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Daily Free-Write July 17, 2022: Stressed at Work Pt. 12
🕑 Added 2022-07-18 05:33:48 +0000 UTCPt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9 Pt. 10 Pt. 11
Harry didn't feel right taking a whole day off work, but Mr. Larry set him straight as he set Harry in the high chair.
"Listen, kid. The big boss said you are to rest today and do as I say, yeah? And that means being a good little guy, and behaving like a good little guy. Right?"
"Well..." Larry wasn't so convinced.
"He told me to bring you back in when I think you're ready, and I don't think you'll be ready until you've spent a whole day without any adult thoughts or distractions. Do you understand?"
Harry didn't know what to say. He was stunned. "A wh-whole day? Like this?" He looked down at himself. Mr. Larry had put him in a t-shirt with some baby show on front and diapers to match. Somehow he felt like he had shrunk down in a single day from a man to a tot. It wasn't something he'd ever expected, but he had to admit, diapers did make surprisingly comfortable underwear.
"Hehe, don't worry kid, Uncle Larry'll check your diapers and change you when you need it." The caretaker custodian clicked in the tray enclosing Harry and blocking his view of the diaper.
"I wasn't lookin at... my di- uh...." Harry blushed. He'd almost called them his diapers.
"Buddy," said Larry, turning to get the babied man some breakfast. "You can say it. Go on... what weren't you looking at?"
Harry blushed. "M-my.. my... d-d-d.... I can't," he said, covering his face.
"Oh, I think you can," said Larry, pouring some hot water over oatmeal and stirring it up. "Just accept it, ok? Today, you're a baby. You're lucky you get a day off like this, so you should enjoy it. Boss's orders."
Harry thought it over. if Mr. Daily said it's okay, then it had to be okay, right? And he certainly didn't want to get in trouble for disobeying his boss.
"Yeah, okay," said Harry, admitting defeat. "I'll try.."
"Good," said Larry, setting the bowl on the tray. "Because if you don't, you'll be taking another day off, and another until you finally give that adult brain a break. Now open up for the airplane!"
Harry blushed even harder as the big man brought the spoonful of cinnamon raisin oatmeal toward his mouth. He whimpered and looked at the man, whose smile never wavered.
"Aww, what's wrong, little guy? You look like you're missing something... oh, I know! Your bib!" Larry smacked his palm on his forehead and got up to tie a cute Puppet Avenue bib around Harry's neck. The smiling red monster on the front seemed to be laughing with joy at how he had been turned into a baby, and the thick padding forcing his thighs apart wouldn't let him forget it.
"I don't need a bib," said Harry, frowning.
"We'll see," said Larry, and sure enough, on his first spoonful, Harry made a mess.
"Here comes the airplaaaane!"
Harry opened his mouth to say that he didn't like oatmeal, but the man quickly placed it in the hangar, pulling out the spoon and tipping it up as he did so to leave all the mush in Harry's mouth. Harry tried to protest, but he forgot to swallow before he spoke and ended up spitting up some oatmeal onto his chin and bib. Before he could wipe it away, Larry was there with a wet washcloth to wipe it away, making Harry feel even more babyish and helpless.
"That's okay, bud. You're still learning! Let's try that again!"
Larry's cheerful attitude did not go away as he kept talking down to Harry and feeding him. Harry didn't want to embarrass himself any further, so he just did his best to eat without making a mess, which was sometimes hard as the big man shoveled the food into his mouth so quickly. By the time he was finished, Harry felt quite full and let out a big burp. He covered his mouth, but Larry just laughed.
"Wow, I guess you must be all full, huh?" Larry nodded.
"Good. Now it's Uncie Larry's turn."
Uncie Larry? Thought Harry, as the man turned to make himself some bacon and eggs.
"Heyyy, how come you get bacon and eggs?" asked Harry.
"Because I'm a grown-up, buddy boy. This is too rich for your tummy, kiddo."
Harry crossed his arms. Larry was making fun of him, he was sure of it.
"Well, can you at least let me out?" asked Harry.
"No can do, buddy boy," said Larry, cracking an egg on the edge of the pan. "It's much easier to keep an eye on you while I'm cooking if you're in the high chair. You're just gonna have to wait til I'm finished with my own meal."
Harry didn't think he liked being little very much. It seemed like he didn't get to make any decisions.
