Published: April 1st 2022, 7:38:57 am
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"A babysitter?! I don't need a babysitter." Frank was livid, but when he crossed his arms and pouted it came across more like the complaint of a stubborn child.
"You clearly do," said Leandra, crossing her arms as she leaned against the bathroom doorway.
"Uncross your arms, little one," said Gerard, as Frank sat in the tub pouting. "I need to wash you."
"Are they still downstairs?" asked Frank. "I don't want to see them again. That was so embarrassing."
"Gee, it's almost as if you need those diapers," said Gerard, earning a dirty look from Frank, while Leandra giggled behind her hand.
"They're all gone," said Leandra. "But don't worry, you'll be seeing them tomorrow. That's when your real training starts..."
Leandra wasn't lying either. Jasmine, 'The Boy Trainer' was a pro, and the next day when Leandra brought Frank to Jasmine's house, it would be quite obvious why.
"I can't believe you're taking me to a babysitter," said Frank, as he was unstrapped from his carseat and led by the hand, waddling to the front door of a large white house. Leandra gave him a stern look as they stood on the porch.
"You'd better be on your best behavior. If you don't think you can keep a civil tongue, I'll pacify you right now. Do you need mommy to put in the pacifier?"
"No, Mommy," muttered Frank, Blushing and looking down as he used his free hand to pull down the back of his shirt. He was self conscious that everyone passing by could see the obvious bulge in his shorts, and the crinkle his diapers made with each step didn't help. He felt and looked like the big toddler that his wife and her lover had made him into, and it made him especially nervous whenever they were in public.
Almost as soon as the doorbell was rung, Jasmine was answering it, smiling, in a green checked apron. As far as Frank was concerned, it couldn't be soon enough because he didn't want to stand inside for another moment.
"Aww! Sweetie! You just couldn't wait to hug me, could you?" said Jasmine, catching Frank as he ran inside, so that he ran right into her and was pulled into a big hug, his face being smothered in her breasts as she put a hand around the back of his head and another arm around his back.
Frank went limp immediately as his nose was flooded with her spicy scent, feeling totally relaxed, even as he felt his cage jump in his diaper and a spreading warmth. It was just a distant feeling, he was almost disconnected from his body, and he only came to as he was being led inside, vaguely feeling his hand being picked up to wave bye-bye to Mommy. By the time he was totally himself again, he was alone in the house and Jasmine was showing him his cubby.
"It goes right in here! We'll put your diapers from your baggie in here and your backpack goes on the hook! See?"
"Wha...? Where's Mommy?" asked Frank, coming out of his daze.
"She had to do grown-up things, sweetie. Don't worry, she'll be back later today. Now put your hands on my shoulders and step out of those shorts, sweetie," said Jasmine, getting down on one knee to slide down Frankie's pants. He did as she said without even hesitating. It only took a few seconds for his brain to catch up and make him question why she was taking off his shorts, or where his shoes had gone, but that was more than enough time for her to have them off of him and in his cubby with his diapers.
"W-wait," said Frank, reaching for the cubby.
"No, sweetie. You don't need a change quite yet," said Jasmine, squishing the front of Frank's diaper. "Although you are a bit wet."
Frank looked down between his legs in surprise. "Wha? When did I do that?"
"It's hard for little boys to tell when they went, isn't it?" asked Jasmine.
Frank furrowed his brow. "Hold on a second... I'm not a little boy. I'm a man. And I don't need a babysitter... hey... why are you laughing?" he said, crossing his arms and pouting.
"Because you sound just like a little boy when you say that," said Jasmine. "And look at you!"
Frank looked down at himself... a Blue Sleuth's T-Shirt with the iconic puppy peering from the corner of his breast pocket, an extra thick Pawsome Squad diaper, and a baby belly that hadn't been there a month ago. He was being treated just like a toddler, and he certainly looked the part.
"Listen. You're going to have a babysitter like it or not, so you might as well not be spending the whole time in punishment, right?"
Frank looked at Jasmie uncertainly. This wasn't his house. He hardly even knew this lady. Yes, this was unfamiliar territory, and Frank really didn't know where he stood at the moment.
"What happens if I don't do what you say?" asked Frank, taking a step back and eyeing Jasmine with suspicion.
"Do you really want to find out?" asked Jasmine. "Duke and Pierce can tell you what happens when you don't listen to Mommy Jasmine. Let's just say you will not have a fun time at my house if you aren't on your best behavior."
She flashed him a grin that made his blood run cold, and Frank squeaked despite himself.
"Uh oh, looks like you wet yourself a little more, sweetie. Let's get you to the play area then, before you make a puddle on the carpet."
Jasmine led Frankie away from the cubbies and further into the house, to a set of stairs that went down into a massive basement. Frank's eyes went wide when he saw it. It was huge! There were toys, a couple changing tables, some cribs, and even enough space for a fully built plastic playhouse. It was like an indoor playground, and there were two little guys like him sitting on the floor, rolling a ball back and forth.
"Okay, boys. Say hi to your new playmate! You remember, Frankie, don't you?"
"Yes, Mommy," said the two men, looking at Frank, then back at her. It was Duke and Pierce, Jasmine's two live in boys - now diaperboys thanks to the punishment they earned during last night's dinner visit.
"You two tell Frankie how to be good and, since he asked, what happens when you're not. I want you to help me train him to be a better boy, since he failed so badly at being a husband."
"How can we do that?" asked Duke, while Pierce furrowed his brow, but looked down at his feet, saying nothing.
"You figure it out," said Jasmine. "The faster he becomes a good boy, the faster you two will be out of diapers and back into your big boy pants with big boy privileges."
That got both their attention.
"Yes, Mommy!" said Pierce, looking animated by this promise of a potential end to his baby treatment.
"You can count on us!" said Duke, poking a thumb into his chest.
"I know I can, sweetie. Now I'm going to get started on lunch. Play nice and I'll be back in about an hour..." She set a timer on her phone and a big red number appeared on a wall clock by the stairs. "I'll see you when that clock reaches zero."
"Yes Mommy!" said the two boys, and Jasmine promptly left, locking a five foot tall child gate behind her, so that Frank couldn't follow her up the stairs. He stood there with his hands gripping the plastic lattice, still unable to believe that he was being left in daycare.
"Shit," he said, stepping back and turning around, only to see the two men standing above him and glowering. "The fuck you looking at?" he began. "Oof!"
Frank fell to his butt as he was pushed by the more heavyset Duke.
"Looks like we need to teach the brat some manners," said Duke. "Rule number one. No cursing."