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Daily Freewrite November 24, 2022: License to Pee Pt. 1.8
🕑 Added 2022-11-25 07:55:13 +0000 UTCPart 1 Part 1.2 Part 1.3 Part 1.4 Part 1.5 Part 1.6 Part 1.7
cw: swaddling
I leaned in to tell the nurse what I wanted to do. She almost looked like she was going to laugh some smiled so big, but then I realized she just thought it was cute when she said, “Awww! Of course we can do that, sweetie!” And tousled my hair.
Off we went as she rolled me through the funhouse of fetishes that was Davey’s Daycare. Off we went past the medical area, pats the tickle torture room where several people has their feet in stocks and were laughing their heads off as their feet were feathered. Past the super fun balloon room where men and women bounced on big balloons - some were even naked! And then we came to the milking pens, where several men and women were penned up and hooked up to the relentless sucking machines, clear suction cups on both their nipples and between their legs while they squirmed in their shiny cow suits. It was hard to tell if they were moaning out of pleasure or distress because every sound they made was translated to moos by their special cow hoods.
“Why did we stop?” I asked, confused. She smiled down at me.
“We’ll go to do what you asked for, we just make a stop by here first.”
“I’m gonna be a moo cow?” I asked, squirming in my stroller as my pee-pee started to feel extra tickly.
“No, sweetie, but if you want, maybe later…” my blushing face must have given me away because she smiled and nodded. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was in the pens myself. But this time it wasn’t to be: our destination was just past the milking pens, in the squeeze box.
Just past the milking room was a section dedicated to all things puffy, stuffy and squeezy. There were several clear padded plexiglass cells with sweaty people crammed inside in puffy outfits ranging from snowsuits to inflatable rubber suits. I looked up at the nurse in amazement.
“Well, off course we need to dress you up properly before we go off to our final destination, and what better choice than a puffy play suit?”
She gestured over to an attendant who was supervising all the snuggly people and asked for a snowsuit. The attendant presented a pair of puffy black overalls that were rustly, shiny, and so puffy I wondered if I would even be able to crawl in them. I was soon about yo find out.
The nurse helped me one leg at a time into the snowveralls. The material was smooth and cool as it slipped on and I immediately felt like I was wrapped in a hug. It gave me all the good feelings of being in a diaper and extended them over my entire body. Needless to say, my impotent pee pee was feeling extra tickly.
“Looks like the little one likes this special outfit, hmm? You can tee aaa me it home, you know. It’s yours now, courtesy of your premium membership, my little VIP.”
That got me super excited and I started giggling and wiggling as I experimentally moved around in my playsuit.
“Oh my! The little one is so excited! Let’s put him in the hug machine to calm him down.”
The attendant and the nurse then led me over to an open cube that resembled the milking pen but with black latex walls. I was gently lowered and the walls were narrowed to my width, then they began to inflate and squeeze me. The squeeze was not uncomfortable. Quite the opposite, in fact. I was hit by a wave of relaxation as that comfy feeling I had gotten from the diaper and snowveralls increased tenfold.
I lost track of time as I relaxed into the hug, but when it was done, the nurse said only ten minutes had passed. It did what they intended - I was now completely relaxed as I was sat into the stroller and wheeled out. Do relaxed the nurse had to lift my hand to wave bye bye to the nice attendant.
Off we rolled past the milking pens again with its mooing inhabitants and then out of the vibrant play spaces, through the tunnel of the observation deck to the lounging and relaxation half of the nursery. This is what I had been waiting for. I smiled and giggled as we stopped in front of a big penned in area of the nursery. I was picked up and let gently down into the gigantic baby play area. The whole floor was soft, wipeable plastic matting, and there were simple baby toys scattered all about with big babies playing quietly here and there. The music was soft, the lighting was all blues, purples, greens, soft and indirect, always moving across the room. I sat there looking all around, just taking it all in. This was the calmest place I knew, and all I wanted to do was play with baby toys and space out, relaxing in little space.
The nurse spoke up, surprising me as I remembered they were there. “Looks like the training worked even faster than we thought. You’re becoming such a good baby, baby Dicky.”
I smiled and started to suck on my fingers. I was a good baby. That felt good. The nurse left me to play and I delightfully discovered that although the snowveralls made crawling nearly impossible, I could still roll without trouble. I rolled and rolled until I hit something that would make me stop, and when I did, I giggled like crazy. I opened my eyes to see what I had bumped into and was surprised.
Comments
Haha! Yeah, I'd say that neither are really my thing but if I were to choose, swaddling seems like a better time!
Bama6872
Or maybe mummification is just swaddling for kinky adults who probably can’t admit they enjoy being treated like an infant, I think I just blew my own mind. 🤯
Bama6872
Swaddling is just mummification for babies. Prove me wrong! 🤣
That’s what this setting is good for hehe
A cw for swaddling? I’ve never seen one of those before…..I desire more, possible new kink discovered
