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Daily Freewrite July 2, 2022: Stressed at Work Pt. 10
🕑 Added 2022-07-03 05:10:17 +0000 UTCPt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9
"This is ridiculous," said Harry, crossing his arms and looking away as the big man took care of the wet diaper around his waist.
"Well, it's not like you can do it yourself, so you best just shut it and let me take care of it."
"I get that I need to destress, but I'm not a baby, you know. Come on!"
Larry wasn't afraid to put the blushy boy in his place. "Says the little guy laying there on the blanket and getting changed in the middle of the living room like a two-year-old. Care to rethink that assessment, kid?"
As he spoke, Larry went through the motions of changing Harry like he had been doing this his whole life, wiping, balling, switching and powdering. Folding, taping, and running his thick fingers around the leg guards, finally picking Harry's legs up to run his fingers all they way back, which caused Harry to giggle as the sensitive skin where his butt mett his thigh was brushed.
"Heehee! That tickles!"
"Hold still now, bud. The faster I finish the faster I can let you go. I'm not having you leak on my rug." Despite the stern words, Larry was smiling, his moustache tilting up as he looked at the adorable man who thought he was a big professional. Larry would take all the time he needed regardless of what Harry said.
When he was satisfied, he gave the man a soft pat on the crinkly butt with his big soft hand and declared him all dry.
"Now are we ready for dinner?"
"Yes, please," said Harry, happy to end the blushy embarassing diaper time. Being taken care of by another man like this was both thrilling and embarrassing. He didn't want to admit it but part of him liked it.
Harry seemed rather happy to get a seat in a regular chair, half-expecting a high chair or something. His face suddenly fell, however, when he found out what he was going to eat for din-din.
"Dino nuggies and juice box?! How old do you think I am, man?"
"It's perfect for you, bud. Relax. Besides, I'm not askin', I'm tellin' ya. That's your dinner, so eat up. He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows when Harry looked around, confused at the lack of flatware to eat with. It didn't take long for Harry to realize what was expected of him.
Harry grumbled as he dipped his nuggies by hand in ketchup. As he nommed on his nuggies, it was also surprisingly good and he once again was forced to reconcile his enjoyment of the childish options given him with his own self image as the up-and-comer at work.
"You're thinking again. We really need to work on that," said Larry, shaking his head as he ate his own dinner.
When they were done, it was bedtime.
"Bedtime already?!" asked Harry.
"For little guys like you, definitely."
Harry was not surprised to find out his accommodations would be quite juvenile, though he never expected to see a crib big enough to fit him.
"I-is that really where I'm gonna sleep?"
"Sure are, kid," said Larry. "But not before you change into your Jammies..."
"My what?"
It turned out the jammies were a zip-up sleeper.
"You've got to be kidding me!" said Harry, but the bigger man's serious face told him otherwise. He relented, thinking that he could just take it off after Larry left the room but he was in for a surprise when he felt a click as Larry finished zipping him up. "What was that?"
"Just a little extra measure to make sure you don't strip off your jammies or diaper in bed."
"What?!"
"That's right, buddy. You're gonna have to get used to this becuase you'll probably never be able to sleep again without protection. But don't worry, you can't find a comfier pair of jammies. Now get comfy, bud. Here's your plushie and I'll leave a night light on for you."
Harry couldn't believe it. As the crib rails were brougth up and clicked into place, he realized he would not be able to get out of the crib on his own. He really had fallen fall all in one day.
"Nini, lil guy," said Larry, ruffling the smaller man's hair and turning to go.
"Nini," whispered Harry, embarrassed beyond words. "At least this is only for a night," he said to himself, as he lay there in the crib feeling the crinkle from his diaper and the crinkle from the mattress protector with each movement.
"I wouldn't be so sure," said Larry, mumbling to himself as he listened from the other side of the nursery door. He pulled up his phone and cycled though his contacts list. "I wouldn't be so sure, kid..."
-Written by ChampTehOtter
Comments
Aww, well thank you! Glad you think this daddy is well put together!
Larrbear
I love this story! I can easily see who I am in this! (Crinkle sounds escaping from below) Great job keeping us engaged!
None ya
Larry has plans I love a well put together daddy.
