Learning His Numbers - Part 4 (Patreon)

An Easter-themed continuation of this story, commissioned by an anonymous Patron.

"Isn't this sweet?" Miss Autumn asked with a smile as she held up the diaper.

"Y-Yes, ma'am," Josh nodded. He'd seen plenty of that sort of thing at work, but never on this particular item, despite working in the baby aisle more often lately. He wasn't sure why that kept happening, if it was just coincidence, or maybe that his manager had noticed the bulk that was under his pants so commonly now, heard his crinkling...

Either way, if his store sold diapers with cheerful little bunnies and ducks cavorting on them, with colorful eggs peeking out of the grass around them, like the one he was being shown now, he would have known, and that definitely wasn't the case. Had Miss Autumn special ordered them from somewhere for Easter? She got quite a few of her supplies from his store, with him always proud to let her borrow his employee discount for them, so it was always a nice surprise to see something he wasn't intimately familiar with from stocking it countless times.

"And I'm sure you need a change by now, anyway," she cooed, setting the diaper down on the changing table. "Isn't that right?"

Josh blushed, giving a bashful shrug, though he did know the answer. He'd been having more and more little accidents, even when away from the preschool, until he'd had no choice, really, but to follow the advice Miss Autumn had been giving him for a while by then, and start wearing diapers all the time, 'just in case...' And he'd been doing it long enough that he was certainly aware that he was soggy.

"Well, we can solve that mystery pretty easily!" Miss Autumn winked, unbuttoning his pants. "Uh-oh... It's not looking good..."

He looked down at his feet shyly, although that only gave him a better view of her hand sliding inside his pants, giving the padding a squeeze. "Yep, you definitely do need a change," she nodded.

"S-Sorry," he shuffled in place.

"No," she shook her head. "There's no need to apologize! It just means we won't have to waste this diaper," she gave the one he was wearing a gentle pat, "to get you into this one," she picked up the fresh, Easter-themed one, snapping it open and setting it back down, ready and waiting for him. "Waste not, want not, right, Joshy?" 

He smiled softly. "R-Right," he replied.

"Good boy," she told him, his heart melting a little at the words. "We'll get these off..." She pulled his pants down, Josh accustomed enough to the routine to step out automatically, letting her help him up onto the table, sitting him down on top of the open diaper before untaping his old one. "Let's get you all cleaned up!" she exclaimed, wiping him off, then whisking away the old diaper, expertly bundling it and the wipes up and tossing it away in nearly the same motion as she grabbed the baby powder and lotion off the shelf of the changing table.

"There we go!" she grinned when she was all finished, giving the landing strip of his diaper a rub, smoothing all the snug, comfy tapes down in one soothing motion. "Somebody's all ready for Easter, isn't he?"

"Uh-huh," he bobbed his head, looking down at his festive diaper.

"Oh, but what is this?" she asked, in a tone that he recognized by now, the one that she used when it wasn't really a question. "Did you leave me that note, Joshy?"

He shook his head, watching in amusement as she flounced over to her desk, picking up a brightly colored envelope, taking a piece of paper out and looking over it, moving her head back and forth in an exaggerated way. This was, he had no doubt, exactly what she did with her students, a way to help them all - even if they were at the back of the room - see that she was reading. That should have embarrassed him, knowing she was treating him like a preschooler; he was used to it, however, and, if he was being honest, he loved it.

"How lucky!" she beamed when she was finished 'reading.' "It looks like somebody wants you to be their little helper this year!"

"Somebody?" he frowned. She'd been having some of her teacher friends from the school join in now and then, usually on holidays, when she had something big like this planned... That had been part of why he'd finally gotten the courage to wear diapers outside of here, seeing how easily and calmly they'd accepted him in them. That, and he'd been having an awful lot of accidents... But he didn't know any of them particularly well.

"Yes, somebody," she repeated. "Or maybe I should say some... bunny?"

"Ohhh," he nodded, a bit ashamed he hadn't realized it before. "Okay. What do I need to do?"

"Well, first, I think they left me a little outfit for you to wear," she said, walking over to her closet to pull out a baby blue onesie. He could see the hood on it, with the two big, floppy ears coming off of it, and it was hardly a surprise when, as she brought it over to him, he caught a glimpse of the back side, and the fluffy tail attached to the seat, above the snap crotch.

How many people his age would voluntarily wear such a thing? He knew he should say no, should tell her that was too far... But was it really that much worse than the diaper he was already in, that he almost always wore nowadays?

He didn't protest, didn't hesitate to start taking off his shirt, to make it easier for Miss Autumn when she got to him. "I think the Easter Bunny made a good choice," she told him as she pulled the onesie over his head. "You're such a good helper! I may have put in a good word for you." She winked at him as she tugged the hood up. "What a cutie!"

He blushed. "S-So, what do I need to do?" He had a pretty good idea about that, too...

"It seems like the Easter Bunny got a little lost while he was practicing for Sunday!" Miss Autumn said. "They took a detour through the school, and they lost a bunch of their eggs! They need you to help them find them!"

"Through the... whole school?" Josh squirmed, and, from the way Miss Autumn giggled, he had to assume his movements were making his bunny tail wiggle behind him.

"Don't worry," she smiled. "We should be all alone... That's why the Easter Bunny needs your help! There's nobody else here! And I'm terrible at this sort of thing!"

Josh very much doubted that was the case, not least of all because she was almost definitely the one who had hidden the eggs. "Okay," he nodded. "I guess I can't let the Easter Bunny down!"

