was doing until she pulled him down to the floor. She then zipped up the front of the blue flannel sleeper. Brian’s hands were in covered mittens with Barney’s face on the backs. His face also adorned a patch over the left breast.

"Bwian don’t want baby cwothing." Brian whined as he pulled his bottle from his mouth. His voice sounded high pitched and childish in his own ears.

"Nonsense, you are going to wear them and that diaper until you can prove to me that you are old enough not to. Now it’s nap time!" She said all of this quite condescendingly, in a manner that she normally reserved for two year olds. She held his hand as she led him back to his room, Brian’s toddling gait slowing them both down.

His diaper was so thick that his legs were spread out wide and he couldn’t even bring them within a foot of each other. He cried out a little as she placed him in his bed on his sore bottom, and Brian had to roll onto his side. Rosie flipped on the mobile and the nightlight before she raised the railing on Brian’s crib. He lay there sucking on his bottle and listening to the soothing lullaby before drifting off to sleep.

I was running from the diapered teddy bear again, but this time as I ran my pants were replaced by a thick diaper. The teddy was catching up to me fast as I couldn’t run normally, my diaper hampering my legs. The teddy caught me up in a big fuzzy hug and kissed me. I pulled away to find his pacifier in my mouth. I struggled to take it out, but it was no good. "I wuv you, wets be fwends." The giant bear giggled as he deposited me in a sand box, my shirt changing into a babies outfit.

Brian awoke to find a real pacifier in his mouth, his diaper soaked and messed. Brian sucked hard as he rolled onto his sore bottom, the mess squishing around uncomfortably. The smell was unbearable but the rail of the crib blocked him from going to the bathroom. Brian looked up at the railing that towered over him. He would have had trouble getting over the railing even if he hadn’t been in a soaked diaper and a very baggy footed sleeper. Brian pulled the nipple from his mouth and cried out with tears in his eyes, "Rosiiieeee, Rosiiieeee!"

"That’s Mrs. Rosie," a familiar voice said from the door. The light came on and Brian saw his ex fiancée Jenna. Her raven hair was tied back into a long pony tail. "You must be Bri-bri. I’m Ms. Jen. Oops, looks someone needs to be changed." She talked in a baby voice as she lowered the railing enough to pick the little man up. She made cooing noises as she undressed him and changed his dirty diaper. Brian sucked on his pacifier in horror and looked down, but found his view blocked by the soft curve of a tubby belly.

"I was so angry with you when I found you sleeping around on me, Bri-bri. I’ve realized, though, that all little boys stray and you just needed some taking care of." Brian’s thoughts whirled as she spoke, his mind struggling to process even the simplest of information. Ms. Jen finished quickly then pulled a shirt over his head and socks onto his feet. Lastly she pulled out a pair of overalls that had buttons up the inseam. She snapped them into place and set the little man onto his feet. Brian wobbled a bit, grabbing her leg for support. Scooby-doo stared up at him from the bib of the overalls.

"Now do you want to go play with the other little boys and girls?" she asked as she led him by the hand. Brian stopped as he saw his reflection in the mirror. A very chubby blond haired five years old boy stared back at him. The boy was obviously wearing a very large diaper and toddled a bit as he walked up to the mirror, his chubby arms spread out wide for balance. He was sucking hard on a blue pacifier that was pinned to the front of his overalls. The boy fell back onto his well padded bottom at the same time that Brian did and started to cry. "Bri don’t wanna be a baby! I’m a gwown up. Pwease!" Tears were flowing down his face as he looked up at Ms. Jen. "Pwease, I’m a big boy!"

"I know, I know. There’s nothing we can do about that now, though. You’re just going to have to wait to be a grown up again." Her genuinely pained expression calmed him a bit as she hugged him tight and patted him on the back. Brian hiccupped a couple times before she wiped his face off and took him into the play room. The clock said that it was 9:07 AM. Brian couldn’t believe he had slept for so long. Ms. Jen sat him down and gave him some breakfast before sending him off to play. Brian was surprised at how much fun he had, though he was bigger than most of the others kids. Mrs. Rosie and Ms. Jen had him help out a little with the younger kids and he was happy to be useful. He was shocked by how fast the time went and it was soon nap time. Mrs. Rosie sent him to his room for his nap and came in to change his wet diaper once he had woken up. She led him back to the play room, when Brian saw that the older school kids were there.

He stood there terrified as his mind cleared for the first time that day. What the hell was going on? Had Jenna done this to him somehow? As he stood there in shock Joey saw him and came running over. He giggled as he poked the thick diaper through the overalls. "You’re just like a baby."

"Am not." Brian mumbled indignantly around his pacifier.

"Yes, you are," said Nick as he walked over, looking very smug. "Only babies wear nappies and suck on a nipple." He said as he pushed Brian down. It didn’t hurt but Brian was shocked. He stared hard at Nick as he slowly sucked on his pacifier, before slowly getting back up. Mrs. Rosie and Ms. Jen watched the whole thing quietly. Brian had just gotten to his feet when Nick pushed him down again. He stood there looking down at the small man feeling superior, when his expression suddenly changed to confusion then panic. His eyes bugged out as his pants suddenly flooded with pee. Joey was obviously enjoying this as he yelled out, "Ms. Jen, Nick wet himself!"

She rushed over and quickly led Nick to the changing room. Mrs. Rosie stood up and quieted everyone down. "Now everyone, be nice to Nick. You know accidents happen. Most of you have had at least one, so be nice when he comes back." Brian just sat there on his thick diaper, sucking on his pacifier.

Soon Nick came back, led by the arm by Ms. Jen, his pants bulging at the waist. Brian snickered as he saw Nick too had a nipple in his mouth and tears running down his cheeks. Ms. Jen sat the fourth grader down next to Brian and started to read them a story. Nick shifted his body a bit and Brian could see his diaper poking out from between the snaps of his pants crotch. Ms. Jen read them Peter Cottontail, and Brian found that he really enjoyed it, as he sat there sucking on his dummy.

The look Nick’s mother gave him when she picked him up that evening was worth every humiliation Brian had suffered that day. The older boy had wet himself again just before his mother arrived, and both Mrs. Rosie and Ms. Jen had decided to let her take care of him.

Brian helped clean up the center and then watched cartoons with Ms. Jen while Mrs. Rosie made them dinner. Brian giggled as she started to tickle him. Brian was crying with laughter, when Mrs. Rosie said it was dinner time. Brian realized he had messed himself as he stood up, but he was really hungry so he ignored it as he toddled to the table. It could wait until he had finished eating. Brian said goodnight to Ms. Jen as Mrs. Rosie changed his diaper and put him to bed with his bottle.

As he lay on his back Brian thought about what had happened. He knew he should be angry and scared, but all he felt was love for his new moms and relief at not having to worry about taking care of himself. He sighed happily around his bottle as he slipped off into sleep.

I waited for the giant teddy in the playground. The air was clear and bright, the wind blowing in the trees. I felt two large fuzzy arms encircle my waist and pick me up into a huge bear hug. "Wanna pway?" I asked him. He giggled as he set me down. "Tag you it!" He cried as he ran off. I laughed as I toddled right after him.

The End.

 

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