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The Daycare Worker - Part 4
🕑 Added 2021-10-22 03:25:54 +0000 UTCWhen Jean was picked up that evening his mother was retailed about the day’s events. It had gone by rather smoothly honestly; Jean had behaved himself gone along with whatever he was told. She was gobsmacked to hear about his first mess in his diapers thought. She hadn’t even considered it yet; of course it was going to be an eventuality if he was wearing his diapers for all intended purpose. He stood by close blushing and wishing the wind would sweep him away as he listened to these two women discuss how he was forced to poop himself. He got more involved with the crafts today too, instead of isolating himself he decided to join in on one of the activities and painted a wholesome image of a house and tree. Laura embarrassingly convinced him to label the juvenile painting ‘for mummy love Jean’ convincing him that being on his best behaviour was in his best interests and would result from a good report by her.
She was true to his word buttering his mother up as she said what a sweetie and helpful boy he was being. He swore he could see her swoon as she ate it all up, pulling him in closer for a hug. He wanted nothing more than the conversation to end though, he had spent the full day with no pants on and he desperately wanted to be home so could finally have some privacy. Thankfully he didn’t have to wait too long as they said their goodbyes and he bashfully waved goodbye to Laura for the day. The drive home made him feel oddly strange as he was given praise for being such a good boy. His mother even offered to let him pick dinner as a reward. Gladly he asked for take away burgers from his favourite bar and she even promised that they would get delivery so he wouldn’t show off his baby pampers. Her comment made him acutely aware that she had recognised the infantile baby diapers he had been put into, he didn’t even realise they made ones like this until Laura ripped one out and strapped him in. She commented that she would need to have speak to her about where she got them from, being quite envious that he was in such a cute pair compared to the plainer ones he had at home waiting for him.
Jean toddled in front of his mother as she opened the front door, but as he went to run for the solutide of his bedroom he was pulled back as his diaper was unceremoniously pulled back from his body. He felt a twang as it snapped back in place and his mother announced she was ‘just checking for any poopies’. It was hard to consider each new instance of humiliation a new low when he was having this treatment forced on him full time now. The only light at the end of the tunnel was if he kept being on his best behaviour and doing whatever Laura and his mother told him that together they would decide to let him act his age again. His mother left him in his room to occupy himself and he was quite happy to have access to his computer once again. Sometime had passed before she returned to his room and said it was time to switch off. Normally Jean would have ignored his mother and opted to play late into the night on the computer with his friends. But with his behaviour constantly under scrutiny he couldn’t risk prolonging his treatment and quickly shut it all down and waddled into the living room with her.
He was stopped as he went to sit on the couch and gently pushed onto the carpeted floor.
“Sorry hun, I don’t want leaky diapers ruining the couch.”
‘Whatever’ Jean thought to himself and plonked down onto his diapered bottom.
“Speaking of….”
She moved over him and gently cupped the front of his diaper, tutting when she found it dry as a bone.
“Jean have you been holding it?” She asked rather sternly.
He remained silent but nodded apprehensively; he had been doing his best to go as little as possible minimizing the amount of embarrassing diaper changes he was exposed to.
“It’s not good to hold it baby; I want you to go as soon as you feel the need to ok?”
She knelt beside him and gently pressed the palm of her hand into his bladder.
“Even if it’s just a tiny trickle when you need to wee you go straight away, no more holding it until it builds up too much.”
She pushed down harder and Jean groaned but succumbed to the feeling and let go of his bladder. His mother quickly brought her hand over to his diapered groin when she heard the hissing, confirming that her little boy was indeed using his diaper as intended.
“Good job baby, aren’t you mothers special boy.”
She gave him a kiss before standing up, leaving him to wallow in a pool of wee and sitting awkwardly as the padding squelched around him. He heard the front door and she soon returned with dinner for the pair of them. Jean was quite elated it had been a while since had eaten take away, his mother normally reserved it for special occasions lamenting it was only to be eaten sparingly. She placed his food down in front of him and then proceeded to tuck a large cloth napkin she had stowed away into his shirt collar like a bib.
Even with the added humiliation of sitting in a wet diaper with a bib to catch any spills he still said his thanks and savoured the delicious treat. More than once Jean had to be reminded to slow down when he chewed, but he had become so used to the controlling comments from his mother and Laura over these last few days they no longer bothered him. Each time he was told to do or not to do something he complied, even his mother was surprised how he was doing what he was told with less and less resistance each time. When dinner was finished she even let Jean pick out the movie they watched and he eagerly chose his favourite action flick which his mother obliged him in. It wasn’t even half way through the film when he found himself yawning at her feet ready to dose off.
“I think someone’s ready for bed.”
She stood up and helped jean to his feet.
“But not before a bath.” She commented after taking in a big whiff of the state of his diaper.
He timidly followed his mother down the hallway and into the bathroom. At this point he would normally be left to his own devices and enjoy a long hot shower. But as he predicted the decision was taken out of his hands as his mother decided to stay and proceeded to pull the shirt from his body. The soaked diaper was next and it landed on the tiled floor with a wet thud. It was a relief to not be carrying around the cold clammy padding that had been strapped to his waist for the better half of the night. But Jean couldn’t help but feel like something was missing with the missing weight from his lower half. He didn’t enjoy the diapers right? He couldn’t help but admit that part of him enjoyed the comforting way it hugged his hips, even if it was an embarrassing item of clothing designed for babies. His mother made sure the water was warm just the way he preferred his showers and carefully he held onto her as he awkwardly stepped into the water.
He wasn’t sure how long it had been since he had taken a bath, even many more years since his mother had bathed him. He sat awkwardly as she washed him over, making sure to hit every part of his body, even the most intimate and private areas. He was pulled and pushed as she cleaned him thoroughly, normally his showers would be quick but his mother was making up for lost cleaning time, making it her mission that he sparkled. She even washed his hair, opting for her own strawberry scented shampoo then his garish boyish one. It was quite an overpowering sensation having his mother clean him and shoulder the responsibility herself. He was feeling quite tepid when the bath was over and she pulled the plug, he found the whole experience unexpectedly relaxing by the end.
She whisked him from the tub and dried him passionately, cooing again over how sweet he had become. He couldn’t help but continue to blush as she heaped more praise onto him, and he was torn feeling between enjoying the comments and realising no one his age ought to be treated this way. With gentle spank on his bottom he scurried to his bedroom even finding himself assuming the diaper change position on his duvet without being prompted. His mother smiled and walked with a skip in her step as she brought over a fresh diaper to change her son into.
“I have some news sweetheart, mummy won’t be going into work tomorrow, I took the day off to spend with you.”
Jean smiled as the diaper was pulled under him as he realised this meant no day care tomorrow. Unfortunately the moment was squashed not soon after as she continued.
“But don’t worry; I’ll be going with you to day care tomorrow, theirs a special class that Laura is going to be introducing us to.”
That left Jean feeling suddenly overwhelmed with worry, whatever it was she had planned it wouldn’t be good. Nothing that took him away from the privacy of his house bode well for him.
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DirtyDingus84
what is the special class? what's going to happen next? this is such a good story
