Pick Up and Bedtime

Locked into the highchair as he was, Abe Dell was much too horny to think of a rule change to make. The looping porno that was a parody of children's TV was hitting all the right buttons. Big mommy milkers? Check. Being talked down to like a helpless baby? Check. Light themes of mother-son ****? Endlessly being checked off as each woman birthed the next protagonist to only start molesting him again as puppets sang insipid songs.

Fidgeting in his damp pampers, Abe was surprised when the attendant turned up, unlocking the tray. Scooped up in her arms, he was free to rub his diaper for a little bit before getting handed off to Aberdeen.

"Aw, wittle man got a bad case of the wiggle wormies?" She teased as she adjusted her hold on him to keep his hands away. "Thanks for getting him wound up, we'll have some baby batter in no time." She told reception as she collected Abe's diaper bag.

Getting buckled in the car, Abe's arms were strapped down, but the buckle over his diaper started buzzing. The devious car seat was designed to edge a man-baby! As Aberdeen pulled out of the parking lot the music was turned on. It was a playlist of nursery rhyme classics with breathy moans layered into them. Pop goes the Weasel kind of slaps when it's punctuated by orgasms.

With eyes rolling in the back of his head as he was edged, the car stopped. Temporary relief from stimulation, Abe was aching to fuck as he was laid out in the shared crib, tapes ripped open with his feet held high. Bottom was cleaned and a bed liner was placed. Laying there with an erection, the harem cooed at the "cute peenie-weenie", as pants dropped and hems were hitched.

A cock ring was secured around the base as the women took turns riding the man-baby. Abigail facing him, Abebi riding reverse, Abbelina keeping his attention with a rattle, and Aberdeen rode last, taking the ring off, Abe Dell's toes curled as he finally came.

Exhausted, Abe Dell fell asleep.

He had spent the day small and helpless, being treated as a baby while the women around him were large and in charge. He could only think about the prime world, where he was a kissless virgin and the contrast between his life then and now. His philia of diapers was acceptable, his streak of submissiveness wasn't reviled. Being as small as he was though there was no autonomy, and ageplaying just wasn't a thing. He was thought of as an infant and so being treated as such wasn't a deviant rebuke of the status quo. The enjoyment wasn't the same as if he was a full sized man expected to act his age.

When he awoke he was going to change the rules.