Published: December 30th 2021, 10:48:32 pm
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"Hey kiddo, rise and shine! I wonder what Billy was so happy about when he left this morn- Kiddo?!"
Busted.
Tank froze as he stood in the doorway and so did I. For a few seconds, neither of us knew what to do. I spoke first.
"D-Daddy- I! I didn't mean to! I... unh!" I groaned as I began to rub the front of my diapers again. I couldn't help it. I was just so horny for my diapers!
Tank seemed to become unstuck as his hands slowly went up to his mouth and he stepped forward from the doorway. "B-baby boy...? A-are you okay? What are you doing without your mitts? A-are you talking to me again? I-..."
He hesitated for half a second, then rushed over to me, getting gently down onto his knees on the bed and bringing me into a hug. He was crying, I could see it. I was embarrassed both to see a grown man crying, and to be rubbing my diapers in front of him, especially since I still found him so attractive, and perhaps most of all because I really, really, really needed that hug from him and it felt so good that I began to cry too. But I didn't stop rubbing my diaper.
"Oh, baby boy, I'm so so so so sorry, I..." He grabbed my wrists and gently guided them away and looked me in the eye. "Sweetie... I don't know why Billy took off your mitts, but I'm not going to make you put them on. I won't make you do anything you don't want to. I..." He looked away and made a pained expression, then he took a deep breath and looked back at me. "I've hurt you. I've been as bad as Billy, participating in all this..."
He looked around and reached for a remote to see that everything had been turned off. To his surprise, it had, and I suspected Billy had done something unauthorized and gone off script himself to leave things off like that. I said nothing as he held my hands in his. Not, this time, out of spite, or protest, but because I wanted to feel his touch, and I wanted to listen to what he had to say, even if he didn't deserve it.
"Listen, Jimmy. I will admit something to you. I know that you never asked for this. At first, I was just going to bully you like Billy, but then I saw you get hurt and I had to step in. Then, well... then I manipulated you into that pinky promise and spent more time with you, and before I knew it, I... I was head over heels for you. But I still helped them, I still got you to stay for that procedure... For my own selfish reasons, I... I went with the program. I have no excuse, Jimmy. No excuse for what I've done. What I've been doing. I don't expect you to trust me, or even to want to look at me ever again, but... I want to help."
I was in tears at this point. My eyes were watering up and my vision had gone all warbly. Then everything stopped as the words he had said caught up with me.
"W-what? What do you mean you want to help?"
Tank looked at me in the eyes and said, "I meant exactly what I said. I want to help..." He gave me a little nod as the light of realization entered my eyes.
"You mean...?"
"Yes, Jimmy. I'm getting you out."
I was completely floored. I couldn't believe it. "You're... you're serious," I said. The words came out on their own, and I don't know how I knew, but the moment I heard myself say them, I realized with complete certainty that they were true.
He looked at me, and then it was as if he let out a breath he had been holding since he'd walked into the room. He looked so relieved and thankful, that he gave me another huge hug and after a few seconds, I began to hug him back. I knew that he had abused me. I knew that I was going against every piece of wisdom I had ever heard about toxic relationships, and yet, stupidly or not, I couldn't hold back any longer. I hugged him back and cried into his shirt. We just lay there, him holding me, me holding him. And we both cried.
It might prove to be the dumbest decision of my life, but it was also the only decision. I hugged him, and felt the love, and the resentment, the betrayal and also the need and comfort and hope all mixed together as I felt his body with my own hands for the first time. I put my hands everywhere I could. I felt his face. He let me. I even dared to ask if I could feel him down below.
"No, hon- no, Jimmy," he said, pausing to correct himself, but then added as he saw my disappointment. "Not yet. Just... give me some time. I'm sorry, I'm so used to seeing you as a baby, I keep wanting to call you what I called you before. I'm trying my best. I... I don't want to lose your trust again..."
"You don't completely have it yet, Dad- er... Tank," I said, mentally cursing myself for falling into the same trap. "You've got a lot of work to do if you want to prove to me you've changed..."
"Yes, baby bo- I mean, yes, Jimmy. I'll prove it to you, I promise. And I've never gone back on my promises, have I?"
I shook my head. "No, you haven't." That much was undeniably true.
We lay there for a while, myself the small spoon, laying in his arms. It felt like we were catching up. Somehow, the unexpected situation of the morning had thrown me off my game, and I was glad for it. I finally felt as if I had a way forward, and most importantly I had an ally. But all I was focused on for that moment was the need for human touch and intimacy that I had missed all this time I was denied my personhood. Finally I was being held by someone who saw me as something more than a baby.
After a while, I asked him, "Why did you finally come around?"
Tank was silent for a minute before he responded. "Ever since the last meeting with the Director, I've had this nagging feeling. Maybe I've known longer than that. It got stronger and stronger. I was ready to tell you yesterday. I tried to tell you... But after what Billy said yesterday, I couldn't ignore it anymore. What we're doing at C.A.B.S. is wrong. I know it's wrong. And the director, he's..." he looked around and lowered his voice as if afraid the director himself could still hear us. "He's full of shit, Jimmy. I don't care how much 'neurological evidence' he has under his belt."
I audibly gasped at his use of foul language. I had never heard him curse deliberately like that in front of me. He spoke with such conviction as he said it.
"I'm going to get you out of this, Jimmy. I can't make it right, but I have an idea of how we can make it stop. And..." he reached down and patted my diaper on the side, well clear of my naughty zone. "I'll see if I can get you out of these too. It'll take some time but please just play along a little longer. I'll have to go back to calling you baby boy for a little while until we're done, And then... No more baby treatment or diapers ever again. I promise."
I blushed as I felt his hand on my hip and heard the crinkle of my diapers. I shifted and made an uncertain, "mmmm...," as I felt the head rise to my cheeks.
"W-what is it, Jimmy? What's wrong baby bo- ...what's wrong?"
"W-well... I mean... It, uh... never is a pretty strong word, isn't it? I m-mean, I c-could maybe be okay being baby boy sometimes..."
Tank hugged me tight and I could feel his thick cock beginning to climb up my spine. He kept his breathing and voice calm, however.
"Only if that's what you want, baby boy..."
I nodded, and said quietly. "That's good, Daddy."
He gave me another squeeze. "I love you, Jimmy."
"I love you too, Daddy." We lay there quietly for another moment, and then I spoke up. "So what do we have to do?"
-Written by ChampTehOtter