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Daily Free-Write January 28, 2023: Babied by Billy 25.1
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"Well, look what the cat dragged in!" said someone at the other end of the table, and we all turned to look. Sure enough, it was Billy, his clearly soaked and yellow diaper sagging and swinging between his legs with each step. He was flanked by Jason and the other two guys we had met in the bathroom the other day. Just as before, one of them held up his phone, clearly aiming to document Baby Billy's first public feeding for posterity.
"Found this guy looking mighty hangry in his crib... Looks like he had a big fit before I got him out," said the tall and muscular jock who was 'helping' Billy into the breakfast room.
"Leggo of me," growled Billy as he waddled forward.
"Or what?" asked Jason's companion.
"Or I'll... I'll..." Billy's face went red with effort. "I'll snuggle your tummy!"
"Awwwww!!!" Everyone in the room collectively melted. Baby Billy had just said the most sickeningly adorable words that had ever come out of his mouth and nothing Billy did could take it back. The flustered bully was covering his face, not believing he had just said what he had said, but pretty soon he was strapped in his high chair, his arms forced down so that he couldn't cover anything. His red face and his yellow diaper was exposed in clear view for everyone to see.
"Can I help?" asked David, clearly excited by this development.
"Sure," said Jason, smirking. "You have any experience feeding babies or babysitting?"
"No idea," said David, his smile never faltering. "Can you show me how?"
Jason puffed up his chest. It was amazing how only a couple of periods watching me in math class was enough to make Jason feel confident enough to play expert. It was nice for Jason that he had more confidence than that first day, and I supposed I had some part in it, which made me feel kinda good in a strange way as I watched him narrate his feeding for David, and hand the spoon over for David to practice next.
"Heyyyymmpph! GULP! Knock if oomppphhhh! GULP! Don't feed me that crampppphhhhh!! GULP! Yuk!"
I guessed Billy wasn't an oatmeal person, but the boys didn't seem to mind. They were talking over Billy's head like he wasn't even there, and even though they played it off like they couldn't understand the oversized tyke, they knew exactly what they were doing. I could tell because of the obvious erection David was sporting the whole time as he learned how to feed the stubborn tyke.
"Hey! No biting, Billy. If you want to keep those teeth, you'll be a good boy and let us feed you. Otherwise, I'm sure Dr. Windelmann would be happy to make sure you never bite again! And demote you back to teething!"
Billy's face went white and he shook his head. He was a lot more cooperative after that, though no more happy.
"He's just being a grouch," said Tank, chuckling and patting me on the shoulder. "A little more training and he'll be happy as a clam being fed and babied all day every day."
"Really?" I asked, looking doubtful.
"Trust me," said Tank. "I know that you got to keep your adult faculties and thoughts, even if you are the cutest little baby on campus, but this one... he's going straight back to toddler town. Director's orders. He knows too much to be allowed to think like an adult. Trade secrets and all that."
I raised an eyebrow and cocked my head. "Knows too much, huh?"
I wondered if I should try and talk to him before his brain turned to mush. Not that I looked forward to spending any more time with the little terror than I had to. I shook off the involuntary shudder that came over me as I imagined sharing a playpen with the big brat, but then I looked down at the thick wet and squishy yellow diaper between my own legs and sighed. If there was anyone who could give me the valuable information I needed to get out of this mess, it was Billy. I blurted out a request to Tank before I could change my mind.
"I want to play with Billy after breafast, please."
"You what?" asked Tank, nearly dropping his spoon. "Are you sure you're feeling well?"
"Of course I am," I told Tank, and made a motion for him to bring his head down so I could whisper in his ear. Tank grinned as I told him my plan. He thought about it for a moment, and then finally said, "Well, okay. But I'm going to be in the room too. If he hurts you, I'm going to be right there to keep you safe."
"That's going to make things a little difficult, Tank, considering you two aren't on the best of terms... what about... I dunno, David?" I nodded over to my former Bestie who was practically drooling over the sight of the big babied bully.
"Oh, him. About David..." He needn't have said anything. David's ulterior interests were plain to see as the growing stain on the front of his basketball shorts. "I'm going to have to enact a few safety measures before I let him babysit either of you two..."
I shrugged. It didn't matter to me what safety measures Tank chose, as long as he wasn't in the room when I spoke to Billy. "Deal."
"Good, little man. Looks like you're oatmeal's all done, so we're gonna give you a baba and then we have one more thing to do before playtime."
"Oh yeah? What't that?"
He poked the soggy squishy diaper that was forcing my legs apart and gave me a knowing smile.
"Diaper change."
