Little JJ

Crinkle.  Rustle.  Crinkle.  Rustle.

Jason James crouched on hands and knees, his thick and heavy diaper singing its song as he slowly and sensually humped Barnaby Bear.  Barnaby was a massive, four-foot tall teddy bear covered in fuzzy white fur and adorned with a bright red bow around his neck; perfectly sized for a twenty-six year old baby.  Jason had bought the plush last year, overtly as something to cuddle at night, and the fuzzy friend had quickly become the adult toddler’s constant companion in play, both innocent and, as now, naughty.

The diapered man quickly ran a hand through his short brown hair and wiped the accumulated sweat from his forehead.  Letting out a soft moan through the large pacifier stuffed in his mouth, he thrust his diapered crotch against the bear’s rear once more.  The garment’s plastic folded and creased as it noisily formed around the stuffed toy’s bottom, not to mention the stifled erection between boy and diaper.  As Jason pulled back for another thrust, the soaked padding heavily sagged and swayed between his legs, reminding him of just how naughty he was for wetting himself so much and not asking his imaginary “daddy” for a change.   Unable to contain his arousal and simply savor the feeling a moment longer, he thrust again, harder.

 

Thirty minutes had the man been at this.  “Making stickies”, as Jason called it, was a long process that was slowly coming to a head, growing louder and louder as his breathing became more ragged and the thrusts more lustful and needy.  He sometimes wondered if his roommate knew why he retired from their living room for so long at a time, but never dwelt on the thought for long.  While he was sure his friend and landlord didn’t know the specifics, he knew that Dave took “personal time” too.  By all accounts, there seemed to be a mutual understanding between the two of them to not mention it.

 

Jason had liked Dave straight from his first time meeting him.  It was the day when he had viewed a room for rent, his current bedroom in fact, almost a year previous.  There had been an anonymous reply to his Craigslist ad seeking a cheap place to stay, one which simply pointed him towards his new found landlord’s own ad on the site.  It had taken all of fifteen minutes for him to to explore the large house and decide that this would be a great place to live.  The decision was made in no small part because of the owner and cohabitant who was showing him around.

 

Dave was a thirty-two year old real-estate agent, nearly half a decade older than Jason, and was tall, dark-haired, and handsome.  The man unabashedly enjoyed talking about nearly anything, but always did so in such a way that it seemed gentle and conversation-guiding, rather than noisy and chatty.  The two had become fast friends and would often spend their free time in one another’s company.

 

Several months into living together, after watching a rather hot video of a woman caretaking an adult baby, Jason realized that Dave’s talked in the same tone one might use with a small, or in this case rather large, child.  When he brought up the realization to his roommate, neglecting to mention where he had noticed, of course, Dave had just laughed for a bit, nodding.  After a moment, he told Jason about his previous profession in child care, mostly in daycares and preschools.  The way he spoke had originated there and he’d found that it carried over well into real-estate, where people weren’t so interested in being sold on a place as they were being guided through it.

 

Jason hadn’t pursued the line of conversation much farther, but realized he’d started looking at his roommate a bit differently after that.  Not only did Dave start popping up in his babyish fantasies disturbingly often, but he started to let himself rely on the other man a bit more in his daily life.  He asked for advice and help with his course-work at school, to which he was going back to after dropping out so many years ago.  He deferred to whatever television or games Dave wanted to watch or play, though he was happy to give suggestions.  He had even asked his roommate to assist in giving him a schedule for chores and cooking, all of which the other man was happy to do.  The morning he was first chided like a child when he forgot to take the trash out was secretly one of his favorite moments ever.

 

It was this exact thing that dominated the oversized toddler’s current fantasies as he continued rutting against his teddy bear.  He shifted his weight, hands and knees digging into the childishly printed sheets depicting brightly colored cars, trucks, and tractors driving across the white backdrop.  Each movement also elicited a quiet rustle from the plastic sheet beneath hidden from sight.  It was all quite indicative of the rest of his juvenile room, full of brightly colored furniture and childish themes.  

