May 1, 2021: Wetworld Pt. 5 (Patreon)

Continuation of March 1, 2021 "Wetworld Pt. 4" and April 26, 2021 "Brain Melter Pt. 4"

Ed slowly came to as the fog lifted from his brain. It wasn't that he had lost consciousness, no, it was more like, his memory faded away at some point on the exam table and only started to coalesce again as Zelda and Chad were talking over him.

"Poor dear... well, he's not the only one in this situation. We can group him in with the other mind-melter victims. We'll just have to double them up in the cribs."

"I'm sure the kiddos won't mind," said Chad, smiling down softly at Ed. "They always look so cute sleeping together. Even this little trouble maker." He ruffled the Ed's hair, but Ed still hadn't come to his senses enough to snap at him.

"He does seem a lot calmer now..." she said, rubbing his cheek once more. Ed found himself smiling at all the nice touches from the grown-ups. It had been a long time since he had gotten that. He felt the front of his diaper growing warm again. It felt so thick between his legs. He experimentally squished his legs together.and found they were stuck wide open.

It was only after their conversation ended and Zelda left that he realized he'd forgotten the beginning of the conversation, how he'd ended up stuck in a high chair with meatball and tomato puree all over his chin and bib, and... what was that sensation in the back of his diaper? Then the smell hit him. Luckily for him he was mostly nose blind to his own stink, since he'd been sitting in it for most of his meal.

"Ewww... why am I in a poopy diaper?"

"Well, little man," said Chad, smiling. "That's what happens when little boys get water in their tum tums. It's okay, kiddo. You won't have to worry about stuff like that anymore."

"W-what do you mean?" he asked. "I don't need diapers..."

"Sorry kiddo, but you do. But don't worry, the doctor noticed  that you still had some trouble staying relaxed down there so he fixed it for you so you won't have any trouble using your diapers again! No more owie tummy or bladder!"

Ed was horrified. "No! What the hell did you do to me?!" he said, trying to get out of the high chair and failing.

"Uh oh? Does somebody need more medicine?" asked Chad.

"Let me go! I don't belong here. I'm not... I'm not a baby!"

"Aww, little buddy..." Chad looked positively heartbroken for the boy, though it was no consolation to Ed. "I'm sorry but your Momma already signed you over to us. But don't worry, I promise this will be a good home for you, and you'll have lots of new friends to play with. They should be here any minute!"

Ed remembered bits and pieces of the conversation with his mom and Zelda... he realized the bitch probably had signed him over. He wanted to be angry, but the truth was it hurt. He was homeless now, and more than a little scared.

"I don't want to stay here," said Ed, starting to cry despite himself. "I want to go home..."

Chad gave gave him a sympathetic frown. "Aww, I know there's lots of changes happening right now, lil guy. I know it's scary. But me and the other helpers will make sure you're always looked after and you never have to be alone. And you're gonna learn about how to be a good and happy boy with lots with the help of our super magical goggles. Pretty soon, you won't want to leave!"

Ed bristled at the condescending tone, and the unsettling thought that he might actually have to get used to being treated like he was two. "Forget it. Can I at least get out of this poopy diaper?" he said, sniffling.

"Sorry, kiddo," said Chad. "Not yet. We got more of your happy smokey buddies coming for num nums and and it'll just be easier for you to just stay here and wait for your new friends to get their feeding."

"Let me fucking out of here!" said Ed, incensed that they expected him to just sit there in his mess. "I sweat to gah... ukkk! Pllbllblblbttt!"

He sputter and spat as Chad wiped the spaghetti sauce and drool off of his face, the tray, and took off his bib.

"Calm down kiddo," he warned. "Or I'll have to put in your paci and get your goggles again."

Ed shut his mouth and shook his head. He didn't want that.

"I know you're feeling a lot of big feelings right now but it's just a side effect some boys get from the brain-melter," said Ed, calmly "This is why we need to look after you now. You're just not safe out there in the world - for yourself or others. But don't worry. A little snippy snip downstairs and some time with the magic goggles and you'll be the sweet little guy I know you can be."

Ed's eyes bulged. Were... were they going to fix him? Before he could stammer out the question, two more guys about his age were marched in in their thick diapers and sat  in the high chairs on either side of him.

"Okay, little guy," said Chad. "you have fun getting to know your new friends. I've gotta go but I'm sure you'll all have plenty to talk about."

Ed looked back and forth at the two dazed men sitting there rubbing their thick diapers and made a face. He wasn't even sure these dummies knew how to talk. He went to say something sarcastic but Chad was already gone. He let out a frustrated sigh and sat there for a few seconds. Finally, he broke down and turned to speak to one of them, since there was nothing better to do.

"So what are you in for?"