Published: January 6th 2022, 2:49:29 am
Note: Inspired by a recent piece entitled "Weekly Kink Sketch 13: The Babysitter" by Bottlebear. Check him out if you like gay furry diaper art. (This isn't a furry story but the idea is so effing hot I had to write about it!)
"Hey! Stop right there, little guy."
I looked at Jacob, my hand frozen where it was in my diaper. "I- uhh..."
"I caught you with your hand in the honey pot again, didn't I? You should know better than to stick your little hand down there..."
"I-it was just scratching an itch! I swear!"
"Yeah, right. I leave you alone in the living room for one minute and this is what I catch you doing. I didn't realize that baby shows were that exciting for you, little guy."
I sat up straight and scowled, my face getting hot to the accompaniment of the silly singing dinosaurs on TV. "I dooonn't!"
"So let's see, that's three spanks so far. One for touching your pee-pee, one for lying about touching your pee-pee, and one for lying about how excited you are when you watch baby shows."
"What! That's not fair! I only did the first two!"
"Aha! So you admit it!" said Jacob, giving a superior smirk.
"Damn!" I said, looking at the ground and making a fist.
"Three spanks it is. Good thing I left to get that paddle. I knew I'd need it sooner or later." The cocky bastard grabbed me by the ear and led me toward the nursery so he could do the spanking and check my diaper at the same time.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" I squealed, as I was led to the oversized baby room, crinkling with every step.
"Hands on the changing table, little man," he said, gripping the paddle with both hands and nodding over to the table.
"Jacoobb... come on... can't we just talk about this? Let me be an adult for once? You used to be so cool..." He had been my friend before I met Daddy and that made being babysat by him all the more embarrassing.
"Hands on the table or it's another spank."
I immediately put my hands on the table and braced myself, allowing him to pull down the back of the diaper and expose my vulnerable hiney.
It wasn't fair. He was no older than me, but I was the one getting the baby treatment. But that's how it's been since I became a diapercuck. Why oh why had I shown my boyfriend that silly magazine article?
*SMACK*
"Oww!!!" I cried, laying my head on the table and whining. He rubbed my butt with the cool wood and then pulled it back. I winced, holding my breath. Tensed up when I thought he would strike, but he didn't. He waited until I let out my breath, let my guard down.
*SMACK!* "Holy sh- shoot!!" I said, catching myself before I earned myself a fifth whack.
"Good catch, baby boy. You're learning."
"Are you enjoying this?" I asked looking over my shoulder at him to see him sporting a huge boner. He chuckled.
"What do you think? Eyes forward." I obeyed and as soon as I did the third whack came bringing tears to my eyes.
*SMACK*
"There we go, baby boy," he said, pulling up my diaper and giving me a big hug. I blinked away the tears.
"Why does everyone treat me like a baby?"
Jacob pulled back and looked down at me with his eyebrows raised.
"Listen, bub. Your Daddy knows what's best for you, and you shouldn't question it. Little diapercucks need special treatment and that's exactly what you're getting."
"But I wouldn't be a diapercuck if Daddy hadn't-"
He stuck a finger up to my lips and his other hand shot down to cup the front of my diaper. "Shhhh. Don't make me put your pacifier gag in. Now let's check your diaper. Oh my, It's time for a diaper change. I think that spanking scared the piss out of you, little guy."
He chuckled as I whined and squirmed in embarrassment. It seemed like all the adults I knew were helping Daddy enforce his rules.
Babysitting me, Driving me around since I wasn't allowed to drive or go places on my own, I never got a chance to break Daddy's rules without consequences. It was so unfair.
"Aww, there, there, little one. It's not all bad being little again, now is it?" Jacob spoke in comforting tones as he helped me onto the changing table. He laid me on my back and gave my belly a rub, making me melt. "You don't have to work, and you get all the cuddles you want..."
I relaxed as he gave me calming rubs. His hands seemed to go everywhere except inside my diapers where I wanted it the most.
"Hehe, that's better. See, you don't need sex, just cuddles and rubs. Now I'm not gonna have to strap you down for your change like last time I babysat, am I?"
I shook my head no.
"That's a good boy," he said, and I smiled, feeling warm and tingly, thanks to the hypnotic suggestions Daddy had given me. He pulled down the front of my diaper slowly and I gasped as the cold air hit my nether regions. I still wasn't used to being hairless down there.
"Aww, looks like you've shrunk a bit down there, huh?" I didn't even look. I knew already that Daddy had done something to make my junk shrink. Said little guys like me don't need to be big down there, especially bigger than Daddy. I guess that's what I get for teasing him that I was bigger back when we were boyfriends.
"Let's see... how about these super crinkly puppy diapers? These are pretty cute, aren't they?"
He looked at me expectantly and I rolled my eyes, muttering, "Yeah... I guess so..."
Luckily he didn't try to engage me in any more conversation as he wiped down my bits and put me in another diaper. My heart skipped a beat when I felt the soft fresh padding under my butt.
"Can't I wear undies just this once?" I asked.
"Yeah, not happening, little buddy," said Jacob, grinning as he pulled up the thick crinkly diaper to tape me up. "You should really stop asking."
I let my head fall back onto the soft padding. How long had it been since I'd sat on the potty on my own? Five, six months?
"Okay, buddy, we're all done. Let's go back downstairs and I'll give you cuddles and rubs. You like those much more than playing with your peepee, huh?
"Yes, Jacob," I said, pouting and looking at the floor.
"Put your thumb in your mouth when you say that, buddy. It's cuter."
"Yeth Jacob," I sighed.
"You're learning. Such a good boy!" I felt myself smiling despite my annoyance as that special feeling came back. At least I would get rubs.
When we got downstairs I saw that the baby shows were still playing.
"Can we watch something more grown-up while we cuddle?" I asked.
"Nope," he said. "C'mere."
He easily pulled me down on the couch and into his lap where he held me and cuddled. I could feel his hard-on even through the thick padding. Why did all our male friends seem to have this reaction when they helped baby me? Not only was it embarrassing but it was a reminder of what I couldn't do. Anyway, it didn't matter what was poking me in the butt or what was on TV when he started rubbing. I totally relaxed and felt so good as his hands pet me all over. I let out a contented sigh and felt the front of my diaper grow warm. Okay, so it wasn't all bad being Daddy's diapercuck.