 

Jason had been incredibly timid about decorating his room for  the first six months or so, but the stickers, plushies, and toys slowly began to accumulate and spill out from hidden chests and closets to shelves, desks, and dresser-space.  As he grew closer and more accustomed to Dave, he didn’t even bother hiding the youthful space from the other man any longer.  His roommate only seemed amused by it all when he would come in and look around, but was never cruel about it.  There was some gentle teasing, such as the new nickname “kiddo”, which naturally only served to fuel Jason’s fantasies, but he had realized over time that this was a place where he could be himself.

 

Even so, he continued to keep his diapers hidden away from the public areas of the house.  If Dave was okay with Jason being a little childish, he was grateful for the environment and didn’t want to push his luck.  He wore them rarely, only ever when he planned on being in his room for a long period of time, such as studying or playing games on his computer.  He would sit for hours in only a t-shirt and diaper, wetting freely and enjoying his babyish status.  The combined smells of baby powder and pee served as nothing less than an aphrodisiac for him, never failing to lead to his current situation.

 

Thrusting again and clutching Barnaby tight to his chest, Jason imagined being scolded by Dave for not doing his homework.  Whimpering and whining as his rigid member strained against its padded confines, he felt his breathing become more ragged and heavy.  He was getting close.  

 

Perhaps it was for this reason that he didn’t notice the first knock, nor the second.  Perhaps he really just hadn’t heard it at all.  Then again, maybe there weren’t any knocks to be heard.  Jason would wonder about that for a long time after this day.  Regardless of why, the door still opened with Dave behind it.  

 

“Hey kiddo, I wanted to see if…” Dave trailed off as the door opened fully and he took in the sight of a fully grown man, diapered rear soaked and on full display, suckling desperately on an oversized pacifier and lewdly straddling a large white teddy bear.  

 

Jason froze, any number of horrified thoughts running through his mind as he tried to think of something to do or say.  Nothing came, however, and he could only stare in wide-eyed shock up at his roommate.  He watched as a similar look of astonishment on Dave’s face slowly changed to a dawning realization, followed by an amused grin and a few chuckles.  

 

The big toddler was just working up the courage to try to explain himself when Dave seemed to come to some sort of internal decision with a short nod.  A stern expression appeared on his face and his voice boomed out, clearly that of an angry and exasperated parent, “Jason James, get your butt off of Barnaby this instant!  You should know better, young man!  How do you think your bear feels about you doing your naughty squirms all over him, hmm?”

 

If Jason had been stunned before, he was absolutely stupefied now.  A wave of heat rushed over him as he received nearly the exact kind of scolding he had been imagining only minutes before, his cheeks flushing red with shame and embarrassment.  Slowly and awkwardly he clambered off of Barnaby, sitting up on his knees and facing Dave with head hung low as he tried to look anywhere but up at his friend.  The position left his swollen diaper, adorned with infantile bunnies and ballons, to gently and freely sway back and forth, a motion that felt all too noticeable in his current hyper-aware state.

 

Apparently he wasn’t the only one who noticed it, as Dave immediately strode across the room and, with a speed and deftness that made Jason jump in surprise, hefted the diaper at the crotch and tucked his index finger in deep beneath one of the leg gatherers.  Jason could feel it wiggling around between his diaper and bottom, leaving him to fight the urge to squirm.  

 

Frowning even further, the older man tugged out the finger and let out a sigh.  “Soaked,” he pronounced of the diaper, shaking his head.  “One more wetting and you’ll be leaking all over, kiddo.”  Jason watched as he look around for something to clean his urine-covered digit with.  Apparently finding nothing in immediate sight, he turned a saucy smile onto the waiting diaper boy, who was still quivering in a combination of fright and arousal.  Something that seemed to be exponentially enhanced by the impromptu diaper check.  Pulling the pacifier from his tenant’s lips, he pressed the tip of his digit up to Jason’s mouth.  Dave said only a single word in his firm, paternal tone.  “Suck.”

