May 2, 2021: Wetworld Pt. 6 (Patreon)

Continuation of May 1, 2021 "Wetworld Pt. 5"

The two new arrivals were hopeless. He couldn't even get the one on the right to say anything but baby babble. The one on the left was some stoner named Dane who only wanted to smoke more of the shit that got him in here in the first place.

"Got any on you?" he asked, even as he slipped in and out of a stupefied delirium, wetting his diapers and rubbing himself off through the soggy padding. Ed reacted with disgust only to feel more warm mush enter the back of his diaper and leave him feeling disgusting himself.

"Oh god... someone... anyone?"

A woman approached the three of them with another cart of spaghetti Puree.

"Okay... I have lunch for three hungry boys! It's spaghetti meatballs for the big boy, and puree for the little ones! Now which of you is the big boy?"

Dane, smiled and clapped. "Sgetti! sgetti!!! Oh, it's my favorite!"

This caused Jeff to have the same reaction, giggling and clapping loudly, though he probably had no idea why.

The lady smiled as she sat a bowl of spaghetti and a toddler fork in front of Dane, tying a cute bib around his neck. Then, she moved on to Ed with another bowl of spaghetti sauce and meatball puree.

"I've already eaten your crummy lunch, lady," growled Ed as she sat the bowl down and tied on his bib. "Just get me down and into some fresh diapers already. I'm sitting in a swamp here!"

"Are you sure, little one?" she asked, raising her eyebrows as she glanced over to Dane who was eagerly shovelling spaghetti into his mouth with the fork gripped tightly in his fist. "Your new friends seem to have plenty of appetite left. I think you're just cranky cause your tum tum is hungies and you forgot how to count..."

He frowned. "New friends? What the fudge do you mean new friends? What the... why can't I say fudge?!"

The lady smiled at him as she stirred the puree and blew on it to cool it down. "Aww... somebody's learning his good little boy words. So cute!" she giggled. "Okay Mr. Huffy Pants. It's cool enough now. Open up for the airplane!"

"Fudge you, lady! I told you," said Ed, getting frustrated all over again at the staff's lack of listening skills. "I. Already. Ate."

"Oh yeah? Then why is your mouth clean, sweet pea? Why is the tray clean? Where is your bib and bowl, hmmm?"

"Chad took it," he said as she just nodded, smiled, and brought the spoon in for a landing. "H-hey! Knock it off! Are you even listen- gllikkk!"

His tirade was interrupted by a spoonful of mush, forcing its way into his mouth. He had no choice but to swallow it, and he gagged and groaned as he felt it join the rest of his lunch in his already stuffed belly. He felt another rumble as his belly expanded, forcing yet more mush out toward the back of his diaper. To his horror, he wasn't even able to clench down to stop it. What had they done to him?

"I-I-I can' *gulp* control my poopies..." he said, gasping in shock as he realized all other words for poop had left his vocabulary as well to be replaced by the more infantile term. Then he grunted and filled his diapers some more.

He felt completely humiliated as he sat there strapped into the padded high chair, his mucky diaper pressed firmly up against his crotch as he piddled uncontrollably while spoonful after spoonful of mush was pushed into his mouth. Anything that wasn't swallowed immediately rolled down his chin only to be caught up by the spoon and fed to him again.

The experience was totally degrading. He didn't even have free hands. All he could manage to do was wave his mitts around ineffectually as she mercifully finished up, wiping off his sauce-covered face before moving onto the next boy.

He was left to sit there while she fed Jeff, the most infantile of the three. He was not a happy camper. He crossed his arms and stewed as she finished up and Zelda came back with yet another oversized toddler. This one was at least dressed normal, though they had an obvious diaper bulge in their pants that gave them away. He looked over to his right to see the assistant shovel the last of the mush into Jeff's eager mouh before wiping him clean. How had he been grouped with that guy?

He glared at Zelda until she left, and minutes later he was finally helped down from his chair by the assistant. When his feet touched the floor, his knees buckled and he filled his diapers more. He was startled to realize he had no coordination whatsoever, and it was only the quick reaction of the nurse that kept him from falling flat on his face - or butt.

"Wh-why can't I stand up?"

"I think it's better if you crawl, sweetie. Looks like you haven't learned to walk yet."

He winced as he began to do just that. He felt ridiculous, both because he was crawling like a baby toward the changing tables and because he was stuck in what was basically a water balloon of his own pee and poo.

"Did we get all the yuckies out?" asked the nurse, as she helped him up onto the table. "Then let's get you all cleaned up, little one."

Ed didn't even struggle anymore as the disgusting cloth diaper was removed and he was wiped clean. Now that he was hairless, the procedure was quicker and easier than ever, though certainly not painless as it wounded his pride just as badly as always. His pride took an even harder hit when she made him place his hand on the front of his fresh diaper and rub, smiling in satisfaction as she saw him begin to squirm and blush at the surprisingly pleasurable sensation. He was made to keep rubbing his diapers until she allowed him to stop, and thankfully he avoided the humiliation of busting his nut there on the table.

He was soon back on his butt sat on a blanket to watch Blarney. It was terribly boring and stupid, but somehow he couldn't look away. He kept seeing flickers of spirals that drew his eyes into the screen and at some point he hazily realized he was hard in his diaper.

No, he thought. I can't be getting hard to this! Why?!

Dane and Jeff were there too, engrossed in what looked to be total fascination with the purple character on screen. They also seemed to be reacting to the show because they began to rub their diapers and pretty soon Ed was doing it too. It was so stupid. So humiliating, but it felt... so, so good. Too soon, he spurted into his diaper and fell back on the blanket, completely out of breath. Clarity returned to him as he lay there and his face screwed up in shame with the full realization of what he'd just done.

He began to whimper as the full realization of his situation finally hit home. He realized that this was happening, that it wasn't a mistake, and that he wouldn't be back home soon. And as the weeks passed and yet more modifications were put in place, he became more and more conditioned into his baby lifestyle. He was a pathetic virgin who now smelled constantly of baby oil and baby powder, always locked into extra thick diapers, and always getting hard when his 'favorite' dolphin-theme diaper bag came out  because his pee-pee knew what would happen when he got his change. The staff liked to stick with a nautical theme for whatever he wore or used, a constant reminder of the spiteful creature that set this whole train-wreck into effect.

He swore he would escape and get his revenge one day, but it didn't look like he would get the chance, and every day that desire lessened just a little bit as his glares were replaced by giggles and his gags were replaced by grunts as he rubbed his dirty diapers day and night. He'd get out of this eventually... but not yet. Not until he was finished with his next nappy.