Published: April 15th 2022, 6:29:25 am
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"Okay, cutie," said Daddy. "Let's see you crawl to the crib like a good little one!"
But I can walk just fine, I thought, blushing. With the three large fuzzy creatures staring at me expectantly, I was suddenly very self conscious about acting like a baby in front of them.
"Aww," said Daddy, sensing my reluctance. "Laffy and Maffy went through all the trouble to set up your crib for you! They'll be so disappointed if you can't crawl to it like a good little boy..."
I looked at Daddy frowning at me, and felt my stomach do a flip. This was so stupid. I shouldn't feel bad about such a silly thing. I didn't do anything wrong! And yet I did feel bad. Then Laffy got down on all fours.
"You do it like this, see, Spot?" Laffy crawled across the colorful carpeted floor toward the crib, turning back to see if I understood what he was doing.
I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes as Daddy said, "Aww, look! Your big bro is showing you how it's done! Come on, sweetie. Show him that you can do it! Make us all proud!"
I shook my head and got down. They were too cute and hopeful looking to disappoint, so I decided to humor them this once. I began to crawl, and the crowd went wild.
Daddy and the big blue otters began clapping as I started to crawl. Laffy and Maffy were practically jumping up and down in excitement, which made me giggle a bit as I sucked my paci and crawled. My first tentative 'step' was followed by another, and pretty soon I was crawling right across the carpet, giggling and smiling at the positive attention being heaped on me. Then they diverted me away from the crib.
"Let's see you crawl some more! Let's do a few laps around the crib before you get up and see what we have in store!"
I looked up at the open crib. I would indeed have to be standing in order to see what they had done to it, and even then, I might just barely be able to see without being lifted up. I soon felt fuzzy fingers tickling my legs and butt along the edge of the diaper leg guards. It made me moan and shudder in pleasure - somewhere between tickling and orgasmic bliss. My eyes practically crossed and I began to drool on myself as they tickled and teased at the leg holes, whispering soft encouragement to keep me crawling.
"That's it, little boy! Keep it up!"
"Such a good mover! Look at you go kiddo!"
"What a cute little crawler! Move that tush, cutie pie!!"
I was the center of attention, and for once I loved it! It was a heck of a lot more fun when I wasn't being humiliated publicly. My horny bits exposed for all to see as I was teased by my captors. When they rubbed my diapers or tweaked my pee-pee during a change... when I spurted in my thick and thirsty...
"Unh..." Oh no. I was horny again.
"Aww! The little one is so excited!" said Daddy, smiling at my antics.
"Excited! Yes!" Echoed the twins.
"Time to put him in the crib, I guess," said Daddy, bending down to pick me up and place me in the crib, while the other two pressed in to watch. I looked around me and recognized immediately what I saw.
Daddy took out my pacifier for the briefest moment, while I was laid down and strapped into the restraints with the help of his two assistants. I could already see that he was holding a hose for more blue pee-pee juice, as I called it, because it made me pee so much.
"Wait is this a segu-"
"It's made to secure little rascals like you, buddy. After all, we can't have you running around like you did on the ship, or in the market and getting yourself hurt, can we?"
I frowned and shook my head as he brought the nozzle toward my mouth.
"Wait, Daddy! I hafta talk to you about what you said at the tea-house!"
"Shh, sweetie! We can talk later. For now it's time for some more training! Let's be a good boy and open your mouth!"
As he said this, he rubbed the front of my soggy pamp with his free hand, causing me to moan mid-sentence, and leaving the perfect opportunity to slip the gag in my mouth. I frowned and made a face, but couldn't spit it out before it was secured tight.
"There's a good boy," he said, patting the front of my diaper and leaving me frustrated. Then, when I tried to move, I found that I couldn't move an inch. While I was distracted by Daddy, Laffy and Maffy had gone about securing every inch of me to the big crinkly mattress of the crib, where baby animals danced and laughed on the shiny vinyl surface. I could only turn my head to see the locking straps secured all over my body, and then, I couldn't even do that, as my head was trapped between some unseen soft foam pads.
"Take a little nap, sweetie. When you wake up, we'll have more fun, okay, little one?"
I just looked at Daddy, and nodded. I had always wanted to try a secure-fix restraint system, and now I was getting my wish. Even more blushy and exciting was the visor that was being placed over my eyes. Like goggles, they soon lit up as swirls covered my vision. Virtual screens then appeared, and I could hear a droning noise in my ears. The images and words coming out of the screen seemed to start up all at once, overwhelming my senses.
"You are just a baby. A good little baby. A cute little adorable baby...."
"Good boy, spot! Good boy! Crawl for Daddy. Smile for Daddy. Cream your pamps for Daddy! You're a good boy..."
One by one, the voices accumulated as screens kept popping up, overwhelming my senses. Pretty soon my mind was at its limit, and that's when the voice said "DROP!" and I dropped straight into trance.