 

Jason was slowly coming to grips with what was happening, but this had caught him off guard yet again.  He thought he would only have to deal with a scolding and some infantile treatment at the most.  Yet here his landlord was, sternly ordering him to suck clean a digit that smelled of his own babyish scent.  Too cowed to disobey, he hesitantly opened his mouth and allowed it to be entered.  Slowly closing it as his mouth was gently filled, he began suckling.  Wincing at the salty, bitter taste, never having had the pleasure of sampling this flavor before, he continued staring demurely at the ground.  His cock, however, which had fallen flaccid and limp in the commotion of being caught, sprung back to attention, giving a particularly aching throb as he was told, “Good boy.”

 

Dave ruffled his tenant’s hair and kept his finger firmly planted.  “I was just coming in to see if you’d set the table for dinner, you know.  I knocked twice, but I guess you were too busy to answer,” Dave chuckled.  “I’m glad you were, though!  I think this will make things around the house much more simple from now on, don’t you?”

 

Jason could only blush and nod submissively, having suckled long past the point of the digit in his mouth being clean.  Maybe this meant Dave wanted him to be little more often!  He smiled a bit shyly as his hair was ruffled once more and his landlord finally pulled the digit from his mouth with a pop.  The subject of his fantasies gave a comforting smile in return and continued, “Perfect!  Well then, come along, kiddo.  You still need to set the table, but we’ll see about getting that droopy diaper of yours changed after we eat.”

 

Quickly finding the pacifier, with its cute diapered teddy bear playing on the button, popped back in his mouth, Jason let himself be stood up from the bed and led by the hand from his room.  Shivering in excitement as he walked behind Dave, he marveled that he was actually venturing into the rest of the house while diapered.  Not just while diapered, he thought joyfully, but with the saggy garment fully exposed beneath his cartoon-covered t-shirt, babyish prints and yellow-tinted plastic on full display for anyone to see.  Throw in the thought that he might be changed by someone else for the first time soon and he was practically swooning!  

 

He toddled down the stairs and through the entryway to the dining room, being tugged along to a waiting stack of dishes and silverware.  “Go ahead and set the table while I finish up with the pasta, okay lil guy?” Dave asked rhetorically as he released Jason’s hand, making his way into the kitchen after a quick pat on the little one’s bottom.

 

Finally left alone for a moment, Jason couldn’t fight the immediate urge and firmly cupped his diapered front for a moment, squeezing.  He wiggled and squirmed out of frustration and desire.  This was a dream come true!  Taking several deep breaths, he tried to calm himself.  He needed to focus, he chided internally.  He’d never get anything done if he kept dwelling on the events of the past few minutes.  Besides, he thought as he found himself blushing once more, he didn’t want Dave coming back in to find him touching himself again.  One scolding was enough.  Shaking his head to try to clear the haze of arousal, he picked up the dishes and set to work.  

 

Swiftly finishing the simple task, he sat down in his customary place at the tall, four-person table.  An audible squish sounded as the sodden garment pressed flat against the wooden chair.  Wincing at the noise, he realized just how soaked he really was and how right his roommate had been about the need for a change.  Hopefully the chair would stay dry through dinner.  He didn’t have long to wonder before Dave strolled back in from the kitchen, a bowl heaped to the top with pasta in hand.

 

Dave deposited the bowl on the table and tugged the pacifier from Jason’s mouth with a quiet laugh.  Setting it down next to the Jason’s plate, he sat in his own place and they ate quietly for a bit.  

 

It was Jason who, having had some time to think, finally broke the silence in a quiet, shy voice.  “Did you know about me?  Y'know, before today?”

 

Dave mused for a moment as he finished a bite of his meal, finally replying, “I suspected, I guess.  Not just because of your room or anything, but I’ve smelt baby powder in there a few different times.  One time when I came in, you’d left your pacifier on your bed and the pillows weren’t quite covering it.  Oh, and then there’s the plastic cover beneath your sheets.  Not too difficult to notice, even when I’m just setting laundry down on the bed.  I’ll admit that I never really made the connection to you actually being a little diaper boy, but it wasn’t too hard to put the pieces together when I saw you going at Barnaby like you were.”  He laughed as he prepared another mouthful of rotini, shaking his head at the thought.