"Of course you can't!" she chuckled. "Do you think there are any in here?"

There were; he'd seen them as soon as he came in, but he hadn't known what the preschool's schedule was, if they'd had their Easter party today, or if they were going to wait until afterwards, and say that they'd arrived at school Monday morning to find that the 'Easter Bunny' must have visited them the day before... Now, however, he knew that they were all for him, and, once Miss Autumn had handed him a basket, he was happily toddling around the room, trying to remember all of the ones that he'd spotted.

He'd worn plenty of childish things in his time at preschool, though the onesie probably took the cake. It wasn't bad, by any means, but the constant snugness ensured that he diaper was always held right up against him, with no way to escape it, especially when he squatted down to pick up the eggs tucked under chairs.

What an embarrassing position to be in, dressed this way... He knew how much it must look like he was doing something else... Though, if he had been, the onesie would probably have made that pretty obvious, too.

His tummy was feeling kind of full, too, but he told himself it was his imagination, that he only thought that because it was on his mind already. Then again, now that he was in diapers basically all the time, he had been having more of those accidents, too... Thankfully, never at work. When he was home, however, or somewhere he felt relaxed and safe... Well, it just happened sometimes...

"Look at all those!" Miss Autumn clapped. "It's a good thing you're here! Imagine what would have happened if the Easter Bunny had gone out on Sunday without all these! And I bet there's even more in other classrooms..."

"R-Really?" he blinked up at her, and she nodded, taking his free hand, leading him out of the classroom, down the hall to the next one. The door was open a hair, and she pushed it open the rest of the way, sending him inside with a pat on the bottom. 

"Do you see any in here?" she prompted. He glanced around, then nodded, toddling in and getting to work.

There were a few a little higher up, but so many of them were underneath things, down low where even the smallest baby - which was, he supposed, in this case him, by default - could get to them. There were definitely times when he felt like he might as well just crawl between them, staying on all fours like someone so tiny they hadn't learned to walk yet... Instead, he kept squatting down, over and over, never able to shake the thought of what it looked like...

And then, to his shock, one time he felt himself give a little push, heard a grunt escape his lips, and another, ruder, noise escape from elsewhere on his body... His eyes widened as he tried to stop it, or stand up, or do anything, but it was too late, as he felt the seat of his onesie pushing outwards, the soft mass in his pants spreading out further than usual, thanks to the snug fabric snapped around it...

"Uh-oh," Miss Autumn chuckled, stepping up behind him, giving the growing lump a soft pat, "does somebody have a secret stash of chocolate eggs?"

He shook his head, though he knew that only made him look more infantile, if that was even possible at this point, trying to deny what was so obvious to anyone who saw him.

"Are you sure?" Miss Autumn teased. "We could go take care of that right now, if you want..."

It was tempting, certainly, but... "I-I hafta help the Easter Bunny," he told her.

"Such a good little helper," she smiled, patting him on the head.

Having a load in his pants beneath his onesie amplified his feelings of babyishness, to the point where, by the time he had his basket filled with eggs, he almost felt too small to even be allowed in preschool... He found his thumb drifting up to his mouth automatically when he wasn't using it to grab an egg, or hold Miss Autumn's hand to take him to the next classroom, and he didn't give a second thought to letting himself dribble into his already full diaper, since the damage had definitely already been done.

"I think there's just one more room left to check," Miss Autumn said. Josh glanced down at his basket, not sure where he was going to put any more eggs, but he nodded anyway, following her obediently, watching her open the door to reveal...

"Easter Bunny!" Josh gasped, squirming in place as the bunny turned towards him. It was somebody in a costume, obviously, but he had no idea who, or even whether it was a man or a woman who was seeing him this way, so totally regressed, and in a clearly dirty diaper...

"So good to see you!" Miss Autumn smiled at the Easter Bunny. "Your helper has done such a good job! Go on, Joshy... Show them all the eggs you found..." 

Josh bashfully waddled forward, holding out his basket, the Easter Bunny silently beckoning him closer, gesturing for him to set the basket down on the table in front of the bunny, where Josh could see a coloring page and a box of crayons. The bunny patted him on the head... And then patted its knee.

"Go on, Joshy," Miss Autumn urged. "You were so great, they want you to sit on their lap, and show them what you think the perfect Easter egg would look like!"

Josh blushed, staring over at Miss Autumn nervously. "It's okay," she promised. "If you do this, you'll get a nice gold star for the day when I take you to change into a clean diaper."

A gold star... He did want to be a good boy, and get a gold star. He nodded, letting out a squeak as the bunny picked him up, setting him down on its knees. Josh squirmed, feeling his mess squish beneath him, though it wasn't nearly as hard as he'd expected to forget about that, and pick up his crayons. His colors may not have stayed in their lines very well, but neither the Easter Bunny nor Miss Autumn appeared to mind.

He did get his gold star for the day, as usual... And, on Monday, Miss Autumn told him the Easter Bunny had left him a special present, and presented him with a plastic Easter egg, painted exactly like his picture, if a bit less messy. "Thank you!" he exclaimed, giving her a big hug, knowing that he was going to treasure this, that it would always remind him of this.

"I didn't do anything," she claimed. "It was all the Easter Bunny." But, whether she was fibbing or not, she still hugged him back just as tight, giving his diaper a few gentle pats. "Now, come on... I think somebody needs a change."