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Daily Free-Write February 15, 2023: My Cucky Valentine Part 3
🕑 Added 2023-02-15 16:44:19 +0000 UTC"Lay down, baby boy," he said, pointing to the blanket beneath us. I immediately complied. I could feel the soft fleecy blanket on my skin. From down there, Matt looked so big above me. I felt completely helpless, knowing that my hands were completely encased, rendering me completely unable to either take off or put on my own diaper, or anything else for that matter. Instead, I just had to watch as Matt set up the baby powder, the oil, and fluffed the diaper.
So many thoughts went through my head as I waited, but most of all, I thought of just how hot this situation was, and I wondered just how long it would last. I resolved to try and memorize as much of it as I could, so that I would never forget, because I was sure that this was just for today and that I wouldn't get a chance to experience this again any time soon. The more I thought about it, the more grateful I was for my boyfriend's special surprise. I was sure that he was just doing this for my own enjoyment. That had to be it.
"Alright, baby boy. We're all ready for changies. Let's get this diaper off of you and get you in a fresh one."
I blushed and nodded. How could he use the D word so casually? I could barely say it out loud without turning into a blushy mess. I held my breath as he untaped each tape.
*RRRIP RRRIP RRRIP RRIP*
The diaper came loose as the tapes came off, and I exhaled, enjoying the feeling of being taken care of as he pulled the diaper down. My cage jumped as I cought sight of it, as if my pee pee was trying to escape its confines.
"Aww, somebody's trying to be a big boy, aren't they? No more of that, buddy. Just remember what I said about being good. You want to be a good boy and get out of that cage, don't you?"
I nodded. I definitely wanted that. I was already pent up from missing my regular diaper masturbation session out of chastity, which I had been looking forward to all week.
"That's a good boy," he said, opening up the diaper and then grabbing a wet wipe. I shivered a bit as the cool air hit my skin, and jumped just a bit as the cool wipe touched my tummy. He smiled and nodded his approval as he noticed that I was already shaved down there. "Hairless is best for boys like you. Makes cleanup easier, makes chastity easier, and reminds little guys like you that they aren't big boys anymore.
He kept this teasing one-sided banter up as he made generous use of the wipes on hand, cleaning my legs, my belly, my pee pee, my balls, and my tush. He even took special care to get my bum hole which actually came away a bit dirty.
"Tsk Tsk. See? Little boys like you aren't very good at cleaning up after themselves. Really, you need a grownup to do it." I could have died right there from embarrassment. I was sure I had done a better job than that, but there was the proof in front of me, and this grown-ass guy had seen it! Excuse me, grown-butt guy.
Finally, he was satisfied and he grabbed up the diaper and balled it up with the wipes inside using one hand, while his other lifted my legs up, and consequently my butt. He set aside the balled up diaper and grabbed the freshly fluffed diaper covered in hearts. I could tell as soon as he let my butt go down that the new diaper was at least three times as thick as the one I was wearing.
*FWOOMPH*
Next came the baby oil, which he took his time rubbing in. I moaned at the stimulation, what little I could get from below the base of the ring. He seemed to take particular pleasure in the teasing I was getting, but I wasn't stopping him. It did feel really good. The powder was lightly used, as he didn't want to gunk up the cage. It was enough to make me smell like a big baby, though, which I think was the point. I inhaled the scent deeply and it made me feel even smaller than I already was lying there on the floor with this big babysitter above me.
Finally, he began to tape up my diaper. I don't know what he did, but it seemed extra thick, and it spread my thighs wide apart as it came up, the soft interior hugging every inch of skin inside the diaper. It was so loud and crinkly that it sounded like I was wearing a trash-bag. I wanted to run my hand over it to feel the smooth crinkly plastic, but I couldn't. And that wasnt all I couldn't feel.
"Looks like that diaper is very comfy, buddy. Like wearing a big cloud. And guess what?" He grabbed the front of the diaper and squeezed. I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. I whined in frustration.
"That's right, buddy boy! It's too thick for you to feel anything! Even if you try to be naughty and do buzzies or humpies!" He took my frustrated whine as a sign that it was working. "See? I told you I'd help you to be a good little boy!"
This was the worst. Every single thing my mind had fantasized about and no way to enjoy it. I wondered how Daddy was doing on his date and when he'd be back to let me out so I could finally get my rocks off.
Once I was fully diapered, Matt picked up the oversized pink baby bottle with hearts all over it. "I'll be right back, kiddo! Be a good boy and don't get off that blanket.
I didn't want to get in trouble and lose my chance at getting out of chastity later, so I did as he said. I was plenty busy with my own concerns anyway as I tried, and failed, to sit up. The diaper was so big that I just rolled onto my back every time I tried. Finally, I flipped over onto my tummy and got into an awkward crawling position with my legs splayed out to either side around the thick bulk of the diaper. This was ridiculous. I couldn't even crawl properly like this.
"There we are," said Matt coming back with the big bottle in hand. "Gotta give you lots to drink so you don't get dehydrated, kiddo. C'mere."
It was now time to experience another first. Being bottle-fed by another man. I found myself in the crook of my babysitter's arm with a big thick nipple in my face. The strap on my head came undone, and the pacifier came out just long enough for him to shove the thick rubber nipple into my mouth. I didn't even get a full word out before he was pouring milk into my mouth via the rubber nipple.
"Be a good boy and suck... drink up, lil guy..."
I did as I was told. What choice did I have? And I was hungry, after all. I hoped this wouldn't be my entire dinner. Still, as I drank the sweet milk, I could feel my tummy getting more and more full. I soon got into the rhythm of sucking the bottle and relaxing in his warm arms and I was surprised when I suddenly found myself drawing air.
"Wow, hungry baby! Well, that's good. We'll feed you some mushed up food later so you can have a well balanced diet, but first..."
He picked me up and patted my back, burping me. I couldn't believe it when I actually burped.
"That's it, much better. No rumbly tummies for this baby... well, not for about 30 minutes at least..."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, but he just shot me a warning glance.
"Do you need that pacifier back in, buddy?"
I quickly shook my head no. "No, I'll behave."
"Good boy. I think we're going to get along just great..."
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