 

Jason squirmed in his seat and nodded.  “I don’t remember leaving my binky out.  I must have forgotten to clean my room at some point.”  He was quiet for a short while, obviously thinking hard.  Finally he softly asked,  “You’re not mad?  You don’t think I’m disgusting or a freak?”

 

Empathy washed over Dave’s face in a wave and he reached across the table to hold Jason’s hand firmly in his own.  “Of course not, kiddo!  Not for a second.  I mean, it’s not really a huge stretch to make from how things are around here as it is, right?  I figured out that you enjoy being a little childish a long time ago.  Besides, I think you’re adorable…and perhaps just a little hot in your pampers and sucking on your binky.”  He gave the younger man a reassuring smile, which widened when Jason returned it after a bit of hesitation.  

 

The relief that followed from hearing this was indescribable.  Jason was almost giddy with joy and couldn’t help beaming back at Dave over his plate.  He was still a bit flush from the thought of his friend finding his babyish state appealing, but mostly was just happy he’d been accepted by someone who he’d grown so close to.  

 

They ate in a comfortable silence for a few more minutes, before Dave finally broke it.  “I’m not taking things too far, am I?  I-”

 

“NO!” Jason blurted out, cutting Dave off.  Surprised at his own outburst, he quickly amended, “Sorry.  I mean, no.  You’re fine.  Being…you know, diapered around someone else,” he blushed again, “is kinda new to me, but I love being treated little and…and, well, you’re really good at it!”  He was kicking himself internally for being so flustered and stumbling over his own words.

 

“I’d hope so, given my experience,” chuckled Dave, eyes twinkling, “I’m glad you like it so much though.  I hope you understand that if I’m going to join in on this stuff with you, it won’t be something that you’ll just get to play at.  If you’d like to be my little boy, I’d very much love that.  I’ve missed having a tyke around to take care of.  I need you to know that it wouldn’t be something that’d just be an occassional whimsy, however.  I know it might be hard at first, but I’d like this to be an all-the-time sort of arrangement.  All you’d need to do is listen to what I say, do as your told, and just be a good boy in general.  In return I’ll happily change your soggy diapers, cuddle you, make sure you feel safe and loved, and make sure to discipline you when you’re naughty.  How’s that sound, kiddo?  Does that seem like something that might be fun?”

 

The caretaker tone of voice was being laid on Jason thickly as the terms were spelled out.  Idly rolling one of the few remaining noodles about his plate, he considered everything that had just been said.  Getting caught and eating dinner, that had definitely been fun.  There was no way of telling what day-to-day life would be like as his roommate’s toddler though and that left him feeling unsure.  It didn’t seem like it’d be so far off from the way life already was, doing his list of chores and minding what Dave said and all, but he couldn’t make a truly informed decision.  It scared him a bit.  

 

His mind was quickly made up for him, however, as his ignored erection returned with a vengeance and his other brain took over.  This was all just like half the stories that he’d read online, he thought, the realization suddenly intruding into his flow of consciousness.  How could he turn down an offer like this, a chance to live out a fantasy?  Dutifully ignoring the often-embarrassing outcomes of most of those stories, he finally replied with a meek, “Yes, sir.  That sounds like fun.”

 

 

Dave sat back, the relief and satisfaction with the reply obvious in his stature.  “Good boy!  We’ll have a ton of fun, don’t you worry, kiddo.  And you can call me daddy if you’d like, but sir is fine too.”  Smiling brightly, he stood and set his empty plate in front of Jason, stating with a gentle pat on the head, “Now why don’t you go do the dishes while I get things ready to clean you up.”  Scooping the pacifier up into his hand, he teased it against Jason’s lips until the boy opened his mouth and let it in.  Waiting until his new charge gave an infantile suck, he nodded his approval and made his way out of the dining room, leaving Jason to listen to his heavy footsteps disappearing up the stairs.

