Daily Free-Write March 5, 2021 (Patreon)

Continuation of October 25, 2020, “Baby’s First Job”

You cried and cried, sucking your little dummy as you bounced in the bouncer until your sobs died down to sniffles. You thought you were coming in to be hired at a job. A real big boy job! Turns out Daddy had been talking up the water cooler for weeks about bringing you in so you could be more closely supervised while he was away. Everyone knew who you were before you even walked in the door.

All that they needed to see was your slip on Gators and the paci clip hanging from your shirt pocket to know that you were destined for a day of diapers and dummies in daycare. It just wasn’t fair. You could be a big boy like anyone else, so why was Daddy so overprotective? You crossed your arms and huffed going from sad to mad.

You’d show Daddy. You weren’t gonna give him any kisses when he picked you up from daycare at the end of the day. No sir.

“Aww, do we have a cranky baby today?” said the daycare worker who came to check on you. “I guess being in a bouncer is not very fun when you’ve got nothin’ to watch and no one to play with. Well come on,” he said, lifting you out of the bouncer with a grunt. “Heavy little guy, aren’t ya? Well, let’s see how much of that weight is in your diaper. Let’s just check.”

The moment you were down on your feet, man tugged at your onesie to unsap it and stuck two fingers in the leg hole of your diapers.

“Ah. Ha! I knew it! This little bean is soaked! Look out folks, we got a wet one!”

You hid your face in your hand. Not this! Not on your first day! The fact that you weren’t potty trained was a point of contention at home. Daddy insisted you didn’t need to worry about that sort of thing, while you begged and begged for a chance to learn. It humiliated you to no end that you didn’t have the control of other people your age.

“Aww don’t be shy, little guy! It’s just what babies do! Now come on, let’s get you changed. Right over there.”

Over there? With all the..the… babies? You looked across the nursery at the changing table. Across the chaos of little kids running around, tossing bolls, playing with toy cars, playing hide and seek and building castles out of blocks. Everyone would see you there being changed – there wasn’t even a privacy curtain. No. No way! You were not going to go there.

“Don’t fight me now, little guy. You’re going to go there whether you like it or not. I’m stronger than you, and I can always call for backup if you really get out of hand, so you’re going to march over there or I’m going to have to just take your diaper off right here and change you on the floor. Would you like that better, little man?

You tried to break free, but it was no use. You were down on your back in no time flat and he was calling on others to bring him the changing supplies he needed, as well as to hold down my arms and legs while he changed you.

Rrrrip! Rrrrip!

The tapes came free and the thick yellowish diaper came away. Now you were the center of attention. Struggling and whining as you were wiped down and put into an extra thick Diaper. But before the diaper was taped up, they had something special planned for you.

“Oh, this ought to be interesting. We’ve got these lovely new products to test out. He applied several sticky pads to you – one under your balls and another under one under your shaft. Then one under your anus and one just behind it. You only caught a glimpse before someone held your head up so you couldn’t look down and began to distract you with a little puppet show. On went the diaper and  the puppets just kept playing along. You began to clap and giggle despite yourself. You so love puppets and being in a fresh diaper always puts you in a better mood. You only barely caught the daycare worker smiling and looking down at a little remote control at the corner of your vision. You had no idea what he was doing until it was too late.

You jolted to attention and began to look down as you felt an intense stimulation travelling from your prostate to your shaft. Of course you only knew them as your funny button and peepee. Once again, you were forced to look up, unable to get any clear sense of what was happening between your legs. The puppets continued to distract you and the workers cooed over you and talked to you in baby talk as you began to squeeze your legs together. It felt so good. Almost like you were gonna make that white stuff that sometimes came out when Daddy was bathing you or when you went to a checkup with the doctor. The white stuff you used to make for fun any time you wanted long, long ago.

It felt so good, and the puppets were so funny and you felt so giggly with everyone paying attention to you. So good, that you were soon moaning and they took the opportunity to test another product – a paci gag supposed to quiet even the noisiest littles. And quite a few employees’ spouses who ended up here were just that, so it was a timely test. You were soon smiling and drooling out the sides of your mouth as the paci gag muffled any sounds you made while the mysterious force pulsing through your funny button and your shaft got stronger and stronger.

“Mmmmf! Mmmmf!” soon if felt like someone was knocking your lower regions with a chisel. But they workers kept right on distracting you, one woman holding your head between her knees and petting your hair as she and the others did their best to hold your attention. Then it happened. You felt the liquid start at the bottom of your shaft and force its way upward, out, and right into your diaper.

It was so good, and yet so confusing at the same time. It was hard to reconcile your babyish feelings with the very big feeling of making creamies in your diapers. And stranger still, you didn’t seem to be stopping. You felt a warmth spread throughout the front of your diaper and it only took you a few moments to realize you weren’t cumming, you were peeing! It just felt that good that you couldn’t tell the difference. They were already ready with another diaper to change you out of. A stack of diapers, in fact, you noticed as you looked to your right. Off came your soggy yellowed diaper and on went another one, all the while you were being fed milk from an oversized baby bottle.

Then, the process started all over again. Unlike stickies, the liquid in your bladder was easily replenished, and you were brought to a ‘’peepee orgasm” over a dozen times In a row, each time feeling better than the last. After enough repetitions, they took off the pads and waited to see what would happen as they fed you more liquid. Soon you felt the buzzing return. Before you knew it you were doubled over and filling your diapers yet again with fresh hot piss. What had they done to you?!

After another change you were allowed to wander for the rest of free-play time, but it seemed like every10 minutes or so, you’d be hit by this random buzzing and end up keeling over as your orgasmic bladder spasms forced pee to flood into your diapers. They soon switched you to cloth once the stack of diapers disappeared. All the while taking meticulous notes for their R&D department.

By the time Daddy came to pick you up, you were exhausted. Luckily most of the buzzing effect had worn off. Your paci-gag was removed for the time being and daddy pushed you out in a stroller. All the employees smiled at you as you were wheeled away. Some impression you made your first day. Definitely not the big boy look you were going for. But then again, that should have been obvious. You were already asleep in the stroller and drooling on yourself before you were out the door.

You just barely caught Daddy’s words as he buckled you into your safety locking carseat.

“There we go, kiddo. Looks like you had lots of fun with your new friends at the daycare. I bet you can’t wait to go back every single day.”

He gave you a kiss on the forehead and then you were blissfully asleep, already warming your next diaper with peepee.