"Aww, don't make such a frowny face, kiddo," said Larry. "You'll be out of your chair in no time and then you can watch some more cartoons. Won't that be fun?"
Harry didn't watch cartoons. He didn't eat from a high chair or wear diapers either. But it seemed like for now, all that logic went out the window. Because right now, he did all of those things. He watched in envy as Mr. Larry sat down to his own meal, eating it quickly, and drinking a cup of coffee along with it.
"C-can I have some coffee?" asked Harry, sorely missing his own morning cup of Joe. Larry looked at him.
"Haha, no. You're too little! How about a nice bottle of warm milk instead?"
"N-no, that's okay," said Harry.
"Milk it is," said Larry, getting up to make him a warm bottle. Harry smacked his palm on his forehead. Why did he have to open his big mouth?
"Here ya go," said Larry, a few minutes later, and he set a large bottle of milk in front of Harry. It was bigger than any baby bottle he'd ever seen, and looked more the size of a big sport bottle.
"Do you think you're big enough to drink this on your own or do you need to sit in Uncie Larry's lap?"
That bottle couldn't have gone into Harry's mouth faster if it had rocket packs attached. There was no way he was going to be given a bottle of milk in some guy's lap. Uncie Larry chuckled and patted Harry's head before returning to finish his breakfast.
The milk was surprisingly sweet when warmed up, and Harry found he actually quite liked it, though he had to actively suck to drink it, and that took work. He was actually working at drinking from a bottle like a baby. He could hardly believe he was doing this.
Then, as he got into the rhythm of suckling, he shuddered, and suddenly felt warmth flooding his front. His diaper got hotter and tighter around his bits, spreading his thighs further as the padding soaked up all his piss and swelled more and more.
"Unhhh," said Harry, pulling the bottle out of his mouth with a pop, sending a few droplets of milk flying. He moaned, once again flooding his diapers involuntarily.
"Uh oh... is somebody having a little accident? Good boy. You see, this is why you need your didees!"
Harry hated to admit that what the man said was true. If it wasn't for the diapers, he would have left a huge puddle on the floor below. But how the diapers held it all, he had no idea. He was even more surprised when Larry finally got up, kneeled down, and gave his diaper the squish test, declaring the diaper good for another few wettings.
There was no way for Harry to check that himself with the tray in the way, and once again, he was reminded that he really couldn't do much on his own without Mr. Larry's help.
"Okay, kiddo. Now let's get you down, but before we do... I have something very special to help you remember to forget your adult thoughts.
Harry was getting impatient at yet another delay from his very important day of... watching cartoons or whatever it was babies did. However, it only took Larry a moment to pop into the nursery and return with a pair of booties and mittens, just like the ones that Tom Kat had been wearing in the cartoon the day before.
"Do I have to?" he asked, but Larry was already securing the booties around his feet. Next came his hands, and Larry watched as his ability to grab anything himself was locked away under the thick poofy mitts.
"Okay, kiddo. Down we go," said Larry, finally unsnapping the tray and helping Larry down. "Onto your hands and knees, though, no standing on your own today."
"Now wait just a second," said Harry from the floor. He began to get up. "I'm not going to crawl like a bab- OW!"
Harry immediately went back down onto all fours and looked up at Mr. Larry with a hurt look of betrayal.
"Aww! Sorry, kiddo. I tried to warn you! You're just too little to walk."
Larry bent down and gave Harry a crinkly pat on his bottom, before urging him forward to the living room.
The world looked so different on all fours. The furniture was higher, and Harry especially noticed that there were things he just couldn't reach from down there. The child gate that Larry set up, and the playpen he was placed in were perfect examples. Larry picked up the remote and turned it to Cartoon Channel Junior.
"Alright, kiddo. Now it's time to watch your shows. You're gonna be a good boy and watch 'em all, right?"
Harry didn't really feel like watching baby shows.
"Can't I watch something else instead? Like the news?"
"Well, if you think TV is too big for you, you could play with the toys in the playpen..."
Larry looked around. Some stuffed animals. Toy keys on a ring. A teether... Not very interesting.
"W-well... what show are you putting on, then?"
-Written by ChampTehOtter
Comments
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Oh no Mr daily's office he's pap pap so he needs his grandpa time with harry.
The question is... will he be coming back to office work or to the employee daycare?
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Hatty is going to need a few days it seems. Larry has his work cut out for him