 

Standing up as well, Jason felt as if he was walking through a dream as he dutifully made his way to the kitchen, dishes in hand.  As he scrubbed and cleaned, he couldn’t help suckling gently on his binky.  He felt so small and helpless.  Here he was, stuck in a soaked diaper and childish t-shirt, enjoying the feeling of a pacifier in his mouth, and doing as he was told by another man, only five years his elder.  It felt good.

 

As he came close to finishing his task, all the warm water and washing brought on the sudden urge to pee.  Realizing that this would be the first time he’d get to wet himself in the house, outside of his room of course, he was unable to help giving in to the urge.  Crouching down a bit in front of the sink, he relaxed his bladder and did one of his favorite things in the world.  Savoring the feeling, he sighed as he released and the warmth of the urine streamed down the front of his crotch, pooling up in the sagging center of his diaper.  Feeling a bit naughty from the act, he once more pressed his palm to the diaper’s front, gently hefting the swollen plastic.  There was no way he wouldn’t leak if he sat down, he thought to himself and flushed.  There was no way that Dave…daddy, he reasserted to himself, wouldn’t see the results of his “accident”.

 

Finishing up and drying his hands off, Jason waddled his way back up the stairs and into his room.  “There you are,” he heard as he entered, “and it’s a good thing you weren’t a second later.  Down on the changing pad, soggypants.  Come on.”  He blushed in response, but stayed rooted in place as he took in the scene before him.  

 

His changing pad was laid out on his bed, with one of his baby-print, adult-sized diapers unfolded and spread out on it, waiting for him.  Both of the items, not to mention the assorted changing supplies nearby, had been hidden in his closet before dinner, he was sure of it.  Then there was the set of powder blue footed pajamas printed with puffy white clouds and golden stars, which he knew, without a doubt, must have been pulled out from the back of his bottom dresser drawer.  Lastly, Jason gulped, there were the plastic pants with built-in chains around the waist and thighs to allow the garment to be locked on.  That particular item had been hidden deep in the trunk below his bed, along with several other kinky things he’d acquired over the years.

 

“You went through my stuff, Dave.” he mumbled in an almost betrayed tone of voice after spitting the pacifier out to his hand.  His roommate had ransacked the whole place if he’d found all this, he must have.  Yet the room looked otherwise as it had been before.  Shaking his head in confusion and anger, he sputtered, “Come on!  I know I agreed to be little and all, but you can’t just go through my things!”

 

“That’s daddy to you, little one,” chided Dave, the ever-present indulgent smile on his face, “And just how did you expect me to get your things ready to change your diaper without finding them first?”

 

Jason opened his mouth to reply, then shut it as he searched for an answer.  As he quickly realized that he had no answer, he found his anger fading to frustration and reticence.  “I dunno,” he said sullenly, “There’s just some stuff I didn’t want you to see is all, daddy.”

 

The caretaker shook his head, smile shifting to a disappointed frown, and said something that made a shiver run down the diapered boy’s spine, “Something you’ll need to learn pretty quick is that little toddlers like you don’t get much privacy, kiddo.  Me watching over you is going to mean being looked after more often than not.  Leaving little ones unsupervised can lead to some pretty messy disasters, not to mention naughty things like I caught you doing with Barnaby earlier.  Are you sure you’d still like to play baby with me?”

 

He took his time considering the question.  Could he deal with someone watching his every move at home?  Making sure that he was a “good boy”, whatever that seemed to mean in Dave’s eyes.  It obviously meant being much more subtle in his efforts to “release tension”, not to mention losing the privilege of a closed door meaning no entry.  He wasn’t comfortable with that, per se, but he could accept it if it meant getting to be treated little in other ways.  Besides, Dave had apparently seen it all and he was still here.  What else did Jason have to hide?

 

Taking a deep breath, he nodded.  “Yes daddy.”

