Published: January 30th 2023, 8:50:45 am
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CW: Sounding
"This isn't going to be another... public diaper change, is it?" I asked in a hushed voice so no one would overhear me. "I mean... with an audience?"
"It'll be in the changing room upstairs," Tank said, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. I'm sure the showers and bathrooms will be pretty busy, and you are pretty cute to watch. I can't help you there, buddy boy. If you don't want an audience you gotta stop bein so adorable!"
Tank was happy as a clam at the prospect of diapering me in front of an audience, but it was still a lot for me. I wondered if I would ever get used to this new life. At least I wasn't the house mascot, whatever difference that might make.
Tank picked me up and nodded over to Jason and David, who were finishing up with a dazed and very stuffed looking Billy. Billy I watched as Billy's normally fit tummy bulged out over the tray. He groaned as the tray was removed, releasing the pressure on his full belly. Jason wiped Billy's messy face off with a warm wash cloth and I sputtered in surprise as I felt something warm and wet cover my own face.
"Whoa! Sorry there, big guy," said Tank. "You made a bit of a mess there. I didn't mean to surprise you!"
I blushed. I hadn't realized my face was messy too. Soon I was up and out of the high chair, easily being carried by Daddy.
"Alright, gentlemen," announced Tank. "We're going to go change the babies. Newbies, you should be getting the house ready for all the new arrivals coming. You all will find your assignments at the front of house in the Foyer. Read up on your seniors and who their charges will be. Se-up and personalization of their spaces will be your responsibility. I know you can do a good job and make Alpha Beta proud. Remember, many of them are your friends, and you want to give them the best lives here at Alpha Beta Delta Lambda. I'm sure they would do the same for you!"
All the freshies seemed to take that as a signal to stop eating immediately and clear their plates off of the table. The senior members of Alpha Beta sat back and sipped their coffees, juices, and mimosas. They were clearly living the high life, and as we passed them I picked up bits of conversation about just who each of them would be taking care of after C.A.B.S. processing was complete.
"I'm getting Daniel," said a chubbier guy with a kind face. "that cute guy who gave up after five hits with the paddle. He's pretty delicate, so he's perfect for me, cause I'm gentle and soft."
"Oh yeah! I remember that kid! He'll be great for you," said a husky sporty looking guy with an MMA logo on his tanktop. "I got Rolo, that ripped fighter. I can't believe he didn't make it, but I'm the guy to take him. We can have some good bonding time rolling around on the mats until I tucker him out for his nap!"
I looked back and saw that Billy was listening to the conversations as well and looking positively sick to his stomach at the prospect of being babied. He was being marched along behind me by Jason and his camera crew with David tagging along. Being considerably bigger than me, Billy didn't have the luxury of being carried by his caretaker.
"Don’t worry, sweet pea," said David, smiling as pinched Billy's cheek. "We will let bygones be bygones. Me and the other brothers will take care of you like any other baby. And you could forget all about your past status here at the frat house. You’re just another one of the babies now, the house baby."
I smiled knowing that Billy would get the same treatment that I got now. Never taken seriously. Treated as an adorable little tyke. Any protest or resistance taken as fussiness and tantrums. I was glad that Billy was getting the baby treatment. It might not be right for everyone, but in his case I thought it was much needed.
Billy looked defeated marched toward the bathrooms right behind me. He knew better than anyone how hopeless his situation was. When we got to the bathrooms, the good doctor WIndelmann was waiting for us.
"Ah, just in time, boys. I vant to check up on mein two favorite patients zis morning and vat better time than changing time?"
I sighed. Once again, our entourage was rapidly gaining members as we neared the changing tables. We passed through the lockers, the showers, the baths, and finally to the rows of changing tables. I was laid down next to Billy, looking over at him with a smug grin. However humiliating this experience might be, it was worth it to see that asshole squirm.
Windellman mercifully went to Billy first.
"Goodness, vat a pouty boy! I think it must be nap time!"
"But I just got up!" whined Billy, as Dr. Windelmann untaped his diaper."
"Can I help?" asked David, clearly excited.
"Of course," said Dr. W. "I can see from the look in your eye that you are as excited about caring for gut little boys as I am, are you not? Ah, a man after mein own heart. Nothing is better than turning big ones into the little ones they need to be. Let's take a look at vat ve haff here."
The two men were completely ignoring Billy as the Doctor pulled down the front of his diaper to reveal a completely hairless crotch with massive stretching plug and a pee-hole that was distended with some sort of huge metal thing poking out the top.
"What the heck is that?" asked David, pointing to Billy's Pee-hole.
"Zat, my boy, is a Prince Albert's Vant mit a special modification to make sure it helps keep him flowing well into his diaper."
"Wow... can I touch it?"
"Sure, go ahead und explore. I'm going to take it out in a second und vee can play mit his peehole too!"
David was practically creaming his pants, and I could see the front of his basketball shorts was already wet with pre as he touched the metal monstrosity. Billy, of course, was not consulted at all. In fact, he had to be restrained when he put up too much of a fuss.
"Zat's better," said the doctor, who also had a pacifier gag installed so that Billy would stop throwing out - admittedly cutely censored - insults at the two.
"He's a lot cuter like this, Remarked Tank, who was watching with amusement as I waited my turn to be changed and inspected by the good doctor.
"Yes he is a very cute little boy. But a naughty one," Said the doctor. "He will need many spankings, I think," chuckled the doctor, as he removed the big metal wand, leaving Billy's peehole open and dribbling. With a lubed finger, the doctor began sliding it into the tip of Billy's penis, much like he had done with his own pup's pee pee the night before. Billy moaned and squirmed as the doctor did so, only catching his breath long enough for David to take his place under the direction of the doctor.
Jason hesitated, his gloved hand at the tip of Billy's penis. "Do I just shove it in there?"
"Ja! Just like that. Go ahead, he's stretchier than you think!"
David pushed his finger in gingerly and was surprised when Billy's penis swallowed it up. "Whoah.... Oh man, this is so warm and tight. I think I'm gonna.... I'm gonna... UHnnnnnghhhh!"
My eyes went wide as I saw white splooge squirt through the material of the basketball shorts and hit the side of the changing table.
"Ohhh g-gods... I'm so sorry," said David, completely embarrassed at the unexpected ejaculation. The doctor just laughted as he wiped a big dollop off of his white coat with a wet wipe.
"Not to vorry. It's a natural reaction. Happens all the time, though I'm more used to it from my patients..." The doctor squinted at Jason. "Are you sure you don't need diapers too ven you are helping in the changing room?" David's face went red as a tomato and he held up his hands.
"N-no! No. I don't need those. I just... it's just very exciting to be helping, is all. I... uh..."'
"I got this," said Tank, walking over to the doctor and whispering in his ear. The doctor's eyebrows went up in surprise for a second before his face broke into a big friendly smile.
"Oh, zat is perfekt! Ja, und zis would be ze perfect time to do it too, considering... Yes, the perfekt time, ja."
David began to look nervous as the two men talked about him, but he didn't dare question what they were talking about.
"Comm here, David," said Doctor W., beckoning the embarrassed man to his side. "I promise zis von't hurt a bit."