Childish - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

A continuation of this story from September, commissioned by an anonymous Patron, and based slightly on this caption from Akumi Alice. 

"Mommy!" Trevor shouted, cringing slightly at how easily he used that name for her now... And at how proud he was for what he was about to announce as he closed the front door behind himself. "Mommy, I...!"

He felt a lurch in his stomach as he saw a flash of movement from the corner of his eye. He was always glad to see Naomi... Except, of course, that being in her presence was what started it all off, what made him slowly start acting more and more like a little boy, until he needed these training pants he was wearing under his work pants... Or something worse, thicker, more babyish. It took a while to wear off, too, which meant that it wasn't uncommon for him to wet himself at work beforehand, to have to walk around all day in soggy pants, smelling of the baby powder Naomi had sprinkled liberally on him to help prevent diaper rash.

"I stayed dry!" he blurted out, while he could still speak as his adult self. "I didn't have any accidents at all, so..."

"Oh, what a big boy you are!" teased a voice that certainly wasn't Naomi. His cheeks burned, his eyes turning down towards him feet, at the realization that the person he'd seen wasn't his wife... It was Emilia, the woman from the fast food restaurant, the one that had started this all. The hypnosis didn't have the same effect if he was near her... That didn't stop the sensation of warmth spreading through the front of his training pants, however, at the mere sight of her.

"Come on," Emilia beckoned. "Your Mommy is busy getting ready, so she asked me to get you dressed."

"H-Huh?" Trevor frowned, unsure which part of that was more humiliating. "Y-You? A-And ready for what?" He didn't want them to take him out, like a pair of mothers on an outing with their little boy... He ought to feel special, getting to spend so much time with two beautiful women, but it wasn't the same when he was reduced to wearing diapers in their presence, unable to stop himself from acting like a brat...

"Well, if you would have gotten home on time, your Mommy could have handled it," Emilia sniffed. "Since you didn't, it's up to me." She didn't answer the rest of his question, taking him by the hand, leading him out of the foyer, past the living room...

His heart nearly stopped, seeing another form in there, sitting on the sofa, books spread out all around her, her feet swinging slightly, not quite able to reach the floor. Trevor had never been great at estimating ages, but judging by her size, and how adorable she was with her big eyes and her button nose, and her school uniform, he had to assume she wasn't that old. And, for a long moment, all he could do was stare at her as he was dragged past, blushing bright red, thinking about how he'd, seconds earlier, bragged about not peeing his pants. She must have heard that, right?!

He couldn't bring himself to speak until Emilia had taken him to the guest room, even though he knew that wouldn't make that much of a difference, since it was very close to the living room. It wasn't entirely accurate to call it the guest room anymore, he supposed... Ever since that day at the fast food place, he'd been sleeping there, and almost every day, Naomi brought home some new childish poster, or stuffed animal, or something else to make it feel both more like home, and more like a little boy's room.

The crinkling of plastic beneath him as he was sat down on the bed really didn't help with that. Naomi always put him to bed, and there was never enough time for him to recover before the darkness of his room - other than the faint glow of his nightlight - sent him to sleep. And being asleep in that state meant he had no control, no way to stop himself from wetting his nighttime diapers, as he had every single night. He'd almost forgotten what it was like to wake up and not feel his crotch surrounded by bulky, soggy padding...

"Who was that?!" he demanded. "What is she doing here?! Are you babysitting her or something?!"

"You're close," Emilia mused, walking over to his dresser to dig through his ever-growing wardrobe, made up of mostly shorts and t-shirts. It was hardly a surprise that she chose something a little different, however, that she smirked and held up the pair of shortalls Naomi had bought for him when she spotted them. "Aren't these sweet? You have to wear these! Especially with you doing such a good job with keeping your Pull-Ups dry!"