 

“Good boy.  Now put your binky in and get that droopy butt over here before I have to come get you.”  Dave’s tone was now one that brooked no argument, and Jason quickly found himself toddling over and laying down on the changing pad, pacifier firmly back in mouth and his full diaper sounding another noisy squish as it was pressed against the fresh one.

 

Daddy set about changing him with a speed and capability that left the boy in awe, too surprised to be embarrassed.  He found his shirt tugged up to expose his hairless chest and tummy before the tapes of the diaper were popped open and a baby wipe was applied firmly to his front-side.  This being his first diaper change at someone else’s hands, especially someone who was so confident and firm about it at that, his penis swiftly rose to the occasion.  

 

Dave ignored the stiff five inches that was presented, only giving a short cluck of disapproval as the lengthening was used to wipe more easily.  With Jason’s frontside now squeaky clean, he soon found one of his ankles lifted to lay on top of the other, letting his caretaker easily maneuver both legs up towards his chest.  Bottom now elevated off of the used padding, the diaper was slid out from under him.  Another two wipes were drawn across his rear, digging and wiggling into every nook and cranny until he was deemed appropriately clean.  Jason didn’t think the slight prod against his puckered hole had been necessary, but he wasn’t about to complain in his current position.

 

“There we go, all clean now,” cooed Dave as he gently let Jason’s bottom down a bit to rest on the fresh diaper, “Just a little powder and my little kiddo’s good to go!”  Feeling a heavy dusting of baby powder get sprinkled onto his backside, Jason simply lay back and wondered at his landlord’s ability to change an adult’s diaper.  This obviously wasn’t the other man’s first time.  Then again, he wasn’t exactly an expert on adult diaper changes himself.  Perhaps it was actually just as simple as changing a real baby’s.

 

During Jason’s musings, his new daddy had been busy lowering the younger man’s legs to the bed and sprinkling even more sweet-smelling powder on to his front.  He was happy to notice that his stiffy had wilted a bit while he was being wiped and seemed to be behaving now.  Rubbing the powder in with nothing more than a business-like manner, Dave had the new diaper pulled up and tightly taped so quickly that Jason barely had a chance to realize his change had been completed.

 

“That’ll go much easier on the both of us once we get you a changing table,” Dave muttered, before turning his attention and sweetly paternal tone of voice back to the diapered boy.  “Now then.  I’m curious about why you have these interesting little pants.  Care to explain them?”  The chains of the clear plastic pants clinked gently with the movement of Dave holding them up for his charge to see.

 

Jason shifted his eyes to stare at the wall as he blushed, trying to mumble around his binky, “Sometimes I like the idea of not having a choice about wearing.”  What came out of his mouth was an abomination that barely resembled the sentence, the pacifier’s large silicon teat mucking up his speech.

 

Daddy seemed to understand perfectly though, nodding and patting his diaper.  “I bet you do, sweetheart.  It’s a good thing too, because daddy wants you to be in your diapers all the time from now on.  And yes,” a finger pushed firmly against the button of Jason’s pacifier, halting any protests, “That means at school too.  Like I said, kiddo, this is going to be an all-the-time deal.  No doing things halfway.  I’ll be ordering you a more suitable supply in the morning.”

 

The boy said nothing, only bothering to cross his arms defensively and settle into a decidedly childish pout.  He was doing his best to make it obvious that he didn’t like this new twist at all.  Diapers all the time?  He barely wore them once a week as it was.  Rather than softening his dominant friend’s resolve, this only seemed to leave daddy with a smirk.

 

“Now, since I think it’s pretty likely you might be a bit naughty and try to get out of your cute little diapers at some point, I think it’ll be useful for you to wear your locking pants for a while.  They’ll help make sure you’re a good boy.  'Kay, baby JJ?”

 

Jason James visibly flinched as the dreaded nickname his grandmother had always called him was sounded out.  “I hate that name!  Nobody calls me that,” he whined through his binky.  How could Dave have known about it?  He hadn’t told his friend at some point, had he?

