Daily Free-Write December 11, 2020 (Patreon)

He looked down at the shiny vinyl between his legs. Pink sparkly ponies looked back. He felt the cool slick surface, tried to bring his legs together, moaned and thrust his hips when all he got was the sound of vinyl rubbing on itself. A thick layer of padding prevented him from closing his legs, just squeezing on his penis when he tried to do so, ticking his cockhead. It felt so good.

"Enjoying your new outfit, little one?" asked Dave, owner of Davey's Daycare. 

The new baby nodded. It felt good. He would have said so if he could speak, but he was too busy sucking on his binky.

"Good. Just remember the rule, no stickis without the help of a caretaker. If you do it, you'll have to sit in the naughty corner." 

Davey pointed to a row of stools in the corner with progressively large buttplugs set on top of them. The smallest ones were occupied. Of course the more times someone was naughty, the larger the plug. 30 minutes on the notoriously large 'head honcho' was not on Stanley's bucket list. Yes, they had names. 

Davey patted the new baby on the head and left him to explore his new surroundings. He was still enthralled with his outfit... puffy vinyl diaper, Vinyl t-shirt with share bears on the front, blue vinyl share-bear mittens with heart pawpads. Every move caused another squeak. The thick shiny glittery vinyl reminded him of the booth seats in some diners. And looking at the daycare he could see that comparison. 

The place looked like a memphis style model home - something out of WeeWee's playhouse, or the Weird Cal Show. All bright colors, and colorful shapes. The main difference was this place was set up as a toddler's dream daycare. A very adult toddler's dream daycare. He looked longingly at the bounceer with the massage wand attached to the bottom. No, he'd better not. He remembered the warning from Davey. Well, what about the rocking horse? That seemed safe. He waddled over to the horse. There was a strap to keep him secured, and a caretaker came over to help strap him in. He wouldn't be able to get off on his own now - not with his fist mitts. 

Maybe get off was a bad choice of words, because the rocking horse was not as safe as he thought. The saddle began to vibrate as he rocked back and forth, and strapped down as he was, there was nothing he could do about it. He grunted, and tried to squeeze his legs together but that only brought him closer to blowing his load. Pretty soon, he was desperately trying to hold on, but inevitably, he felt himself tip over the edge and waves of pleaure washed through his body as he convulsed and came right into his diaper. And suddenly, the caretaker was back to unstrap him. 

"Well, well, well, looks like some little boy has been naughty. Did the little one make stickies in his diaper?" 

Stanley nodded and whimpered. 

"Well, you know what that means. It's a time out for you." He was led by the hand to the stools in the corner. No small plugs left. He furrowed his brow and looked up at the caretaker who was already grabbing the bottle of lube. 

The words of his wife when he was checked in played in his head.

"He still tries to have sex with me. It's the cutest thing. Can't even keep the condom from falling off when he tries."

"Well, maybe he's not meant to be on top. We can help with that..."

He blushed hard and his dick got hard in his thick padding. He never thought he'd like something like this, but he was learning to enjoy these new sensations very quickly. 

"Okay, little boy. Time to get you seated on the naughty stool!"