He takes you outside

You had drifted off again into a restless sleep. In and out of it, as though you were feverish. At one point, you felt someone touching you, but you weren’t conscious enough to understand it.

You jerked awake suddenly, but you didn’t go far, something restraining your chest and holding you back. You glanced down, finding yourself in a large gray car seat. You felt like you were hyperventilating, glancing around the interior of the nice SUV.

Where was he taking you?

Tyler adjusted the rear view mirror to meet your eyes. “You were a sleepy boy, weren’t you? Did you have a nice nap?”

All you did was glare at him, struggling against the car seat. His eyes drifted back to the road in front of him, “I’ve got a surprise to make you feel good for the rest of the week. I do it with most of my clients.”

You whimpered, glancing out the window. A passenger of the truck beside you was staring. Your face turned red and you slapped your now-free hands over your face.

“Aww, don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s windows are tinted.”

But, you didn’t pull your hands away, keeping your face buried. You only peeked out between your fingers when Tyler pulled in back behind a building and parked. Tyler opened the back driver’s side door, allowing sunlight to spill over your horribly childish outfit. He reached into the floor board beside you, putting on a black military backpack that had blended into the seats before. Then, he unbuckled you, grabbing you with on hand and placing you on his hip.

You nervously sucked on the pacifier in your mouth as he approached a gray door and pounded on it, clutching at his strong muscles.

A woman dressed in all black scrubs opened the door, she smiled when she saw Tyler. “Hello there, Mr. Carpenter. New client today?”

“Yes, Charlotte,” he said, giving you a slight bounce. “He’s quite into the playing side of things.”

Charlotte’s warm smile turned to you. “Isn’t he just precious? Well, you’d better bring him inside, sir, so we can start.”

You shivered as you entered the sleek-decorated hallway. You clutched onto Tyler’s compression shirt, as Charlotte lead him through a door. Inside the room was a medical table and beside that, some frightening machine sat.

Tyler laid you down on the table, stroking your hair as Charlotte messed with the machine beside you. “Shh, it’s okay baby. It’ll all be okay.” He slipped the diaper cover down your legs and the shirt over your head like he’d done it a million times before.

You sucked on the pacifier a lot harder than you’d like to admit as a clear mask came towards your face. Tyler took the soother from your mouth as the mask was fitted around your mouth and nose. Your heart was running a marathon inside your chest, and Tyler’s muscles were the only thing keeping you on that table.

You grew drowsy, blinking slowly. Your heart began to still, and Tyler’s hands became more comforting. You closed your eyes, and you were dead to the world.

You took a few slow blinks, squinting at the bright light of the ceiling. You groaned, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hands. You were about to role over and go back to sleep when you felt a sharp twitch in your lower abdomen.

Blinking several times, you finally opened your eyes. What had happened? One moment, you were being ****, the next, you were out of it, nothing appeared to have changed.

You gasped as a strong hand rested right over your bladder. Tyler’s white teeth shown down at you as he pressed slightly downwards. With his free hand, he began stroking your face.

“That wasn’t so bad, no was it, baby?” The last word was said simultaneously with a particularly forceful downwards press, causing your bladder to give up before it had a chance to fight.

You glanced down as liquid filled the youth diaper. Surely, it would leak. You breathed laboriously as you waited, waited for the babyish thing to spill out your waste onto the floor. It was made for unpotty trained children, not grown men. But it never did.

Tyler’s hand moved down, patting your crotch through the wet padding. You had been redressed. You felt his finger pull back one of the leg holes of the diaper over, as though peeking inside. “Poor Cookie Monster. He’s all wet now.”

You scowled at him, about to bite something back, when he shoved the pacifier past your lips. Tyler scooped you up, placing you yet again on his hip. You stilled, the motion momentarily dizzying you.

He walked out of the room, out the door. You expected him to go out the way you came, but he turned down another hallway. You wondered where he was taking you when you spotted a restrooms sign in the direction you were headed. You buried your face into his shirt, hoping to disappear.

You peeked your head up slightly when you felt him push open the door to the men’s room. There were only 3 other people in the room. A nurse in black scrubs who was washing his hands, and 2 men over by the urinals. Tyler carried you over to the changing table, laying you down on it. You clutched the sides, scared that it would collapse under adult weight, but it stayed upright. You winced as he did the safety belt closed, strapping it tightly across your middle.

You tried to cover your diaper cover—no, the diaper cover as Tyler rummaged around in his backpack. He pulled out a package of baby wipes, a bottle of baby powder, and a fresh youth diaper. Tyler slipped the diaper cover down your legs and pushed the shirt up a little bit.

You tried kicking the mountain of the man as he untapped the size 7 diaper around your waist, you were rewarded with yet another slap to the thigh. Tyler pushed your lifted your legs in the air as he pulled the tiny thing out from under you, showing you the yellow interior.

You squirmed under his touch as he began wiping you from front to back with baby wipes, just below your belly button and all the way to your ass cheeks. Your legs stayed up until he’d laid the new diaper underneath you, then he pulled them back up briefly to powder your ass. You glanced down at your dick before the white powder was sprinkled over it. You frowned, something was different.

Before, you’d had well trimmed pubic hair, but now, you were as smooth as the day you were born. You took a look at your arms, your legs, your chest and noticed that they too were bare of hair. Tyler noticed your examination, giving you a small kiss on the belly before he taped Sesame Street characters over your cock for the 2nd time today. “You’re all smooth now, buddy. Surprise.”

Tyler threw the wipes and used diaper away, before packing his bag back up. He sat the shirt back in place and redressed you in the diaper cover before he unclipped you, settling you, yet again, on his hip. You clutched onto him as he washed his hands, staring at the 2 men that were still at the urinals.

They were both around the same height, but one was helping the other back into his pants, or rather, shortalls. The man in white shortalls was dressed extremely oddly compared to his companion, who was clad in jeans and a Henley. This other man was wearing a baby blue t-shirt under white shortalls and had an unzipped jacket with bear ears on the hood. And to complete the look, a pacifier was in his mouth.

You watched the normal man wash his hands and the other man’s at the same time while Tyler dried his own. You thought about the grown man with a pacifier as Tyler carried you out of the establishment. You absentmindedly waved at Charlotte as she said goodbye like you were under 2. You thought back to the way Tyler had been treating you—the diapers, the bottle, the carrying, the pacifier, the car seat. Did he think you wanted that?

You suckled on the pacifier, deep in thought, as you were buckled in and Tyler started driving off. If he thought you liked this weird baby stuff, then who told him? Someone had to, because a babysitter like that didn’t just show up at your house.