 

“Well, I call you that now, JJ” said daddy, who was now setting to work, inching the plastic pants up Jason’s legs, “I think it’s cute and it’s here to stay, so get used to it kiddo.”  He patted the boy’s amply padded rear as he finished pulling the clear diaper cover over it.  

 

Tugging the chain comfortably taut on one thigh, he locked both ends together with a small, heart-shaped padlock and pocketed the key.  The process was swiftly repeated on the other thigh.  With a light pat to the skin of Jason’s outer thigh and a firm, “On your tummy,” daddy was soon tugging the final chain to the proper length and secured it with a final click.

 

Rolling back over when told, Jason squirmed a bit as daddy pulled and prodded at the plastic pants to make sure that they would stay in place and prevent any wandering hands from getting in.  Despite his helplessness, or perhaps because of it, he was once more rigid inside of his diapers and it was very evident to the outside eye.  He desperately hoped Dave wouldn’t comment and was relieved when his landlord finally stopped and looked down, obviously admiring the work that had been done.

 

“There we are, all safe and secure.  Now come on, upsa-daisy kiddo!  We’ve gotta get your jammies on.”

 

Dave said it with such enthusiasm that Jason couldn’t help but eagerly sit up on the changing pad and stand up with a helping hand.  Sucking gently on his binky, he started to explore and tug on the plastic while his roommate gathered up the footed pajamas from the bed.  After a particularly firm pull on the waistband, one which made him realize that the pants weren’t going anywhere without the keys or some scissors, he yelped as he found his hands slapped away from his diaper area.

 

“I don’t want you touching down there,” daddy said while kneeling down in front of the oversized toddler and gathering up one of the sleepers legs in his hands, “I’ve dealt with more than enough diaper disasters in my day from little boys like you putting their hands where they don’t belong.”

 

“But how am I supposed to…you know.”  Jason blushed, unsure of how to phrase what he was implying.

 

“Make your sticky squirts?” Dave laughed, looking up at Jason from his crouched position, “You’re not, silly.  Babies aren’t old enough to do that in their diapers.  I know it’s not something you can help needing though, so I think when you’ve been a very good boy for daddy we’ll let you play with Barnaby, since you seem to like that so much.  Any other time, however, that little weewee of yours is off-limits, understood JJ?  Now be a good boy and put your hands on my shoulders and lift your foot.”

 

Jason fumed internally as Dave guided him into the sleeper.  He had to wear diapers all the time, but he couldn’t even jack off when we wanted to?  This had to be some form of torture.  He was so mad about this revelation that he was glaring into his new caretaker’s eyes as the man finished zipping him into the infantile pajamas.

 

Dave clearly had seen the anger in Jason’s eyes, but seemingly ignored it.  Instead, he moved past the boy and cleared the changing pad and supplies from the bed, pulling back the childish comforter and patting the mattress invitingly.

 

Knowing the implied command, Jason climbed into the bed with a hmph.  Great.  Now he even had to go to bed early.  Even the combination of his favorite jammies, the pleasant thickness between his legs, and the soothing pacifier in his mouth wasn’t enough to prevent him from feeling raw about the way things were going.  He kept his petulant stare directed at the ceiling now, doing his best to ignore his new daddy as the man pulled up the covers and tucked him in, before sitting on the edge of the bed.

 

He jumped slightly when his pacifier was unceremoniously plucked from his lips and Dave began teasing the nipple of a milk-filled baby bottle, his bottle, against his lips.  Jason tried to resist for a moment, pursing his lips to keep the bottle out, but he could feel the enticingly warm liquid just on the other side of the nipple’s plastic, waiting to fill his tummy.  

 

Warm milk was a big soft spot for him, something that Dave had caught on to very early into their living arrangement.  Jason almost invariably had a glass of it before bed, knowing it would put him right to sleep.  Just like a baby, he would think to himself happily as he fell into blissful slumber.  When his roommate finally caught on to the practice, he would often find a glass waiting for him in the kitchen when he came down to make it himself.  This gesture of thoughtfulness was one of many that had endeared Dave to him.

