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$5 Patron Bonus - Baby Gym: A Babied by Billy Short
Published: November 1st 2020, 3:44:58 am
"I'm not getting enough exercise. I'm totally getting a baby belly with you guys wheeling and carrying me around everywhere." I poked my belly, which was poking slightly out over my diaper. It looked a great deal softer than it did before my baby treatment began. "Couldn't I at least get some home weights or something?"
Tank frowned and crossed his arms.
“I dunno…that doesn’t sound very safe for our baby boy….”
“Oh, c’mon, Tank,” said Billy with a grin. “Stop being such a wet blanket. I’ll tell you what baby, we’ll get you a home gym setup, how does that sound?”
“R-really, you will? I mean... a weight set would be enough….”
Billy smiled and patted my shoulder.
“Nah, don’t worry it’s no problem. It’s all part of the program budget anyway, so just relax. It’ll be here by tomorrow."
Why was Billy being so nice all of a sudden? I was understandably confused.
“Excuse us a moment,” said Tank. He pulled Billy aside.
“What the fudge are you doing, man? We can’t give the baby weights! He’ll hurt himself!”
“Don’t worry, man, I’ve got an idea. Trust me, even Papa Bear Tank will approve.”
“Alright man, I just hope you know what you’re doing.”
The next day I was excited to hear that my gym had arrived, but when I went out to the living room to see it, my face fell. It was a baby gym – little more than a soft mat with various noise-making toys hanging above, and buttons to kick where his feet would go. A colorful, childish baby gym. And it was just my size.
“What is this? I don’t wanna play on this! This is for babies!”
“Yes, and?” asked Tank, crossing his arms and smirking.
“I fail to see the problem” said Billy, doing the same.
I threw my hands down in exasperation.
"I wanted a *real* gym. Not some stupid baby thing. I’m not gonna use it."
I made to exit the living room but found myself blocked by my two larger caretakers. They stood there, their arms still crossed, looking none too pleased.
“You’re going to use it.” Said Billy. His tone made it clear that this was non negotiable.
I looked up to Tank, but if I was hoping for sympathy, I was barking up the wrong tree.
“You asked for it, lil guy, so it’s only right to use it. Besides, you need the exercise, and it will keep your mind busy too.” He tapped his temple.
I sniffled as I was physically placed onto my back on the matt. I looked up at the colorful rings above my head. I looked down at the keyboard at my feet. I groaned. I had really painted myself into a corner. Feeling foolish, I batted half heartedly at one of the rings, and it made a jangling noise.
“Good boy,” said Tank, patting me on the head.
“There you go, baby. Just like that,” added Billy, snickering.
With the two boys cheering me on, I was forced to play with the various buttons and toys attached to my baby gym. I blushed in humiliation, and as if to add to my shame, I began to wet and mess my diapers as I continued to exert myself. There I was, playing in the baby gym and filling my pampers like a real baby. I began to tear up. This was not the college experience I’d hoped for.
“Aww, I think the little one needs a change." said Billy, looking over to Tank.
"That’s enough gym time for one day. Come on stinker,” said Tank, Lifting me under my arms and bringing me to his hip. “Lets get you all changed.”
“This is great,” said Billy. “And we’re getting it all on camera! Another precious moment for our baby boy.”
I looked and saw a camera set-up that I hadn't noticed before.
It recorded my shock and dismay as I heard the news that this would be a regular part of my daily routine from now on. Then, I was carried away for my next diaper change.