Published: May 14th 2022, 5:14:16 am
You're driving home from a long day of work. A long week, really, since it's Friday. You've just started your first full time job and now you know what it means to be dog tired at the end of the day. All those songs about 'living for the weekend' finally make sense, but at least you're getting paid. Even if it does make you feel as dull as dishwater going in every day. You just want to go home and zone out on the couch. By the time you get home, you don't even bother to take off your work clothes, just plop down on the couch and stare at the TV blankly.
"Hey, little one, are you padded?"
You look in annoyance at your 'big bro'. You sigh.
"Not now, I'm not in the mood."
"Not in the mood? But you love your diapees," you big brother insists.
"No, I'm serious. I'm really tired!" you say.
"Aww, I'm sorry kiddo," he said,getting down and patting the carpet.
"No, I don't want to do it, I'm not in the mood for diapers. I probably don't want to wear them ever again. I'm just not feeling little after all this work."
You big bro doesn't listen. He goes over to the diaper closet and grabs a fresh diaper.
"Wow, are you a big grownup now? Well, you have a lot of diapers to go through first, buddy."
Big bro insists on taking off your grownup clothes and putting you in a diaper no matter how you fuss and whine. You just end up on your back on the carpet anyway.
"Not a baby!" you whine, but your voice is already sounding more babyish. Your words getting more childish as you become less and less articulate.
"Aww," your big brother says, picking up your pacifier and aiming for your mouth. You purse your lips and turn your head but big bro wins as always. As much as you hate to admit it, it makes you feel a little better.
You whine into your paci in protest. Big bro doesn’t care, just keeps on going, grabbing the diaper, unbuttoning your pants... pulling them off... along with your grownup undies...
"No! My undies!" you cry, but big bro just presses your pacifier into your mouth and shushes you.
You watch in dismay as he opens your next diaper and pushes up your legs.
"Yeah, that's better," he says as he lets your bum fall down on the padding. Those wonderful familiar feelings are coming back, despite your best efforts. The comfort of being in a diaper is undeniable. "Yeah, you love your diapers. You could never give them up, little one."
He spends a good long time rubbing in some ointment to protect your skin, tickling your bits and making you laugh and beg for mercy. Finally, he pulls up the front of your diaper and tapes it snug.
"There we go. That feels better, doesn't it?" You give him a pleading look but he looks you in the eye and raises his eyebrows. Reluctantly, you nod.
"That's better. Doesn't it feel so good to admit the truth?"
"Na da twoof..." you say.
"What was that?"
"Na da ba ba...." it's no use. You've already regressed too far, and you find yourself just saying baby babble.
You don't feel big anymore. Just sleepy and snuggly.
"That's my good kiddo," he said, smiling and tickling your belly.
You fall asleep with a smile on your face.
"That's right, little one. You'll never give up diapers. I'll make sure of it."