Trevor squirmed on his bed, hoping Emilia wouldn't notice, though the crackling of his plastic sheet betrayed him anyway. "They're not Pull-Ups," he protested, but he knew, at this point, that was just semantics. They weren't technically; they were clearly based on them, however, made by an online brand to be as close as possible, except sized for adults. It was shocking how many of those sorts of things existed on the Internet... And how Emilia appeared to know about every single one of them, and was more than happy to point them out to Naomi.

"Whatever you say, dear," she told him condescendingly, grabbing a bright red t-shirt to go underneath the shortalls. She didn't get a fresh pair of trainers out from the top drawer of the dresser, of course, and Trevor knew he should say something about it, should confess, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"C-Can I dress myself?" he asked instead. "S-Since I was so good?"

He didn't expect to get a 'yes', and he was right. "Please," Emilia scoffed. "Staying dry for one day hardly qualifies you to be a grown-up again." She started to unbutton his work shirt.

"S-So, who is she?" he tried again, hoping that would distract him, and perhaps even her. His accident hadn't been that big... If he got her talking, would she miss it, somehow?

"Oh, right," Emilia chuckled. "I forgot to tell you, didn't I? Well, little one, that's Violet. Your Mommy and I are going on a date tonight, and we didn't want to have to worry about you causing a scene, so she's going to be babysitting you."

Trevor's eyes widened as Emilia removed his button-up, yanking his undershirt up and over his head. "M-My...?!" That couldn't be true! She barely looked old enough to babysit at all, much less to look after him! He wouldn't have been surprised if she was the one who needed a sitter - he'd asked Emilia if that's what she was doing with her, after all.

"That's right," Emilia grinned, moving on to Trevor's pants.

"No!" he shook his head, trying to put his foot down, as much as he could with someone who had complete control over him, if she so desired, who had turned his world upside-down seemingly on a whim. "This is just wrong! What is she, like, twelve?!"

"You'd better hope she didn't overhear that," Emilia warned. "Violet is a senior in high school... In fact, she's nineteen, because her parents started her in school late to give her a chance to grow a little more so she wouldn't get teased as the smallest in her class... You can see how well that went."

"Really?" Trevor frowned skeptically. 

"Yes, really!" Emilia snapped. "Do you think I don't do my research, young man?!" She yanked the zipper of his pants down, her anger scaring him, but also possibly working to his favor in keeping her from paying too much attention to the state of his trainers. "And she would be very unhappy to hear that you thought her age was so hard to believe!"

If that was the case, she could certainly have done a better job of concealing it, of turning the volume of her side of the conversation down... Ultimately, though, what did it matter? Nineteen or not, he wasn't about to be intimidated by someone so small and cute.

"My research also told me," Emilia continued, "that she knows exactly how to take care of naughty little boys like you. She has full permission to take you over her knees if she sees fit... Or use any other discipline she thinks is appropriate. And, of course she knows all about your diapers, since she's going to have to put you in one if our date runs late enough that she has to get you ready for bed, so if she decides you need to go in one early for punishment... Well, she's in charge."

"B-But...!" he squeaked indignantly, mortified at the idea of this girl, this stranger, spanking him, much less diapering him.

"No buts," Emilia interrupted. "You are going to behave for your babysitter, or you're going to face the consequences. Now..." She whisked his pants down, and, immediately, he saw her eyes move to the damp spot on his padding. "Did you lie to me about not wetting your Pull-Ups, young man?!"

"N-No!" he shook his head, positive that Violet had to have heard that last outburst, as surely as she'd heard his proud declaration in the foyer what felt like hours ago now, as his whole idea of what his evening was going to hold had shifted. "I-I didn't... I-It was..."

"I can see it's a good thing we didn't trust you to come out with us," Emilia huffed. "And that I got you a babysitter... She can deal with this when she decides you're ready... Maybe staying soggy a little longer will do you some good. Now, come on, step into your shortalls... Your Mommy and I are NOT going to be late because of you, you naughty thing!"