The Crush - Part 3 (Patreon)

Hugo gulped as Abby hopped down from the crib, giving him an excellent view of her matching, pink panties beneath her sheet nightie. Even without their past games, it would be clear, looking at her, and her surroundings, that she was the one in charge here, not the one who needed all of this stuff.

"I-It's been a while," he mumbled, unsure of what to do as she stepped closer. "Y-You look great..."

"Aww, that's so cute," she giggled. "Do you have a little crush on your babysitter, Hugo?"

Hugo blushed, shaking his head. "I-I thought... I-I mean..." It was hard to do much thinking, standing here, surrounded by long-forgotten memories, the faint scent of baby powder in the air only enhancing them, especially when Abby reached out, grabbing his pants and starting to unbutton them.

"What are these?" she asked as she revealed his underwear. "You know you're way too small for these, silly! Come on... Let's get Hugo in his Huggies!"

Hugo tried to resist, but, just like when they'd been kids, it was hard to resist her, so, before he knew it, he was lying on the changing table, feeling the slick, plastic coating beneath his bare legs as she got a diaper out. It wasn't an actual Huggie, of course, although the design was still far more childish than he would have expected to see on an adult diaper.

As she slid it beneath his bottom, and he sank into the thick, thirsty padding, he had to admit, it was everything he'd imagined it would be, when he was sitting in her spare bedroom, looking at them sitting there on the old changing table, waiting. He blushed even deeper, shaking his head, lifting himself up. "A-Are you sure you don't want to do... something else... now that you've got me like this?" he asked, trying to sound as seductive as possible, given his position. Memories or not, this was why he'd come here, this was what he'd expected, or at least hoped for.

She gently reached out, pushing him down onto his back again, to make it easier to tape him, nice and snug, into his diaper. "Sorry, I make it a rule not to date anybody still in diapers. But I do like to play with them!" She reached out, tickling his exposed tummy, where she'd pushed his shirt out of the way to position the front of the diaper, and he couldn't help breaking out into giggles, squirming on his back, feeling the diaper follow his every move.

He wanted to point out that, obviously, she was the one who had put him in those diapers, and he didn't really need them, and could take them off at any time, but she was already helping him down off the changing table, leading him over to a play mat. He was pretty sure he remembered resisting playing with the baby toys, when he'd been a kid, deeming them too boring and stupid, although he eventually wound up tolerating them, at least, since she wouldn't let him have his DS, or anything else for 'big boys'.

He didn't know if it was that experience telling him he wasn't getting anything better, or if the diaper was helping him get 'into character' easier, but he had no issues being entertained with the rattles and stuffed animals she'd gotten for him. He got so engrossed in them that, when she had him sit up so she could set up the playpen around him so she could go make some supper, and not have to worry about him getting into trouble, he was shocked that it was late enough for that, until he noticed his stomach growling.

He knew he ought to make some other attempt to make this encounter go a different way, to see if he could do what he'd bragged to his friends was going to happen when he said he was coming here... But she'd already made it clear little boys in diapers didn't get to do that with her, and there was no mistaking that he was wearing one of those. He stared down at it, cheeks red, doing his very best to pretend he didn't like how soft and cushy and comfy it was, or the way it made him feel...

As he sat there, some other memories began to filter through his mind. He knew it had all started with Abby demanding he play house with her, and he'd went along with it for a while... But he was pretty sure, the last few times it had happened, it was because he'd gone to her room, when they were in the house, alone, in the hopes she'd be in the mood for the game... And, at least once, he'd broken down and asked her to play.

As much as he wanted to pretend he'd come here for something else, in the back of his mind, he wondered if he'd been wanting this, maybe even more than he'd wanted to live out his longtime crush and make out with her... He certainly hoped, now that it had happened once, he'd get to do all of it again sometime, that he'd be able to come over and have Abby diaper him, and play with baby toys with him, and lock him into his playpen to keep him out of trouble while she handled whatever adult things might need doing, since he was far too little to do any of it himself. Considering all the stuff Abby had bought for this nursery, he was pretty sure she was hoping for the same thing.