 

Letting a brief smile flit across his lips at the memory, Jason looked up at the blue-capped bottle and the care bears frolicking along the sides with a longing, then to his daddy who was looking at him expectantly.  Heaving a small sigh, he parted his lips and let the nipple in, starting up the flow of the delicious drink with a hesitant suck, before quickly settling into a rhythm.  As the first few mouthfuls trickled heavily into his stomach, he briefly wondered how daddy had managed to make a warm bottle while the kitchen had been occupied.  Dismissing the thought in lieu of his before-bed snack, he reached to the side and tugged Barnaby close to him, enjoying the cozy comfort of his childish position.  He even managed to smile up at the person feeding him, despite the frustrating restrictions he’d now been placed in.

 

Dave began stroking the boy’s hair as he drank, smiling back at him lovingly.  “I’m sorry I have to be a bit of a bad guy here, kiddo, but I can tell that you really want the genuine experience.  I only want to give you exactly that.  I’m not putting you back in diapers or saying you can’t touch yourself just because I think it’s hot or something.  I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t just a tiny bit sexy, though.”  Daddy laughed while Jason just rolled his eyes and turned a bit red in the cheeks as he continued drinking.

 

“I’m doing this because I care about you, kiddo,” continued the older man, the very form of Jason’s fantasies made reality, “A lot.  I’m sure this has been something you’ve kept secret for a very long time and I want to change that.  I want you to experience everything you’ve ever dreamed about during your baby time, and then some.  It may not seem like it right now, but my rules are only here to help make sure we can get you to that point.  They’re for your own good, baby.  And if anything is ever too hard, you can just ask daddy for help and he can make things easier on you.  Okay?”

 

Jason could feel the warm milk working on him.  That combined with Barnaby’s soft cuddles and daddy’s gentle and soothing words were slowly making him drowsy.  Despite this fact, he heard what his friend and caretaker was trying to tell him and did his best to rationalize everything.  

 

He could deal with the diapers.  Even if he’d rarely worn in the past, he had tried going out and about with a diaper under his pants several times before.  After the initial rush had worn off, he found that nobody really noticed.  He didn’t do it any more because naughty appeal just wasn’t there without the fear of being noticed.  Plus he really didn’t want to risk someone he knew at school grabbing an unexpected peek of his padding over the waistband of his pants.  The risk really wasn’t that big though.  He might even be able to wear an undershirt and tuck it in to stop any unwanted shows from happening, he reasoned.

 

The banning of masturbation was going to be much harder to deal with.  Not just for the fact that he typically got off a couple times a day, but because he usually did it without a diaper.  It wasn’t a very easy thing to wrap his mind around the possibility of not touching his own cock any longer, something that wasn’t helped by the warm and fuzzy state of his mind.  It might make things more hot, he pondered.  The few times he’d restrained from jacking off for a day or two, the orgasms after had been mind-blowing.  Maybe that’s all daddy was trying to do for him.  Besides, it wasn’t like he disliked playing with Barnaby.  He squeezed his bear gently.  Having it turn into more of a treat than just another thing to do in diapers might not be so bad.

 

Halfway asleep by this point, Jason finally nodded.  Eyes nearly closed and his breathing becoming more steady, he quietly mumbled between suckles, “Okay daddy.  Thank you.”

 

“You’re very welcome, baby boy.  And thank you for letting me into your world.  Lets finish this ba-ba though, okay?  That’s a good boy, shhhhh.”  Listening to Daddy continue gently humming and shushing to him, he felt himself begin to drift.  Finally letting his eyes close, he couldn’t help thinking that this felt nothing short of sublime.  If it meant getting his ba-ba at night, he felt he’d do anything for his new daddy.

 

Jason James, now little baby JJ, barely noticed as he began to suck only air from his bottle.  He was fast asleep before it was even removed from his lips and replaced by his precious binky.  Just like a baby.